Freedom Jobs Poems

From the ashes of the never before, 
Lacking symbol, nor take to guide,
A Phoenix rises from storied lore,
In a portent of thrashing hide. 

Trumpets are...

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We all love the magic of stories. They've been with us since the dawn of time. 

This poem is written in support of those writers...

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The Price

The price of peanuts 
has gone through the roof. 
The elephants are not happy. 
They will need to curb
their needs, 
their appetite... 
their normal...

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Today or Yesterday

Today the gas price is over 5.00. 
We struggle now to decide what to pay? 
The food bill, 
the rent bill, 
or the...

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My grandma was a steeple jack, 
Of heights she had no fear.
The crowds would gather round to watch.
They came from far and near, 
 
To...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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A lake filled with joy but surrounded by pain
caught in a unorganized just over broke we
just watched each other go down the rabbit hole
 
...

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Those companies come along, when the markets wright
the profit goes away, when books aren’t sound

Our jobs come along, when they want height
the work goes away,...

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When will we wake up
we sleep knee deep
in what others do


they steal our life
they steal our vote
they give us little choice

we need a new way
we...

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just moments ago, a dawning realization
     arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
     and octogenarian...

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Gotta go down to the plantation today,
punch the clock and start the cubicle time labor
Work on whatever the boss say,
papers piling up from yesterday
Contact new...

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Take a Knee
By Franklin Price
9/28/2017

Take a knee to praise the Lord
Not for discord, we can't afford
Not in the venue of your work
Play football there, don't...

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Thirty years
stuck in a basement corner cubicle
Now retirement is on a countdown approach
Seems all you can do lately
is dream about that burnt gold convertible
Going from...

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This factory has the bales delivered. Bales of unwanted, disused, thrown about, torn up, ripped and antiquated clothes. Once loved but not now. Bales measured...

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Job Job

Oh beautiful for spaced out skies 
Once filled with astronauts
Now budget cuts have landed them
Below the fruited plains
For Amber alerts and waves of grain
Above...

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