Long Jacksonville Poems
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Johnny Cash gives it away for free,
John K says he would like to be Prez.
Richard Nixon will run against him,
so the republican party says.
Lamar Cox gets 44th KO,
‘The Stilt’ scores 58 in one game.
In high school Heater’s 135,
gives him claim to some basketball fame.
Presley says goodbye to the Army,
and is back on the recording scene.
X-15 sets a new record height,
‘Sit-in’ becomes protesting’s new thing.
Queen ‘Liz says they’re the ‘House of Windsor,’
“Unsinkable Moly Brown” goes down.
The first Playboy Club hits Chicago,
Ebbit Field is knocked down to the ground.
A 9.6 quake in Morocco,
takes more than 15000 poor souls.
Another sends Hawaii a wave,
kills over 17000 more.
Cardinals move to Saint Louie,
Chicago White Sox wear their new threads.
Oversized mitt designed for catchers,
will keep their hands from turning all red.
USSR says they’ll stop testing,
Krushchev bangs on the desk with his shoe.
Lasers will light up the science world,
France now has an Atomic bomb too.
Satellites can now track the weather,
the court says ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ okay.
Civil Rights bill passes the senate,
new birth control pills are here to stay.
‘We shall overcome’ is new anthem,
but not at the riots in Jacksonville.
MLK gets jailed in Atlanta,
while preaching for equality still.
Senate investigates “Payola,
Alan Freed’s one of the 9 accused.
Meanwhile over in Comensky Park,
their new exploding scoreboard debuts.
Americans pay high earnings tax,
John K and Nixon go for the throat.
They debate 4 times on our TV,
before Kennedy gets the most votes.
Say hello to Aretha Franklin,
Chubby Checker has us in a twist.
Huckleberry Hound wins an Emmy,
Cassius Clay is the best with his fists.
A jet hits 2000 MPH,
California cops say UFO.
The atomic reactor is born,
Flintstone’s is the next hit cartoon show.
Lee, Richard and Maurice Petty go,
against each other in the same race.
Richard beats his brother and daddy,
which gives racing world a new face.
Paul and Best kicked out of Germany,
we are not really sure what they did.
Clarabelle speaks in her final show,
simply voices the words, “Goodbye Kids”.
The world’s moving faster and higher,
technology seems to have no cap.
Back in Wakenda, at 3 years old,
I’m still taking an afternoon nap.
How we love our Global Positioning System for getting us to a place…and back
but what are we to do…when our GPS attacks?
First of all let me come clean…I admit with my GPS…sometimes I like to play
I’ll miss a turn on purpose…just to see what she will say.
After all it is my Global Positioning System…I am the consumer
Only I didn’t know my GPS didn’t have sense of humor.
The first indication I had that of humor she was bereft
was when in the middle of a bridge one day she advised me to ‘Turn Left’
But that was a few years ago…many times since then…together we have driven
However on our latest trip to the mountains I found I have yet to be forgiven.
I programmed in our route…and things seemed to be going smooth…until…
before we knew it instead of heading north we were heading east to Jacksonville.
I imagine before this happened she probably thought I persecuted her
When….for a fraction of a second…as a joke…I may have muted her.
The next thing I knew we had crossed the state in the completely wrong direction
So I apologized, reprogrammed her and waited for her correction.
And she did correct, at least I think she did…we seemed headed the right way
but some of the roads seemed desolate…one was even made of clay….
I finally had to turn her off…but speaking as the consumer…
I now believe my GPS has a mischievous sense of humor
Because it took us 12 hours to finally arrive at our hotel
on this madcap trip she’d been choreographing
and even though she was turned off…
I swear I could heard her laughing.
We were blessed to visit with our grandchildren
and had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day
We ate, we laughed, we played a game
before they went on their way.
Two of our grandchildren are at the University of Florida
Three if you count Damiens girlfriend Trista (and we do)
and we make a point to visit them in Gainesville
whenever we’re passing through.
Yesterday we were on our way to Jacksonville
to camp at Amelia Island State Park
We were not in a big hurry
but we wanted to arrive there before dark.
The road took us through Gainesville
and it doesn’t take a whiz
tTo know that Gainesville, Florida
Is where the University of Florida is.
A perfect chance to see our grandchildren
And here again it doesn’t take a whiz
To know that Gainesville, Florida
is also where a Bojangles is.
We had a difficult decision
I’m sure you would agree
Stop and see our grandchildren
Or have a biscuit and sweet tea.
