Best Supposition Poems
I stared at walls and contemplated colors~
I believe it was after midnight~
he spoke of nothing as I imagined the importance behind us, as I imagined the breeze that
was affected by his voice, as I realized nothing intrigued me...
and here we were.
His arms spoke of goosebumps, little shivers up my spine, and September had this way about
her that I wished to somehow capture in mason jars that would decorate the rooms we may
sit in come snow, I knew the reflection of fire across skin and I kissed possibilities as
I watched our seasons...
change.
There's no stopping distance despite the desire to break clocks, minutes and miles are
irreversible, I've found, so I counted them, the hours, and made sure he was touchable and
only an arms length away...
My August arms brushed across his chest, he had the ability to calm though summer still
danced through his heart, my fingertips traced over the forgotten eyelashes that
desperately tried to escape sight and I breathed, sending wishes to the walls that
surrounded us, to the edges that had yet to decide their color, that touched nothing...
yet captivated my attention.
There were shadows that covered us~
I think they appeared right beyond midnight~
but I knew we were swallowing September, I supposed we'd create minutes that would make
us smile come snow and we'd kiss in the reflection of fire...
escaping distance
with the whispers that affected skin.
Overheard Supposition
Overheard Supposition
Snitching is a crime am eye a snitch my time has got to be worth more than this.
The boys was simply boys and not real criminals they pitched some eggs Oh
where eye am amiss at this eye am not sure they are not worry or even sorry or
contrite they plan on tossing eggs all night the police they said just barley
missed catching them instead they are scot free. No one else has noticed this
eye must keep this information just to me oh happy me eye can just surmise the
acid test the egg comes flying now at me to hit me in the vest. They have some
eggs now on their faces they passed the test and toss them useless and they
miss the elder statesmen on the lawns of all the mansions of the minions as
they all drive around the lawns and toss those eggs out at us all the eggs are
useless to be eaten they are tasteless in the grass and baseless as a
substance they are fun only to the ones who do the tossing not for fun unto the
millions getting eggs on.
Political Supposition
By Franklin Price
1/10/2015
Suppose that a billionaire rich guy
Worth maybe a billion or six
With an ego as big as this country
Saw it was broken and needed a fix
Was willing to use his own fortune
To go where he thought it should be
To have a say in how it should get there
To fund his own presidency
Also suppose that this rich guy
Was already a celebrity man
With a need to control all around him
Aspirations that could make you a fan
Not afraid to voice his opinions
Say outrageous things right to your face
Do you think such a man could move mountains
To help the U.S. again find it's place?
Would such a man if he made it
Be unable to control or refrain
To listen because of his ego
Do stupid things to send us on down the drain?
Do you like where we are at this moment?
Do you think we are where we should be?
The establishment now in the capitol
Have done nothing at all I can see
This rich man for sure is not like them
Is a force that could change everything
They're afraid of this man with the money
Who as an outsider could be the king.
There is a bee guarding me
on the balcony
Standing there watching, very still not winging
Who sent this bee to fortify me?
Watchbee, patrol-bee; striped winged defender
Will you be leaving back to your sender?
Perhaps it was he;
Whom thought about me
Under the sun, under the tree ; perhaps- a thought
Human nature brought this bee..bewilderment…
Guess I’ll never know the answers
Only can surmise though
The bee made space when out of trace
Just, for butterflies...
BEEAUTIFUL!!!
A moment is a minute with a heart, after which
We come without arched brow, lips pursed
To breech a breath amidst all stolen air.
Removing only proof of thought
For sustenance of life.
No key, the unlocked door,
Through which a passageway of lending gifts,
Leads to open airs of longing space.
We may catch the passing breath
Of all those lives blown near,
Leave simple fruit unripened
Far beyond our scope, be as mortals
Left to nighttime’s touch upon all seeking souls.
Scratched by hunger for the need of understanding.
Then our moment closes. The only God we ever knew
Just blinked one more time.