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September 18 2022
(With Barb)
By Franklin Price
09/18/2022
It's the eighteenth of September
The year is twenty twenty-two
I'm on a River Cruise in Europe
With early morning thoughts of you
Eight long months have passed us by
Since the good Lord took you home
You'll always be within my heart
Where ever in the world I roam.
I felt you as we walked upon
The lands of persons' past
Of ancestors you spoke about
I've brought you here at last
To Germany and Hungary
To Slovakia we went
In Austria we hiked around
To Vienna we were sent
Discovered many places
That we only heard about
Through my eyes you saw them
You are with me there's no doubt
The churches and the castles
The cobbled streets were not a bore
Towns were here a thousand years
Some of them for many more
Tomorrow we will end this cruise
And return to present days
Kings and queens of days gone by
Will go back into the haze
This week we will be back again
To the house that is our home
With memories and photographs
Of castles and cathedral domes
Madness,
How nice they felt
To be free,
From the dampness of humanity.
They are plunged into a different universe
A free life of toils
A prodigal,
Of a profilial,
Feeding from oral to oval,
Your earn for your oral,
And not for your keep
All squashed in a heap.
The sane man is begrudged
Wittless
Penniful yet penniless
Live yet but vegetable
The luck rests on the insane
Oh! The madmale
Only he is live
Yet free!
Oh! I am the luckiest,
As a Madmale as i am,
No one knows my thinking
No one knows the meaning of my face
As a mad male i am insane
But!
As a mad female i am sane
As i still remember my feminity
Vividly as it is not vivid,
Clear as unclear..
As water on a stony path,
Yet unclean.
My madness my solace
Be me him
Be me her
All are free
What all seek is a reality escape
A fleeing route,
Yet a fleeting one
Yet, yes oh yet!
How her remembers you say?
From a skimpy scarf
To an able polythene
All these she remembers
To aquire,
So her heart is intact,
But, her head is In turmoil
But! the her norms intact
Forgone him you say!
No cannot be!
Him is a negation
Of her.
They roam and roam
In woe with foe
In joy with joy
On any path
Of any choice
All, choices of theirs
But, him is a lost cause
Hmmmmmmm!
I sighed at the sight
Painful but comical
All is well,
Will be well
Oh! How envious
I seem
They just exist in their imagination
But comical in our sight
Free of old shreks and their queens
Toiling with their pawns
All in the name of a state control
How funny it is
Oh!
How my jealousy tickles me to an edge
Wanting all thus
Them, i like
Them, i must be!
[Poet’s Note : A SIGNATURE POEM : 2026
PUBLISHED: Edge of Humanity Poetry Anthology
Magazine: Auguste 26 ]
Second Placement
Poetry Soup Contest
May ‘26
Sponsor: Anoucheka G.
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dark silent night
crawling ludicrously slowly
a slug across cold tiles
umbra unfolds before embracing naked skin
an observant thief with black socks
whose holes steal my thoughts
as they slither white sheets
the more he steals the faster they come
round and round
a big wheel at fun fair
high they dangle at an angle
will pitch rolling eyes catch them tumbling ?
cathartic they swirl
then temporarily stop
listening to night raindrops
kissing corrugated roof
dripping sweat
a mongrel barks agitated
received no marrow bone in his bowl
fire eating amber-gold chimera
chained both her wrist and mind
as black cotton catsuit
jigsaw edited shopping ailes
….. raw silent night processing thoughts
a silver Volvo manifested like a manifesto
in Cabral’s war journals
when he tried to free a corner of Africa
sketched guarded car between his poetry lines
in sombre silent night fish moths crawl
children hunger for one wheat roll
without yeast and a dab of strawberry jam
stomachs rumbling across Palestinian fields
a jet flies velvet sky
knows not limitless of sleeplessness
sequins on wall tapestry glitter old age
like sequences of novellas read then analysed
for untied knots in buried psyches of
would be writers or neurotic drama queens
sit sullen night on cold dusty sill
raw like a snake mackerel just caught
waiting to be slit with long silver blade
a catastrophic tower melts in far off furnace
blackness dissected in splinters
pupils dilated as ophthalmologist
held her microscope
to peer at cataracts on lenses
cutaneous silent night
crawls ludicrously
slowly s l o w l y
as sinister cat jumps
her raw paws across dimensions
of my skull I see scribbled on coal sky
dog still barking…whilst scriptures sing opal songs
s l o w l y
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Mikey is an Invictus man,
Gets many medals in archery,
Sporty and keen he continues,
From his previous Army career.
In the Queens Dragoons Guards,
Whilst training he got stuck, fell,
From a rope bridge: broken neck,
Spine, and paralysed from chest.
Help for Heroes helped him live,
He joined the recovery programme,
Several sports took him clean:
Cycling and Ironman triathlons.
But the moment he held a bow,
He knew that archery was his,
To reap with and to sow, build,
To elevate his wins and attempts.
And he was so good at it, supreme,
That HfH asked him to start, set up,
An archery programme for them,
At Phoenix House Recovery Centre.
He took individual bronze, Invictus,
And also team gold. In Holland,
He won a solid individual gold,
And also the team bronze, in 2015.
In Czechoslovak Mikey landed,
The team with a bronze to boast,
And is determined a medal to win,
In Rio, at the Summer Paralympics.
He was born on the 20th of July,
In the year 1975, crude rock days,
And lives in St Martins, Shropshire,
Shooting at Scorton Archery Club.
