Long Byways Poems

One of the least talked about,
yet most problematic issues
for regenerating  

Global
social-psychological
mental and physical
health and public safety
movements

Well fed and watered
to empower and enlighten interfaith
action and reflection,
song and dance
liturgical and fire-circle
contemporary-indigenous wisdom

Is to explore together
how and...

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Dear Local Boards of EcoSchool Education,
Departments of Environmentally Protected Walkable Transportation,
Cooperatively Maintaining Public-Private Works
and STEAM Play
and WinWin GreenGames,
Hysterical Historical Associations,
Social Work Departments of Climate Restorative Therapy,
and Public Health-Wealth Departments:

Did you leave anyone out dear?

Just the...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of  places we have known

The Interstates most boring
They bypass most...

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Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning...

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The  road  to my hometown was  a  long, and arduous one.
I  loved  the walk ,and the privacy  it  gave  me.
My  mind  was  awash...

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I was an active and happy person, and had a great fondness for movies,
Like the enthusiastic nature lover, bears a fondness for outdoor beauties.

I indulged in both the old and new movies, those of almost...

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The Florida of My Youth – Highways and Byways
By Franklin Price
10/17/2019

The highways and the byways of Brevard when I was young
Were void of any four lanes, no interstates among
Highway 50, was the only road that...

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I had always loved being near deep-sea water, and I was never too far away,
As the beauty of fresher tomorrow, is but mystic hours from prevalent today.

I enjoyed swimming and boating and surfing, and even...

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Trees have never talked before
no one has ever heard tree thoughts.
As plants evolved, so did trees;
trillions and trillions appeared,
half gone now, down to three trillion.
Trees send signals through the forests;
using various chemicals
also fungi, roots and...

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Which late afternoon/ early evening
today adventuristic, edenic, and idyllic
April 13th, 2021
pitch perfect weather
serves as temporary tonic
to balm away blues.

Like a tumbleweed
aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely wobegon open wide
prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously
epitomized by...

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across the infinitely open and wide prairie land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages the metaphorical landscape 
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron...

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Jam packed little brown suitcase 					                
Post cards along the way   					      ...

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OF THE COMMON SEAS
  "We must come down from our heights, and leave our straight paths, for the byways and low places of life, if we would learn truths by strong contrasts; and in...

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along...

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Humbly holding forth this bouquet of flowers

Within these sincere and love filled hands ~

Marked by lines that have defined themselves, through time....

The spectrum of colors across these pages, these shades

Endlessly, from black unto white; crossing...

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Jesus is indeed the great story teller
on this occasion He told of a king
telling what heavens kingdom is like
the king gave a feast for his son to bring

Those who were invited but they didn't come
then...

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There is a hidden story here,
 wordings in the lines of a book that openly appear
   well-worn images cleared 
along paths and byways out of stagnation,
 birth life experiences out of the shadows...

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Today, alone, and near despair,
my heart nigh crushed by this world's cares,
I stumbled, blinded by hot tears,
through bitter valleys, dark with fear,
my tortured mind the while was wrung
by memories of this I'd done.
or said, or...

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Stilled again across the canals broadening 
Girth;
Mesh cages of rock-filled Gabions 
Reinforcing patches of exposed and arid earth,
Reflecting the glints that gleefully
Twist and dance in the hot glare of the sun...
Provoking images and stirring indefinable...

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One scene
                                 ...

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These are the moments that stir our hearts 
      and make our spirits soar, like Phoenix's, 
    Doves and Condors, wearing the freedom 
   ...

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On this desecrating Earth
Nature's BusinessAsUsual
is industriously
and perversely
secluded from Spirit--
naturality from spirituality,
climate health/pathology from internal weather events,
humane hope for health from divine faith in eternal wealth,

In our profane wealth-hoarding EgoGame,
short-term fatuous Win/Lose natural strategies
are loss-postponing futile...

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Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching...

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