Long Dents 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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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
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IF TONIGHT WAS MY LAST.........

   it would be okay.......I have lived a good life......and found the blessings in pain.....
I have inspired people for lifetimes.......and helped show loves way.....
I have jimmied locks on minds........so the traps...

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As I empty a bag and look over the donations in it
I think, “Geezus why; not even I would willingly take any of this!
If I didn’t work here taking donations, I’d throw it all in...

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Inside A ‘72 Econoline

This old green van has a musty smell to it,
Like a pair of sweaty rancid socks
Mixed with half-empty beer cans.
It’s a banged up thing, this ’72 Econoline.
Scratches and mysterious dents 
Cover its...

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The Gift of ‘Not’ Knowing

I have toyed with the thought of free-will as a curse
(Hell reserved for bad choices, but Grace earned a joke?)
Is there madness or peace for those gifted by God
(or by dust...

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Your mother didn't know how to make a child,
she triggered her nature. Mother nature knew,
and she knows and will always know 
how to turn a seed into a child.
Bit by bit assembles life,
under her ultimate...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled...

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I couldn’t prevent the way my life went in my twenties 
unprecedented events continuously astounded 
it left me numb and confused into my thirties,
those intense incidents consistently impounded. 

I'm breaking out this perplexed stunned silence,
penetrating...

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Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands as we walked
...did we hold hands?
I can't recall
but the muster...

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1. Your few dents don’t join to form a rabble
I am still in growth, talking in babbles
not bad to be a hen and a sparrow
still much needed by me, a straight arrow
from the two sides,...

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Millions were deceived in my name;
Coated faces everywhere in my name;
Brutal wolves in a sheep’s clothing;
Like a deadly sea where all kinds of evil is unseen;
By their fruits, my name is painted in different colours;
Yet...

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Pronoia's Paradise of CoEmpathic Trust
is what happens in
and on
and as a holonic soul of 
Earth
when we expect,
anticipate,
the absence of Business As Usual (BAU) Paranoia.

Paranoia is the mutual suffering in fear
and concomitant chronic anger management
and ambivalent...

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GUM AND GUNFIRE
I SIT AT MY KITCHEN TABLE COMFORTABLY EATING A MANGO WITH OREO COOKIES
while a father fights off fearfulness fervently in a far off forest deep in Da Nang
Where even the trees have fangs
And...

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1. Non-fiction

The bathroom faucet gushes nectar
drowns my hands in never-laughter,
"Sorry" is a specter
when you told me "0" I felt disgusting,
hopelessly deluded,
naked.

Last night I dreamed
that New York City was nuked,
another Twin Towers Lost,
everyone radiated.

But then I...

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Alas, the long awaited warlord arrives
Dressed in promising attire,
Wearing hope like a battle gear
It gently lures us to a blind date .

With lots of hopes, wishes and dreams we yearn to fulfill our burning desire...

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Common Sense

Common sense putting dents in ya system,
Upon Zen, forgotten Presidents and Christians,
Yeah I dismiss them, I’m a contender, defender of my realm,
Surrender ya pretender, center of reality? Fallibly conceptualized, 
Here ya find my rhymes,...

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To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel. 
I have several dents but no...

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As I sit there upright and snooty, my maid brings my meal.
“Here you are sir, how do you feel?”
“I'm pleasant.” “Don't forget I have two guests coming today.”
“Yes sir, I'll come up and notify you...

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I'm trying to reveal the pain I haven't opened yet
How is it even possible to be emotional and emotionless?
I have a habit of walking old paths, already knowing the outcome 
Please give me the strength...

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Home is where . . .

The heart and reason mould into one and the same mirror of harmony

. . . the Golden Mean and centre of gravity as long as life’s turns spin around 

....

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The aches and pain I fill on my feet, is of wear and tear felt way down deep,
         from birth till today, I never seen them this...

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The Last Nail

Consider the paths that you follow through life
From those very first steps, unstable, unsure,
An unheeded fall is your coffins first nail,
Yet how many more will you have to endure?


Progress is slow as you...

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I write for all of the broken hearts that are beating
Use my poetry as a bandage for your scars that are bleeding
from my heart is where my words are spoken from
I write my words with...

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I used to try and numb the pain with this brandy I'm sipping 
Why am I holding on to everything that's missing? 
I got so used to being in pain, I fell in love with...

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