Long Private joke Poems

please tell me ...

what happened?
what dire damage have i wrought?
what did i do to ruin it, that friendship, rare?
you once knew me better than most ...

my darkness didn't frighten you, didn't rattle,
you sighted those demons...

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Mother's womb panged to be delivered.
A rift awakened, once asleep in roost,
but 4alarm crowing on steeples of burning roofs,
the foundations gone missing, on sabbatical 
crowning of burning man both in and not in the news.

...

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Her mocking salutation in salute.
Sudsing down your brains drawingboard in a victoriously ill repute.
Nature's pendulum holds you in it's dungeoness pattern of holding, then you go down it's chute. 
Hell's guillotine greased, oiled,
sparkling it's grinning...

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Politically Speaking
By Franklin Price
8/24/2015

Politically speaking -  I'm at such a loss
Trying to figure out - who the heck is the boss
Thought it was the people -  as our forefathers spoke
Think it never quite...

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City At Night

by Edmund Siejka


It was cold outside
I hadn’t shaved in days and I was hungry 
I was going to walk it 
Only a few blocks 
Through the same streets I walked every day 
So...

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I saw that sneer heard the mockery 
It came straight from your heart
Like bread comes from a bakery
Your eyes said it all and though it hurt
Stung for that minute second I choose to stay merry.

When...

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Deathbed


When we are old and youth is in their hands,
I will be with you; heed my plans,
For I have waited for a lifetime,
To sit with you inside the sunshine.


I have since long ago dreamed of...

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For Spitfire, the Wolf

The pack breathes forth
crystal- mists, 
ghosting the landscape 
like wraiths leaving the abyss.
In sarcophogy-effigyy.
A Eulogy in cacophony 
Serving their own.Stead.
 Fates in cognition. 
Roundtable and Moordread.
Satelliting their own volition.
By the knight in...

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The children in the park
See the old, gray-haired woman
Every afternoon. They watch her.
She is always sitting in the rocking chair
On her porch, sometimes reading,
Sometimes knitting,
Sometimes just rocking, half asleep.
 
What they don’t know
Is that she...

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~ David Cassidy ~

Sharing a room with my sister 
David was plastered over each and every wall
It's a wonder she'd never got a paper cut or blister
From all the posters she did lovingly install.

David watched...

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My revolutionary heart smiled at its private joke:
“The poor can’t eat the rich because they’d gag and they’d choke
On toxins like guilt, cynism and greed,
Prozac and Botox – not quite what the poor need.”

But, the...

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He is a cricker, I was told when I got to Kirksville, Missouri.
What is a cricker?
“They might be crickers, but at least they ain’t sheet-crickers”.
There is laughter all over the place. Now I am truly...

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Like a burst of confetti
They erupt into the corner store.
Tanned, long legged,
Laughing and pushing each other.
They toss their sun-bleached hair
And glance around to see
If people are watching.
Beach outfits – bikinis
Barely hidden under short
Skimpy  coverups.
Sandals,...

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