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It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
Walking hand in hand with mama
My long brown french pleats bouncing in the wind
My new red plastic boots ready to be shown.
Reaching high upon my tiptoes ...
I swung the large french brass knob back and forth
until my short chubby sweet nonna opened the door.
As soon as I saw her, my hazel eyes changed
into different shades of caramel swirl.
I am her first born niece, and her little girl.
It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
Running up those marbled tiles , gazing through the hallway
at the two dark giant iron knights . How I wish I could have been
like them , just as brave and wise.
In the busy kitchen I hugged nonna over and over again
I loved how her apple and cinnamon pies wafted ,filling Saturdays 'air.
I loved the teaspoon sounds , as the sugar in the coffee cup was stirred
It was a symphony , blissful music to my ear.
Next to mama ,in the dining room , on a padded orange rexine chair I sat
Playing snakes and ladders whilst I heard them chat.
It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
If I had not followed uncle Bob that afternoon
Along the long corridor we walked , to his room
At the far end, Inside, I was promised a delightful surprise.
The red velvet curtains He shut down. All turned dark !
The squeaky old door slammed . I could listen
to the fast rapid beating of his vacant heart.
I could feel him getting close , too close .
I could smell his stinking breath and feel his hand
It slipped hungrily , unbuttoning my innocence and collar shirt.
He pushed me down on my knees, head and face both pressed.
My lollipop lips too close to sour scents , I would never forget.
Everynight cold in my bed , I scream - Regret...
I do not want to remember, yet how can I forget
It could have been a beautiful memory to write down
But all I have is a blank page.
In that house of nonna where once I laughed and played
All there is are secrets , insecurity, my shadow and its shame.
Fiction poem inspired by Becca's contest against Child Abuse...
Not for the contest, but thanks for the inspiration.
The home nestled in the hue of the blue hills,
on the wall of my longing there hung a mirror,
opened my one way window on the wispy sky,
like a bird I spanned with the wings of youth.
In the winds of the waning time I flew away far,
at the luring end of the memory lane lighted,
the nest I had kept abandoned for a long while,
I nurtured in the fondness of a nostalgic niche.
Soaring above the strata of clouds of many skies,
reached the edge of the horizon of the spent sun,
where flow of flight stopped at the twilight hour,
the whirlwind whispered the homecoming song.
The wheel of time turned on dry dust of the past,
with the southern wind I rose, flew home joyous.
I looked into the old mirror, obscurely clouded,
saw my namesake, much younger, I’ll never forget.
September 21, 2019
Do the thoughts of those who knew you well
when you were young and full of life
concern you now much farther down
this road of struggles, pain and strife?
Do they know your mind, the grit and grind
that molded you like clay?
Or look upon you as if nothing's changed
since childhood yesterday?
Do some words you write make them feel uptight
igniting hidden feelings,
Flowing unexpectedly, sending heads and minds
through space and time, a 'reeling?
All because you opened up
some measure of truth dejour'
Straight from the mind of the child who climbed
tall trees by the old seashore.
Where the summer breeze blew, and you once knew
every shell on the sun-bleached sands
where family and friends all gathered back then
before life was all scheduled and planned.
Back in the day when it was play, play, play
cowboys and Indians for fun,
Or King of the Hill and don't ever kill
those dreams 'till the day you are done.
Do they tease you at all or make you feel small
for the poems you've personally penned
(with a wink and a prayer from the Artist upstairs),
is your reader a foe or a friend?
The First Day of School
By Franklin Price
5/2/2016
I thought the day would never come
When I would go to school
Was only six, smart as can be
Was joining in the pool
The first day came, the bus arrived,
The sign went out, and stopped
The driver opened up the door
And on the bus I hopped
We chattered and we yammered
Riders ,high school down to child
Didn't think too much about it
But sure we drove the driver wild
Seems it took forever
Crossed the causeway and lagoon
Finally reached the school yard
Would go week days until June
First through sixth in building two
Seven, eight in building three
Nine through twelve in building one
A twelve year journey it would be
But this was just the first day
Found my desk within my class
Can't remember what I learned that day
But the hours quickly passed
The final bell rang end of day
First day's end for each of us
Ran outside to find my ride
Rushed quickly to the bus
Took at least a day or two
To finally reach my home
Although it was in Florida
Might as well have been in Nome
Oh, what an adventure
That first day was the best
Riding down that country road
On the bus with all the rest
Insubstantial
I opened the window in the door, one early morning.
and was met with a face that looked like a cloud; it
blew frost roses on the glass, they were so beautiful,
abstract, and oh, so fragile.
Years ago, by the cloister`s wall, I saw some miniature
Looking at roses, I replanted them in my garden, and they
disappeared, I thought they had died out, but this spring
They were by my wall, nodding shyly in the breeze.
As the spring turned into summer, they had no shade
and disappeared like frost roses on the window glass;
And that is ok by me, cause I know they are there just
under the earth, waiting for another spring.
