this earth wears broad, a garland
for the hells that man has wrought
its scarred facade, the tattered veil
for schemes once sold and bought
and should that laurel drop its leaf
for each damned dream and crime
so bless the age when moonlite finds
man's deeds wiped clean from time.
this earth wears, broad, a garland
for the hells that man has wrought
its scarred facade, the tattered veil
for schemes once sold and bought
and should that laurel drop its leaf
for each damned dream and crime
so bless that age as moonlite finds
man's deeds, wiped clean from time.
It's a Shame
By Franklin price
7/17/2016
It's a shame where we have gone
Since the day of nine-one-one
Seems all we've done is taken sides
Evidently we're not done
Don't say that all lives matter
That's much too broad a stand
Might bring us all together
Bring some peace back to this land
Make no effort to negotiate
What is the best for all
Must choose a side on which to be
And at its beck and call
Republican or Democrat
Is a choice that we must make
Must take the apple offered
Provided by the slippery snake
Walk the planks of the minorities
Kiss the asses of the rich
Flush our Republic down the drain
Controlling interests are a *****
Don't say you haven't noticed
It has worsened day by day
As is presented by the media
Who try to make the news they say
Reporting so lop-sided
Whether Fox or CNN
Maybe truth is in the middle
Don't know where we should begin
The public better wake up
Should not believe the lies they tell
The undermining of authority
Will send this country straight to hell
Once a haggard old chap I met
Who had to tell a sad sad tale
“Now I know how life to hate!”
This was the sum total of his tale.
“Once a youthful beam I had
Like yours so broad a good smile
And upon my hand the gourd I held
The wine on faces did put a smile!”
Many years of trial and error wandering through life’s tests.
Fond memories of a strength to match no other.
Shoulders broad, a leaning post, encouragement at it’s best,
The tears, soft words...the wisdom of my mother.
The swing, on her patio, slowly back and forth,
Sharing secrets, telling jokes with laughter
The great scales of life, can measure not it’s worth
These pictures of a past, most....well sought after.
Kids at play and oft’ the feast, I love to cook...her clean
Songs, with all in joyful harmony
And long into the night to stay, but now too short it seems,
As past, along with present beckons me.
This gentle heart, so full of life, we ever should have known,
That God would choose to draw her to His breast.
A choice well made, if we believe, never to say ‘Gone’
But understood, ‘cause Mother...You’re the best!