Could conditions terribly sad
Lead captives to do something bad
When a sheriff not cool
Won’t let compassion rule
Do lifers in prison go mad?
Did structure that forms Gaza’s pen
Encourage the Hamas gunmen
And with vengeance hot
Will Israel’s king-sized swat
Hurt civilians at risk again?
Do dollars the contractors reap
For the deadly weapons not cheap
Make reprisals cease
Or bring lasting peace
After Gaza ends in a heap?
Author's note: If a civilian dies as a result of a bomb dropped from a plane or one dies after being shot by a deranged soldier, is the outcome any different? While a huge opportunity exists for talking right now, will politicians just scramble to satisfy constituent anger? During an interview, the Israeli father of a kidnapped daughter pleaded for dialogue rather than more violence. Is empathy for this father and daughter possible?
I love vocabulary games, and these odd words came up in English words games, recently: Bute ( I know "Butte" but not BUTE) & "abseil," "landau," and even "Bourne" (identity?).
A poem about a simpler word, FLIERS.
When we say FLY,
Buzzing by and by
Which is it?
Plane or insect?
But when we use "Fliers"
The letters reveal secrets:
"liFe," "selF," "lies" & "Flies" again
LIFERS is best of all
In this game; Hope for us all
A certain thirty-nine-year-old man who is blatantly Pro-Life
Never thought it worthwhile to take for himself the wife
Confessed to me that he has ten children by the same woman
He has the reproductive habits of some notable vermin!
This single woman has spent her life, thus far, raising his spawn
A man who never gave a thought to putting a condom on,
Told me he has never changed a diaper or nursed a sick kid
Or wondered where his next meal is coming from, heaven forbid!
His children, classic cases of those deprived of a loving father,
Will likely be a burden on society for longer than they’d rather
Now consider that one of the ten might become a serial killer ~~
Wouldn’t it have been better if that one had been an abort?
Be that as it may, worst is that they will continue to consort.
What are pro-lifers doing to give poor kids better living styled?
Seeming to care more for a collection of cells than a living child.
Written June 27, 2022
[Incidentally, this is a true account of a man
I met yesterday who does yardwork for cash
to avoid child support!]
Spare a minute
to know about
those perky creatures
and their special features
Lifers, twitcher, tertial and lores
are nothing but the birding terms
Introduce, birding to the children,
As that would make kids pen
Their mesmerizing melodious calls
and the raising tunes wake up all
from those regular humdrum
and make us embrace the bliss
They are the angels from heaven
who have the power to turn
even the empty plots into garden
and the frozen winter into spring
They are the one who begin
the jingles in the dawn
and the one who end
the day by doing murmuration at dusk
They make us feel high,
For, they are buoyant souls that fly
which transfer their energy and power
to the one who watches them for hours
So why waiting? Look out
Spare a minute...
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Trump is Almost Gone
By Franklin Price
01/07/2020
Trump is almost gone
Just thirteen days away
The Swamp controls the government
Will make We the People pay
Four long years they've fought him
Even when he had done right
I pray to God to help us
Not let us go into the night
Yesterday he was most foolish
Encouraged quite a motley crew
To go up to the capital
What a foolish thing to do
The assumption all were Trumpers
May not or may be true
Some likely trouble makers
With nothing else to do
Could have been some city burners
Who led to break the windows out
If you look at the majority
Most of the crowd, just milled about
No matter, Trump was most at fault
Was there and led the way
Told the mob to go up to the hill
Though there was nothing left to say
Media, compares it to Pearl Harbor
Caused, by Trump, the foolish clown
Was not as if they helped to cause it
For four long years they've put him down
He tried every way to help them
To tweet and call his haters names
Not often presidential
Not how lifers play the games
When everything is said and done
Whether legally or not
Joe Biden our new president
Voted in to stir the pot
I dislike litterers
I see them, the cow-like chewers
Always spilling and always littering
How can these large lifers be so reckless
The environment is helpless
I see them smear the earth
They are guilty of chocking their own breathe
They are litterbugs that deserve a nosebag
With jaws incessantly grinding
Munching and crunching
In my mind I am punching
In my mind I am emptying a bin of refuge on their heads
In my mind I am tattooing a recycle sign of their foreheads
Their mindset needs a reprocess
Litterers give me so much distress
Democratic Senator Kirsten Gillibrand
Surely the most pious, learned Christian in all the land
Came out today with a most scholarly shocker
For which I find it hard to do aught but mock her
She told several fawning reporters** that restricting abortion
Is against the Christian faith, at least its most important portion
She explained that Christians are given free will, and then this:
That a democracy separating church and state is sadly remiss
If it intends to impose anti-abortion 'faith' against its citizens' wills
Thus labeling pro-lifers a denominational religion, as do political shills
So, whatever your stance on abortion may be, from pro-it to the death penalty
Perhaps on this we can all agree: Ms. Gillibrand's logic is pure quackery.
