Long Dani Poems
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Imagination
(see images in the clouds)
By Franklin Price
Dani, thanks for the inspiration
10/17/2015
Imagination often challenged
By the clouds up in the sky
The images contained therein
Are searched for by the eye
Imagination tries to leave us
As we move on up in age
Images in clouds no challenge
Will not provide a living wage
Imagination is what made us
Took us along the way
How we used and managed it
Put us where we are today
If imagination leaves us
New adventures do not glean
Life becomes a boring place
Like none other we have seen
Should always think, “where will I be?”
In a month or in a year
And imagine your existence
And see that image clear
Then work to make it happen
That's how we got to where we are
A year is not so very long
We can be our own bright star
So continue to imagine
It will help you keep some youth
Even though you're getting older
And longer in the tooth
Today is Your Birthday
By Franklin Price
(to Dani on her 47th birthday)
7/26/2015
Today is your birthday
So please celebrate
Hope your moving is finished
of your home goods and freight
Hope you're making some time
and you're happy to see
these great birthday greetings
from your mother and me
We're really quite proud
of the woman we raised
Sing your praises loud
Though we're a little bit crazed
Can't figure out
How you're older than us
but we're glad that you made it
And won't make a fuss
We won't ask you questions
won't ask your advice
Have a wonderful birthday
We hope it's real nice
Love from mom and dad
on this day of your birth
It's a much better place
with you here on this earth.
There Were Kisses
By Franklin Price
03/29/2022
When Barbara passed, it was a blur
I cannot remember all
Dani held her hand with me
When God made the final call
I thought I did not kiss her
Did not touch her lips goodbye
I could not help but question this
Could not help but wonder why
I wrote about this earlier
Questioning through tears that flowed
About the wife, whom I had lost
Who was gone from my life's road
When daughter Dani read that poem
She recalled that I was nice
She recalled that I had kissed her
Was not only once, but twice.
When Barbara was still with us
She saw me kiss her on the lips
Then on the forehead ,when she passed,
Those memories, for me, were blips
I thank God for Dani every day.
That she recalled there was a kiss
That she was there beside me
Still in my life to bring me bliss
Thank you God, that she's my daughter
I pray to you on every day
That you'll guide her and protect her
As she moves along the way.
Two Thousand Twenty-two
By Franklin Price
03/05/2022
As the year was turning over, from two thousand one to two,
God was watching down from Glory, knowing what he had to do.
You had fought the cancer valiantly, since the decade had begun.
It had taken 'way your joy for life. It had taken 'way your sun.
You could not walk without assistance. You were riding in a chair
I was doing all I could for you. Your will to live just wasn't there
The cancer took away your appetite, you were not eating any more.
It was time to take away your pain, Your weight was down to sixty-four.
I knew that you were hanging on, by the love within your heart.
You did not want to leave me, by myself, and to depart.
I prayed to God to take you, to relieve you of your pain,
Or to save you by some miracle, there was nothing else to gain.
On January eighteenth, the decision had been made.
You were sleeping when it happened, and your breath began to fade.
Danielle and I were holding you, as breathed your very last
God reached down and lifted you. Your life on Earth had passed.
The days, since then, have been a blur. Dani left on Sunday morn.
I was alone, adjusting, feeling sorry and forlorn.
I went about the busy work, that was the ending of a life
After more than fifty years, I had lost my darling wife.
Two weeks went by, I heard a voice, early on that Sunday morn.
“Barbara's with Me now in Heaven, and you know you've been reborn.
You believe I am your savior. I died on the cross for you.
You will join us, up in Heaven, when your days on Earth are through”.
I got up, went to my closet. I put on my suit and tie.
I felt a peace within me, was no longer asking why.
I went to church to worship; not feel sorry for myself
I got blessings from attending, put self pity on the shelf
Tamera came to visit. I know she was Heaven sent.
She stayed a week, helped me along, and then away she went.
I've been to church on every Sunday. God has blessed me every time
Friends and family are here for me. Feeling sorrow is no crime
I know that I am moving on, now that these lights have shown
I say a prayer to God on high, when I may feel that I'm alone
The love of Barb's still in me, and forevermore will be
My prayers ask peace for all of you; my friends and family.
