Best In That Respect Poems
Self-control is the first lesson of life,
when learning to be presentable.
An alternate lifestyle
will bring you grief,
but you are no different
in that respect.
All grieve.
Delete everything
you should not have said
or done.
There is a scream,
then nobody is there.
The machine shuts down
at the end.
Silence is the last friend.
Only heaven fathoms
a blank screen.
The lady I love is true to herself
and in that respect she is true to me.
She has cast her eyes to see no one else.
Such a love as ours is ordained to be.
To loves sweet song our hearts beat as one
and in that respect she is true to me.
The game of life, it seems, we both have won.
With our children raised grows our family.
To loves sweet song our hearts beat as one.
Although we are old, we live cozily
our days pass quickly in a hurried style,
with our children raised grows our family.
When I close my eyes, I can see her smile.
Our love is still strong yet our time grows short
Our days pass quickly in a hurried style.
We will be together in Heaven's court.
The lady I love is true to herself.
our love is still strong yet our time grows short.
I have cast my eyes to see no one else.
love can lie to the naked eye
we deceive ourselves
and know not why
the things we hear
should kill a love
make us call ourselves liars
is what love does
the truth can be so inconvenient
forcing a heart to be lenient
when rage and anger should over flow
but that would upset
the peace that we know
this fear we have of losing beauty
this uncontrollable urge
to force the unity
when all the tools of love
have been exhausted
and the only thing left
is to admit, you lost it.
when it's all done and through
and when the self regains
it's respect for you
when all the embarrassment
and self loathing has left
your are stronger in that respect
there is strength to be found
in being a reject
learning a lesson others
have yet to learn
having been through the fire
i may never again burn
having a message
of how to survive
how i fought my greatest enemy
myself. and yet i am still alive.
If nothin else is said or done
at least i did whats right
at every single rising sun
to glowin moon at night
it wasnt easy being tuff
and doing what i hate
but now i see ive done enough
theres no room for debate
my task is done, in that respect
and tho im pressing on
no gratitude will i expect
for everything thats gone
the past has passed, no turning back
from yesterday im free
so now the only thing i lack
isnt the pedegree
Life is such a blessing
By Franklin Price
6/10/2014
(edited 6/10/2018)
Life is such a blessing, of that I'm here to tell
It's not the money that you have although that's kinda swell
It's a happy life and satisfaction to be just where you are
Which means you hung your choices on your best shining star
My star may not be your star, we all pick a different one
What matters is the one you choose, will be your special sun
Will shine above all others, of this, please have no doubt
Choose your star most carefully, never let the light go out
My star for me is happiness and love throughout my life
I've done quite well in that respect, I have a super wife
I never doubt she loves me and she knows I love her too
We work at building liking, a somewhat harder thing to do
We give and take and fuss and cuss but really very little
We think ahead because of love to meet mostly in the middle
Sometimes the sharing changes and becomes a ninety - ten
We work our way through everything, to the middle once again
It isn't always easy, you must give it all you've got
Remember the very best you get, is only half the pot
It isn't all about you, get that thought out of you mind
Or you can tell your foolish self, to kiss you own behind
My eyes are open, the light is bright, I found my star for life
It's not in space, it's here on earth, it is my darling wife
I work with her, she works with me, we've made a life together
We've seen the sun ,and felt the rain, and every kind of weather
There's nothing we can't do, if we come to it as one
Sharing, balanced, or imbalanced, try to have a little fun
See that there is nothing, that at the end, can't come out right
Resolve to never go to bed in the middle of a fight
The things I've said have worked for me, after all it is my star
One year to half a century, that's how far along we are
The two of us together just my best friend and me
The star selected ,shining bright, for all the world to see
he was looking for a new enemy
for it was the man he hated before
which defined his very being &
in that respect, there was no other
who could possibly take his place---
he searched far and wide, after the last
fight had come to a close---two
young men with all the anger in the world
comparing themselves to two old men
who in giving up on everything had only
each other to hate.
with clenched fists he walked in his
black wool trench coat during the frigid
december early afternoons,
keeping his eyes peeled for a target in which
he might shed some of the pent up aggression,
however,
to no avail, his search ended as quickly as it
began & home he went,
frustrated & without the meaning that an
exchange of mutual despise could
bring (as it had so many times before).
twiddling his thumbs inside his cavern of
confusion, he wondered just what he would do
if he never did find another adversary?
inevitably, after drinking himself into a stupor,
he meandered to the bathroom to relieve
himself, taking a moment to stare into the
mirrored reflection before exiting the room.
the young man gaining wrinkles by the day
saw the old man happy still in his ability to
nitpick at such lesser priorities in life,
especially when his friends were dropping like
flies, their bodies filled with all those
wonderful cancers & diseases that come to
you once you’ve carved your little niche out in the
world.
he wasn’t envious, but he was jealous of the
meaning that came with disease---he wondered if
he had developed the problems that came with
the lives of others he’d known, if he would
treat himself as the sickness then---for, he
would disappear into the vast mass of
individuals whose lives had been cut short,
whose personalities were now time clocks
all set to a differently specified ending---
one which was already know,
and therefore, much less interesting.
on the contrary,
if he was to make the very absence of
sickness his enemy, then he felt he’d catch
himself in a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-
don’t sort of context,
where meaning might arise in whatever
conclusion did come from that mindset---
still, tracing the wrinkles in his face with his
index, he imagined that not even he
could take such a cliché seriously enough to
act on it.
