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No greasy treats from chippie van;
I have my starch now au, gratin
with blasted, deconstructed bass,
petits pois, served; in Demi tasse.
No pint of best down at the pub
I drink with chums now at the club;
Prosecco, or a Chardonay
depending on the time of day.
No picking up the kids from school;
done by Au pair now; as a rule;
she turns up in our four by four
dressed top to toe in old Dior
No visits to the Home Depot
I have ten craftsmen now in tow;
who add things at my beck and call
to my enormous stately hall.
No need to visit family;
They all now want to come see me,
drink all my wine, then use the pool;
methinks they take me for some fool!
There's nothing left that I can buy;
so why, you ask, that big old sigh?
I have new friends, but here's the rub;
I miss my mates down at the pub.
Yes, being rich is such a bore!
There was a young man lived under a curse,
For having the gall to tempt fate.
He's played fast and loose with the daughters of whose,
Was a warlock whose powers were great.
This handsome young man had a profile so grand,
Girls flocked to his beck and call.
He'd take them and use them and then he'd just lose them.
For him life was one big ball.
The story is told that the girls were bold.
Life and love for them was a game.
They were beauties for sure and though far from pure,
Next to this man these girls were tame.
Their father loved them, put nothing above them,
They were his little girls,
And as promising witches his whole life enrich-ed,
The pride and the joy of his world.
He sent for the man, before him he'd stand,
And account for his crimes, the churl.
The young man accepted, thought he'd been elected,
As bride groom for one of the girls.
He invited him in for drinks in his den,
And the young man came with a smile.
He thought for sure he would be adjured,
To marry his daughter in style.
The young man kept his date and met with his fate,
And he never was seen again.
The old man came out and looked 'round about,
And smiled as he held out his hand.
A tiny gold chain,
And engraved with their names a locket of purest gold.
Inside you could see a man, could it be,
Trying to break free of it's hold.
A path of good intentions running right outside my door
I never really understood what all the fuss was for
Maybe there’s a Heaven here and maybe there’s a core
But who here has the courage to confront it?
Another night of drinking and a morning of repair
That bottle of your emptiness a trophy of despair
Is this the life you want to lead? The legacy you’ll share?
Do you really need to run among the hunted?
‘cause all you’re doing
Is all you are
You are the highway
And you’re the car
There’s only one light
From that daytime star
Catch it before it turns black forever
My children are around me, and they sleep just down the hall
I wait each night to hear from them, to heed their beck and call
But what happens the moment I don’t hear a thing at all?
Is that the day I give up on the mission?
I thought I was a hero, but it didn’t fit me right
Had the bottle and the message – it was all so water-tight
But in all my great supremacy, my soul was damp and slight
Like the well had thrown up all of the wishing
When all you’re doing
Is all you are
You are the highway
And you’re the car
There’s only one light
From that daytime star
Catch it before it turns black forever
It's a Shame
By Franklin price
7/17/2016
It's a shame where we have gone
Since the day of nine-one-one
Seems all we've done is taken sides
Evidently we're not done
Don't say that all lives matter
That's much too broad a stand
Might bring us all together
Bring some peace back to this land
Make no effort to negotiate
What is the best for all
Must choose a side on which to be
And at its beck and call
Republican or Democrat
Is a choice that we must make
Must take the apple offered
Provided by the slippery snake
Walk the planks of the minorities
Kiss the asses of the rich
Flush our Republic down the drain
Controlling interests are a *****
Don't say you haven't noticed
It has worsened day by day
As is presented by the media
Who try to make the news they say
Reporting so lop-sided
Whether Fox or CNN
Maybe truth is in the middle
Don't know where we should begin
The public better wake up
Should not believe the lies they tell
The undermining of authority
Will send this country straight to hell
Not Our Founding Father's Nation
By Franklin Price
7/7/2016
Not our founding father's nation
That we're living in today
We're no longer using horses
To move ourselves along the way
Autos, planes and satellites
Make this country very small
The World is not much bigger
All is at our beck and call
Information instantaneous
Don't have to wait for print
No time to think what's happening
To know if we came or went
TV news and internet
Tell us lies until they're caught
If unlucky they've convinced us
What they're selling we have bought
Retractions often hidden
In the text of future lies
Misuse of new technologies
Is something I despise
The Constitution still applies
And the Holy Bible too
New interpretations needed
For the times we're going through
Be careful to whom you listen
Determine what is false or fact
Ride figuratively on a founder's horse
To determine how to act
The anvil of power weighs heavy
on my heart, forging my decisions.
