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As kings and queens spend idle nights
the growing corn keeps popping
old crows sit on the scarecrow’s limbs
to grunt and leave their droppings.
Long days slow turn to endless dark
as peons till the soil
knowing they, just like the crows,
barter sustenance for toil
yet do they dress for work each day
in the hand-me-downs of life
the scarecrow’s lonely, mournful, moan
at least they have a wife.
Fall’s fields low cut, the harvest won
the migrants presence fading
he suffers the impertinence
of kings and queens parading.
©3/22/2018
submitted to – Picture This – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Joseph May
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Coocoo chacoo!
Well, you’d think a blithering idiot
got hold of my governor controls……..
You’d think Watt had never invented a throttle for my mouth
Of course, no one ever has, and doubts exists anyone could
ever muzzle me with a full head of righteous steam ready to blow.
Issues well, there are few civilization doesn’t seem in my mind
able to get a grip on without a damn good tongue lashing!
Like why does one faith think they’re “tapped” for heaven
and the rest of us peons are damned to hell?
How come some folks think skin color determines brain power
or sex determines ..any kind of power….oh yeah…
there’s a bit a steam coming out of my ears now!
The cogs in my cerebellum are spinning
like a pinwheel cracker on the fourth of July!
And how come there’s a surprise when kids raised
in a dictatorship school system come out
not being able to think for their self’s?
Yup, the lips are flappin’ and the eyes are buggin’ and
the soap box in Covent Gardens better watch out!
A conference for four hundred and twenty-five
I was the only one extremely open and alive
Met a guy with a badge who claimed name of Fred
After trying to converse, realized he was dull as dead.
Woman named Nama was the next one I was to meet.
Extremely boring, brought her husband flaccid Pete.
They hold this conference to give us joy and jive.
Four hundred peons, I may be the only one still alive.
I wanted to spark a little vitalizing, sparkling happy fun.
No other participant was on board with this, not a single one.
A conference that was advertised to revitalize us with joy.
It was a bust, you can ask my gadabout Uncle Roy.
He whispered in my ear, let’s blow this place!
We had to drag gram out, she was a disgrace.
She farted and burped, also threw up her lunch.
Making their conference a tad better, maybe a whole bunch.
If I was president I would teach all the prisoners to read.
form a committee of ten who had my back.
put cameras on every street corner so it would be more difficult to sex traffic
ask them to read my memos and decide how I should spend my afternoons.
follow their lead and take their advice
call up presidents, queens and kings and let them know I am friendly.
invite them to tea, but mention they have to wear two masks and a shield.
join the WHO if the last president was stupid enough to withdraw from it
form a task force to fix the water in Detroit and make sure it is fixed
abolish the Electoral College so we could be a democracy
fire the congressmen and senators who have been there since the Ice Age
make a rule whatever health program they had is good enough for the peons
get the ex-presidents to open clinics and inoculate everyone with the vaccine
make a law for year-round school, which would eliminate many bad teachers
go on television and ask everyone to donate their organs when they die
explain how many people this would help, and you cannot use them any way
instruct cities to plant communal gardens to feed the people who are hungry
give a dog to every child, even if their parents object.
give a grandma and grandpa to each child, even if I have to be that grandma.
declare myself queen on Wednesdays and do whatever I want allowing
the V.P. to be president one day a weeks which would be great practice.
Contest: If I was president
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Written 2/28/2021
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Angels danced on the head of a pen. Too many to count, yet too few to achieve their goal. Redemption! Write one thousand times……”I must not laugh and talk in class.”
Is laughter such an evil it must be punished? conversation a criminal offense? Alas, to the cloaked keepers of the unkempt peons it was an offense against the soul of heaven. So did the angels dance in silence – punished for the sin of being angels,
of cherishing each others company. Slowly a darkness filled the room coating the silence in fear, denying the dance, separating the angels as a cloud of loneliness stilled their wings.
