Long Nip it in the bud Poems

Regrets

As a boy, I did not know you
Of your existence I was unaware
Life was just a game to be played
Without a purpose, without a care.

But as you do with all your children
With love you watched...

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Summertime is Coming
By Franklin Price
5/28/2015

Summertime is coming
To the northern hemisphere
The Sun half north in movement
As in every other year 

The days are getting longer
Alaska's hardly ever dark
Don't even need a flashlight
Walking midnight in the park

School...

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The Babysitter

Little Patti Mouse
Use to come into my house
And Mom and Dad would leave
And Patti would be mean.

She was the babysitter.
We couldn't do a thing.
We couldn't get a drink
Or go out on the swings.

We had...

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Anyone can write a poem
I mean, they’ve never passed a law
and with the quick access to paper
and all.

Of course, the serial poet’s the danger
that keeps us up at night - someone lacking 
the gene for...

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They watch him like a Broad-wing Hawk
In all his comes and goes
He invades their every thought 
Bugs them to the bone

He delights in the slip and slide
Like a greased pig in their grasp
Thinking they've got...

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Qualms, I've had too few to admit to you.
Scruples quadrupled, I've had some doubts as well.
Leaving me squeamish, uneasy, unwell.
I fear my regrets will breed and accrue.

Like palms, qualms are arrayed with spiral heads.
Their tough,...

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When bad guys came through causing strife
in Mayberry, fraidy-cat Fife,
the lawman who never
was dauntless and clever,
could not catch them to save his life.

Huge blunders caused people to mock
and point at this town’s laughing stock.
Still, this...

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Anxiety buildup
signals ego’s at play,
so unless we’re watchful,
we will lose the moment,
of life flow beautiful.

Anxiety buildup,
when someone’s tailgating
in the morning traffic,
sees our temper flare up,
causing outcomes tragic.

Anxiety buildup
is a thought disorder,
where we self-block surprise,
missing out...

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vibrant cessation
an upward curve
of bliss in renewal
seeming fullness
vaporises free will
whereupon action
merely resonation 
with divine vibrance
reflected by presence
tested by the universe
for it’s true voidness
when the tides ebb
shrouded in darkness
which soul celebrates
with undiminished joy
recognising the play
uncaring of...

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