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Number forty seven White House occupant against all odds

Number forty seven - White House occupant against all odds...

regarding President elect 
Donald John Trump.

As a cruel joke to self,
I imagined myself as a Republican
for that one glorious day
voting for the candidate
who clinched the nomination
as our next commander in chief
and still reeling in the heady years
when said unnamed person
graced the covers 
of countless magazines, 
(especially

Categories: forty seven, abuse, america, anger, anxiety,
Form: Free verse

One Hundred and Forty-Seven Days

i feel haunted. 
not by ghosts but by you. 
everywhere i turn you are there. 
sour candies and baby’s breath. 
pink roses and backwards caps. 
i am haunted by what you were to me,
how it will never be like that again especially. 
oh to have that erased. 
would it be a waste to have not

Categories: forty seven, goodbye,
Form: Free verse

Forty Seven Scars

Forty Seven Scars
But Who’s Counting
Miracle Man
3/11/2023

Forty seven scars,
each a telltale sign of some trauma
while traveling the highway of life.

Each has a story to tell
which induces thoughts
I’d sooner not recall again.

But the mind is a complex thing.
Seems visual is connected to recall,
which makes my daily shower,
sometimes, become show and tell think.     

Carryover

Categories: forty seven, emotions, health, pain, psychological,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Forty Seven Wants To Be Twenty Five

She is forty-seven, but insists on being with our twenty-five-year-olds.
I have heard her in the office hallway begging to be invited to things.
I will bring a really good present if you invite me to your wedding.
I will buy a round of drinks if you let me come to your Friday night deal.

How did a person

Categories: forty seven, age,
Form: Light Verse

Micro Forty Seven

Paint a blank canvas any way you want,
that’s the beauty of changing.

Categories: forty seven, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse

A Poet of Forty Seven Poems

Which one can muster?
    now?
  lines
red, blue, black ... in colours
oblivions?
always same
metamorphosis
like a shepherd of one sheep
 who has colours
to brush it to consternation
if out of one thousand
brushes
a light to be absorbed
may be only forty six and seven
     or indigo
poets are scarce today
because nothing succour
is honey here
safe

Categories: forty seven, love,
Form: Free verse

Seething For Forty Seven Years

Her husband’s angry words were like shrapnel,
They exploded in her brain.
Forgiveness was not easy.
He thought it was over. 
The words kept popping up in her head though.
She never fully forgot them. 

She heard  these words every December, 
She heard them whenever she saw a Santa Claus
For he had been dressed as Santa at the

Categories: forty seven, anger, divorce, hurt,
Form: Free verse

Forty Seven Degree Heat Wave

I threw my coat into the back seat because it felt like summer.
Forty-seven degrees! A heat wave after the below nine’s we had been having.
Let’s go swimming! I yelled to my husband who was still curled up in a blanket.
Shivering, because he claimed it was still winter. It’s forty-seven! I screamed.

I ran back outside to

Categories: forty seven, summer, weather,
Form: Prose Poetry

Forty-Seven Years

Forty-Seven Years
By Franklin Price
12/21/2016

Forty-seven years of marriage
And love transitioning
I look back on with memories
And what true love would bring

When we met, began as friends
No spousal thoughts were there
Had bonding with each other
Friendship, to love and care

Love with passion to begin
Always to feel the touch
Anywhere at any time
There never was too much

As time went by and

Categories: forty seven, love,
Form: Rhyme

Forty Seven

At sixty you've spent twenty years in bed
And two years of eating when your fifty
I've stopped counting the grey hairs on my head
My skin is loose and everything's squishy

My spine's compressing, causing me to shrink
The birthmark on my face, now on my neck
Crows feet are one thing, I've got spiders feet
One thing after another, I

Categories: forty seven, age, body, change, health,
Form: Sonnet

Forty Seven

Each new cast lives life
Providing your leg support
Becomes its purpose

Categories: forty seven, change, imagination, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Haiku

Forty-Seven Hills

How wonderful!
I have just learned
there are forty-seven hills
in San Francisco.

I am doing imaginative leaps...
First, I imagine they are all the same size
and how that would look
on lemon, lined paper.

Now I am thinking they go down
in equal measure
to the ocean,
and how I would run down

all the way
to the cool ocean, dive in,
and while I'm swimming, 
look

Categories: forty seven, imagination,
Form: Free verse

Page Forty Seven

Proverbs eighteen twenty two that's 
how I feel when I think about you, 
obtaining a gift I didn't deserve and 
I'm not worthy for, but I guess that's 
favor no matter what the score 
looks like God made it possible for 
you to shine in my life and I'm 
grateful, thankful for this moment 
and

Categories: forty seven, lovelove,
Form: Romanticism