Long Hooky Poems

At the age of 13 he experienced the great depression,
and that event helped shape his social conscience.
Even as a child he could clearly see all of the resources were still available,
but people didn't have money,...

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HOOKEY DAY

So you went off to school son and what did you learn?
will it make the world better the next time it turns?
No I didn’t go to school ma, I played hooky today
and I learned...

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As the sun sets
A hot wind like this
Does not belong in downtown Lansing
But here it is
Speed-boating down the Grand River grinning and wearing Ray-Bans

My wife and I
We hold down our pouncing bouncing patio table
At the...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang 
back into the womb
versus being threatened 
courtesy beastie boy gang
beating me to a pulp 
after accurately discerning 
being scared less pang
suddenly imagining myself 
buffered, and buttressed...

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A Poem For The Erudite, it sure will be hot
Take the time out to listen, rubbish it's not
Straight from the life of a perspicacious young man
Try and comprehend it...I sure hope you can
There's a lot...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation 
nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I...

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No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got...

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I couldn't be prouder
than the day you were born
my beautiful little miracle 

your tiny fingers curled over mine
your pretty eyes captured me
and melted me
I loved you then
and every day 
since your 
arrival from heaven

we won't...

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run for fun
run as a rookie
  rookie plays hooky
  rookie seeks fame
fame is a game
fame can hurt 
  hurt like dirt
  hurt your skills
skills and drills
skills to run  
 ...

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When I was a child everyone’s mother on my block corrected me.
Every adult in the neighborhood watched me vigilantly, carefully.
Watching for me to do something wrong,
So they could call my mother.
On the way to school...

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Up the hill to my home,
Amongst white pillars,
Gardens with fountains and
Green, green, green,
Sits my house.
Brown, because the paint chipped,
With front steps missing and
Worn shoes by the door.
Passerby’s  remark at the yellow of our grass,
Shudder...

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I'm a cool calm woman
I get my strength from within
I thrive on others laughter
and begun my search before I was here
I'm a down to earth sista
and I make no place for games
I play hooky with...

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3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison

High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies

Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles

Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included

The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.

Courtesy...

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I walked through Harlem just the other day. The Harlem I knew as a child has totally gone away. I use to play hooky from school and I ran those streets at night. But now...

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War ain’t a kosher thing
The killing of innocent human beings
was never FDA approved
(From Da Almighty)

Ebenezer fiscals’ hands be closed tighty
	to the citizen poor
But they openly solicit those laborers’ loyalty,
before sending them off to war

Dem silver-loving...

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~ for J.M. Barrie ~


I’ll wait …

you know I will -
I’ll wait for you … here …
but not a single instant longer than forever
I’ll ply the puffy sky for the
breath of you
(for that world would...

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You feel alone
And can’t sleep
Another hour passes
Finally your close your eyes 
Dreaming of a place you’ve never been
At first you feel free
Arms swinging at your sides
Like a kid playing hooky from school
Just ahead is a
Worn...

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Two billion people are of the Christmas persuasion,
Two billion people celebrate that most joyous occasion.

If that is true, Santa has to visit 23,148 people every second.
Which really is an awful lot as near as I...

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If I could be a kid again
I’d run headlong, unfettered in the wind, 
or pretend I was Tom Sawyer 
or Huckleberry Finn.

I’d put frogs inside my teachers desk
and tie knots in young girls hair,
if I...

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Negative Politics
By Franklin Price
2/10/2016

Negative politics are more
Since primaries have begun
To say someone is worse than you
Somehow is much more fun

It's not what you've accomplished
How you've gotten where you are
But your opponents' negatives  
That have...

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Lee and I are identical twins. We look, sound, and are dressed identically.
It is 1958 and we are heading back to school from lunch. 
Sing-song Lee thinks it is a normal May day; I realize...

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Standing at the kitchen sink
My wife quips “you are one happy person”

It is right there and then I realized
I have been found out

Time to confess

I am one of “those” “happy people” 
And a morning person...

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Sometimes you need 
We all need 
To step outside ourselves 
And take another look 
Grab a break 
Pretend, dream and otherwise fake 

That you know whats going on 
Which path to take 

Then again 
Its...

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Green of the poison can invade deep
unnerve you and eat innards like creep
it sinks in slow from the injectible
which sinks in sharp like a stab.

Laugh,demur,smile,eyes roll
hand in hand and enthrall
sweet words and ready laugh
on all...

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‘Twas the season to be merry, and playing around,
shirker Fred was in Vegas; from work he had played hooky.
Asleep in his hotel room, he strangely dreamed about
a man that looked like a galloping gingerbread cookie.

Fred...

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