Poetical Commentary: Second Edition

By Frank Seinsheimer III M.D.

Faces in the Night

some nights endlessly empty
some nights fatalistic forlorn
some nights full, capable, fantasy
some alone, abandoned, shopworn
dreams they come unbidden
unchained, escaped, uncloaked
mirroring my anxieties
wreathed, evanescent, drugged smoke
langorous, bemused, befuddled
abed within dawns embrace
dreaming fractal fragments
where to align my face
i turn to behold your curvatures
enwrapped beneath the sheet
i reach to absorb your familiar warmth
feel the pulsing of your beat
the warmth of Auroras gentle rays
collides with Nights cold frost
i search for sense and meaning
am i found or am i lost
like the cycling of the waves and tides
i fall and rise and fall
my hopes, my fears, my uncertainties
ebb and surge through all
adrift like jetsam, flotsam
at the boundary of aware
my barriers, my guardposts
discarded like used underwear
neither counscious nor unconscious
aware but not aware
drifting in this nether land
caring without care
at last there comes a tipping point
of sensing what i sense
the mantle of personality
resumes my lifes pretense
consciousness now assumes command
creeping in on silverfish feet
how shall i prepare my face
to meet the faces i shall meet?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462893706

Frank Seinsheimer III M.D.

Frank Seinsheimer III, M.D. is a graduate of Walnut Hills High School, Yale University and Harvard Medical School. He trained in General Surgery at the Peter Bent Brigham Hospital, in Orthopedic Surgery at the Harvard Combined Orthopedic Residency Program at the Massachusetts General Hospital and in Hand Surgery at the Thomas Jefferson University Hospital. He currently practices Orthopedic Surgery and Hand Surgery in Montgomery County, Maryland. He has trained for many years in Martial Arts and holds Black Belts in Tae Kwon Do, Aikido and Jiu Jitsu. He has written two books. One, “Unarmed Defense Against Weapons,” is a real world approach to defense against weapon attacks. With approximately 140 pages of text and over 600 photographs, this book offers comprehensive coverage of the subject. Specific training exercises are also included. Frank Seinsheimer III, M.D. is an observer of life, the universe and everything. His other book, “Poetical Commentary,” contains some of his commentary regarding these observations. Although some of the commentary rhymes, he considers himself more a commentator and less a poet. It seems just chance that much of his commentary rhymes.

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Contents

Poems written after June 2009

The Wastelands Of My Mind

Experiences of Love

Oh, I Scarcely Knew Of Lilacs

What Can You Do?

The Color White

Guruian Thoughts

Hues and Colors

Faces in the Night

Reflections on Howard Zinn, the 490th Bombardment Group and the Napalm Bombing of Royan, France in April, 1945

Exonerated?

Poems written before June 2009

Nine Eleven

Rosa

A Vision Of You Sleeping

Thermopolyean: Arma Virique Cano

Why Have All The Flowers Gone

Gibberwishy

Burned In A Church

Thoughts On Viewing The Moikami Japanese Gardens And The Tigers In Japanese Art Exhibit February 8. 2008

A Song Of Isaac

Aliens

Global Warming

Is Anyone Out There Listening?

Plastic Perfection

Sins Of Omission

Flower Arranging On The Battlefields Of Life

Is Altruism Saintly?

Apology Accepted

Us And Them

Role Models

Who Am I 2

Essence Of Adolescence

To An Athlete Dying Old

Who Am I Redux

Gardeners

Sweetbitter

Thinking Of Paul

Tess

The Human Evolved Chimpanzee

Amazing Grace

Self Aware Computers

How Many?

Golf

Regarding The Oldest Profession

Walking Point

Have You The Ring?

Marys

Odio Et Amo: Redux Et Multiplico

Third Party Liability

Trusted Advisors

Pornography

Spermatozoa

The Evening News

Firs And Spruce

Quintessential

Above The Covers

The Joys Of Conjugality

The Way Of The Warrior

Poems written after June 2009

The Wastelands

Of My Mind

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let us wander thru the wastelands of my mind

wondering if there are souls of similar kind

let us unravel gordian complexities intertwined

and pick at the coruscations slimed by time

let us interrogate the gargoyles perched upon the wall

who have seen the successes, the failures, the all

let us excavate the shattered ruins on the tell

each layer whispering of the embarrassments, the deceptions, what went well

let us dive through underwater caverns in the deep

seeking secrets long since put to sleep

let us sift thru sealed amphorae long forgot

encapsulating memories gone to rot

let us spelunk down through caverns underground

seeking my emotional lost and found

let us bypass the false trails, the hidden traps

and confront memory’s intended and unintended gaps

let us slip into a super hero avatar

and x-ray view the skeletons from afar

dare we ultrasound the foundations, the piers

sources of orgiastic fantasies, of unrelenting tears

dare we expose the workings of my id

the loves, the hates, the desires, the forbid

with my ego’s fragile fault lines splintering clear

covered with a cracking, unvarnished veneer

so

let us wander thru the wastelands of my mind

seeking oases

within the grind of time

let us analyze the scat upon the trace

seeking oases

while keeping poker face

lets us analyze the spreadsheets, each detail

seeking oases

and from my memories quail

let us sniff like bloodhounds, hot upon the scent

seeking oases

seeking meaning meant

seeking oases of understanding

seeking oases of contentment

seeking oases of love

so

we have browsed thru the seedy pawnshops of my mind

lingering over curios and geegaws for a time

we have perused each shelf, each cabinet, each rack

seeking treasure among the bric-a-brac

we have pulled out steamer trunks wreathed with dust

and opened their lids, screaming with neglected rust

we have translated flaking, crumbling scrolls

seeking old hopes, old fears, old goals

so

at last we reach the mother lode

and pull the lacquered box from its abode

dare we listen to the sultry susurrations of the sirens

shimmering and shifting us toward the shoals

can we resist that addictive need for knowledge, for power

can we resist the illusions of nirvana’s flower

have we the time, have we the strength, have we the will

to wax our ears, blind our eyes, and hold still

this magnetic toroid of plasma

contains the secrets of my soul

in danse macabre around maypole

we have the key, the combination, the encryption

we have, but to do, but to act

yet

some things should be let be

some secrets are better kept secret

some unknowing is better than some knowing

pandora’s pithos contains hope

whisper words of wisdom

let it be

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Experiences of Love

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I. A Face from the Past

Oh! The memories that I have

of that first successful date

when I realized that instead

good luck might be my fate

and now so many years have passed

since our first emotion charged embrace

it is with horror and with sadness

I realize

I cannot remember your face

II. The Morning After

The evening passed so smoothly

we seemed sympatico

our lively conversation

the easy ebb and flow

the subtle hints

a certain sign

that I’d be yours

that you’d be mine

a future way before