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Time Has gone By
By Franklin Price
01/14/2025
Time has gone by. I'm up in life.
Three years ago I lost my wife
Cancer, then covid came around
She, way too soon, was Heaven bound
Late in the year of oh one nine
A spot was found beside her spine
Her doctor said, with little doubt
It was a cyst, it must come out
They operated, to remove
It left a scar, an ugly groove
Turned out, was cancer that was there
And would require further care
Scans showed that there were several more
They did declare, she was stage four
Some in the body, some the brain
She must have treatment to remain
Those in the brain, did radiate
To rid them all, was not too late
They chemoed for the ones below
How long she had, they did not know
Week by week, they played the song
Was then that covid came along
To limit all she loved to do
Could not be lost to Covid too
Chemo depletes the ways to cope
Outside infections give less hope
Could not go out with Covid 'round
Must stay inside and homeward bound
Could not tend to well loved plants
Not go outside, to walk or dance
Not concentrate to read a book
Cancer and covid all forsook
Not much, for her, was left in life
Every day was pain and strife
I did the best that I could do
To help her cope, to pull her through
Three years went by, we did our best
Our love, each day, put to the test
It did not falter, did not die
I'll tell you now, the reason why
God had put us both on earth
To be together, show our worth
Til death did part the groom and bride
In health and sickness, side by side
Then came the year of twenty-two
Eighteen days, the month was new
She could no longer fight the fight
She left us early in the night
The three of us were holding tight
When Christ our savior made things right
Took her up to Heaven's door
She does not suffer any more
My daughter and I had a cry
We had, together, watched her die
It was with peace, and with His grace
She looked upon our savior's face
I'm by myself, but not alone
Her spirit's here, though time has grown
And when my final days are done
We'll be together in the sun
The Pink Balloon
A pink balloon abandoned post fest
Now sails upon the summer breeze’s crest
A wayward dot of hue against the azure sky
With freedom unbridled and free to fly
Lighter than light it succumbs to the flow
Above the patchwork fields and green below
And over streets where pointing people see
This dancing sphere of blush with endless glee
While onwards and upwards on alluring route
This rubbery bubble whirls and twirls and flouts
Tantalising and fleeing from an earthly confine
Upon its inflated skin are sunny rays of shine
Its course below now changed to woody land
And in the distance the ocean’s cerulean band
Where lands afar await this rosy wilful ball
But the gas within depletes and it begins to fall
Instead of grand new ventures, it yields to a tree
Amid spiky branches, it’s trapped, no longer free
With final poke by one barbed bough upon the top
Pierces its fragile skin with one resounding pop
From crispy candied apples, sticky sweets,
Derive the base by which my lines accrue;
For when pure-love reduced by coal depletes,
Then train of thought does simmer heavy rue.
As though embittered soup deducted cream:
Increasing one but makes another lack -
My fossil engine still beholden steam;
Thereby, poetic stew remains on track.
But, if I’m chef then who’s the engineer?
Smart poets pluck the vine whose fruit is loose;
As such, sweet compliments, ex-wife austere,
For all my wounds and her divine caboose -
Because, while pain and sadness garnish me,
Her tracks through me conduct my recipe.
1/31/2017
Embers and snowflakes, fire and ice;
Opposites joined in many ways.
Embers from fire, snowflakes from ice;
Both can portend the end of days.
Ozone depletes, sunrays pierce through;
Fires scorch Earth- hot embers sear rifts.
Smog fills the sky- sunrays are blocked.
Ice glazes earth, snowflakes build drifts.
Embers and snowflakes, fire and ice;
Which ending for us will it be?
Humans of Earth, turn a blind eye
Forgetting that we hold the key.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Desire and hatred, fire and ice,
Opposites joined in many ways;
Fire fuels desire, and ice molds hate;
Both can portend the end of days.
Desires for gain, passions go wild
To dictate command of the world.
Ice fills the veins of those who hate.
Explosions of anger unfurled.
