Long Fireplaces 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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"I Would Be....WOOD"


   "Knock On Me!" or more correct "Knock On WOOD!" You've probably said that and rapped your knuckles against me while saying it! I know you've knocked on me many times...

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The third surgery didn’t work
He tells her there can be another one. 
He lies. Struggles to look in her eyes

She apologizes from a restless state
"I Won’t be here to see them graduate.
I won’t live to...

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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to the mind swing

pushing away feelings
logic surely is the burning
answer to...

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Author’s Note:
'Christmas in July', which is also known as Yulefest or Yuletide in Australia. July is generally the coldest month of winter, so celebrations emulate the atmosphere of the northern hemisphere winter. So that means...

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In the gilded halls of the lush royal palace,
Portraits and busts of illustrious men,
Adorn the gardens and marble fireplaces,
But those of their wisdom no longer reign.

Withered are the founding principles,
Replaced by the capriciously whimsical,
The lofty...

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My trees are being rampaged by man's cruelty;
doesn't he feel empathy when they crumble down,
to be shipped on barns and trains for huge profits?
And while my darlings don't bleed like he does, they suffer by...

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Who could forget what happened on that unsuspecting and sunny day,
when no visible clouds drifted over the Twin Towers?
Little after midnight, the cool rain adds to the melancholy 
of the descending angels; and I join...

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Now Christmas in July seems crazy - I’m sure I hear you say
That has got to be plain silly - but this is the Aussie way
Christmas is in December you insist it’s a well-known fact
But...

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The earth moans the earth and blood is soaked into dirt, the beatitude stands still and the mountain goat is grazing patiently on the hill. The birds are conducting Sunday morning mass and the leaders...

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Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never...

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Wagon John's Campsite
Bald Hill, Okla
By: Tom Wright
9/98
It was a typical Oklahoma August and the temperature had been soaring above 100, for several days.  John was camped about 15 miles from our home and we,...

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The Constable asked me if my elevator went all the way up
how cute, I assured him it did, and knew what I was doing
I assured him that I would be fine, and probably only needed
a...

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The Founding Grandfather

By Elton Camp

Ask “What did Benjamin Franklin do?”
Find that most can recall only one or two.
“Poor Richard’s Almanac he did write,”
Or else, “He’s that guy who flew the kite.”

The facts of history are...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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*Image of Achieve Your Day by Pixabay.

Blessed Moments

As night sleeps gold streaks undisturbedly passive wake
     An accordion of yellow feathers flutters dealt reflectively
        ...

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My Childhood Home


My lovely childhood home, I miss it so...
built Eighteen Eighty-Six, so long ago.

Three floors, all rooms with mantled fireplaces; 
carved woodwork, archways, spindled winding stair;
cathedral ceilings, sparkling chandelier
in dining room enjoyed on holidays.
Third...

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Cold winds come 
bring 
white ice, the moon drifts 
over sleeping lands 
High it rides a singular eye
watching all in the frost tonight  
my feet are cold eternally numb 
the snow is deep familiar...

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Clayton King was a cattle baron
With ranges like far flowin’ seas,
And thousands of Texas longhorns
Roilin’ around like swarms of bees.

He built a huge cedar ranch house
With everything he needed there,
And oversaw his vast empire
Right from...

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Wood's voices are loud, and the wind is weary.
It hurts and hurts as the fall leaves turn dreary.
On the saffron-robed eastern dark tally swarm.
Sheets dropped in a thin line from a massive storm.

November arrives, and...

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It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first.
A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard.
Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window like a cat...

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"Where We Hide And Play"

For some being within the arms of moonlight is true
all would agree no other site will do
such illumination enhances all the wonder
You and I say otherwise

For others a suite draped with...

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Boughs of evergreens grace mantles above fireplaces.
Children await Santa Claus with smiles on their faces.
Beribboned wreaths are hung on many a front door,
but to me the spirit of Christmas means so much more.

The greatest gift...

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And there she stood waiting to be settled
Upon the seas and rocks they peddled  
A vast wonder with the hopes of plenty            ...

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