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*BUTTERFLY KISS*
I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky
Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!
My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall
Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share
Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To them butterfly kisses that felt so real
Flowing like Amazing Grace,
A shining light upon my face.
I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms
Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon
Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss
Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!
Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity
I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time
With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined
I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.
Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land
Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!
Dedicated to *My Babe*
Have You Ever Met a Bigot?
By Franklin Price
7/7/2016
Have you ever met a bigot?
Whose views are hard and fast
Not hard to recognize them
I know you've met them in the past
Seen them on the TV
Many times they are the news
Washington is full of them
Theirs are the one and only views
Deafened by their voices
Blinded by their sight
No conflict in their thinking
They are the only one who's right
You'll find them in the parties
Republican and Democrat
They run in herds together
They're the meow of the cat
There's no cooperation
No negotiating themes
You might see them work together
But it's only in your dreams
Cannot listen to another
May find there's something good they say
May find the bigotry they live by
Is not the only way
It's a shame they can't stop talking
Close their mouths and open ears
Hear what others have to say
To alleviate the people's fears
Swift arrows chased Chief Barefoot
But none fast enough to penetrate his skin
His paint pony Four leg was mighty
Carrying Chief Barefoot faster than the wind
The other tribe could not compete
As Chief Barefoot flew effortlessly
Across mountains and dunes
A mystical light enveloped he and his steed
A giant protective bubble
Arrows bounced off in all directions
As if angels of mercy rode with him
The heat of the desert
Could not drain their energy
No peril could befall him
As darkness neared the
Footsteps and hooves
Behind him had faded
And he knew now he and
His faithful steed
Could rest under the moon
Without fear of injury
Or death
Our Best Intent
Crucibles
of power
Melting
right from wrong
Cathedrals
of our best intent
Benediction’s
— song
********
Unto The Word
Testify
when all else fails
Testify
stay on the rails
Testify
from deep desire
Testify
your heart on fire
Testify
when hope seems gone
Testify
your voice belongs
Testify
the children wait
Testify
the moment late
Testify
the verse resounds
Testify
the pledge profound
Testify
temptation burns
Testify
on what you’ve learned
Testify
unto the Word
Testify
— His blessing heard
********
Exposed
If you’re a
cult figure
take off
your mask
Let the crowd
see you
the hard
and the fast
There
lies transcendence
only there
will they see
The truth
you’ve been hiding
exposed
— and set free
********
Lack Of Delivery
You say
the right things
Never doing
what’s right
Your words
and your actions
Divorced
woebegone
Intention
an orphan
If born
out of wedlock
The lack
of delivery
when stillborn
— is gone
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
This place is tucked out of the way,
across river from the city,
most folks don’t even know it’s here,
and I suppose that’s a pity.
Maybe the truck-stop that it serves
is what drives some people away,
but their hash-browns are masterworks,
so I come here most Saturdays.
Attached nearby is a small lounge
with massage chairs and a big screen,
and nearby showers you pay for,
an odd spot, but they must stay clean.
Nearby is a convenience store,
it’s several times larger than most,
snacks, westerns, and toiletries are
a few of the things that it boasts.
But the diner is why I come,
can’t drive a truck to save my hide,
I find it a relaxing place,
no hint of pretension inside.
A third of the clientele are
just hungry locals like me,
the others are the long-haul guys,
slumping wearily in their seats.
They’re literally the lifeblood
of a nation awash in goods,
yet so many look down on them,
I don’t understand why they would.
The elites who like their gadgets
seem to think them a lower class,
tet were there not men out driving
they’d run out of gadgets real fast.
I even heard a professor
use them as a cautionary tale,
but those guys have traveled further
than any professor who rails.
Once my very own uncle said
that they’re working class, and thus poor,
but some pull down sixty thousand,
my uncle can’t make that, I’m sure.
I was born to that ‘elite’ class,
the son of bureaucrats, lawyers,
raised to believe that a man should
go make a living by his words.
And yet I feel comfortable here,
I guess they’d say I’ve fallen far,
but we could live without lawyers,
without these men here, we would starve.
Some call suck folk ‘deplorables,’
but why is it a hated thing
to do the jobs someone must do
if people are to keep existing?
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Why do they stay there?
Like a statue on show.
Some can be small
Some can be big.
Masterful weavers,
Hunters and creepers.
Some will move slowly
Some will move fast.
