Long Droll 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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This is how it starts
the decline of who we are, the decline of something more
the start of wars
Installed in us is confidence
confidence, a blessing or a curse
Without confidence we stand degraded, disenchanted, alone
while with too...

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If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me.

Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad dog who barks and barks
Geeze, lady, give it a rest
Your...

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"The Pages"

Missing all those years
like a page you could turn, 
a book you could throw casually aside, 
to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries;
at some point you turned around, 
and remembered, what you long...

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Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, 
two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,  James Thomson
his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night
BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS)

(1.)

As That Dawning Hour, In...

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I was a solemn person by nature, so my demeanor was always dignified,
Like the somber moon of nighttide, that sees vaguest dreams magnified.

Oh, I enjoyed having a good time, only I showed it in different...

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The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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***Do me a favor, readers...also, read the second part of this lyric. If you don't, I'll be disappointed...I worked hard on this song. I wrote this all night...took me from 11 PM to 2:30 AM...

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To a Public Prosecutor or a Judge of Mud*, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s : A un magistrat de boue*

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there

The children...

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The night Before Christmas Eve
By Franklin Price       12/23/2014
Twas the night before Christmas Eve and at the North Pole
Elves  packing the sleigh for the merry old soul
The Reindeer are...

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Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

Papa... bless his (your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
viz his avocational crafted poem, since
written words, mine metier
write most pained words

with great difficulty,...

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Remember the story 
of Billy Goats Gruff?
The troll under the bridge,
and all of that stuff?
If you liked that old story
it's all good and well,
but it isn't at all 
the troll tale I will tell.

Now, Trolius...

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Wow, the weather sure is cold,
Days are short, the wind is bold. 

The season isn't a favorite for sure,
Most in the cold, aren't begging for more. 

This testament to the winter, is short and is...

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children...

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Going through some old things that just had to go,
I came upon something that nearly got tossed.
Memories came to me from long ago. . . . 
I thrilled that my treasure was no longer lost.

Toys...

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Good evening, hello sir and how do you do,
          Our special today here is dish number two.
         ...

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Gliding gracefully, “G” came into my life.
Tall, lean, studious, specky guy.
His attitude was just too high!
He would never look eye to eye.
In a few months, we were cutie pies.
He told me, “He likes me, though...

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‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
...

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Hungry for sure
We sat on our seats.
Hungry we were
For 'Cat In The Hat' eats.
Sally and I
And our fish on a date,
Wondering why
Such a long wait,wait,wait.
We were hungry and late
And the wait we did hate.

But after...

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I sat by a moonlit window last night
As sleep did not come- elusive as the Dugong-
My eyes but portal gazing wide into a deep vast sea.

The songbirds were hushed except for the nightjars and owls.
A...

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Golda and Goofus.

or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone.
               ...

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I am trying to relate to the strategy of rhyme,
Using words to titillate from the droll to the sublime.
Do I write "a rime that scintillates" to describe a ghost
Of frost? I consult the information highway...

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Singing soul as to fiddle then the crowd does plead                         ...

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It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry.

We can be quite a jolly bunch
full of rhymes and rhetoric
But time ticks...

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