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There once was a robin who flew
somewhat strangely down my chimney flue.
When I asked if she missed
due to morn's heavy mist,
she said, "That, plus I'm fighting the flu".
Unhappy with how much I weigh,
for a long time I searched for a way
to get rid of some weight.
This was well worth the wait:
to fruit smoothies I add powdered whey!
She prays to her Father most holy,
while adoring His worthiness wholly.
For long hours she'll kneel
by her new husband, Neil.
So that's why both their pants are so holey.
Though he couldn't look me in the eye,
the cupcake thief said, "It is I".
When I asked, "So you ate
every one of the eight?"
With a fierce stomach ache he said, "aye".
A new singer has come to the fore
though I honestly don't know what for.
Her light dimly has shone
(as her critics have shown) -
her "cringe" songs I could name three or four.
This poet tells bad jokes (puns, too)
every minute he'll tell one or two.
Now this half-funny bard
from all bars is now barred
till his victims who passed out come to.
My sailboat I towed down the road
to the bay; at the helm my son rode.
But no breezes were seen
at the smooth-as-glass scene -
to our destination we both rowed!
Twelve donuts I opted to buy,
as I nibbled on them by and by.
Now they're gone - who knows where
(my new pants I can't wear)
With this mystery I'll sign off. Bye!
//Homophones - two words sounding the same but with different meanings //
Written 26 Oct 2022
Some days my grief consumes me
It's so hard to believe you're gone
Part of me doesn't want to go on
The part that died when you left me.
I place my hands upon my face
To hide the tears that stream down
So many cried that I could've drown
Your lifes gone without a trace
My heart is shattered and broken
Since you've gone I feel so lost and alone
I miss your smile and the smell of your cologne
So many words were left unspoken
I ask my self often, and I wonder why
Why was my son taken from my life
now he'll never have a child or a wife
So why did my son have to die?
There are no answers to my questions
The who's, the where's and the whys.
what I'd give to look once more into his eyes.
To once more give motherly suggestions
Be grateful for each day you're given
Each person you have within your life
For each triumph, and each moment of strife
Allow all wrongdoings to be forgiven
Live your life with no regrets
Love deeply, dance and laugh alot
But don't be anything that you are not
Make life as good as it gets
8/4/2020
Contest: Be Inspired
Sponsor: Regina MacIntosh
I closed my eyes for a second
The next thing I know, you are a man.
I can remember from day one.
When the journey began
I ask How did you grow so fast.
It's so hard to remember the past.
From baby, to teenager, to man
You are now living your dream.
You are now a family man.
All along, you had that special plan.
You now have your own sons and wife.
Inside, I knew you always had that special drive.
Deep down, I know your time has finally arrived.
I always knew what kind of man you would become.
I never had any doubt about you in my life.
I guess to this day I will always.
Ask myself how you ever grew up so fast.
My son
I wish I had you by my side
You were the best friend I ever had
Not being able to see you grow as a man
Hurts me inside everyday that goes by
The stories I hear from your friends
Makes me think I missed so much
But we had our own adventures
Before our last long good-bye
I hope you felt my last touch
That last kiss I gave you on your cheek
As you and I alone had our last moment
Just as in life, apart but inseparable
You have all our best stuff with you
Bat, ball, glove, music, pictures
And we have all of your best stuff
Smile, laughter, music, and love
You were a kind, caring man
And I loved you so much for that
I just wish I had one more moment
Just one more to be together
I wanted to be there for you always
I’m sorry I wasn’t there in the end
You know I would have protected you
And kept you safe from harm
Now I bide the time till we meet again
Looking at pictures and listening to your songs
Thinking of the amazing things you would accomplish
Reveling in the man you had become
God has called you home
I don’t know why
But just remember this
I am your dad and you are my son
Yesterday Thanksgiving
By Franklin Price
11/27/2015
Yesterday, Thanksgiving. We were the dad and mum
Our daughter and her husband to our waiting home did come
Arriving on Thanksgiving eve, we welcomed them right in,
Hugs and kisses all around , our celebration to begin
Had traveled far to reach us. The moon was shining bright.
Arrived in the early evening, not the middle of the night.
We talked and gossiped for awhile; caught up on family
Then shuffled off to sleep the night; all as tired as we could be
Too early was the morning, I was the first to rise,
Moving slowly on my feet, wiping sleep from puffy eyes
Soon followed by my daughter. We had coffee and a talk
She's now almost as old as me; was not how to walk the walk
We quite enjoyed the company not as a father and a child
But as adults to one another which drives the mind a little wild
As we talked, she made me proud of the woman she's become.
