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Yellow asters along the fence
Gone their lush perfume… once intense
Tousled after a last hello
Many, many long years ago
Naïve boy-girl flames of sundown
Each quiver reflecting nights’ crown
Cheek-kiss…pink bliss through seasons---Oh
Many, many long years ago!
Not even frost harmed wake of blade
As if thrill ‘s claim sprung…unafraid
When time was young, a world aglow
Many, many long years ago.
Precious and rare, a moment kept
An infatuation quite swept
By fancy. I adored him so—
Many, many long years ago!
Dear Heart’s Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 –
Repeating Refrain Poetry Contest
7/15/2019 ~Revised
A Score of Years Ago Today
By Franklin Price
09/11/2021 (8:20 AM)
A score of years ago today
As I begin this write
The towers were still standing
Were the tallest things in sight
We the People, unsuspecting,
That those towers soon would fall,
In a place called New York City,
But would affect us one and all.
Never would we be the same again,
Not from sea to shining sea,
When terrorists attacked that day,
They were attacking you and me.
And what this country stands for
Home of the free and brave
Many of us died that day
Had lost the peace for which we crave
This morning, after twenty years,
We look back and recall
The actions that were taken
After they made the towers fall
We declared, forever war,
Not on a nation, but a faction
Where did we go? What did we do?
What satisfaction, for our action?
Separation has befallen us
Getting greater every day
Many terrorists, we find,
Are in, the good old U.S.A.
Today, this anniversary day,
We should vow to heed the call
Work together for the common good
For we're about to lose it all .
Have you taken a good long look in lately at yourself in the mirror
Do you see your life, as it is now, any kind of clearer
Are you still wishing she could, to you, be nearer
Break down and call
What makes you think she don't still love you through it all
Love is up one minute, but sometimes in the next it has been known to fall
How will you know for certain how she feels if you don't even try
Or do you want to be left her forever more trying to answer why
Regets hit hard and they will run so extremely deep, life passes you by in the blink of an eye
Will you let go off your fears and embrace her, the one you know you have always loved
And you know all to well she is the one you are constantly thinking of
Just maybe she see you as someone sent to her from the heavens' above
Look closely, there is a crack in the mirror but don't you dare close your eyes
Even if it's easier to turn away than to take that look inside
With life and the truth you need, it's never to late to try
Be true to her, but most of all be true to yourself don't let her again pass on by
You could make each other happy where each of your lives have gone awry
Stop thinking about just how many tears she may have cried
She's stronger now than you know
Open your heart again and let that love for her once again flow
And that much, to yourselves, you each owe
Just let go
Just let it show
It's been meant to be now as it started from a long time ago
So long ago you left my perfect world.
You were fifty-five- I was thirty-two.
My broken heart that day became unfurled!
How could this ever happen, losing you?
Dear Mom, I've missed you by my side each day.
It's been so many years since you've been gone.
You never saw your grandkids grow to say
that they have grandkids too to love and fawn.
Yet, through these years, you often came to me-
I felt you by my side so many times.
Your spirit up above, so hopefully,
enfolds me in your arms, to see the signs.
In time, I will find you beyond the stars!
Reborn togetherness will then be ours.
They treated me for bipolar disorder.
I wanted you to know.
Although the doctors later said
it was the Adipex-p and weed
mimicking
an up-and-down disease—
it hasn’t happened since.
I still think it was more than that.
Hard to believe
it’s been more than twenty years—
that fourth of July,
when I read your mind at the Washington Mall,
and ran off to watch fireworks
alone in the grass.
It was wet, and I could tell—
you thought I was magic.
You walked toward me
Christmas morning in the summer evening,
said, didn't think I’d ever find you.
You can see how the backdrop
of that moment conspired
to spell out fate: the night
convincing,
the air exploding in support of it,
I came to—
in a hospital,
you still looked like Clark Gable,
but your mythical gait
was just a limp—
you’d played baseball in college.
My ESP had just been synapses
cracking communal phrases inside my skull,
masquerading as serendipity
in wolf's clothing.
all of it—
an embarrassment.
You stopped returning
my messages, after I underlined
phrases at random
in a Chicago weekend newspaper,
then tried to get you to believe
with me.
I drew a picture of Ganesha
in the margins as further evidence
of our destiny as gods.
When the mind starts shuffling
everything it's ever touched
with Vegas-dealer speed,
it doesn’t take much to get to
a version of the story where we're Holy.