Voluntary unconditional surrender woke...,
Viz hitting yours truly,
when yokel egghead doth jinx
whereby ye cannot comprehend figurative
wimpy vainglory, unequivocally, tectonically,
smoldering resentments I stoke,
he doth bare his soul no joke,
no matter insight doth severely challenge
cyber surfing passersby, who attempt
to interpret courtesy
mental torture doth invoke
brutality, difficulty, futility gobbledygook,
heavily taxing your fifty
plus shades of gray
I apologetically, grudgingly (ha),
painstakingly, unwittingly... poke,
when mine broadcast
red by anonymous folk
admittedly poetically trumpeting ambiguity
overlain donned with high falutin cloak
peace be with thee courtesy this bloke.
Electronic date/time stamp permeates
within copious, illustrious,
and porous corpus callosum
hemispheric spongy sinks
mister re: mysterious as Sphinx
validation indubitably backfires
invariably induces loosed
unicellular sized rat finks
cerebral blackout courtesy
one to many drinks,
envision sucker punched by
rockin sockin robots one named
Muhammad Ali t'other Leon Spinks,
or gordian knotted cognitive kinks
bajillion befuddled blinks,
albeit feeble analogy methinks
to render genuine concomitant
convoluted, mangled, twisted... (think
Möbius strip) sentiment
specifically linkedin with
sincere appreciation meant
pertaining to this gent
despite slight trepidation
as faux Geico petsmart agent
forced celibate nun sensical chap
considering entering convent
cloistered existence remaining
days of my life get spent,
where "15 minutes
might save me, not so shabby decent
15% or more on car insurance."
Paraphrase aforementioned Matt Speak
more easily succinctly understood,
versus gibberish as ????????
(i.e. the word Greek spelled in Greek)
essentially long in the tooth fella
self anointed literate sheikh
feeble flattered fungi with
average mushroom shaped physique
trends towards playfulness
in tandem with harmless streak
merely acknowledges how his unique
self expression oft times
tongue-in-cheek
experiences giddiness at unsolicited
positive feedback versus he/she,
who doth bitingly, flagrantly,
outrageously, witheringly... critique
modesty misunderstood equivalent
of poetic (peekaboo) hide and seek
to Dani body hook ken find me
game to reveal me re: hide and seek.
“ My son is now fourteen, and from the moment he was born, I understood that forevermore my heart would be walking around outside my body.”
Dani Shapiro
His first room was inside my womb
Tiny feet kicking strong night and day
Breastfed him and he quickly blooms
Into an independent soul by grace
Watching him mature is a great cure
For anyone questioning life goals
Children are a blessing uniquely pure
Teaching you as you learn guide soul
He may be a man of thirty years dear
Still my child so proud to be his mother
No longer a minor with a future clear
Heart of love for him like no other
I await his children and I pray
They know me as a fun grandma
Look upon sweet faces night or day
Bequest love in heart that gives pause
Heart embraces unconditional truth
Forevermore love is anointed in you
Just about to launch a new career
Or maybe I should call it a hobby
Dani Spies has certainly caught my attention
With her mouth watering recipes
And easy step-by-step videos to help us along
I'm drooling all over the keyboard as I type
I'm always game to try something new
And of course the payoff at the end is the ultimate reward
Now I hear some of you saying...
"Are you nutso!!! Aren't you kinda old
To be firing off in a new direction?"
My answer to that is this, "I ain't dead am I?
I'm always ready for a new challenge!"
And man, what a rewarding hobby... yum, yum!!!
I'll keep you posted as to how much weight I gain
(ie. one of the annoying side effects!)
Wish me luck all you nice people!
Next thing you know, I'll have my own show on PBS
Entitled "Old Chefs Never Die
They Just Choke On Their Artichokes"
© Jack Ellison 2014
Transmogrification into hideous golem like beast...
Seeks to lavish adoration,
especially after freshly deceased
cuz, upon yar flesh I will voraciously
devour thee asthma Christmas feast
mee haint not a cannibal,
cuz this humane anthropophagist
expresses love daintily, hungrily,
and with lips smacking and creased
devours thee charbroiled,
chargrilled, raw or greased.
The above worst case scenario if you
ignore serious warning
and interrupt my sleep
particularly during
rapid eye movement phase,
cuz vital to dream unconsciously deep
if left alone (meaning no awakening me
into foggy, groggy, and soggy state)
lest I manifest into a creep
more horrific (think)
by Dickens Uriah Heep.