I’m only one of billions of my kind
breathing in the same atmosphere
from eons gone by. . .
just a spec in God’s eye
Perhaps, we’re just the latest whim
Perhaps, the greatest
Perhaps, perhaps not.
You’re only one of billions, just like me
In that respect, we’re the same
All breathing the same air
from the same atmosphere of eons gone by. . .
just a blink of an eye, just a wink in time
Perhaps, we’re at the top of the food chain
Perhaps, an evolutionary game
where we pretend, we’re also at the top
Made in the image of God Himself
The best of the best, better than all the rest
of billions and billions of species
All surviving as if this was some kind of test
on this Big Blue spherical nest
spinning around and around our Sun
that blocks out the others and becomes the One and only
for a while, daily really, but when
the nighttime comes with that spotlight to our backs
It’s only One amongst billions of sparkles in the black
Billions now visible to my naked eyes, I take them all in.
Yet with a little telescopic help, we all know better.
There’s an infinite number beyond our nakedness,
beyond the vastness of possibilities
Physicists would have us believe
this Universe of ours is but one of an infinite
Number of Quantum realities
Perhaps
When I look to the stars I see
Them looking down at me like eyes. . .
Like all eyes on me, can you believe it?
Insignificant me.
Have you ever wondered how fish have sex
Males don't have sticky-out things as you might expect
Feel sorry, I do
Curiosity beaucoup
Perhaps sperm whales could help in that respect
The biggest boy in all the school
Was Charlie Bull, who was no fool!
All the pupils knew the truth,
This bully was just so uncouth.
Every day he had to fight,
He’d bust your nose just for spite.
But nobody could have ever guessed
Why Friday would have been so blessed.
Tucker Short was on his way
To ‘Green Boys High’ that very day.
His surname surely did reflect,
His shortened height in that respect!
Tucker saw the bully coming,
And as the other boys were running,
Looked around to see the fuss,
Then shouted out ‘who’s this big wuss?’
Not a sound could be heard,
As all the pupils stopped and stared,
At a boy no bigger than a mouse,
With the bully as tall as a house!
What’s that you say?’ was Charlie’s bellow,
‘I’ll break your nose, you silly fellow.’
‘I won’t just break it once for fun,
I’ll break it till I’m truly done!’
The fall was quick, he couldn’t see,
The midget who just kicked his knee,
And before he kicked his other leg
The bully said, ‘please stop I beg!’
And on that day at Green Boys High,
The pupils, they did say ‘goodbye’
To Charlie, who just couldn’t hack,
A hero. He would not be back!
Wherever you find Mankind, two plagues follow Him: War and poverty, both preventable but
impossible to eradicate. The reason: greed. The sorrier of the two is poverty; war
sometimes is a necessity, poverty never is.
Man is forever looking for more but always that pursuit is misdirected. He never includes
his fellow human beings, only his narrow clique’s self-interests. The rest are left to
fend for themselves. Often an impossible task to achieve, the result is poverty.
Once a victim of this state of being, what is left is hope- worthless hope.
The poorest are the ones who hope
They hope against (all) hope it seems.
They pray to god to help them cope
Yet fruitless as their faded dreams
They hope someday for better stead
A worthless virtue I suspect
Adding to misery instead
That propagates in that respect.
Look to the past to see their plight:
Dreaming of castles in the sky;
But that isn't all, not by a long sight:
The chance it will happen? In a pigs eye!
The “haves” are a self-centered breed
Who rarely help people in need.
Sometimes in life things are out of our control...
Especially when we feel we've given to the bottom of our soul...
Only to receive nothing in the end...
But I want you to know in me you have a lifetime friend...
It hurts that I can't give you what you want most of all...
Which is a friend on which to call...
In that respect I feel I have let you down...
And I'm sorry if I made you feel "jerked around"...
I hope we share more moments like we have in the past...
Because I never want it to end even if I can't promise I'll be your last...
Cause you see over the past few months I have grown real fond of you...
Through the good and the bad you have helped me too...
So even though time and elements are against us on all sides...
Just know that I still want to be where your heart hides.