Long Old times Poems

"Lizzie Borden took an axe,
gave her mother forty whacks,
when she saw what she had done,
gave her father forty-one,
she washed herself from a watered pail,
she claimed their lies and vicious tales,
she pled not guilty and moaned...

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I miss the old days where only you had my key
I miss the old times - running wild and free
I miss the old house and your pool and banana tree
I miss the days when it...

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Many of my favorite poems
How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to...

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How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to pay.

Enlisted Term of Service...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of  places we have known

The Interstates most boring
They bypass most...

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What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young, don't you?... He said.
No, that was a long time ago....

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Hey bruh, 
haven’t you heard,
ain’t you read the news?
The White House is gonna eradicate 
the fear infested inner city blues
That Trump fella says,
he’s got his poison pen ready to use
He says black folks got nothing...

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I romanticize the single room without a jurisdiction
If only I could filter through a voice of logic over reaction 
Would it impel my inner child to regress into an illusion?
My mind composes a structure but...

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On the hill betwixt Carlisle and Deep Creek
...

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*Image of Pala au & Nanahoa by Historic Hawaii
AUDIO: Couplet read
VIDEO: Unique Okala Island Off Monumental Cliffs of Moloka'i


Cliff

Cliff's supply the bemused aback.
Amassed jaws sink as all stand back,
tourist gawks, at paired land splendors.
First; mountain...

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Pain is everywhere
Springing from the crown 
Of the head and like jellyfish 
Expanding proboscis
Cover the whole body
Till the end of the toes
He collapses in epilepsy
And lays there on the cold floor
For the whole day
Till the...

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Pain is everywhere
Springing from the crown 
Of the head and like jellyfish 
Expanding proboscis
Cover the whole body
Till the end of the toes
He collapses in epilepsy
And lays there on the cold floor
For the whole day
Till the...

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The sixty-year reunion
of the class of '55
was quite a celebration
for the ones who had survived...

First came prissy Pomeroy-
then Milford, Meeks, and Moody
who like old crows, perched and cawed
at busty old Miss Trudy

While Trudy curled her...

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Strong, in some ways –
Reflecting the old times, the old days,
Like a moment inspired by light,
Suggesting the beauty of a smile,
Echoing truth in every movement,
Exposing the wonder of a heart…

Who is laughing, dancing like leaves
Of...

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in the moorland
amidst the scores of heather
soft touches of amber silents
fall from heaven's light

within the gossamer breeze
daylight violets sway
drawing memories out
in a thought by chance
we come together
as a petal's fold
sipping thoughts
like morning dew
where there is...

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My uncle’s home, had a forest nearby;
he loved animals so; left some supper scraps, outside.
It was always his generous intent to feed,
every stray, that crawled, walked or flew, from those trees.

While visiting him, one sweet,...

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No nights has fallen so cold, no wind has soffocatted me so strong, no words has so much
weight, my lungs collapse for this, all i do is picture good old times and creat the one...

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Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how he makes me feel.
Like I'm not important at all kinda like I don't really matter.
I wish he would do like old times and just talk and chill.
Without him...

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Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up...

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Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the...

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In 2024 the breakthrough came
which solved two scientific dilemmas simultaneously:

1. Brain transplants into human mortal bodies with limited life spans were far too expensive.

2. Robot computers could never emulate the complexity 
and learning ability of...

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Life with you has always felt like waiting at a train station. I’d curl up on the cold benches and wait on you forever, I think. When you finally get off, I’m so excited that...

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You want a poem my dear damsel
abruptly I start this off beat for you still
after all these illustrious years
turn my heart into a robotic puppy
I curl up next to your feet wanting to be petted
to...

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Farewell old pard, I write this letter to you. Well, I guess I’ll saddle up and ride out with my new pard, he’s only a colt at three.
He’s a real beauty, a real eye pleaser...

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The little town is eternal or seems so as I come back to trace
my childhood down these sidewalks. Each house holds 
faded memories yet, creeps back into my mind until once 
again I live the...

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