Desire and hatred, fire and ice-
Which ending for us will it be?
Humans of Earth, turn a blind eye;
Forgetting that we hold the key.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fire and ice, the end of days-
Embers and snowflakes, desire, hate;
Opposites joined in many ways.
We, end of our world, may create.
I WAS ROME - MING THROUGH TIME.
WHEN I PASSED THROUGH A DOOR.
I WAS PART OF THE CLOUD ,
OBSERVING A WAR.
FREEDOM RIGHTS AND PRIVACY
WERE HANGING BY A THREAD.
LEGAL PROPAGANDA
BEING DRILLED INTO FOLKS HEADS.
PRIVACY IS A FRAGILE WORD.
ESPECIALLY WHEN I KNOW ,
EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAID ,
THOUGHT , HEARD OR TOLD.
GOTTA LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SAY,
THERE IS NOTHING I NEED TO HIDE.
THAT'S UNTILL I EXPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU SIMPLY CAN NOT DENY.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
GOES BEYOND THE SCOPE.
MANIPULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
HAS THE SAME EFFECT AS DOPE.
IF YOUR SUGGESTION CREATES IDEALS
THAT BENEFIT THE CORPORATION,
YOUR SURELY GOING TO GO ALONG
WITH NO NEED FOR EXPLANATION.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
INCLUDES THE FOODS YOU EAT.
IF BIG AGRA SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR YOU
TO JUSTIFY , YOU REPEAT.
OWNING WHAT YOU NEED TO GROW.
CORPORATIONS PATENT , AND SELL TO YOU.
GOVERNMENT , BLINDLY , GOES ALONG
AND THE POPULOUS , HAS NO CLUE.
KNOWING THINGS THAT FRIGHTEN YOU
LIKE HATRED , WARS AND CRIMES.
GOVERNMENT HAS TO PLAY ALONG
IN THE FORNICATION GAME OF MINDS.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY
INCLUDES SETTING PEOPLE UP.
IF ORGANIZED CRISIS ARE EXPOSED
THE COMPROMISED COVERUP.
ANOTHER WAY OF INVADING PRIVACY
IS STEALING PEOPLE'S TIME.
THE COMPLICIT AND COMPROMISED
CREATE CHAOS OF YOUR MIND.
MEANING THIS AND SAYING THAT
CLAIMING WRONG IS RIGHT.
WHEN CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED
DEPLETES YOUR TIME TO FIGHT.
WHEN WEAK. , TIRED AND GIVING IN.
METAPHORICALLY , THE SHIP IS SINKING.
YOU WILL RELINQUISH "ALL" PRIVACY
DRINK WHAT THE REST ARE DRINKING
ONCE DEPENDANT ON CORPORATION
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN HIDE.
CORPORATIONS NO LONGER NEED YOU,
YOU BECOME RAWHIDE.
IT STARTS OUT WITH YOUR PRIVACY
WITHOUT NOTICE , YOU LOSE YOUR RIGHTS
THAT'LL BE THE END , OF SOVEREIGNTY
AS HUMANITY, GIVES UP ON THE FIGHT.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IMPLANTS
FOR SURE , THERE'S NO WAY OUT.
DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
THEY'LL OWN YOU , WITHOUT A DOUBT.
YOU'RE PRESENTLY IN A LIFETIME ,
GUIDED BY SOCIOPATHS.
IF YOU DARE , DISAGREE WITH THEM
YOUR DISCARDED JUST LIKE TRASH.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE , DELETES
AND SENSORS , VITAL INFORMATION.
IN OTHER WORDS , THE PSYCHOPATHS
CONTROL YOUR DESTINATION.
Michael E. Harris
01192023
A thousand drops approach the fold.
Their mission, moisten, grains all whole.
To be lost when kneaded, tossed, or rolled.
Or mixed within the mixing bowl
For a lonesome drop, all hope depletes.
For surely will never be found.
This drop that missed its mark complete,
and splashed upon the ground.