the silence of wings
in civil acquiescence
a fluttering dream
©8/29/2019
I Could Have Been
By Franklin Price
6/22/2014
I could have been a lot of things I'm really glad I'm not
A liar and a cheater a druggie and a sot
A selfish inconsiderate treating others quite unfair
Looking down from my exalted perch my nose up in the air
My pockets full of money earned through any means at all
With unappreciative peons at my daily beck and call
Friends because I give them almost everything they need
While I use them any way I can to satisfy my greed
None of these are who I am I could name so many more
But that would be a waste of time and make my fingers sore
Let me provide some insight into who I think is me
And how I've traveled through this life and how things ought to be
To top the list above all else try to love your fellow man
Many make it difficult they don't seem understand
It's not do unto others before they do unto you
It's try to put yourself into the other person's shoe
Think long and hard before you speak be careful what you say
For words come back to bite you in many unexpected ways
Make friends because you like them not for what they can do for you
And hope that in befriending you that is their real reason too
Don't think you are better than ones who have a little less
For oh so many reasons their lives could be in such a mess
Be grateful that you're fortunate put a smile upon your face
For misfortune could easily visit you and put you in their place
Do not envy others who have a little more than you
If you work a little harder then you can have it too
It's not about the things you have but how you look at life
It's far too short to dwell on things that only cause you only strife
If you give unto others expect nothing in return
It's better to give than to receive that's something I have learned
And if it just so happens that some reciprocate
Hope it's not because they owed but that they appreciate
Consider before acting how the action makes you feel
If it's less than positive it's not too late to change the deal
It's only you that needs to know just who you need to be
And when looking in the mirror you still like the one you see
the avant-garde clan considered themselves intelligentsia
devoted to intellectual and cultural pursuits
wealthy?
yes.
intelligent? In some ways
but not intelligentsia.
true intelligentsia are illuminati.
advocates for social reforms
concerned for the less fortunate
builders, creators, endowers,
of hospitals and social services
this avant-garde clan was snobbish
felt they were better than most others
looked down at the peons
they lacked empathy, compassion and social consciousness
a friend told me that she thought illuminati means…
to sell your soul to the devil.
illuminati and intelligentsia are similar in meaning
these creeps possibly had sold their souls to the devil
their words were
me, me, me
I, I, I
not we we we
“Long Live the Independence Day”
The day dependence duly ended
And painful birth of USA
Is something worth to be remembered
It’s been two C’s and whole half
We weren’t here at conception
But fly that flag at highest staff
And pay respect without exception
Was more than schism from old kings
And liberation from oppression
New mindset what freedom brings
To live in peace without transgression
Not slaves, not servants, serfs, peons
Be taken no advantage lately
From the beginning to eons
“Accept no lies” we value greatly
Our votes are our independence
July the 4th is symbol strong
What shall we leave to our descendants
Depends on how we move along
We’re not as free as one would think
Big world encroaches, uninvited
Too often freedom is “cha-ching”
Don’t give it up and stand united
Stop pompous jerks in tailored suits
From making their own eclipse
Betray our history and roots
Because they are on ego trips
Be independent as can be
Yet part of our wholesome nation
Think free, live free and bend no knee
That’s “independence” foundation
July 4, 2026
Have a question for my friends out there
Are we sure the Earth is round
There's a number of clever people that exist
That think this theory isn't sound
Even with all the evidence available to them
They think it's a hoax or scheme
To control us peons to question the facts
Which are totally absurd as they seem
The visual proof is available to all on Earth
Heavenly bodies spin on their axis
To believe The Flat Earth Society could be
Still be holding to this madness
There is no accounting for the strangeness
Of those with this misguided belief
The proof lies directly within their vision
Yet this fallousy does not cease
a repost
I blink my eyes and then the world is gone.
Open once again to see some peons upon the lawn.
They came to hear the Lion yawn and swipe a wife by dawn.
That's why I keep my pride and believe,
to conceive that it's respite is my reprieve.
But you yuppies be just mere pawns in the grand scheme;
placed at rank 2 file C.
I treat myself to treats I don't need to ask the priest.
I fill a lady's niche when God's dead like Friedrich Nietzsche.
I'm an autonomous man, the world needs me.
Due to greedy deeds, I lost the lot of you to petty thievery.
Now standing orthogonal to the bishop you orthodox Cis.
Tearing holes in the fabric of time while mother nature sits and knits that.
Amidst a scrimmage over minish mishaps, fisticuffs and misfired mitts with whiplash.
Hexed by wind and turbulent syntax.
As activists vehemently flail at the fascist crux; only to be met by impasse.
Making my attempt to love exclusively an outward expression;
a barrage of affection bombarding the good intentions of a meta-man’s vision.
Otherwise known as fortified Freudian defense mechanisms.
To deal with ideals in an asymmetric system.
Oh but I pray praise that I am what I be.
Hallow thy be virile amongst a creed of faulty seeds.
Yet I’m an enantiomer, a Chiral Beast;
my courage can never be superimposed upon the fear of defeat.
Finally granted with the Coupe de Gras when disagreements meet.
As if graced by chance, I advance with the apex of a Sword’s vertice.
Striking clean from the left to then evade your deceit.
I take a seat while a woman cleans my wounds with peace.
Ahh but even in victory, the warrior’s woe must be debriefed.