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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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These two old geezers have definitely worn out their welcome with Betty-Joe -


“NO, IT DOESN’T!” 
“YES, IT DOES!” 
“NO, IT DOESN’T!” 
“YES, IT DOES!” ...

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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...

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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...

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