Long Outhouses Poems

(A Rave By A Poet)      

Remember when you were a child? 
Adults seemed then to be in control, 
Almost like Gods, with special powers
That almost always knew
When you'd been up...

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Vietnam in '68
By Franklin Price
08/10/2020

January '68, I arrived at Cam Rahn Bay
Found out this place, in Vietnam, was the best place I could play
Ground bound, in the Air Force, and living on the beach,
On a...

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- and, anyway, who breaks wind over double-M, a. k. a. Manson,

Marilyn?

I'll give a ride on my razor any day to

The-Second-Prime-of-Nine-to-the-Sixth,

who was around long before CD's, DVD's, MTV, and YOU / MYtube,

spitting out the healing...

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Kids nowadays don't know the fine art of staging Halloween tricks,
(Though they are very adept at fleecing me for candy to get their kicks!)
Tricks we did as kids would no doubt today land us in...

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ON SPIRITS, SAINTS AND SPITTOONS

If you want to love me but find yourself unable
If that is buried deep within you about me
First of all don’t put a setting for me at the table
And for Christ’s...

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Where is Ketchna?
It is in orbit around some mother
Pass the ketchup please 

                      ...

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Why should I remain a family house
If I am dilapidated, shattered and tattered
In this summer of old age.

Why should I remain a family house
If the house garden bears a barren look
Tearing away its leaves and...

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I wish outhouses were still in fashion 
For I would be sat in one right now 
Away from the hypocrisy that is you 
But still close enough 
So when I hollered your name 
You’d still...

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Two-ply in roses of yellow and pink
rolls and sings to the touch 
of fingers on its faintly-scented folds,
giving miles of pleasure to soft seats 
on hard covers all in the name of 
modern convenience which...

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Two-ply in roses of yellow and pink,
rolls and sings to the touch
of fingers on its faintly-scented folds,
giving miles of pleasure to soft seats
on hard covers all in the name of
modern convenience which sure is a...

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As the burning bush astral signals
impale me all at once
I climb Jacob's ladder before I plummet
running from the siren song
That billows beyond waterfalls and the journeyman's sighs

Its unbearable lying among cranberry leaves
the ivory cuts me...

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Why should you remain a family house
If you are dilapidated, shattered and tattered
In this summer of old age.

Why should you remain a family house
If the house garden bears a barren look
Tearing away its leaves and...

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A flea market called the outhouse market
is located just outside of York Town.
And an arrow sign nailed to an old tree
points you to the best flea market around.

Cause it's hidden behind some outhouses
folks need to...

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Rainy Day Sonnet.

 It is so quiet here in my village when it is raining
 dogs in outhouses are overtaken by melancholia.
It appears so useless to bark and their dream might
 be of an otherworldly...

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The child I was, so long ago
Knew not of Halloween.
The sweet treats that are now bestowed
By me were never seen.

The preacher at our church denounced
Halloween as evil.
Celebrating it, he said, was 
Honoring the devil.

Of course...

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Clyde Pucelli was known as The Rembrandt of The Great Midwest!

He was an itinerant painter, esteemed as one of the best!

With his brushes and well-blended oils he'd render a masterpiece;

His fame spread since he specialized...

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