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Happy Birthday Barbara

Happy Birthday Barbara
With Love, Frank
04/23/2025

Happy birthday Barbara
I am sending you my love
To your vaunted place in Heaven
As you're watching from above

You are gone but not forgotten
For the years we spent in life
You were the best, I could have had
As a lover, friend and wife

Barbara Valentine Sublime!

Barbara Valentine Sublime!
May I be your Valet?
Drive your Horse & Buggie?
Spark your Wish Come True!
Blooma “Bootiful” as a Lily of the Valley,
Here are 3 kisses & a “huggie”,
May Shalom Beis thus accrue!
Warm envelope addressed to our foray,
To Brookside where Crocuses Tug Ye,
Roses are Red & so my bowing knee,
My ears are yours to listen to your dream anthology!

Miss Barbara

No. She's not an angel;
Of this I am certain.
For she is very much a mortal
and seeks no other identity.

She's only human
She's just a woman
I love her. She loves me.
Of this I am certain

Moreover, from where I sit, neither
hypocrisy nor selfishness exists.
On the contrary, she models purity
of purpose and exemplifies Truth. 

Her love for others is deep.
She's strong and she is weak.
Her strength defies her weakness,
rendering it limited and ineffective.

Yes. She is a saint;
Of this I am certain;
For she is a par above
and highly connected to God.

Both her tears and her laughter
exude a captivating aroma with a
divine fragrance that compels me
to give attention and high regard.

And I? I am blessed to be her husband.
She's God's gift to me above all others.
I have been married to her for 50-plus years.
Valentine '24 will be our 54th Valentine together.

To Barbara, With Love

To Barbara, with Love
By Franklin Price
07/01/2022

My dearest, darling Barbara
I just wanted you to know
Though you're not here in body
I still love your spirit so

Still feel you in my heart and soul
Though God has taken you away
You're beside him up in glory,
Where there's no pain from day to day 

Christ and you are watching over me 
Helping me to move along
I go to church on every Sunday
Where I'm praising him with song

I listen to the gospel
For the messages that mend
That guide me where He wants me 
Receiving blessings that He sends

No doubt, our marriage made in Heaven
We met each other through God's grace
He gave us many years together
Now you look upon his face

I believe He sent his only son
Who died for us on the cross
You also believed in Him 
You're now in Heaven, not a loss

When my journey here on Earth is done
And God comes to welcome me
And He takes me up to Heaven
You'll be the first face that I see

Barbara Ione Popovits Price

Barbara Ione Popovits Price
April 23, 1948 to January 18, 2022

She lived life, a hummingbird
Sipping nectar every day
When the blooms on flowers wilted
God came and took her soul away

She's watching over me from heaven
As I carry on this life
I thank you God for every day
That she was my loving wife

Over fifty years together
All of them much more than nice
With eternal love for her
Her husband - Franklin Arthur Price
(Married November 21, 1969)

Barbara Are You Free

Barbara are you free
Barbara are you such
Barbara are you telling me
what you see as much

How you gonna touch
How you gonna clutch
How you gonna love in me
what you see as dutch

Barbara are you FREE?


(My ex saw a lot in me)

Thank You God For Barbara

Thank You God for Barbara
By Franklin Price
02/28/2022

Thank you God for Barbara
That you brought her in my life
That she said the words, “I do”
And she became my loving wife.

We were meant to be together
For several months we had rehearsed
If there is one regret, I have,
It's that she was not my first.

Before we met, we both were lost
Love and life was slipping past
I 'm very sure, You intervened,
Arranged a marriage that would last

Saw two people who were soul mates
More than lovers, best of friends 
Who would say their vows and mean them
Would be together 'til the end.

We shared our all our everything
Our much loved daughter, turned out nice
She gave us two Granddaughters
Also the best, not once, but twice.

In January, of this year 
You came and lifted up my love
February saw our first Great Grand 
While Barb was watching from above

Thank you God for half a century
Plus two years and then some more
No doubt that we experienced
What our married life was for 

 Barb's love is still within me
Although her life on Earth is done
We will meet again in Heaven  
She will always be the one

Sorry, Barbara Bush

Saltine crackers have become my worst enemy
Add that to my rapidly-growing list of “do-not-eats”
Along with many common foods I considered treats
Salt, sugar, and fats, in general, are my archenemy.

Sorry, Barbara Bush,* you did not heed good advice
And lived it up with salty carbs and unsaturated fat,
Because you let your doctor’s warnings fall flat
In your final days, you paid the ultimate price.

The symptoms are clear and very easy to discern
Swollen ankles, fatigue, and difficulty breathing
You suffer a general malaise which is not so pleasing
Taking Lasiks intravenously is something you learn.

I will miss, most of all, those tasty strips of bacon
Forever forbidden along with salty potato chips
No more adding salt to the food passing my lips
Adding restrictions to the handfuls of meds I’m takin’.

It is not so bad, after all, [I am training myself to think]
Following some simple directions about what I eat
I can still have vegetables and some delicious red meat
It is so much better than living life right up to the brink.

[*a nod to First Lady Barbara Bush, who died of
Congestive Heart Failure at the ripe old age of 92!]

Written June 1, 2021

Graceful Barbara

Grace...

Well, love then...