For my crown's coveted by weaker men,
hatching plots and schemes to usurp me.
The whole world is at my beck and call,
none dares question my authority.
For I rule with a hard iron fist,
unchecked by the glove of compassion.
I'm gifted gold chains, precious stones, and
costly silks to adorn my body.
But, they can't disguise the fact I live
in an extravagant gilded cage.
Peace is maintained with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For I and only I am ordained
to rule, mandated by God's decree.
Love's a luxury I can't afford
it can cost me the price of a throne.
And trust is merely nonexistent
in my quiver of indulgent whims.
Time is the ultimate crucible
stripping away my soul piece by piece.
And changing me spiritually
until there's nothing left but a shell.
I'm the alpha, and the omega
war and terror are mine to command.
For I am the harbinger of death,
don't mistake me for anything less.
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2/20/2017
Too many days of torment have come
I lower my head and bow I’m done
For I once knew of a life so grand
From wide blue oceans to every land
I have no rhythm, and no cadence
I fly, my mind is free
I leave you here, you torturers of souls
and body, you can never have the real me
For in my heart there burns a flame
And in my head lies chemistry
The element all at beck and call
In these eyes a light you’ll see
I shine on you in sun dust particles
reflecting spectral colours back at you
I will live in you, will thaw
the cold, will make you human
A kaleidoscope of colours you are
mixture of cosmic dancing stars
the rainbow over heaven awaits for you
no matter the distance that you stroll
And when we end, take our place
in this dark night, or dawning light
You will remember, and smile
We will be together in eternal memory
WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME--
Come here before me my love darling love, would you still love me?
Would you still love me if I were improvised?
Though riches are though your kisses maybe, would you still love me;
If I would not engage in loving you physically until our wedding night, sigh;
Would you still love me?
Would you still love me If I suddenly stop worshiping God;
Though riches are though your kisses maybe, would you still love me;
Sudden chances random glances, would you still love me;
I'm not that perfect in this would you still love me;
And would you still love me if I were a convict;
And would you still love me if I confess;
Could I be forgiven for my misdemeanors, would you still love me
Come here before my love darling love, would you still love me?
Would you still love me or find it odd;
If I were at your beck and call would you still love me?
Would you still love me would I be forgiven?
In the event you do forgive me, would you still love me?
12/23/18
Would You Still Love Me Poetry Contest
Free verse
Sponsored by:Edward Ibeh
I am at her beck and call
There for her every need
The shoulder she cries on
When lovers give her grief
I'm the holder of the jar
To the secrets that she keeps
She's a woman in love
But she's not in love with me
I'm the one in whom she trusts
The comfort that she seeks
I'm there when she rings me up
To bend my ear but not my knee
Conversation deep but not enough
For her my heart to see
She's a woman in love
But she's not in love with me
Wish I could let her know
The other secret her jar keeps
That's the love I've yet to show
As the friend she has in me
I'll keep holding out the hope
That one day she will see
She's a woman in love
That is in love with me
Disclaimer: I'm a happily married man
with a wife that is happily married most of the time!
We are the Government
By Franklin Price
6/9/2017
We the people are the government
It's not hard to understand
The House and Senate represent us
But we're the leaders of the band
When we watch them on the TV
Hear them on the radio
See them rant on social media
Calling each other so and so
Making asses of themselves
To put our country in a bind
We're looking bad collectively
And have lost our friggin' mind.
We must begin to make things right
We the people of this land
Rid ourselves of representatives
That don't care to understand
They're there to do our bidding
And are at our beck and call
Vote them out the next election
When they don't seem to care at all
For we the people are the government
We must participate
Replace misplaced in Washington
Before we find it is too late