Best Early(A) Poems

Men and women in blue,
I write this in honor of you.
How you can even leave your
husband or wife?
When a bullet from organized 
madmen might take your life?

I have no such courage!
Don't Americans understand?
You are there for their safety!
All of you would aid us right
away, you...

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I get up early, a rancher with chores
Hay grows in fields, animals shuffle, roars
Dawn breaks its steel grey grip on my land
And I, well, I have a clear bottle clutched in hand
The first swipe, the one that burns the most
Clears the head, lifts the fog,...

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One morning early a Dad and his son Tom went for a walk in the country, they journeyed
through the still mist looking for flowers for the boy's Mom, but they did not see many.
Just then the foggy air began to thin as the sun climbed...

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Finding an image to focus on
My mind lifts my soul with song

Simple... my perceptions changing
Negative vibes rearranging....

Yellow daffodils spring to mind
So early a blossom, winter shines~

Sweet and hollow its trumpet appears
Soaking up sunshine as snow disappears

Crisp and bold flawless in scheme
Long winter's magical dream

Blossom Daffodil...

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I woke her up early, a quarter past five.
"It’s a beautiful day, let’s go take a drive.”
She didn’t jump up and exclaim I was right.
Instead, “Go away, it’s the middle of the night.”

"C’mon” I said, “Trust me. Let’s go and explore.”
I knew of a place...

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Sometimes things don’t work out as planned
not that Nate planned it, such is basketball love
and strong are the threads of the basketball net. 
He hooped all summer, sweating on outdoor court 
before moving to school gym through fall and winter
knowing he was good but must...

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The summer season is fading away
Air now cooler and easier to breath
Sun retires early a much shorter day
Autumn is coming and gathering speed

Summers foliage is now changing colour
Multi shades of red with orange and gold
Nature on landscape paints us a picture
A masterpiece that’s a joy...

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Had a bad headache last night...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I wake up now and the time is bright
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Get dressed, no time for breakfast
I'm needed at investigations by request
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
A girl was killed, in the...

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It is with sadness and long remorse
That we entertain this curse of course
It’s most absurd, and that’s the rub
Introducing the twenty seven club

Each decade we see the number grow
And wonder as we see them go
Musicians so young, with hope and fears
Meet their demise, after twenty...

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Through God's Grace
(with love for Barbara)
By Franklin Price
02/26/2023

Has been more than a year ago, when I lost you in my life.
I will never lose the memories. You are my dear departed wife.
The year we met each other, miracles would greet us soon.
God put us both...

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Six is to early a number
Yet even seven is not appropriate
A memory of
Tiny toes
Creeps
Through my sorrowed mind
Your laughter
Once enlightening me
Now depresses me
Your picture frames
Turned down
A face hidden
Forever
Life is too short
But what is there that’s longer?
The heart that you relied 
So gravely on
Stopped
As did time
When they...

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Shares everything of his, lower than the normal dose
Kindred and all relatives in the house, share one hose
Incredibly stingy that on both his hands, weed grows
No seat around, he shares the flower pot with the rose
For his son’s laboured breathing, he offers his own nose
Life...

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For the gift of verse, thank you Lord,
I'm grateful too for the endowments of rhyme;
These are apparatus of treasured worth
Given to a juvenile youth at so early a time,
Of a tender age of score and three
And as green as the leaves of a virgin tree.

Now,...

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Shadows of the morning slip silently
Across the coverlet over my bed
Some think the wispy image heavenly
I think of covering my sleepy head
Will fondly sleep another hour instead
Since childhood I'm not a morning person
For sleep I’ve never needed rehearsin’
And I love to write into the wee...

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Waking up in the daybreak 
of another distress.
Standing with two winds 
on your side
a little early, a little late.
Maybe time is a jail 
and you own the key
of your cave.
You stay inside 
until the end of the hurricane,
until nature accepts you, 
until you accept her,
until...

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