Long Daytona Poems
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Nothing more that Ben and Jerry enjoy
Than Florida on Spring Break
Hanging out there at this moment
On this bright and sunny day
Swimming in the ocean
Just off the Southern shore
Waiting for a nice plump student
To dip his toes in and more
Nodding in agreement
They both would like that very much
After all what would two Great Whites
Rather crunch for lunch
Conversation rolls around to Daytona
Reminiscing of the time
Ben chowed down on four collage kids
While Jerry gorged on Nine
Yes, Spring is in the water
Where both the sharks relate
Nothing better in Florida when
You can sink your teeth into Spring Break
Though still as loving, still as kind and gentle, still as beautiful as they were in days of yore…
today’s grandmas are a different breed than the grandmas who came before.
Although they still share some similarities…the love they freely give…that twinkle in their eye…
the ways we use to think of grandmas…those old cliches…
to modern grandma’s don’t apply…
Grandmas of old were called Grandma…only Grandma…
at least all the grandmas I ever knew…
today we call them Nana, Gigi, Oma and YaYa just to name a few.
Grandmas were once characterized sitting in rocking chairs,
smiling crocheting with other grandmas…their needles kept neatly in a tin…
Today’s grandmas still smile while they sing and dance
and now…rock any chair they happen to be sitting in.
Grandmas were known for baking cookies…and driving slow…like they were in a coma…
Today’s grandmas still bake awesome cookies but drive like they’re at Indianapolis or Daytona.
Grandmas were once depicted as old ladies…wearing glasses with their white hair in a bun…
Today’s grandmas let their hair down…and are all about the fun.
We didn’t think old grandmas ever took a drink…
they were too busy knitting…or talking to one another
Today’s grandmas can be found with a cocktail in one hand
and their grand-baby in the other.
Yes, although modern grandmas some new skills and behaviors have amassed
they still share some important qualities…with our grandmas of the past.
Nothing will ever replace the feeling of a Grandma’s hug
or wonder of a Grandma’s smile…
and love, generosity and caring will never go out of style.
We learned this from our old grandmas…
saw the love and the magic in their resolve….
and isn’t it wonderful to see in our modern grandmas
how that love and magic has evolved.
Plant in your heart, seeds of stars a-plenty,
Thence will come to thee,a white turtle dove.
Bringing you peace and serenity.
Stop being on the top, you are so darn boring!
Let another fellow human being share some glory.
Poetry? The Daytona Freeway, a rush to the lead.
Yes, in all due course, that “need for speed!”
And what about helping another?
Some do, with great blogs, like no other!
Contests, yes, do make them very difficult
to win.
Perhaps a roundeau, might fit in.
I feel like I am at a burger joint_))
Fast, easy poetry...what’s the point?
Who really wins, when things are easy?
Nobody…………it’s terribly, poetically, sleazy.
A trophy is no prize when we pen like sixth
Graders.
Then let’s face it, we are adults who are
literary traitors.
Try to get into a genuine publication.
Much more difficult but the wise here,
take this one on.
And unafraid to be part of a mature,
shining, true, literary nation!
Play big league here, we all have
something to learn!
Poetry is about making the ordinary,sublime.
Many here are extraodinry and make our
hearts shine………… thank you!
10/14/2021
Just One More Day
To: My brother Calvin 1948-2003
If I had one more day with you in my life,
I would thank you for imparting so much insight.
I would secure our brother Louis to drive us around town without delay
We would watch a movie and walk through a Public Park where kids play
We would ride downtown, have your favorite lunch, watch people and stare
We would enjoy a tour of Busch Stadium, an interest we all could share
We would laugh out loud about the Cardinals being our father’s beloved team
We would agree to forgive daddy for all the times he appeared to be so mean
In some ways, though not all, one last day together would be sad;
But we would recall another world, when we were just happy, carefree lads
It would pain us to speak of working hard in cotton fields, when we were boys.
Then we would speak about the fun times we had, playing with our toys
Perhaps you would share with me one last financial tip,
Because you were outstanding in the field of entrepreneurship
Perhaps we would speak of things on which we debate and disagree, or of your thoughts of St. Louis, or Chicago, or even Daytona Beach
We'd quickly agree to disagree on some things, because there would be so many; and then we’d quietly talk about your tour of duty with the US Army in Germany.
I would have held ever so tightly to your frail body, saying, “I love you”.
Then we would sit for a spell on the banks of the Mississippi, taking in one last view.
12102015( Contest, Just One More Day)
Seeking out the sanctuaries
till jaggedness wears; blunt
only tumbles harder, to boo
nightmarish: it knocks keen
etching, grooves which rake…
Fleeing sleep, a roused huff
real, wheels in its silent war;
engages a caged subterfuge:
Eloquent is a pebbled stone!
