Long Grocers Poems

I cannot let this obsession with Coronavirus (COVID19) go
It is apparent, from the number of deaths projected, to be in the hundreds of thousands, that many Americans still are not heeding the warnings. I hope...

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The Battle Hymn of the Republic was the rallying song for the United States of America during the Civil War. It was written and published the first time in February 1862; shortly after the war...

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In the Far Off Land of China
(To the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic)
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By Franklin Price
03/28/2020

In the Far off land of China many thousand miles away
The Coronavirus came to its first human...

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Saddle your horse and get ready for the ride; this will be your final day before you take off to the sky, the weather is too dry over here and we have nothing more to...

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Eliza: You''ve lost a child?

Martha: Yes. I met Harry when I was sixteen. We were so in love. He used to take me to the races at the weekend, and I''d wear a big hat...

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I found it in a small community grocery store.                          ...

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LOVE IN POST WORLD WAR 11
3rd and final episode of trilogy

My Grandfather was incredibly anglicised
Studied in London and qualified as an optician
My mother learnt English at school,
She was my Grandfather’s jewel!
He arranged a huge party...

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It’s hard these days for a crook.
Go anywhere around and take a look.
Ain’t no shops to rob of jewelry.
They all closed up and got security.
Not even restaurants for him to rob,
and at the grocers’ Lordy...

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The Hyperactive Stranger At Bristle Grocers WHERE'S THE BEEF - A Narrative Poem


One day at a grocery shop,
I met a man selling meats,
For the money, he wanted to swap,
But I wanted some wheat.

"Got any wheats?"...

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I am your average Joe
In that I am unspectacularly unique.
Women are not turning their heads
To ogle my physique,
Nor are mothers hiding their babies’ eyes,
Fearful of my face they’ll catch a peek.

My accomplishments are many,
Though none...

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All of a sudden, the town sort of changed,
As though the years had heaped all their dust in one go,
Reshaping the atmosphere and structure,
Erecting a darker, more feral architecture.

I sat on a bench in the...

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Cicada Dreaming was told to Roland Robinson in 1965 by Julia Charles of the Yoocum Yoocum clans from the area around Wollumbin in the headwaters of the Tweed River, Northern NSW and is used with...

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Pondering how mockingly stupid the word 'cakery' is ~ I've just realised that 'bakery' is also a basic description. I'll trouble myself a while wondering if I've ever asked what either of them sell... I...

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We moved up North and settled down.
We moved to Egremont, a crying out town.
Crying out for money to be invested, alas!
Not too many people were interested. Alas.

The people are good, wholesome and true,
A community of...

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Did I learn a worthy trade?  Study war as a warrior? 
Was I a helper, a first responder,
nurse, nanny, priest, pumpkin farmer,
a horny handed laborer,
did I lecture nitwit’s on the liberal arts or economics?
None...

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A very loyal woman was Miep Jan Gies,
Brave, caring, and really very wise -
She was confident and daring - On her some lives depended
Now, following her story, so many minds have mended.

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Considering the worsening situation...

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Fully dropped partridge. Snowing in circles then? Interesting how a sparrow can use a spade but not a fork. And how amazing is it to whirl around and around in a barrel of sharks. Yes....

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I take the easy way out
Life's a luggage with knotted cords
And walking around with it is hard
I take the easy way out
From beckoning sorrows deferred
Pass lazy neon lights where others erred
I take the easy way...

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One time above a little shop,
An old greengrocer climbed on top,
Despite himself he could not stop,
The world had changed forever.

The fruit of that old grocers loins,
Became obsessed with notes and coins,
She knew the club she...

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glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish.  Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls.  Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy.  Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling...

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Innocents tremble in terrible terror
Witnessing mankind’s deluge of errors.
Violence grows as a sure hate spreader,
Intent on humanities' ultimate sever.

A deluge of plastic politicians with greedy minds
Focus on leaving justice long lost and behind.
Modern media’s constant...

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At the grocers the other day
while looking at the meat display.
a voice that was so low
from where I really don`t know.
am I crazy  I`ve no clue
I slowly turned back looked around.
A tiny person I...

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I often wonder slightly,
     as I close the fridge door nightly,
is there more to know about produce,
     so innocent next to juice?
Does the mayo fight the milk...

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A PROSPECTIVE.

  A POSTAL EMPLOYEE  IS LICKED.
 
    A GROCERS  IS FRESH.

      A FIRE FIGHTER IS PUT OUT.

      ...

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The hovering heavy clouds of a Monday,
Where behind tight windows 
Those who once were a part of God’s world
Wander hidden away from others.
Where once more they wash and rewash and clean,
And fear the presence of...

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