Most certainly compassion

Passions know we so richly deserve
what is Earth's most passionate need

Resonant voices belong
in Earth's impassioned longing

Resilient humane health passions
cannot cost Earth's desecrated illness

Knowing we so robustly reserve yintegrity
of Earth's most luminous yanged out synergy,

Grace breathes in multiculturing laughter
and spews her wealth 
of Earth's polycultural health,
in and out
no longer inhaled
so no stronger exhaled
as any less
than our continued breath
in Earth's most graceful solidarity

Of EcoParadise
breathed sacredly in pace together
and out for EarthGrace,
Passion's timeless EgoPleasure

Breathing in Me
timeless revolutions
still breathing out healing faith
in EarthTribe wealthy We
non-violently

Recommending graceful meanings universal
Black EcoFeminist Lives expiring out
EarthMother's wealthiest pray

Recommencing secular uniting purpose
enough for this continuous,
yet right now feeling discontinuous,
internal healthy day

Of inside unspoken grace...

Well, then bold
as well-sung love...

And, most healthy danced 
EarthWealthiest compassion.

Let Me Be Barbara Eden

As a genie, I would get myself a horse ranch, which is odd as I fear horses.
I would bring all the dogs home from the shelters, and let them run free
On my new non-horse-dog-ranch.  
If I cannot be a dog in my next life, let me linger as Barbara Eden 
Of course I need her body and her blinking eyes. 

I could blink my eyes and the housework would be done, 
Which bothers me not a whit, but apparently bothers my husband.
I love surprising people; my blinks would murder them with surprises.
I would be flirty and cute, and ridiculously loveable too like Jeannie. 
Major Nelson would not have a chance, and Roger would encourage me.

I would be instantly put on TV and become the darling of Saturday night.
People would tune in and worship my severe darlingness, and laugh at my blinks.
Money would pile up so fast, I would have to buy a new mattress. 
Or maybe get myself a matching set of luggage, which I could certainly afford.
Of course I need her body and her blinking eyes.

Hatism

YOU CAN'T COMPETE WITH A  TRUE OBSESSION, 
IN MY PRESENCE I WILL HAVE  NO AFFECTION.  
TRUE HAT SWAG WILL BE YOUR LESSON
PLEASE TAKE NOTES, COURTS IN
SESSION. LOVING HAT LANGUAGE, 
ITS MY UNIQUE EXPRESSION
COMMONERS, YOU ARE LOOKING AT PERFECTION.
A LIVING LEGEND, WITH  NO SUCCESSION
CAN'T CONTROL MY AMBITION  
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN. 

I JUST HAD TO SHARE SOME WISDOM
YOUR STYLE HAS YOU IN PRISON
CUT YOUR FRIENDS AND JUST LISTEN
DROPPING KNOWLEDGE AND THEN SOME
NO NEED TO BE FEARSOME
STANDING STRONG WITH NO ADDITIONS
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN!!!
 
TIK, TIK, TIK TIK TOK, 
IT'S MY DESTINY AND I RULE THE CLOCK
FOUR GENERATIONS CONNECTED TO THIS RHYTHM 
UNIQUE FLAVOR AND SPECIAL SAUCE,
RECOGNIZE WHO'S THE BOSS 
HAVING NO SCHISMS OR  NO PRISMS
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN!!

Barbara Iris Williams

“Barbara Iris Williams”
I lost my sister today
I knew she was a fighter and she would win
Been at deaths door before and slammed it and moved on
I cannot believe she is gone, 
Cancer took another, first my brother than my mother from my life
My family’s hearts broken and torn
Again, cannot believe she is gone
Looking at life come back to her face
Then like a blackboard everything erased
We promise to keep the grandkids and kids safe
We know no one can take her place
She knew we would take care of everything that was no doubt
She was a fighter destined to win this bout
Who thought God would count her out?
That’s only one thing God and Death can talk about
They’ll say who will walk in or who will walk out
We had good times and we were blessed
I believe God takes the best
I’d rather God take someone else
Then to endure the pain we felt
In heaven you will watch over all the rest
The pain and heartache are only a test
Losing a sister is irreplaceable and gone forever
But I believe someday we’ll all be in heaven together

Sweet Sixteen

Winter's cold here and gone, yet her warm heart always remembered.    
On angel wings swiftly flown, gifted sixteen years gladly surrendered.  


for Barbara Jean
26 Oct 1969 - 11 May 1986

Barbara

Barbara

When she had the operation 
they gave her six weeks worth of injections
to be done every day 
in her stomach
to prevent thrombosis 
which runs in the family 

she did it for a week 
and then she said sod this for a game of soldiers
and she threw them all away
in the bin

and she told the doctor
what she had done
and I’ve heard her say
this story three times 
doctor
I’ve never had thrombosis
I’ve travelled around the world 
and I’m nearly 70 
(she’s nearly 71) 
and I said Barbara you’re nearly 71
you were 70 last year
and had two parties to prove it.

Barbara Bush Eulogy

Barbara Bush Eulogy

Barbara Bush So Sweet

Barbara Bush wanted people to meet;
To them, she was kind  and so sweet;
Holding  our hand;
Always understand;
Is now in heaven sending us a tweet.

Jim Horn

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