To evaporate by afternoon
For the summer's call is warm
Sent drifting toward a midday moon
Soon to be one with the storm
It sees no point in constant whining
over what may lie below
For in clouds it's found a silver lining
and is proud to be H2O
On a journey of falling, then drifting away
Spanning the world entire
A distant thought, that fateful day
When measured and destined for fire
As summer rain, or autumn sleet
A drift of arctic snow
The ups and the downs do tend to repeat
But It's better than being the dough!
When gazing Beta Persei,
a star with many ghoulish names,
be wary of a winking eye
with fluctuating flames,
evincing evil aims.
Ancient mariners would watch with dread
and chant their prayers out loud,
when that “Eye in Medusa’s Severed Head”
was held by Perseus, proud,
high o’er the heathen crowd.
Sailors' hairs would stand and straighten
when that shady eye would shimmer.
The Hebrews shouted “Rosh ha Satan!”
when “The Head of Satan” grew grimmer
as "The Demon's Eye" got dimmer.
Dubbed “Ras al Ghul” in Arabic,
or “Algol” in the West,
“The Ghoul's Eye” plays a demon's trick,
resulting in unrest,
and much astro-interest:
Riding high in Autumn skies,
guiding galleon ships,
then fading before fearful eyes
by mean of an eclipse
of stars in an ellipse.
Then three days hence this trick repeats
with pre-ordained precision --
dark demon light again depletes
when it winks with wild derision,
which begs a bad decision.
Oh Ras al-Ghul! Oh Ras al Ghul!
So near and yet so far --
do not take me for a fool
that fears "The Demon Star,"
“The Devil’s Demon Star.”
Yet many who think it mirth, or myth,
will double down with doubts,
when that wily eye would wink forthwith
they’ll watch their whereabouts.
Better watch your whereabouts!
For those Gorgon snakes give you the shakes,
and chill you to the bone.
And one wrong look is all it takes
to turn you into stone,
eternally alone.
Submitted June 27, 2020
Melancholy Michael is my friend.
He comes to town and blue always begins.
We play our flutes to uplift his bad mood,
But he relishes his sadness solitude.
Melancholy Michael, so depressed.
Hangs his head down lower than the rest.
So gloomy and sad, he’s miserable too.
We sing and dance, to chase away his blue.
Melancholy Michael, perpetually joyless,
And somber as an angry crocodile,
I try to teach him happy pastimes,
But not once have seen a real smile.
Melancholy Michael is coming to town.
His energy depletes me, pulls me down.
Melancholy Michael is my friend,
But to save myself, this
from the conch
whispers come
dissect
distract
blow upon
scintilla branch to intrinsic thought
weighed down
consumed
overwrought
mattering - so magnified
that I can't turn away my eyes
reach for able hand to soothe
what dread could deed undo, disprove
kisses stolen
by long lost words
explored lactic fallacies
become absurd
til endings are not the body expired
but exposure of every cell and every wire
cathartic grip held in awe
control depletes as hem and haw
til sadly swings
and bridges to shame
call time
I must
on the lugubrious game
You went to war against America
the cost is just to great
your children lying dying
there's death upon your streets
Your death invade's America
it also doesn't win
their children lying dying
the world doesn't need
two wrongs do not create a right
two wrongs make life no better
instead it's death and dying
no one is better off
Children weep for mothers
fathers cry for sons
the people that have hurt you
they never really pay
Instead it's left for others
that never hurt your heart
the man that ordered death my friend
is not the one that pays
instead it's some ones mother
you put into the grave
the cost of firing missile's
time and time again
in truth depletes your budget
destroying your good name
your children and their parents
can't get a bloody job
you have destroyed the company's
you have destroyed the cogs
the money making systems
you need to feed the dog
the water, phones and tv's
all suffer from your bombs
instead you should be working
creating peace and love
instead of wasting money
on all the things above
perhaps the weapon company
is making millions now
I'd prefer that we made nappy's
and happy little sprog's
the worlds losing customers
cause they don't have a job.