Lovely young woman,
Full of charm and wonder,
Your life lies before you,
Plans and dreams to ponder.
No longer a child,
Today you're eighteen,
And what you'll become,
Remains to be seen.
The whole world is yours,
With opportunities galore.
Spread your wings and fly,
There's so much to explore!
January Eighteenth, Two Thousand Twenty-two
(To Barbara, with love)
By Franklin Price
02/26/2022
January eighteenth, two thousand twenty-two
God looked down from Glory, and he came here after you
He had seen that you were suffering; did not need to any more.
He took all your pain away, and opened heaven's door.
I could not go along with you. He said He hoped I would not mind
He still has some plans for me. That's why He left me here behind.
I don't know what's in store for me, but I will try to do my best
If I follow where he leads me, I know that I will pass the test
I'm know that God will show me, what it is that I should do
I believe He sacrificed His Son. I'll come to Heaven when I'm through.
In Heaven, years are seconds. It won't be long until I'll be
Holding you, within my arms, throughout all eternity.
PS to the reader
I pray for you, if you've been left, by a loved one gone before
Pray that you believe that Jesus has opened Heaven's door.
Through the power and the glory you'll be together once again
God sacrificed is only son, to save believers from their sin.
“Let us travel to the zoological garden, “ said she,
born and bred in the eighteen hundreds.
I had no idea what she meant.
But she was dainty and beautiful.
One of the prettiest ghosts I had ever met.
I said, “Okay, let’s take my car.”
I opened and shut her car door.
She screamed when we began to move.
She was wearing a bustle that shoved her forwards.
Her nose nearly touching the windshield.
I asked her to take the bustle off.
She was horrified, calling me a horrid man.
“You are a strange young man,” she repeated.
Screaming as we drove faster on an interstate.
We drove around the city all day.
She recognized nothing.
We passed the zoo six or eight times.
I had no idea it was a “zoological garden”
So we never stopped.
She disappeared shortly after six.
“Bye!” I said softy, determined to look up
Some of her other words.
She was a dainty, delicate strange old one.
And her English barely understandable.
“Bye weird one” she whispered into the wind.
“I shall never forget this.”
Then I had a gentle brush against my arm.
A ghost good-bye maybe. I smiled.
G-low
A-fter
V-ileness
I-n
N-ighttime
O-bliterates
S-hadow
A-s
R-efulgent
M-orn
I-n
E-ighteenth
N-ovember
T-winkles
O-penly
Topic: Birthday of Gavino Sarmiento (November 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oy in eighteenth September
O-pens the day in delight;
H-appiness is truly felt,
N-ot the chill of the night.
E-cstasy in eighteenth September
R-elieves the pain and ache;
I-n the wide blue sky above
C-louds allow the day to break.
P-leasure fills the moment;
E-liminating the vile weather;
R-ise of the sun has caused
A-nother joy in eighteenth
S-eptember.
Haunted by uncertainties it dares to move on and on
So bright and hot that can burn down anything into ashes
passing through all the borders is its boldness
Ability to cut the limits maybe its sharpness
This eighteenth spirit should have its own whip
And have enough courage,
to tame itself to be in the right ship!
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Treatise of love suborn
Of feelings, desires shorn
With parochial aspirations born
On ritual wings bourne
Romance brokered forlorn
On christening morn, personal
license torn
Deeded by title; underwritten
with scorn
Parceled with dowry; with
annuities adorn
Liabilities, a fitted mantle
charitably worn
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