**CBS and Reuters
Burning the scriptures of truth
Gaining control of the vast lands
Leaders spreading their demonic sickness
Love ones impaled by the spears of ignorant soldiers
Happiness becoming just another thing of the past
Dominators purge the flesh of lifers
Confining foolish races with eternal slavery
The incompetent minds of feeble humans slaughtered
Oppression rears its ugly head
Unite, dethrone them all
Destroy the palaces of these tyrants
Taking back the freedom and prosperity we once held dear
Reclaim are peace of mind
Bring forth a new world promise
Demolish their temples of self-worship
New leaders will be born to save us all
A new reign of life
Who cares if unwanted children
Abound all over this earth?
Someone else can feed them
Until they have proven their worth!
Of course we shall disgrace them
Until they learn their place
Somewhat less than human and
Completely devoid of Grace!
Pro-lifers must believe their God
Is an old, incompetent fool
Who simply can't remember
What they learned in Sunday School.
Freedom of Choice is an issue
Pro-lifers will never forgive
They MUST have the right to dictate
Exactly how others must live!
I Salute the Veterans
By Franklin Price
11/8/2015
I salute the veterans
My hand is to my brow
Standing at attention
I recognize us now
My brothers and my sisters
Short timers, lifers, all
I commend us for our service
When our country came to call
We answered to our nation
To protect an oath we gave
All of us gave something
Some gave all unto the grave
Who Is Your Neighbor?
Forty-seven years we are in this our home of dreams;
youngsters flew the nest to chase their very own sun beams.
We are the oldest on our street among mid-lifers here;
no children's voices, kids on bikes, school buses do we hear.
Two years ago a family moved in across the street –
a New York City fireman, his wife and son so sweet.
Our spry young neighbors brought new life; we feel special joy
to interact with them and watch them teach their little boy.
My hubby, retired fire chief, can share so much with the them.
Young neighbors brought the gift of youth to make us smile again.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: Who Is Your Neighbor?
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 09/14/2015
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allusion, best friend, destiny, farewell, funeral, love, romance,
A SHARED DEMISE! ©
Coupled ‘lifers’ love is spent when terminated time sets in
This lovers state of affairs does ‘mirror’ a set rule of the ages
Outstanding duos do ‘voice’ as real friends sharing a mind in tune
Their clocked-time reverses knowing a finale means only one
It choruses from their minds and lips between two set songs
Shared prayers of wishes, hopes, and one last requests for mated-sake
Coupled for that one eventual and ‘significant’ closure, for whom ‘the death tolls’
A significant demise for the remaining one will be from broken-hardheartedness
Nature’s culling moments bare no ‘witnessing’ to its’ taking lovers ‘two by two’.
50 years ago I would have said
life was swollen with promise
as I awaited your return
from a land of bicycles,
Pagodas, potato vendors
and "Hiah, Hiah, Mushee, Mushee,
Hononea, Hononea."*
40 years ago the struggle
almost killed us both,
swimming against the current
of babies, bottles, bills
and dreams swept away.
30 years ago, life happened
in such a mad whirl
we hardly noticed its passing.
20 years ago, at life's half-century mark,
still slender (unlike now when flesh hangs
where it shouldn't), we walked
backward through empty rooms.
10 years ago, walls strained
as our numbers grew one by one
and we reeled in astonishment and joy.
Today, life swells with promise,
our attention riveted
on dreams rekindled.
*Japanese Greeting
good ol’ backwards North Dakota
wouldn’t want to be a woman in
North Dakota,
cause’ choice just ain’t happenin’ there.
nah,
if you’re a woman who gets raped in good ol’
backwards
North Dakota,
since they just shut down the last abortion
clinic,
all those bible thumping,
christ screaming, pro-lifers,
will be telling you to give birth
to a constant memory of the man who
raped you,
because they ****ing said so.
wouldn’t want to be a woman in
don’t-need-your-thumbs-to-live-here
North Dakota,
because i’d be unable to decide what to do with
my own goddamned body,
due to the fact that the
“heaven”
seeking
hillbillies
want me to kill my dreams of having a career
before settling down with a kid,
so they can feel like they did their
“god”
good.
wouldn’t want to be a woman in North Dakota,
unless i had enough money to get on the
quickest ****ing train
out of there
& gee willikers,
doesn’t that just feel ****ing dandy
in “the land of the free?”
pathetic,
pitiful &
pigheaded
perry
peddling his
propaganda by
preying on the
populace,
painting a
picture of the
“popular
pious
politician,” who
profanely
prays for
profit,
professing his
partisan
poisonous
pledges to the
predominant
party leaders,
potential donors &
practioners in his
parish of
paranoid
pro-lifers & anti-gay rights
pontificators, who are
pushing for his
potential run in the republican presidential
primary.
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