Eight legged creatures
With peculiar features.
They will all scurry
When in a hurry.
I'm always wary
Coz spiders are scary.
Invading my space
With beds of white lace.
High nervous tension
Preparing eviction.
Eight beady eyes staring
It's eight legs preparing.
We're flight or fight ready
My legs are like jelly.
They give me a fright
And some will bite.
Love them I don't
But harm them I won't.
Written 31.08.22
How fast time has fled in limitless wingspan
How months and years have merged into eons
Bringing such changes, so awesome and spectacular
I have come swinging open the iron gates
Of the Netherworld where I have been asleep
For over the last four centuries from now
From my prolonged slumber, I am just awake
With my memory intact as in the days
I walked the London streets on my way to Globe theatre
And roamed through the streets of Stratford on Avon
Here, I stand stunned like a Rip wan winkle
Wistfully staring at a world so strange
Wondering how in place of shacks, skyscrapers stand!
How the serene villages into bustling habitats made!
How the frilled frocks into jeans and shirts changed!
Seeing the changes that have come over now
I can only remain perplexed and “tongue tied”,
An expression I used long time back, but still in vogue
Happy I am to revisit the literate of the world
Especially members of my own clan;
My friends of Poetry Soup who wield their pen
To see words are latticed like filmy cobwebs
In diverse poetic forms, on themes and subjects varied
And in rhyming sonnets, my favorite poetic form
Though I stand in a remote and distant tract of time
So happy you still remember me and hail me as an immortal bard
And you name the young lovers- 'Romeo and Juliet'
And write on their amorous romance in honeyed rhyme
You call selfish and cunning people as ‘Iago’
And exclaim on being betrayed- “You too Brutus”
When you are confronted with problems insurmountable
Like Hamlet, you ask the million-dollar question-
“To be or not to be”
My friends, this is my parting words to you
You may live by fame as I do
Through verse, your name you eternalize!
When dead and in solitary vaults you lie
May your verses ring clear in umpteen hearts
And produce echoes that time cannot stifle.
Jan. 13.2023
~Placed First~
Shakespeare in 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
An Amazing Son
I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I enjoy spending time with ya.
All my belongings will be yours one day.
You will carry out my last name.
I miss you when we're not together.
When I’m gone, I will still be with you forever.
You're growing up too fast.
Together we have a blast.
You're always eating all my food.
Never run out of nachos.
You're an amazing kid.
One day you will be a grown man.
I’m always here when you need me.
Wecould hang out and watch T.V.
You have a great imagination.
You are my son.
One day, you can read all of my writings.
Wecan go out for some chicken wings.
You always make me laugh.
All the girls will be chasing after ya.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
You can be whoever you want to be.
Saunters along, nonchalance
Dimpled craggy chin, cracks a wrinkled grin
eye slits that see beneath, within
casino cards, in his jacket coat
his past, a lot said and wrote
whiskey drinks, smoke filled rooms
pallid, dubious men, the mark, fate looms
poker face that smile beguiles
“Frank the Devils Croupier”
deft hands, cards flew across the table
they all did fall, to card magic
his taipan strikes, fast and slick
was coined get “Dizzy” legendary
Texas Holdems sudden death
High rollers, anxieties shallow breaths
Turn card, tails flick, fat cats wile then wait
fish and whales swim through the losers gate
So the millionaires did agree
to pay Frank royally
retirement from the game
So if your up for a yarn do stop
At “Get Dizzy I’m All In” Coffee Shop
drinking taipan coffee shots, he’s that guy
smiles at people walking by
Entered “Bring a Character to Life” Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamourex
Dated 25/08/2019
Placed 3rd with thanks
Sitting at my desk, pen poised to write
I was going nowhere fast all day and all night
When my Muse suggested I check out the Soup
See what was up with my friends in the group
So I turned to the poems of those that I follow
They soon had me a-whoopin' and a-hollerin'
Jan's sweet marriage proposal gave me new hope
That she and I would -- LOL -- soon elope
Sam K's delightful, serendipitous 'Poets at Play'
had me planning a virtual picnic by light of day
Mike Gentile's tender poem had me nearly in tears
while Ilene Bauer's had me smiling ear-to-ear
And so many others deserving of mention
Sandy Adams, David McHattie had my rapt attention --
When I finally finished in a short hour or two
All I could say was, "Poetry Soup Poets, THANK YOU!"