Stop and say hi to our grandchildren
(at their various stages of growth)
Or stop and enjoy some Bojangles
We didn’t have time for both…
And since we love our grandchildren
who are kind and compassionate…and grand…
We made that difficult decision….
and we’re sure they’ll understand.
Irma Pulled a Fast One
By Franklin Price
9/11/2017 – 6:07AM
Irma pulled a fast one
Just before I closed my eyes
Took a right turn to the East
To sooner see the sun arise
Was supposed to go to Tampa
Get a cigar there to chew
Now she's wrecking Jacksonville
Her new direction's nothing new
Was not supposed to go there
Was to head for Alabam
Once again surprised predictors
Jacksonville now gets the slam
Passed Daytona Beach's race track
A responders' prepping pad
On the way out of the state
Had to see just what they had
Her blurry eye was very close
Winds blew and rains came down
She made their jobs more daunting
As she headed out of town
In Jacksonville a record surge.
In the Saint John's river way
Irma was not done with us
That's her record for today
Has affected all of Florida
Six million without power
Trees knocking down transmission lines
A new record every hour
She's still exceeding records
Wind speed. over time was set
It was a new world record
One of many she would get
She is still not through with us
On this day the towers fell
She, as nature's terrorist
Still makes our lives a living hell
I Thought Irma Was Over
By Franklin Price
9/11/2017 – 5:26 PM
I thought Irma was over
When she turned right at the coast
To cross the width of Florida
With an eye I thought was toast
She made it although wounded
Winds out four hundred miles
She kicked the ass of Jacksonville
And took away their smiles
She left and headed northward
Pounding Georgia's coast and Isles
The Okefenokee swamp
Had hunkered down it's crocodiles
She then kept on to Charleston
Water surged in streets and ways
I'll not think she's gone again
Looks like thinking never pays
It would not surprise me
If she headed out to sea
And got her wits about her
And came back after me
I'd hunker down in Asheville
A very sheltered blue ridge town
I'm sure the mountains would not stop her
She'd scream right in and blow them down
I'm hoping she won't read this
And decide to come my way
I would much appreciate it
If she went to sea today
Headed to where the water's cold
To take away her fuel
Looks like that's the only way
She will die and end this duel
Baltimore cashmere fiskars tee-off
Building lines center points Centerville La Prada orange
Normal sesmatics North Carolina persuasions evident in my speech Forward Ultra Plus
Leaning torwards concrete discovers more
Interior Atlantic Cambridge clandestine
Bermuda temper-pedic Sealey SEALS ?? Evergreen
Miranda rights the west and the sand it’s etched in
The ta ta the Tatonik plates collide and intercept
As Life speaks only the devil intercedes
Revelon Remington' Winchester' Springfield
Browning Ruger Stealth
Alexi Morning Glory Lex Luger says
“Look at these traps set for my feet”
Lackland Jacksonville Fort Beautiful Baby sister says
“Zero-temperatures, Seal friend, catch my drift”
Little tree little bear Honey Brown touchdown
Land the metal I’m in the end zone now
Dangerfield Dangerzone Red-light special at the k-mart
Alburqurque Highway-6 city of the Purple Hearts
I-hop Utah sex drugs fast forward money stacked up
Anything you ask for
A story probably most of you already know.
This took place on a football team not too long ago.
The owner and all the coaches together agreed,
that a star receiver was their immediate need.
The best all-pro pass catcher played for another team.
To have him render his services here was their dream.
Just picturing him wearing their uniform was nice,
as the team knew his presence would come at a high price.
There was competition from others to snare this guy,
but the offer from this owner turned out the most high.
Everyone on the team knew this man was a winner.
Their contract he signed while being treated to dinner.
All greeted him when he appeared at the training camp.
As he went through the drills, they felt the team was a champ.
Throughout the season, he coupled with the quarterback,
Together, they composed a high-scoring pass attack.
Best winning record in the Conference they achieved,
To go all the way was what many fans had believed.
When the team played in the Super Bowl in Jacksonville,
that great big coveted trophy eluded them still.
This receiver stayed out of camp before next season.
His thought that he was worth more money was his reason.
The owner said “You signed a contract to play with us,
so report to the training place and end all this fuss!”.
So his demands for higher pay were then retracted.
Soon, the team became annoyed with the way he acted.
The coach said “We’re suspending you without any pay.
Clean out your locker; I‘ve had enough of you today!”
The fact that this man has played his last game for the team
is quite apparent now, and a big shame it would seem.
There are some other teams with a wide receiver need.
If he gets a new chance, then this advice he should heed:
Please control yourself, and keep your mouth in a pucker;
should you get the urge to call the coach a ____________.