(8/15/2020: Inspira: Sanctuary contest & ‘04 Eliminator 30 Daytona, Davis)
Stone Free Footnotes:
Should I heed the unconscious, or toss?
Throw it back to its recess of non-exist
Obscure it and blank out an angry emo
Not turned, the stone sinks in a cavern
Eventually it buries so deep and I, free…
Free…; till a flooding dream flashes grief
Released, it streams in polish, smoother
Eely slippery it slithers easily to the fore
Emerging, it shines in its dark: do I flee?
Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.
How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting like a kid with a new case of ink pens?
With less than two weeks on the job and with all that is going on in the country, how is attending the Super Bowl a priority, and riding around the Daytona 500 racetrack benefiting our country? It's more like a senior citizen acting like a 12 year old that has never been let outside as a child.
Because of the Musketeers and the disarray, this "house" has more lawsuits piled up in the first 30 days than the days in the month. People not knowing what’s the deal, so many court cases and appeals.
The amount of disrespect and threatening to take away federal fundings from states who don't wanna play and do what you say, is wrong on so many levels.
How are things great or even better when so many people are getting a "You fired" letter?
Inflation, allegations, discrimination, immigration, mass deportations, ICE not so nice…
Thirty days, what a splatter, even his supporters doesn’t matter. Now what are they to do, when they are the ones being let go too. You was a fan, did you think you were exempt? Thousands upon thousands are being fired, now they are left wondering who else is hiring. Prices are soaring, eggs are $37.00 a dozen…
Mishandling, dismantling... FYI, no DEI, they coming for the CFPB, the NOAA, FAA, USAID, Medicaid (CMS), no appreciation for the Dept of Education, the NIH, the DoD, the CDC, the IRS in a big mess, EPA, FDA, the VA, FEMA, NASA and even more in store.
You knew what kind of chaos it was the last time so I don’t know why anybody is surprised. Awww, and you thought it was going to be better the second time around. Well, all I can say is, there is Power in Prayer.
Buckle up... and to think, this is only the first 30 days, smh.
Irma Pulled a Fast One
By Franklin Price
9/11/2017 – 6:07AM
Irma pulled a fast one
Just before I closed my eyes
Took a right turn to the East
To sooner see the sun arise
Was supposed to go to Tampa
Get a cigar there to chew
Now she's wrecking Jacksonville
Her new direction's nothing new
Was not supposed to go there
Was to head for Alabam
Once again surprised predictors
Jacksonville now gets the slam
Passed Daytona Beach's race track
A responders' prepping pad
On the way out of the state
Had to see just what they had
Her blurry eye was very close
Winds blew and rains came down
She made their jobs more daunting
As she headed out of town
In Jacksonville a record surge.
In the Saint John's river way
Irma was not done with us
That's her record for today
Has affected all of Florida
Six million without power
Trees knocking down transmission lines
A new record every hour
She's still exceeding records
Wind speed. over time was set
It was a new world record
One of many she would get
She is still not through with us
On this day the towers fell
She, as nature's terrorist
Still makes our lives a living hell
Hold back, say one word in a comment?
Be impersonal.
Go as fast as you can?
Don't others count before you or me,
trying to be one of the top five?
What does "nice"mean as a comment?
How about "good one??
How about "cute?"
I can tell when comments are
sincere or when I am being used.
Does it kill you to sign your name?
How about signing just "lame"))
At least we all know this is the
Daytona 500 of Comments.
I really appreciate true comments.
The phony ones...no.
Tomorrow will return to commenting......
was writing to reach a goal.
Now done in. Wow ~~~
I can enjoy you all....till tomorrow,
11-24-2020
4:30pm
Down Florida way
Near Daytona Beach
Stays many a lassie
One in my eyes is a peach
Breakers on the move
Beach to caress
Bikini clad girl
My eyes are well blessed
Shapely and tanned
Toned and refined
Just me and this lassie
To be wined and dined
Late night beach stroll
As they enjoy the night
With the sound of the breakers
Just out of sight
In a moment of capture
They turn to each other
Gently they kiss
Under starry night cover
On the sand they lay
Looking up to the sky
This two together
Never wondering why
Their futures tomorrow
Today they just met
Over a period of time
Eternally set
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They are on the final stage
Of being in their Nascar cage
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done
After putting up with the rain
It is time to deal with the pit crew game
Check the gas and the glass
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell
Who is trying to make all this gel
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show
As many laps and miles went by
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door
There four wheels lost control in this event
Sending many to the emergency tent.
When returned the laps were showing only ten
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend
Ketchup and mustard were not needed
Only some grueling time of something called competing
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire
But nevertheless
It was the fed express
Who got there working overtime
Making sure they were first over the checkered line
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick
Performed as a Nascar trick.
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case
Let’s flip the bun
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done.
Up in the air they went
Coming down feeling really spent.
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge
Of this Nascar star.
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money
Not the stock car who is there true honey.