Long Guavas Poems

I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road...

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Mom of 13 siblings was the last to pass. Behind a hung draped sheet that parted the bedroom she was in, from the living room, she saw Grandpa prepare wooden crates used to pack mangoes,...

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Entertainment in My Youth
By Franklin Price
revised and reformatted  to poetic prose
(an experiment for me)
5/28/2017

Entertainment came quite easy, I could do it for myself. The public library had lots of books, they stored them on...

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The Florida of My Youth – Work
By Franklin Price
10/11/2019

Was not born with silver spoon, that dangled  from my lips
Had enough to eat and drink, but not for extra sips
Could not get a real job,...

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That day was forever.
It was finally time,
For us to move out.
We found old card-boards
From our neighborhood
Chose the best ,
Carefully laid our stuff .

Our old home stood ,
At the center of the town,
Where we grew up;
With...

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Once had been to distant relatives place.
Captured a glimpse of scenery -a roomy astounding garden located in their backyard.
It was a biggish "wow" for us.
The whole day we played forgetting our mum and dad.
As I...

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My owners call me horse
You'd think I was barnyard watch dog
Fancy that. My spot beneath a shaded guava tree
Face rustic oversize shack with wide veranda
Where they rock. They watch me feed
Where green grass grow, where...

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Mango season, for us, is a celebration,
Our eyes are on enthusiastic elation;
In sunlight, they shine in golden green,
We children gather to witness the scene;
Though we have our mangroves, 
Neighbor’s is tastier; reason none knows;
As throwing...

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Life is too short

I take look at my life
I could see the green pastures
Which are like garden of Eden
They are full of fruit
colorful fruit
I could see the oranges
mangoes and guavas
I could even smell
the sweet taste...

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I take look at my life
I could see the green pastures
Which are like garden of Eden
They are full of fruit
colorful fruit
I could see the oranges
mangoes and guavas
I could even smell
the sweet taste of aroma from...

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It's late, lo. I knew that the water I saw was mirage.
This is a world where, often, facts and fancies camouflage
Depths that seem unfathomable are shallow when measured.
Within wombs of tombs that seem empty, riches...

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I pity it’s becoming a very rare sight
Colourful birds in peaceful flight
Why then Nature must bear the brunt
While spoilers claim to be innocent

How are the lovely trees hurting?
And flowering ones are harming?
Destruction is done beyond...

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Now Ms Dietrich, 
I have to give a response,
To your poem on behalf of fruit lovers, thus;
Of fruits we will disagree
I love then for breakfast, even for tea.
I love my apples, peaches and pear
Watermelons, coconuts,...

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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"

Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842



Our journeys in Life are memorable 
by sweet memories that we dearly hold
of childhood days that are adorable

those Life incidents when recalled and...

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Many a fruit I have tasted,
And wasted,
Many a fruit I have flirted with,
And soon broken up with.
Many a fruit I have refused a dance,
And never given a second glance.
Many a fruit has scent that still...

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Adam Actually Aced An Awesome Adventure
Bradley Boldly Baked Bad Beef
Christopher Canned Cut Cold Cuts
David Dunked Darla Dimple
Evan Ecstatically Escaped Every Eagle
Franklin Flipped Fat Franks
Gary Gerrickson Gave Gary Ginton Good Gooey Guavas
Harriet Had Hot Ham
Impish Idiot...

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Juggling whether your that girl I can be stupid around & call you a true friend or if your that girl in my fantasy that is the perfect girlfriend,      ...

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Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots, 
A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree;
Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits,
Like angelic souls, they seem in physique and psyche free...!

What a strong...

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the city is ugly dark filthy
how can I get my father?
he is lost my mom says
she gave me birth at 14
I am hungry cold, pie helps
water is filthy too
mom says I want to die
if god...

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I vividly recall those days
When childhood ruled my world
Going over to friend’s houses
Climbing on trees; hidden in leaves
Sneaking ripe guavas in our pockets
And then running away; laughing
As the old man comes with a stick
I still...

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Summer dances in the hills
dressed in colors of the fields
golden braids sunlit skin
velvet gown aquamarine
veil of flowers lilac pink
saffron diamonds ruby ring 
on her hair a crown of green
with cerulean sparkling beads
chartreuse shoes, coral lips...

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In August school holidays rain or sun
Cattley guavas are ready in upland
We trek and pick until we are full
But one who doesn’t may be a fool
Red or yellow both are very tasty
We eat them raw...

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I miss home,
Home where am cordially welcome,
I miss the best treats,
Treats like that of a king,
Ooh Mama,am coming home soon.

The roasted giraffe meat,
The boiled duck eggs to eat,
I yearn for the cassava,
I miss the finest...

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nature thrives on bestrewn oddness.
earth is tame in its fresh safeness.
the same for the rest of the world.  
yellow, black, and white are all furled.

The geese there on guavas feed.
Cows may swallow the grass...

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Desire and lust
Spread everywhere
As if sand of a desert.

Climbing up a slippery tree
A naughty boy lucks green guavas.

Standing before a mirror
An impotent colors his white hair
To feel false taste of fugitive youth.

With anxiety, the hungry...

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