Ordinarily mine Hyde bound diabolical
persona non grata
kept under wraps
dramatic malevolent manifestation
only appears only,
when requisite precious dream snaps
courtesy when some wise acre
foolish enough upon me noggin
doth drums, joyfully raps
itty in Blue knuckles (think drum),
cuz as An American in Paris
on permanent holiday courtesy lapse
of rhyme reason
(thank prefrontal lobotomy
to alleviate oppressive
anxiety linkedin with)
absence of necessary cerebral apps
induces predilection to relapse
into atavistic Geico caveman perhaps,
with courtesy bonafide frayed jockstraps
suddenly pops, crackles and snaps
in my body whereby sanity doth caps
eyes, that mashing monster aside,
ye ken count me mandate
fiend in Southeastern Pennsylvania
look no further then bleached lovely bones
formerly missus (sob...sob...sob...)
who thankfully no longer zaps.
Thus allowing, enabling,
and providing yours truly,
not ordinarily unruly
a bachelor Matthew Scott,
(but never known as Dani Boy) duly
available as coolie
cooking up house special wooly
mammoth and side order of tabouli.
Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake.
Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the bus came.
Claire, Clara, Chloe and co built a sculpture of Charlie out of snow.
David danced with Dani in a dance club in Derby.
Eliza's enormous elephant squirted water at an eagle.
Frances frantically searched, quite flushed, for Freddie's friendly frog.
General enquiries? Go Google it!
Henry hated hula hoops and Hungry Hippos.
Ingenious Ignatius invented an intelligence of sorts.
Jackie's Jaguar Jasper liked jumping giant fences.
Kind King Knowles knows what's best for his kingdom.
Larry limped lightly after he had a nasty fall.
Mary played Moana in a school production.
Nobody notices November's rain, not since winter has arrived again.
Oops! Oh no! It's happened all over again!
Pedro, Perdy and Poots played bagpipes in the middle of Boots!
Quality Street for quiet times.
Rita raised an eyebrow when she got the rhyme wrong!
Some slimy slugs saw Sid Sidewinder slithering slowly singing silly songs.
To tell you the truth, Tea's just right for me.
The unhappy unicorn kept dry under her umbrella.
Vera the violet vulture was very hungry.
The winds were whistling a wintry tune.
Xena played her xylophone while Xander was having his x-ray.
Yesterday's Yellow is today's Gold.
Zoe's zebra stared at her as she zealously expressed her views on Zoom.
Until You Meet Again With Me
(with love to Barbara)
By Franklin Price
02/23/2022
On the evening when God took you, while we held you by the hand,
Your life on earth was over, was hard for me to understand.
Our daughter Dani was there with me, as you breathed you last goodbye
Sorrow, for us, filled the room. I wondered why it was not I.
The chaplain from the Hospice came and prayed before you passed
She left us in God's presence just before you breathed your last
Dani and I, the only ones, who were with you as you went.
God took you up to heaven, for your days on earth were spent
The Catholic priest came out to bless you, in our home, the night you died.
He came because I asked him. You were still Catholic deep inside.
Had not been to church for many years, you were gone, could not repent
The Lord blessed us, on that evening, through the man of God he sent.
You passed away on Tuesday. Dani stayed 'til Sunday morn.
Your love is always with me. You help me when I feel forlorn
He took the pain away from you. Took you to His place of rest,
And left me here to carry on, God knows what is the best.
Another Sabbath day went by and I stayed at home alone
I thought of going out to church. My beating heart not turned to stone.
Friends and family are in touch. They know I'm grieving still.
I know I'm not deserted, for desertion's not God's will.
The third Sunday morning after, remembering you, for who you were
I went out to the Catholic Church, tried hard not to cause a stir
After all, I am a Baptist, and though you taught me quite a lot
You were the Catholic, in our marriage, and my memory's not so hot.
I made it through the service, and as the priest came up the aisle,
I stopped him there, between the pews, and thanked with a smile.
I said that God and he had blessed us, on the night that you had died
In his vestments, there he hugged me, and he held me as I cried.
I felt that Christ was there, with me, on that day there in the church
And if only, I believed, He'd never leave me in a lurch.
I know you're now in heaven, and you're looking down to see
I'll do my best to follow Jesus, until you meet again with me.
I have been to other churches, every Sunday, since that day
I have been blessed in every one. For now, that's all I have to say.