You could’ve easily taken advantage,
but you didn’t. I think you knew
I’d have let you.
Wish you were here.
Softly- tears began to rise
and I asked where I had gone astray.
Was it a secret in your guise?
I never longed for perfect ways.
Only truth that would last.
My heart lies busted in your hands
for honesty was never near.
The happiness you brought has been stolen away.
I came back home but found no trace of you here.
The ache of loss and the hope that clings
are twisted tightly to my core.
Though shadows press with silent stings,
the soul keeps chasing what it was made for.
A week ago, the world was calm and slow.
Yet through the fog, one gentle glow remained.
It led me where the silent rivers flowed
and softened all the darkness into light.
Though time moves ahead, love stays within the peaceful heart.
A steady light that never fades.
Eighty years ago, the horrors
Mesmerized the world
As Nazi flags came down
To never after be unfurled.
The captives held at Auschwitz,
Walking skeletons, at best,
Didn’t have to speak; their bodies
To their torture did attest.
It seemed incomprehensible,
But through the years I’ve learned
That people’s inhumanity
Has somehow since returned.
Or, being more realistic,
It has never gone away
Nor ever will, until the planet’s
Final dying day.
Today, though, let us recognize
And honor those who lost
Either families or lives
At much too monstrous a cost.
*Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day
About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...
One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched
rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent
Lot affecting chronological abridgement
forthrightly, immediately, and
magically decreeing making
with flourish of inkhorn - prestidigitation
"poof" quite few months absent
necessitating rejiggering
displaced vanished days forcing
latter time keeping paradigm absorbent,
asper sands of time no matter such
figurative tectonic shift population
aghast at August accomplishment
and probably did March in protest,
cuz entire season,
sans couture accouterment
suddenly rendered obsolete and unfashionable
manually crafted, swiftly tailored, and
harry styled clothes no mean achievement,
and uninformed folks got hashtagged
kindled, and named plenti admonishment
visited on their person such as
bumsteads, dolts, fools, et cetera
howling guffaws when derriere adornment
slapped with "kick me steady bum,"
or stuck with tail like appurtenances
eventually this "FAKE" – advancement
ha ha April fools historical joke
became embedded tradition inn advertent
lee established meshugas, where Jews
and especially gentiles went meshugoyim
generating cottage (cheesy) gum mint industry,
and brisk business for nascent advertisement
industry, (albeit handily horse drawn
attention grabbing kiln fired tablets)
mainly for (Philly buzzfeed string) affluent,
who secured lifelong gentlemen's agreement
with artisan, and of apprenticed trumpeting sons
(after tithe thing allotment) earnings
portion squirrelled away for rainy
May Day festivities ambient
brouhaha babushka's celebrating divine comedy
21st century poet tindered mild amusement
regarding this "FAKE" flight of fancy!
My bags are packed
My heart is cracked
And all I have is goodbye
A year ago today...I lost my peace .. I lost you... I lost my heart
In case you didn't know you were my universe
All I do now is work from day to day
I pray this never ending pain will end
You said you wouldn't hurt me but you did
You cracked my heart
I cant seem to fix it back
You are the missing part of me the part I really want to keep
I can't repair my heart... My soul is broken
All I have is pain, tears and emptiness
A year ago I stood there hoping you would see how much you mean to me
She has your heart so I learn to walk away
My bags are packed... And all I had was goodbye
Thank you very much
For having such a heart,
such a blooming heart,
such a bleeding heart,
and guiding and guarding
that child from them,
from that pack of wolves.
A decade ago, it happened,
and it happened for a decade.
Occasionally, instantly and
insistently, they released
Montague – Capulet grudge,
they trudged generationally,
on him, that trembling lamb.
They used his bed as their stag
to keep their pet pig –
mud bathing pig,
yet you saved him from wallowing
in that mud-spread, stenchy bed.
A decade ago, it happened,
and it happened for a decade.
Their mammoth-like wrongs
flew so soft as bird feathers,
yet his chin-tip-size mistakes
blew like king-size gas balloons.
A decade ago, it happened
and it happened for a decade.
Harbouring grudge on none,
you did shield him, as a boulder,
and trained him to face threats
without harbouring grudge on none.
A decade ago, it happened
and it happened for a decade.
Thank you for being
such a beacon, such a guru,
guarding him and guiding him
to live as a man with no grudge,
yet with love,
oozing – soothing love.
Submitted to Silent One’s “Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest” on Dec. 7, 2020