Long Cranberry Poems

The night Before Christmas Eve
By Franklin Price
12/17/2016


Prologue

The Night Before Christmas
A most famous of  poems
Read  to children aloud
By their parents in homes

To children who gather
'Round the brightly lit tree
To hear Santa is coming
Presents for...

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Won’t you please take me back
To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house 
With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it
And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio
Covered in leather with glorious knobs
That brought me the...

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An unexceptional turning point in our marriage...

unexpectedly came about,
when possible prospect
of the wife going
to Puerto Rico by herself
(for a fêted celebration
of our eldest daughter
and her significant other,
which occurred years ago
courtesy justice of the peace)
attended by...

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It's Christmas eve dawn
and something is very wrong
For the children unable to wait
watching for Santa and it's late
The stockings are empty not even a lump of coal
no presents under the tree did Santa bestow
Three little...

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O beloved chevalier, 
cloaked in shimmering champagne armor,
tonight I long to feel your sultry skin,
embroidered with emerald embellishments 
and twinkling teal topaz, 
tailored to tempt,
veiling these tanned desires.

My soul sways to a chained string 
of...

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There's an event in the country that few city people ever know,
It's called the Greasy Pig Competition held at the local show,
It's a novelty event put on when the riding's been all done,
A greased up...

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#IN THE ELEVENTH MONTH, ON THE ELEVENTH DAY, I WAS BLESSED TO AWAKE AND HONOR "A SPECIAL ANGEL" ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HER 81st. BIRTHDAY.
THIS IS THE SUNNIEST BRIGHTEST GRANDEST
DAY, GIFTED SO SWEETLY**I WISH...

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The typewriters tap,
with a rat-a-tat-tat,
like a fourth estate rap
to provide us the pap
(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)
in a newspaper scrap
crammed with meaningless crap
from the editor's yap
(spewing flimflamy flak, booming rat-a-tat-tat)
after gashing a...

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Leaves labor in loam, roses endure the drouth’s weight,
From the east, petals peel, in soft drift concatenate.
Chariot’s beacon soars to the glint’s edge of tomorrow
To know, to grow, to sow, to go 

Ooooh… ahhh… mmmm…
Aaaah-ooooh…...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

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'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down
at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found!
We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet.
shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!”

When from...

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I never knew that Stonehenge refers to hanging gallows


While solstice gives solace as the sun dial moves forth

Many years of mysteries immortalized for sacred worship

	Blue Stones transported from Pembrokeshire

	For a giant Cromlech by magic or...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream of retracing their 
scintillating season of beachy spring. 
'Hope' had...

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﷯﷯
﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter does not the Summer make.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter is only take and take And Take.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Much like﷯﷯
﷯﷯My Quiet kissing dead slept Kat.﷯﷯
﷯﷯{Yes}  His Looks﷯﷯
﷯﷯{As well} had a voice, ﷯﷯
﷯﷯once…﷯﷯
﷯﷯{ Ice melting in Cranberry, Lime...

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December 24, 2015

There was a boy called Jimmie who was writing his letter to Santa Claus. The list of the gifts was very lengthy. It included a control remote car, a baseball bat, clothes and...

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“The smell of the sweet potatoes
 In the oven fills up the kitchen
 As she reaches for the cranberry
 In the cupboard to be open

 She loves cranberry sauce with turkey
 But I don’t like...

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Got GAS--- Flatulence


Got me sum delicate tummy
Ate too MUCH late at night
After eight-thirty  for Pete’s sake----
Guess I should not have ate
That cabbage and raw egg cinnamon-shake
NOW MY STOMACH ACHCES
 Like the horn of auto...

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I’m afraid of bright blue cars. 
Every time I see one driving down the road, my body tenses and I look away. 
Only then to look more closely to see the driver's face. 
Once I...

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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten with 
  effervescent emotions,
remember,
   not every periwinkle...

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 to the faceless 
   names I’ve phased, 
forgive the silent sunsets, 
    frozen in time, 
  and remember thin 
    cinnamon skylines, 
how ink carved...

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had a hankering for praline pecans &
so, as one with a hankering for praline
pecans will do, when the appropriate
funds are available & one has the time
to go praline pecan search, 
off to the grocery he...

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“The smell of the sweet potatoes
In the oven fills up the kitchen
As she reaches for the cranberry
In the cupboard to be open

She loves cranberry sauce with turkey
But I don’t like cranberry or turkey
So she bakes...

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1/4 cup of chopped shrimp
1/4 chopped crab meat
3 cups of chick peas
1/4 green onions chopped
2 teaspoons of cayenne pepper
2 teaspoons of chopped thyme
2 teaspoons of salt
1 Tablespoon of dehydrated garlic
1 egg yolk

mix well and form...

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The haunted train of Schwenksville

After dark every Halloween
since living social in Perkiomen Valley
for seven long years,
a shrill whistle train whistle
(often compared to the sound
of a bird's call, particularly
a large bird like a hawk or a...

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Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork 
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of 
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’ 

Evil strips uniformed...

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