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Frank Seinsheimer III
Frank Seinsheimer III, MD, 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 jujitsu. 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, MD, 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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Poetical Commentary - Frank Seinsheimer III
Copyright © 2015 by Frank Seinsheimer III M.D.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015906178
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-5035-6294-3
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CONTENTS
POEMS WRITTEN BETWEEN 2011 AND APRIL 2015
Memories
That Yellowed Wood
The Chitterings; The Whisperings
Seasons
The Splendor in the Grass
A Backyard; California; Summer 2012
On the Steps of a Church; Peru; Summer 1998
A Beach; Normandy; D-Day Plus One
A Bridge; Istanbul; Summer 1972
The Odds of Pleasure; The Pleasure of Odds
Binary Star
I Wish To Beg The Favor
I Wish
I Find Comfort by the Fire
If Only
My Curator
A Simple Potter
What’s Your Name?
Travelling Companion
POEMS WRITTEN BETWEEN JUNE 2009 AND 2011
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 Between 2011 and April 2015
Memories
66918.jpgso many, many memories
sifting through my sieve of time
eluting from my life’s chromatograph
of fear and doubt and sublime
which memories stay and linger
which vanish in a flash
which self deceive, dissemble
which are clear
which are true
which last
some memories are like wisps of mist
adrift in the evening chill
you think they’re there
you sniff the air
you hear a whippoorwill
then suddenly you lose the scent
lost in your vaporous mist
you spin
you turn
you ache
you yearn
adrift in your miasmal sea
your compass spins
your searchlight dims
you’re as alone as alone can be
like a Sunday morn
when sleeping late
as you drowse and browse your past
like those dreams you muse
you might have dreamt
in the neverwhere of night
in the neverwhen
of the neverwho
as you wake with shuddering fright
and then there are those memories
of warmth
of love
of thrill
as a face
a touch
a brushing kiss
from many long agos
drifts into your consciousness
as you lie amidst the throes
of bitterness
of wasted time
of mistreatment, pure and raw
of stupidity
of callousness
of your soul, shredded into slaw
gingerly you grasp the tendrils
of hope
of warmth
of care
wondering, how much to risk
wondering, how much you dare
so, gently, oh, so gently
you tease at memory’s knot
trying to unravel the meanings
of your past you near forgot
pulling in your memory’s mirror
magnifying your face
examining your moles and warts
searching for a trace
a trace of love and meaning
a trace of true self worth
a trace of what in life is good
a trace of happiness and mirth
a trace that allows you to face the world
and then to face yourself
some memories are better buried deep
coated with caustic lime
abandoned on an abyssal plain
deep sixed for all time
some memories
uplift and thrill
they satisfy and sate
others are the other kind
they serve your head on a plate
oh, I sift and browse my memories
of these many long agos
pawing through my dusty tomes
striving for equipoise
in some long forgotten used bookstore
down an unremarkable dusty lane
whose catalog is incomplete
with pages water stained
oh, I search for sense and meaning
trying to determine what’s what
trying to decrypt my ancient runes
before I catch the Alzheimer rot
66959.jpgThat Yellowed Wood
66916.jpgoften have I lingered
near the entrance of a room
a mayfly trapped between parallel mirrors
in the infinity of my doom
I view the endless hallways
with their myriad of doors
arborizing paths of possibles
on life’s eerily alien shores
the interior of the room invites
promising Faustian feast
Soma tabs to sate the mind
oblivion of fermented yeast
let us enter and explore the room
opening mind and heart
being a Henry Morgan Stanley
plumbing for darkness’ heart
let us enter and explore the room
suffused with an aureate light
playing life’s game of black and white stones
entrapped in life’s endless ko fight
let us enter and explore the room
cradling crystal goblet wine
searching for one honest man
in the swirling sands of our time
let us probe the nooks and crannies
peeling back the hubris of face
cataloguing the false and true
so each has its proper place
shall we recline upon a wicker settee
drowsing as the daylight dims
striving to center on our balance beam of life
forever hammering in shims
alternatively we may turn away
selecting a path unpaved
molding and shaping our sculpture of life
free form, eccentric, unlathed
having turned aside in that yellowed wood
shall I forge on my way all alone
shall I seek a companion to join in this search
have I any mistakes to atone
it seems some paths are for one all alone
with others requiring two
these paths may merge, intertwine, intersect
please, allow me to trek them with you
66957.jpgThe Chitterings; The Whisperings
66914.jpgthe chitterings; the whisperings
I seem to think they’re there
the murmuring susurrations
tickle riffling through my hair
creatures of my ’magination
watching, lurking in their shrouds
as I lay here, staked out, naked
unprotected from the crowds
terror of their tungsten talons
razor ripping through my skein
of fragile rationalizations
so essential to my being