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Some madness banter of insanity
is pulling at my thoughts
spilling effulgent
in giant verbs and huge marching nouns
collecting snippets as it walks
stomping on flowers
and mushing liquid the paints of images
swirls captivated
with great toed boots

I can hear it coming
a hefty heavy steady stamp
and I am almost afraid...

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I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts of the modern world easily reached with hand or eye.

All...

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I've been watching these two groups lately,
Left and right & all those between.
Where resolutions appear adrift or absent,
And legislation became downright mean.

The battling and the bickering, seems to be
Creating fear all along to blame.
While moderation and discourse through debate,
Has fallen painfully, only to face shame.

As...

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Punxsutawney Phil Speaks

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My world on a piece of paper
Drawn and felt under the Moon's vesper
Simple life I rended
Under a tree I shredded

Early in life I staggered
Held only a pencil and a paper
Walking with shoes of a cobbler
Trudging many roads that bantered

At sixteen my life turned and spinned
In...

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( A sequel to my poem “The Lady of Whitelace Castle” )


Are ye, my lady, an apparition
or perchance a fair servant frail?
The ruddiness of pinks 
touching neither your cheeks
as you wander about so pale

My lips turn blue from winter’s cold
under this arch of elm sentinels
growing...

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recklessly chaotic surrender
 midway untrained assimilating
thought patterns struck by twilit
    idiosyncratic contractions'
 irrational heart dotted i's 
   of contradictory falsities, 

pushing past buttoned loops
 orchestrating emotional surges
  coasting sideways 'twixt
 high as kites' paroxysm 

saw Jesus before bloom 
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Their elan and their eclat only made my ennui bloom
It made me long, made me yearn for the womb or tomb

When given carte blanche by the dilettante masses
I found my creative spirit to be lacking true passions

I pined to be a paradoxical paragon, a peculiar...

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Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave.
Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end.
They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone,
as had they crawled o’er hot pools bled to prod ‘n prattle.

And who’d, when quenched, a saunter...

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Sean and Bella
By Franklin Price
11/20/2015

Was  on eleven/twenty
When Sean and Bella came to town
Had traveled for six hundred miles
Since nineteen's sun had gone down

They rolled into the back yard
As the clock was striking five
Were  tired and quite bedraggled
But were very much alive

Was the first...

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I am going to admit right up front
I am not a believer in this “New World Order”
In my opinion, it is a conspiracy theory,
Devised by those who are eager to confront,
Of it, frankly, I am more than somewhat weary.

I have heard blather from right-wing extremists
As...

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Please help me forget
The stubborn nostalgia of a long'-gone ardor
What magical pill have me to get-
To ease up this cussed disorder?

Our sweet long-gone ardor of the days
Was as sweet as perfume of roses
And as enjoyable as ice cream in the summer days
Or need I list...

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There are five stages of grief my Shrink told me.
I did them out of order, thanks to my chronic ADD. 

Denial was suppose to be the first stage,
but Bargaining is what I did. 
I bantered with my inner self for days,
placing unrealistic bets and bids.

Anger...

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How many times does it take,
    Before death isn't seen?
Where this wave of rampant shootings,
    Will open minds that can convene.

This basic legal premise, has
    Evolved with little in its wake.
As states control its usage,
 ...

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It is the eve of November
  fall harvests gathered and stored away
All Hallows eve
  and the gray black wisps of clouds
  stretch across a brilliant white setting sun.
EEiry images trace faint spewed  tracks in the sky
  and hovering in ominous...

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