Sam Franco Port Richey, Florida

Though it was definitely not a literary masterpiece, I wrote my first book at seven. I then abandoned writing after some nagging tribulations in my life. Well, a little more than a year ago on my twenty-fifth birthday, I just started to write again. It was the most bizarre thing. Glad I did too! In a little over a year, I've had poems published by The National Library of Poetry and Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum, as well as appearing on several spoken work releases. I've also written several short stories and I'm on the final stages of my first novel.

YOUR RUBBERS WON'T SAVE YOU FROM A FLOOD Why won't my kids, Go outside and play anymore? That's Simple. They don't want to step in the blood. Crimson's not the color of mud. And you can't tell them that it is. Wear your rubbers, kids! It gets pretty deep out there! On second thought. What's the use? Your rubbers won't save you from a flood.

THIS IS WAR ! Mother said; ;"My poor, unfortunate, challenged son, Born with weak leg and with weak arm. Fate doesn't discriminate against you, It lays you down in the path of harm. This is war! You must fight! Not with fist but with heart! You must do so from the arduous start! Rise from your fall, Until you can no more! Walk your journeys until, You can only crawl! And then crawl! Crawl until you hear death's pestilent roar! And then be born, my son. And then crawl some more. And then you'll walk. And then you'll run! And then your private war with fate will be won!

THE KISMET CURRENTS Where oh where will the Kismet Currents flow? Will they take me to the highest of peaks, Or drop me down far below? Will they give me what I need, Or shall I fly above all flocks? Will I plummet to the floor of all regret, Or be the one that no one forgets? Where will the Kismet Currents flow? Are you sure you can't tell me? Because I won't know until, They're all distant memory. So for know I must say, I just don't know.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Sam Franco. All rights reserved.