Long Lifters Poems

Beauty shop smells insult my nose.
The bleach, the lifters, the perm solution.
They all smell bad.
I could not work here for two seconds.
A child behind me is playing a video game.
The volume is up, in my...

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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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The chair of our time, not our forefathers’ 
Up are you, with that shifted bottom in the air
Those legs of flippant seem to be permanent;
With the open gate of laughter.
5.	Rolled  down eyeballs; Down level...

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So many people help me.  They are concerned, they rush to see if I am okay.
They listen when I want to tell my truth. They do not call me out 
When I get outrageous....

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This is dedicated to my new friend, Hope.  Thanks for keeping my spirits lifted!

A spirit lifter
Lifts up your spirit
To a higher level
Than you can get

They pull from inside
Our God given light
To share with others
As...

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I read many poems and in them recognize depth and pain
The deep compassion and feelings for one’s fellow man
I read and my heart deeply joins in a Poets dark despair
Yet I must not allow myself...

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I am no fashion model and that’s for sure
I need to do a lot of work to be a Size 4
Feeling pretty and petite is for what I strive 
But I am far from being...

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I heard the Lords’ concern today
over many who’ve walked away.
I watched a tall young preacher say
to pursue those who’ve gone astray.

I remember a phrase He said,
That we‘re “Lifters of the Fallen”,
we’d reach out as ...

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Francine's poem

hurting still in memory,
been there too at the gate,
is ya gonna jump old mate,
then got a little grin,
it might hurt,
a bloody sin,
made me hesitate...
no consolation:( 
loves ya babe!...


Had been dumped, love of me life,...

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Surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure,
bring it on, union or naught, clocked watchers,
measures measure, pound for pound, face to face, 
Curt or wordy, conscience be top-notchers,
as precious song of convenience, eeks breath.
Stage of a...

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with small teeth
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Sky Father is angry this spring
Across the street, back and forth
Brother squirrel races
To fallen friends, unfortunate
In their travels
My tomato friends patiently
Wait, shelf-bound, at home depot

June 7th...

Finally, a break!
Stakes shived weeks ago
Hear me coming!
Welcoming their heirloom...

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Galaxie 500

Teenage boys pile into the rusted and dented 
maroon sedan from another time.

The 292 with mechanical lifters comes to life with the rasp of a muffler 
whose days are more than numbered.

Sounds of freedom...

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