Monday, August 19, 2019




raider what is it you seek
my secrets lonely
so I weep
for eons without witness to
the light of dawn
or twilight too
and starlight
locked away from you

now with your catalytic mind
the dipping sun a key aligned
with nature's aperture we find
a coruscating truth

the sugared clouds expressed
the candy sky impressed
upon the watcher's eye
fedora smile
and dreamer's sigh
and now my secrets unfold nigh

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Thursday, July 18, 2019


seeing you
no longer brings me joy

your welcome mat
scuffed nearly unintelligible
is worn to hell

no longer a good place
for me and my clean shoes
to camp

waiting for the time
at best imagined
when the invitation's in

professional detachment rains
on every chance encounter
since my account was moved to suit
and all the friendly banter
has unrolled

dumping context at the doorstep
like the beach sand from a shore trip
but better left outside
on the door mat
with the disconnected bell
ringing with a silence
shaped like you

seeing you
no longer brings me joy
because without a doubt
seeing me
never really did

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, June 25, 2019


in the dark Cthulhu lies
and spins a web of fear
beads of sweat festoon the brow
of those who choose to hear

a kraken from a cuttlefish
the monster deftly weaves
impregnating his listeners
with whispers they believe

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Sunday, May 19, 2019


all kinds
imagine the variation and it is
room enough for all
and sustenance
the highest goal
the frontiers between
to be approached with care
and mutual respect
for in truth
all are one

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Inspired by the 2019 Maine Country Music Hall of Fame Induction

Wednesday, May 15, 2019


one small step
and another
ad infinitum
the journey is the thing

mutes the noise
masks the wounds
improves the view
clears the mind
for the work to be done

Friday, April 26, 2019

bogart longing

quite enticing May
when viewed from late November
here's looking at you

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, April 16, 2019


a little bit preoccupied
it clearly could be said
he'd managed to be captured by
a certain shade of red

warm and open
with innocence and light
mired not in hubris
just a hint of dynamite
and willing to perceive him
as an ally and a friend

and though he couldn't wish for youth
imagination led
to visions in his fertile mind
that kept him smiling fed
upon a sense of helpfulness
and friendship warm and red

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved