Long Nesters Poems

How I Got Richer and What I Did Next



I struck a sly deal with some Wall Street investors.
I shorted 'em stocks that didn't exist!
But they got me back (those post-empty-nesters)
by making fake deals I couldn't...

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I met with some bankers in fine textured suits.
I struck a deal quick. (I had such a knack.)
I offered rare cacti and tropical fruits – 
a cure-all for things that ail your back.

I served 'em...

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	                       SILENTLY AWAY (LORRIE)

AS I LIE HERE IN THE DARKNESS IN MY YEARS...

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At first, there I was in the mind of God as He made preparations for me
As I would learn later, time was sailing, but I was not yet placed in its sphere.
Then the time for...

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My oldest friend,
and older, too,
has a daily yoga practice
of self-care,
which I would healthier emulate.

But, when I mentioned this
as rich in comparison
with my own brief leg stretches
while tube-feeding my son,
and occasional too brief dancing
and jumping
with my...

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Finding You
( to my wife Barbara, just because)
by Franklin Price
6/8/2018

Finding you has been the best thing
That ever happened in my life
Beginning when I met you
Better since you've been my wife

We both were less than happy
Was...

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969 A Thousand Years of Ticking Time
David J Walker  

Mr. Methuselah
	A word please
It’s about time 
To reveal what you know and
When you knew that you knew it
What you remember and 
When to remember to...

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I never thought that I would be a mom,
you were an unexpected surprise.
I fell in love with you instantly my child,
My nurturing womb was your first home.

You alone were my absolute everything,
I enjoyed watching you...

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Thirty years ago, multi-floral rose and 
fruit laden wild berry bushes could be
found in abundance everywhere around here. 
Native grasses provided shelter
to the ground nesters and the 
warm summer nights were filled
with the call of...

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Couples coming into prime
exhibit an exact prognosis;
passions working overtime
while seeking love in heavy doses.
Never being quite enough
to satisfy their youthful yearning;
time spent lying in the buff
so sensitive to needs discerning.

Couples in their middle age
display a...

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like vinegar and baking soda combined
daily hustle bustle and grind — in caustic silence —
erodes...  

precious time eroded in the rush to clear agendas
rushing to the rhythm of the— tick— tockin’ of time... 

engulfed...

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The Birth of Christ
By Franklin Price
12/20/2015

The birth of Christ on Christmas day
Is what we celebrate
It still is something special
Not just any other date

Although we're empty nesters
Home and tree we decorate
Together with my lovely wife
Who is...

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Hard working empty nesters in search of a romantic getaway.
Early Autumn, no fires, no smoke; great time for a breakaway.

We escaped to the north shore of the California coast. 
We drove through the gates and...

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climate change... killing
spring bees...  spiders  many flies
early nesters starve

once joy the seasons...
the charm of springs overture...
winter defies it...

today... house  sparrows
 seen nesting... nature wishes...
hopeful they succeed...

grass... verdant... growing...
hedgerows holding back... afraid...
full spring...

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Perched on a smooth river rock
    studying her reflection in the flow
A timeline of changing faces
   slowly drifts by...
Carefree happy child
   running, playing among trees.
Rebellious miserable teen
 ...

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“In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, when birds do sing . . . sweet lovers love the spring.” -William Shakespeare

In early spring they reappear -
the shorebirds and the swallow.
Ducks, geese, red-winged blackbirds,
owls...

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Zero to five. Can't say that I remember anything.
Five to seventeen.  School, work, play; see you later.
Seventeen to twenty-two. Working and going to college.
Twenty-two to forty-four found me getting married, raising
children, and working 'way...

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The Blue Jays of early Spring
bring wondrous wonderings to my eyes
with a determined flight of perpetual motion
carrying one twig at a time clutched tight in their beak
to build a nest far from peril
so the eggs...

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