Long Quarter hour Poems

Is it safe to eat it? Is it safe to eat?
Well if you cook, I wouldn’t miss a beat
But if I make it, and it’s not bacon
Better watch out, there may be some doubt 

What...

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Peter (my bf) and I are at Heraclee beach for the weekend.
It’s a little sliver of heaven, about 11 miles south of Saint Tropez.
It’s too early in the season to swim - being breezy and...

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Ray Richardson was known as a fighter,
and a big hit amongst the boxing fans,
though few of them ever called him by name,
his sobriquet in the ring was ‘Steel Hands,’
like Forman, Wilder, he had power,
his fights...

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After years here in the city with the constant traffic flow,
and the daily grind all based on work to have the coffers grow
or keep the kids in school and provide for what is middle class,
there...

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The Clock
to Barbara with all my love Frank
By Franklin Price
1/26/2016

The clock stands in our living room in a place where it should be.
It represents my love for you. It's there for all to see
Walking past...

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First night in his final place
My dad called me weeping
“Please Bobby bring me home.”

His skin like ice cream
Melting on handle bars
Plopped in his wheelchair
Square
In the center cone of an empty room

Plaster cracked
A single nail
Where a...

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I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking,
or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking'
By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking
in the language better known as 'clocking'

Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without...

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He greets everyone as soon as they enter the hall
with a great big smile on his full moon-like face
arms always moving, no matter the time or place.
Just wind him up and he never stops running,
not...

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I hope you all did your assignment, no you won't be graded
But all that was meant is that His Memory doesn't get faded
I just want to welcome everyone back it is so great to see...

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I’m sorry we can’t start the morning
- I’m still stretching and yawning.
Oh, give me a skibidi break,
why’d you wait to snake me awake?
Anyway, you know not to bother me
unless you’ve brought coffee.
You can’t just insist...

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I am quite annoyed by the ticking,
or perhaps it's called 'tocking,'
by the ever-present clicking
in a language known as 'clocking.'

Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without a thought
that his hammering rhythm of strife
mocks...

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LETTERS TO THE POETS WE LIKE

The first and last poem that you wrote
A limerick indeed, but it was just for me
In response to a poem I wrote about you
In many ways it was intended to...

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I get up in the morning, jump into the shower,
Wash my hair, brush my teeth in a quarter hour,
Make the coffee, put on clothes, check the mobile phone,
Take my meds, pet the dog, and throw...

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Epileptics

Epileptics may be caused they say, 
by other lives for which they pay,
Unconscious comes, then taken over, 
threshing spirit, joins another,
Ask in the Lords name, they be cast out,
Raise their vibrations higher, rout!
Made whole by...

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