(I’m letting the readers fill in the blank.)
Verse 1
Yo, it’s Jacksonville, where shadows linger long,
The streets whisper tales, but we gotta stay strong,
From 103rd where the echoes of pain,
A fatal shot fired, left families in chains.
Once the crime peaked, like a wave at the beach,
But hope washed up, yeah, it’s within reach.
Homicides fell, yeah, we fought and we bled,
But violence creepin’ back, heavy thoughts in our heads.
Fast food fronts, where the masked faces lurk,
Caught in the hustle, feel the pressure, it’s work,
Armed robberies striking, they’re takin’ our dreams,
While the city stays silent, plagued by sirens and screams.
A woman caught in crossfire, what’s the plan?
We gotta rise up, unite, it’s a call to the land.
Jacksonville’s a canvas, painted in gray,
But in the heart of the struggle, we find a way.
Chorus
In these streets where we hustle, where the struggle is real,
We’re dreamin’ of a change, yeah, we’re searchin’ for heal.
From the blocks to the beaches, we’ll rise from the ground,
Jacksonville’s resilience is the strength we’ve found.
Verse 2
The Avenues mall, it’s a spot where they caught,
A shootin’ that rattled, left the city distraught.
But we breathe life in the face of the fight,
Combatin’ the darkness, ignitin’ the light.
From Moncrief to Beach, we’re takin’ a stand,
Gather ‘round the youth, let’s uplift our own hands.
Targeted violence? Nah, we aiming for peace,
In a world full of chaos, we yearn for release.
We navigate these streets with our eyes to the sky,
Mapping out a vision, no more askin’ why.
The cycle’s gotta break, we’re the change that we seek,
In the land of the bold, where the strong never weak.
Through the stories of pain, we’ll weep and we’ll hope,
In the ink of our struggle, learnin’ how to cope.
So let’s build up our city, brick by brick,
In Jacksonville, Florida, we’re stronger, that’s it.
Chorus
In these streets where we hustle, where the struggle is real,
We’re dreamin’ of a change, yeah, we’re searchin’ for heal.
From the blocks to the beaches, we’ll rise from the ground,
Jacksonville’s resilience is the strength we’ve found.
Outro
Yeah, this is a call for our people to stand,
Through the trials we face, united hand in hand.
Jacksonville, rise up, let the world know our name,
In the heart of the struggle, we’ll ignite the flame.
Ready or not here he comes
Best you batten down the hatches
Unless you were one of the smart ones to run
Like a Coon Hound in July chasing rabbits
Alright, alright, alright
As you turn and face the wind
Open the door to a Category 4
And let Matthew come screaming in
Oh me, oh my, oh my, oh me
Is that Grandma in the yard below
Hanging tight with all her might to the clothes line
With her cat Skeeters in tow
This is getting rather exciting
As I see trees by the dozen crack in half
With my Boy scout skills I might need to later build
A sturdy family size raft
But for now we'll all hunker down
Try and stay away from the windows
And all the flying debris that I decided to leave
In the yard scattered between plastic Flamingos
I'm here wondering at this moment
Which of the two could be worse
Being blown away by a hurricane
Or eaten by a gator face first
Still you've got to love Florida
With 20 foot waves crashing to shore
As I step outside to grab that branch floating by
I think I need to start whittling some oars
I live in Jacksonville Florida and thought some humor would be nice before my power goes out and I crawl off into a corner to whimper...
Running the 95 from Jacksonville to Richmond
On a Sunday afternoon in June
The thermometer and the road signs read the same
Sunny and hot, the miles were winding away
When the gas tank and the hour called for a pit stop
Down the ramp we went to Small Town South, USA
The sign said BP and Old Time Diner, half mile away
I fed the car first and then snuck across the two lane
The Old Time Diner was not much to look at
The wife was not enthusiastic about the place
However, the boy and I were hungry
Chicken was fried, pork was smoked, beef was slow cooked
And smothered in gravy, collards were sweet, lima beans,
Corn on the cob, biscuits warm, corn bread, banana pudding
Can you smell it? Can you see it? Can you taste it?
The patrons were plentiful, the waitstaff was old
A sound track of greatest hymns serenaded us
I sang along as I know each one
The boy chastised my singing, but with a smile
It’s a joyous meal, I’ve had better vittles
And certainly, dined in more upscale venues
Never enjoyed a meal more!
For almost an hour I fed my belly and my soul
I was witness to America and her people
This was the America I know and love
The America that is everywhere, and yet
Remains hidden to the ones who would deign not
To stop at The Old Time Diner, Small Town South, USA