Best Motels Poems

For children, summer is swing sets and slides,
ice cream or snow cones, carnival rides,
the school bell’s last ring as kids flee the school,
hot dogs at ball games and days at the pool.

It’s pitching a tent and eating s’mores,
then down at the lake with rowboat and...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of  places we have known

The Interstates most boring
They bypass most the towns
The back roads way of  living
And the country...

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I need you now


Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers undone, so lost on the run
Emotions burning all bridges as flames consume

The heat of love knowing I have lost it all
Holding the bottle I tumble and fall
Used to have it, used to be the...

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River Findings

The Ohio winds around hills
and streams down the hollows
passes steel mills, brick yards and scrap yards.
It carries tug boats, pushes barges, and hauls
black coal stripped from the mountainsides. 

The Ohio’s littered banks 
are home to train yards 
filled with graffiti-covered box cars
rusting relics of...

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The Snohomish County Health District is using the Angel of the Winds Casino's Everett arena.  In order to treat victims of COVID-19.  Whereas in Seattle 300 Army medical core medical professions are being utilized to treat patients not being effected by the Coronavirus....

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lovers
happy,warm
hiding, rushing, explaining
hotels, motels, cars, rooms
wanting, needing,cursing
cold, empty
enemies


contest Diamante...

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For Naomi, life was beginning to get exciting in the fall of 1952...
At the age of 25 , a widow and the mother of two.

So you pack up your 1949 Dodge and off to Alaska you go...
Free land awaits those brave souls who will show.

Interstates...

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I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
  he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
  we spent our days riding the country roads

our nights under...

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I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
   he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
   we spent our days riding the country roads

our...

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The Hi-ways and the By-ways
By Franklin Price
6/5/2016

The hi-ways and the bi-ways long before the Super-way,
Driving 'round the country different, here are memories of the day

The roads were mostly two lane, speeds were fast at fifty-five.
Had to watch out for the tractors to get there breathing...

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Another wild weekend , yes it is the race,
here in Alabama, a lot of money they make.
Sometimes I work them, if I have the time,
but the part I don't like, is not getting home until
after nine.
Thousands flood our little town,
waving their flags, Talladega bound.
Big rigs,...

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Putting on the Ritz






Those weird faces
below glamorous make up,
The enormous laughs
under those debts,
Show off to whom
lesser privileged than you?
As those affluents
will never look at you !

Luxury of the motels
and wine in pubs,
Those night lusts
and hefty gifts,
Moving in bigger cars 
owning king sized houses,
Best of attire
embellished...

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Empty


A hammock swings to and fro in the wind
As if propelled by an unseen foot.
A tricycle lies abandoned by the porch,
One handle grip with its multicolored
Streamers long gone, a wheel missing,
Its once-resplendent pink paint eaten with rust.

The “For Sale” is old. It sways tipsily,
Tilting in...

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The first time that Godly Committee took seat
The latecomers found not a space to sit
Drawn up was the Heavenly Constitution
To regulate the earthly institution

Life on earth was just made to be flawless
In contrast with the abyss that is floorless
Life was made to sound like nice...

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Small, cut in half by Route Sixty-Six,
with farms and ranches scattered around.
Theaters, cafes, motels, your picks
Saturdays, everyone came to town.

What fun walking down crowded Main Street.
giving a farm boy a furtive glance.
Then movies, popcorn, something sweet
to watch Fred and Ginger glide and dance.

The tranquil aura...

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