There are somethings in life..
we can all do without.
Like a frustrating day..
and people who shout.
There are many times..
we can pass things by.
Not even notice..
the beauty inside.
There are blessings
that aren't counted.
There are dreams
that are forgotten.
Like a heart's soft beat..
enveloped in cotton.
I try to take notice..
didn't mean to imply..
but there are many things in life..
that simply pass us by.
..but there are things that stand out..
that God make's us see.
Like a light bulb moment..
the sway of a tree.
I have traveled this road.
I try to pay attention.
There's just one last thing..
I forgot to mention.
The touch of his hand.
Her eyes opened wide.
Love in your heart.
A feeling of pride.
..But YOU'RE the first thing that I notice..
It isn't hard to construe..
..because I simply LOVE the way..
You LOVE..me too!
Slowly and slowly, slowly yet, steadily,
Mind and soul and body polish;
Optimistic; eyes opened, focused fully,
No mirages; paths straight, stylish;
Yet, not like the choir of scholars, evenly,
The unique oneness we relish!
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Goals ever new we'll establish;
Tasks our ancestors left done incompletely,
We'll take up and gladly finish;
Virtues and values handed over gently,
We shall care and soothe and nourish;
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Hills, and vales and seas so lavish;
We'll work tirelessly; accept tasks daringly,
No indolence our toils tarnish!
Summer or winter; Sun or shower; freshly,
Joys in our hearts always flourish!
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Vain vices vividly vanish;
Divisions of caste, creed, and ethnicity,
Will awfully soon diminish;
Hearts happy, spirits fresh, gently, serenely,
Breathe of purity we'll, now, wish;
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Human dignity we'll cherish!
Who's great? Who's small? None, of course, manifestly,
Inequalities relinquish!
Caring, sharing, we'll realize cheerfully,
Our new-heaven-new-earth wish-dish!
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
10th May 2021
He arrived on the back of a wild ferocious beast
He came with a fury that originated way back in the east
The tormenter is on the way, he is leveling every town!
We began to pack up our bags, without much of a sound.
He’s in it for vengeance, they say our kin killed his kin.
We ran as fast as we could, to the tavern next to the inn.
We are not fighters, we argued, wondering what next to do.
We were out of time; the doors opened and in the beast flew.
The rider was ruthless, brought hell with him in the form of an axe.
He slashed and he gashed, and we fell down; these were the facts.
A one man army, hell bent on revenge to make us all pay.
I knew I was a goner as he advanced on us, that very day.
You, he said, pointing to me, you have one second to leave.
He was holding an axe that could have been a meat cleave.
I ran like I had never run before, a chicken’s way out dance.
He left as suddenly as he came, the others had not one chance.
Yes, it's true
The government holds the steering
To national development bearing
For they collect taxes, fees and dues.
But what if it starts with you
You, you and you claiming to be common
For you know not where taxes go
But only setting your prices on the go.
You say as we all say
Gov't can make businesses smile
Normalize the nation, control inflation
With sound and a working regulation
However, contemplate this perspective
We've all opened our doorways
And embraced the ideals of the west
Thinking it will bring us rest.
We want our business to be free
When we set our prices Gov't to agree.
We pay the taxes we feel like
If Gov't insists prices we spike.
Imagine the potential within us:
Beyond faulting the center, the core,
Our attitude shift could be the remedy
Our inherent capacity holds the key.
Mother Earth
An ancient, elegant – once jolly – old Lady,
deserving of so, very much more then
the rape and pillage, the destruction and pollution,
the chemical alterations – poisons,
the theft of, the abuse of
all her innocent, naked, natural beauty.
This old Lady, who has been – who will again –
as self-destructive as any of her daughters –
of man kind – and without the help of man kind’s
selfish, inconsiderate, thoughtless greed.
Will She, ?, will we ?, survive the turbulent throes
of an uncertain, an unpredictable, veiled future -
even if we ( as capable human inhabitants ),
even if she ( the energy, mother of us all ), -
are able ?, to curb our insatiable appetites,
are able ?, to thwart what may be inevitable -
change and a world, - her life time of changes.
Is her ?, is our ?, relationship to this universe
a foretold tale of unavoidable doom.
Is our evolution ?, life ?, destiny ?, our development ?,
upon the breasts of Mother Earth,
to come to an end in a daze, a haze of gloom ?,
as we all ( Mother Earth, Life, human kind )
are destined to become ( once again ) cosmic dust
blowing in the winds of memories hoard, of time –
passing into - becoming spirituality adrift on cosmic winds
– ghostly souls, spirits - once again sailing, searching,
seeking solidity, - once again - of visible form
to walk upon the surface of a much better plane,
better then what has become of what we are now !
Next time around, will thoughtfulness ?, be the tought !
It has been thought of more that opened the door,
that – if we do not, soon change - will be closed –
Forevermore !
B. J. “A” 2
May 23rd 2008