Frank Peoples was a friend of
mine.
Sadly he committed suicide.
He suffered from mental illness and he was off of his medicine. He threw
himself in front of a subway in New York City. He was buried in a potter’s
field and we never had a ceremony celebrating his life.
Frank was a vibrant person
full of life, friendly and outgoing. He would enthusiastically lead the
congregation in songs.
Year ago I was trying to
create a poetry magazine called “Stop And Listen”. It never came to fruition.
But at that time Frank sent me the following. I had forgotten about it until
now.
Blue
Bird
By
Frank Peoples age 10
A
streak of blue
I
saw it fly
As
blue as any
Summer
sky
As
blue as
Any
violet
How
clearly I
Can
see it yet
Nor
am I likely
To
forget
The
streak of blue go wingin’ by
Like
some small kinfolk of the sky
I wrote a piece of poetry in
remembrance of Frank.
In
Memory Of Frank Peoples
By
John Kaniecki
You’re
home among the stars
Christ’s
blood washed away your sin
Now
God can begin
To
heal your scars
You
were a troubled soul
Who
dared to dream
Beautiful,
wonderful
Always
had some scheme
Triking
all about
Trying
to figure life out
We
shared a similar cross
And
your death
Is
humanity’s loss
You
loved to sing songs of praise
Even
in your hazy fuzzy craze
Now
you have endless days
To
walk in the Spirit’s ways
Perhaps
in the universe to soar
For
ever more
A
captain of your own starship
Giving
the Klingons the slip
Live
long and prosper
What
more can I offer?
Life
truly has no end
And
you Frank Peoples
Will
always be my friend
Frank Peoples was an extraordinary
ordinary man. In my book “Poet To The Poor, Poems Of Hope For The Bottom One
Percent” I celebrate the common man. Through poems of unsung heroes or through
obscure people that I know it is a book not to be missed.
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