Long Flounders Poems

Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 

crafted when Wallace and Gromit 
returned from their trip to the moon, 
which I can prov-olone huck curd 
(within Trump con feta ration) – 
as cheesy poem...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 
which I can prov-olone huck curd 
(within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem!

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably
burst asunder at the most inconvenient
opportunities such as...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were the splines and bungholes and rudder pins and
All the Things...

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Light the nation a new fire;
Awake the apathetic’s desire;
Like sheep to Shepherd’s crook;
We need a new course, old Book.

Our founders risked it all;
Starting with Lexington’s one ball;
The leaders penned a declaration;
Planting the seeds of a...

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Cybersurfing netizen flounders...
analogous to a fish out of water

Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy,
I bobbed (while donning square pants)
like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea.

Now as one decrepit
humble lumpenproletariat neopoet,
I experienced existence
with pronounced...

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Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, 
a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog
in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog.
Too dazed by crazy sitcoms that seem...

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Icy seas engulf the setting sun.  Fisherman turn their boats to shore, bellies full, their murderous day is done.  Scores of frightened eyes stare to darkened skies in search of help that will...

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I am the screams from the wind that blows
In the oozing blood from veins of death
I am grief
I am the voice without a sound
Standing on a pedestal without legs
Talking to ghosts
I am loneliness
I am the...

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in the beginning was the word and the sound was Ohm
reverberating Gods will within each lifetron His home
Hirayangarbha split into two magnetic polarities
separation and union manifesting as duality
male-female day-night orbits and tides
both in form and...

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"Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas"

Engagement came at a cost
the written word read 
and worn like a purple robe 
to keep out the cold 
stave the hunger off,
feed the soul eveything,
Everything, is what it wants,
silky words...

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Darkness peeks beneath the shadows
	Melancholic doubt, dread
From silent sensation, built by depression
	Falling down from up on high
Where there is grace, where there is chance

Darkness drives away the intense hope
	Prepares dreams for loss
Erases the innocence from...

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'Dirty Laundry!'

Tell me why hearts compose when all poems are born
in a world full of wastrels (where weakest get slain?)
There are bloodstains besmirching blank sheets we would use
for bleached pulp comes from trees that won't...

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The Sinking of a Titanic Ego!

The oil slicks still present though his ship’s deep-six,
mind’s pollution disaster, scum’s scourge on high seas,
the weird child of George Orwell, George Wallace, “BAD” Shane! (1)
Wonks filled truth full of...

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Catching Pisces

He peddles alchemized wood 
Along the outdoor corridor,
Milk-crate mounting as students skim by, 
Heeding not his lifelong stock.

Sweat leaks from his palette.
He searches their fingers for the shavings 
That lie flat like loose beard...

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shifting into the void
yet in occupation of form
as identityless presence
we cognise that what is
what was and what will be
is aliveness as awareness
immediate and intimate
awareness self aware
eternal and unchanging
as the life essence of self

the self we...

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I came into this beautiful world,
The reason is love.
That selfless love and parent’s Devotion,
The reason is love.
Appease or Persuade, Jealousy and Dispute,
The reason is love.
Love for money, love for honey, name and for fame, love...

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Put forth, in some array, to just regroup
the Senior's left, advantages the soup,
that healing art, asunder, wages loop
sits idly by, while effort leads the coup!

Not merely mass destruction, pieces youth
some beauty, just assumption, wrath's uncouth
the...

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We Have Forgotten
By Franklin Price
11/7/2015

We have forgotten what made this nation
The independence declaration
The revolution of our founders
All of this is now what flounders

The Constitution law of the land
The guiding light on which we stand
Contorted twisted...

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Bhishma Pitamah, warrior fierce and monk exalted
An ascended ascetic, whose life could not be faulted
Granted by Gods, boon of immortality, of death by wish
Yet so deep became his anguish, life he chose to relinquish 
How...

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now just silence found hanging from boughs of my mind,
as a tendril seeks aid? from a thought? from a word?
or a prayer that might help some truth come to light,
dreams that fruit in some way...

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silence! (give me breath!) Revised

these days silence just hangs there, sole fruit of my mind
though my branches drop tendrils, dream thoughts, some new word,
a Saint’s prayer touched might help some truth see daylight,
life sustained in...

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They demean your value and destroy your image,
utter wild cries like creatures in pain,
their expressions change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope,
faces change with each turn of their talk, 
like a wheat-field under a summer...

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Villanelle: Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
No eagle first takes the plunge without daring demon death
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

Make just one...

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One taste, and I'm in purgatory
Neither here nor there, not in Heaven nor Hell,
A cliched, overused allegory,
A taste of poison to make me be well

One taste, and all my thoughts are dead
Resting, peaceful, buried deeply,
Forbidden...

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In a storm the lighthouse beacon 
beckons ship in peril to come closer.
There is no where else to go.
A shining light offers refuge
But fails to deliver, as the light
warns of danger lurking nearby.
Sailors see the...

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