Thoughts drifted back to a rocking chair and what we started from
Not long before mom joined us (not my mom, she's my spouse)
She came upon us quietly; just as quiet as a mouse
She is my “little” woman who brings love into the room
It's better if the coffee's waiting to get rid of morning gloom
I quickly got her coffee with two sugars and some cream
Gave her a hug and kissed her, and she quickly joined the team
My son-in-law was still in the bed, been sick, not sleeping well
Was happy he was resting here; thought that was really swell
The three of us talked quietly from Bill was not a peep
Hoped he would feel much better, the longer he could sleep
Talked about what time to eat the turkey and the ham
The corn, potatoes, veggies all the food that we could cram
I know you now are grinning also know you can relate
To all the food there was to eat to have our fill our fate
The four of us together said a prayer to begin
Gathered at the dining table just the place for digging in
When the day was over and the dishes were all clean
And the moon was rising in the east casting light upon the scene
We thanked the Lord for letting us enjoy the company
Hope Thanksgiving was as good for you and all your family.
if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding,
in the sky’s where i'll be hundred thousand miles and climbing
i'll be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising
flying through the time zones while i'm riding bolts of lightning
i’m gone...
and i hope i never come back again
all this world can offer is disaster when will it ever end here’s a testament
to the best of them who were heaven-sent
who's friends and family outlasted them no laughter then it’s paper thin
it’s shattered glass...
it’s a look into the hollow depths of your tattered past
when you heard the blast we were cast in the heart of the aftermath
just trash in the path of disaster now we must face our master’s wrath
brain matter sprayed now police dispatchers have
to pick up the phone...
who are you why are you so cool when my friend’s dead all alone
with his head blown off 45 round hollow tip lead to the dome
in the blink of an eye time passed us by
when friends and family died where was i gettin high flyin through time zones
if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding,
in the sky’s where i be 100,000 miles and climbing
i be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising
riding bolts of lightning in my nikes time zone flying
This is one of my son's rap lyrics that he put to music. He was murdered but his life still lives on in his music. I left it just the way he typed it. You can hear some of his music on Sound Cloud under Brooks Greenlee.
Baby girl what happened, can you tell me why you had to go
We thought our love was magic, seemed so perfect guess we should’ve known
You ran away, memories remain
just like the pain, that won’t go away
if you’re afraid, i’ll keep you safe
what can i say, to make you stay
just one more night, please don’t resist
til morning light, we’ll reminisce
my biggest wish, is simply this
that you and i, share one more kiss
this kind of love, doesn’t happen twice
so if i can’t, change your mind
i’ll let you go, i’ll pay the price
this will be my greatest sacrifice
Baby girl what happened
Can you tell me why you had to go
Thought our love was magic
Seemed so perfect guess we should’ve known
That this day was coming
Love is a poison that we both consumed
And it was all or nothing
I guess our love was too good to be true
once upon a time, we believed
there was not enough time in eternity
for you and me, thought it was meant to be
but like our fairy tale, it was make believe
i wanna know, what did i do
did i not give enough love to you
i tried to prove, what we have is true
guess i was wrong, now i’m the fool
cause you left me, love took its toll
it’s hard to breathe, with an empty hole
where my heart should be, i’m freezing cold
my sunshine left when you left me all alone
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame
As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call
The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls
“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
“your horse is now ready, your shield fixed with bone
“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home
“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo are all captive, starvation allowed
“Your eyes look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud
“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must wait for your horse to come out of the lake
“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake
“Your vision must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent flaps, all future in blight
“You must leave us now, but leave us in darkness,
for when you return, a new vision will burn bright
“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, if the demon still preys
“If it does, you must kill it, for this time and always,
it has hovered above us keeping spirits away
“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot
“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not
“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your vision awaits, past-futures on hold
“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Mothers, We Salute You for Your:
Affirmation of God’s compassion through Your loving ways
Best to bring out the beauty from us by the Lord’s grace
Care with courage-cheerfulness midst crises’ rays
Dedication to do your duties’ demands despite dismays…
Empowerment exposed along your earnest encouragement
Fortitude fueled with your faith for family-roles’ fulfillment
Guidance governed by your guarding commitment
Hope held upon your heavenly investment…
Influential impact by your Scripture-instruction
Joyful spirit for our redemption-jubilation
Knowledgeable homemaking skills with kindness’ action
Lawful liberality leading to life’s realization…
Maneuvering motherly* means along your reliance on God’s might
Nourishing nurture toward our maturity-height
Overwhelming opportunities to choose what’s right
Propelling purposefulness along your prayer-plight…
Quietness to silence our qualms and anxiety
Readiness to attend to our needs midst scarcity
Steadfastness to settle our doubts with truth’s veracity
Trustworthiness to guard our hearts against insecurity
Uprightness to straighten our attitudes from impurity…
Victorious negotiations vanquishing tantrums’ plunges
Wise discipline in dealing with us for fruitful changes
‘Xcellent expertise in handling health issue dosages
Yielded submission in controlling pride’s rages
Zealous diligence in pursuing achievement-surges!
*Proverbs 1:8 My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother.
May 13, 2018
Happy Mothers’ Day to our Moms, Mamas, Nanays!
Edited on May 10, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE 8,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/10/2020.
My first delivery
I t is my first delivery from womb
I am touching my child with proud and love
It is beautiful and extra ordinary to me
It’s smile and weeps takes me to the peaks of
wonder
It may be weak or lean
Gold it is and it is my wine to all my worries
It may walk and talk slowly It is my Jupiter
My shelter may be in a slum
i felt very proud as a mother of an emperor
His every cry reminds the orders of an emperor
His plays with air and sky
says something about his future endeavours
He gives me a title ”mother’ and
he vanished my ill name ”issue less”
H e is my prince and my Lord
as long as he is my son in this world
I will feed my milk with glee
to grow as the mightiest man in this world
I will train him to walk and talk
to become a leader of this world
I will work for him to make him as my excellency
For all these
I expect a hand full sand to my tomb