Long French horn Poems

- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons, 
Although I did have cash to spend, 
I felt my...

Read More

I’ve Been So Lucky in Life! (1&2)
(Only Raped 5 Times Metaphorically)

Poem’s Introduction
My poetry has always been about transparency. It’s about letting go of an effort to be liked by others, and allowing others to gravitate...

Read More

You said to me
"I want to be buried here
Under that little citrus tree..."
You smiled, decidedly
I looked at you perplexed
This was after your disdainful speech to me

I imagine queuing in the quiet, mournful strings
As a dim...

Read More

In the dimmed theater, the stage is set
not for a play though, yet a performance 
one of baton, brass, notes, timpani 
the performance I have waited for has come

As the stage lights grow brighter like...

Read More

BASS CLEFT SIGN HOLDER....RATTIA TAT, RATTA TAT TAT!
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE'S AT.

tREBLE CLEFT SIGN HOLDER........rOUX BULL SAY YE. OF LOVE TO SUPPER.
DOES SAY SHE IN LOVE WITH HER LOVER
TO MOON THE HONEYS OF...

Read More

A is for Accordion, squeezing air with bellows
B is for Banjo, five strings plucked by bluegrass fellows

C is for Clavichord, keyboard with a metal sound
D is for the Drums which percussionists will pro-pound

E is for...

Read More

Mrs. Lightfoot had taught music at Talbot Elementary School for years.
A couple of her pupils excelled in music but most became engineers.
She sat at her desk to muse upon the past after another trying day,
Recalling...

Read More

A Harvest of Music

The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience  awaiting the pure joy to come. 
Descending silence alerting the senses. 
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences. 

Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling. 
Explosion...

Read More

Morning dew dripping from my eyelids
doors banging at the center of my heart
as the symphony gets ready to start.
the flute begins with a champion song
while the listless crowd jeers merrily along.
brass, rhythm and base
my lips...

Read More

On my computer 
I
play 
   songs of the late 1970's 
 My seed time 
as it were
  ELP, Yes, and King Crimson 
Perhaps I will pick up a recording by 
 ...

Read More

I sit here at two in the morning
with pencil in hand
for the poem I am penning.
The lights are low 
save the one on my desk.
In the ashtray 
a cigarette is burning.
Gentle spring breezes blow
cool but...

Read More

Lily Valentine
By Franklin Price
5/19/2019

I'm here to tell a timely tale
Of  lovely Lily Valentine
It may be slightly slanted
She's a relationship of mine

She's the daughter of my daughter
She has great talent in her voice
Since her early...

Read More

Each gleaming light shines like a sun
Expanding awesomely in curling fires;
Each cloud forms a grotesque face
A face that knows not its bizarre desires.

We ascend in separate ways toward the sky
To merge the fantasies that form...

Read More

Yvetta entered the forest quietly, barely making a noise.
She saw some pixies and elves getting out mischievous toys.
They noted her harp and wondered what she was about.
One of them made a tiny squeak, to them,...

Read More

.

I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face

~
                         ...

Read More

In Junior High, I decided to try
to play an instrument

I joined the band, French horn in hand
determined to make music

I lugged my horn, ready to mourn
for myself, as I walked home

Although I practiced, my butt,...

Read More

Sweet so sweet just like candy corn.                            ...

Read More

I hear the music play,
the sad base line echoing
the light that shines in your amethyst eyes,
those beautiful eyes.
Such melancholy mirrored
in your sad eyes.

Crying melody,
the viola paints notes
from the inverted rainbow of your upside-down smile,
your sweet...

Read More

Just around the bend is the end of the line
Its there if you look for the neon sign
It's flashing in bright translucent white
Hung like a masterpiece against blackened night
Streaming, gleaming polished stars so bright

Did you...

Read More

The New York Giants 
are playing today
Watching football is exciting
Yes, it is violent 
and people get injured
But the players know what they
are getting into when they decide to play it
They do it for the glory...

Read More

Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love

Kind, calm and caring, words...

Read More

An off-day for the quill: I’m channel surfing
from a carpeted beach beneath beveled
canopy.  My legs haplessly dangle flung
overboard crossing a comfortable
black leather partition provided by Sears.
On CNN there’s a bow legged French horn
wearing white...

Read More

I woke up early on a Christmas morn.
Gladly waiting for Santa before dawn.
Looking through blinds in anxiety I'd torn,
I'd hoped to see him approaching my lawn,
in costumes in previous years he had worn.
But in disguise...

Read More

Fancy the fashion of an orchestra moving in a rhythmic flattering perception
I gather the timpani's of a tantalizing taste 
and I rather persuade a mix of brass
thy trumphant , Piccolo , a tuba or two...

Read More