Come one, come all to New Orleans
March and dance with King and all kinds of Queens
Year round festivals in town
Don't hesitate, catch a ride, come on down
Come on down to the Mississippi River Crest
You want a party, New Orleans does it best
From Bayou St. John to the French Quarters
Street cars, horse drawn buggies, to river boat charters
Greek, Italian, Irish, Vietnamese, Cajun, Creole, German, Black
Parades and festivals, there is not one who will lack
Christmas, New Years, Fourth of July, most any day of the year
Is an excuse to celebrate and drink plenty of beer
Oysters, gumbo, mirlitons, tomato, a good Po Boy
All kinds of food festivals for you to enjoy
You like music, festivals for that, too
Rock and Roll, Jazz, Zydeco, and get down Blues
Of course, Mardi Gras is at the top of the list
Biggest free show on earth mustn't be missed
Doubloons and beads are thrown to you
Holler, “Throw me something, Mista!”all you have to do
So much sadness in the world, so come on down
New Orleans will have a festival that will give you a smile and take away that frown
Check out the festival calendar for most any day or night
We'll pass a good time, Shah, yeh u rite
Apples and oranges are you and me
Both can be sweet and totally fruity
Cherry kisses so soft and free
Dates we embrace celebrating
Emerald eyes drink your shape
Fuchsia cries during love we make
Golden stars seem to serenade
Helium hearts rise like sunny day
Indigo tongue painted by cocktail
Joyfully charmed by you as well
Karma has finally got it right
Loving you silver song sing all night
Maroon moon will hold our dreams
Onyx sky a blanket for kings and queens
Purple poems you inspire so deep
Quoting the divine spirit in mocha me
Red reverie bring you back when apart
Sensual like your touch upon my heart
Teal thunder is the wonderful amethyst art
Umbrella is my fella despite rain so dark
Vibes inside like violets in the garden
We live like turquoise tribe no pardon
X-ray vision eyes see inside and out
Yellow is our happiest day despite clouds
Zulu is in silver spiritual wind blowing now
(for: Those who go by New Tarzan)
We have heard many of those lofty tales;
Of her toying with our golden rule:
Of her flying strength across the roads,
When some fawning dogs of buses come
Wagging their tails of old horns
Wagging at her smiling inmates;
When some privates come, ready
To lead her into some controversies
Through their vulgar speed of competition!
O we have heard many wild tales
Which commission more works of wages
Like sands for our road safety;
Sadly – we salute the inmates of New Tarzan,
We greet from our lonely V-Boots!
With louder and clearer voice,
Greet Confucious, the wisest
And deepest thinker of Old China,
Stood like a prophet warning mankind:
“Try to live by the golden rule!”
But we dwell by the river’s waves
Near the wonders of taste-and-cost;
Now her trumpet rouses a brother:
“Behold New Tarzan has gone up;
Yet we dwell in these far north’s hills!”
What we hear – is it true:
She is our Phoenician purple-dyed cloth,
Famed from each ancient shore to another,
That pride of all ancient kings and queens?
It is like table-talks of comfort and joy?
What we hear – is it true:
She is the first-rate story,
Novel to roads that lie in quietness,
Captious of her speed and noise?
Fast like the Athenian Pheidippides,
In the newest race for technology
She visits us from her far away horizon;
Now, what we hear – is it true:
She is a growing dogma for the roads,
Or, is it table-talks of comfort and joy?
Then – to those who go by New Tarzan,
To these joy-lipped inmates of a gome of comfort,
We greet from our lonely V-Boots!
Form:
This is a piece about five rocking girls
At seventeen years old they rocked my world
I think I first heard of them in Sounds magazine
Five girls next door whom entered my scene
The cover of their Album just blew me away
These five American girls, music their say
Behind bars they were in delightful pose
At seventeen years old the love in me grows
This I had too purchase can't wait to get home
Needle to vinyl in groove rocking roam
All ten tracks played, time and time again
These "Queens of Noise" these five sure do reign
There was Lita, Cherie and Sandy West
No disrespect I liked Sandy the best
Then there was Jackie, and lastly Joan Jett
Five girls my heroes, rocking their set
Next thing I know they are playing "Live in Japan"
This I must buy, cost, 'I don't give a damn'
The glossy pictures melted my heart
Once again in the groove, the needle did start
Just my luck, the line up didn't last
New members arrived that left me aghast
But these things happen in Rock 'n' Roll
Knowing they existed, rocked my soul
I leave this short write to say my thanks yous
My favourite Sandy West, was too young to lose
To the original band including dear Sandy above
At seventeen years old, boy! was I so in love
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A foggy night just tip-toes in
Like a whisper on a cloud.
And the haloed harbor lights above
Warmly welcome the sparse inlet crowd.
The briney salt air softly beckons me
To heed the seagulls' caw
My flip-flops rhythmically click and clack
Toward this Cinderella's ball.
My quest draws near so I slow down my pace
Aching toes sinking deep in the sand
Flip flops abandoned just like my cares
Nature's therapy right here where I stand.
I advance with caution, a wallflower I
At a party where I'm neither asked nor desired
So I make a small nest in the dunes out of sight
Heart racing, face flushed, voyeur wired.
And my wait for the show is not long at all
As they slowly emerge from the sea
Shells glistening wet, reflecting moon's glow
Each determined to fulfill destiny.
Their faces, though lined and cracked from the sea
Show dignity and wisdom and duty
And I think to myself there is nothing on earth
That can rival a sea turtle's beauty.
Together they stride, though they're built more to swim
And the sand feels like walking through tar
But the trek is an instinct, an honor, a rite
Each participant a humble star.
At last they reach an unmarked goal
And they pirate away tiny treasure
They tuck each one in with a warm layer of sand
Their faces betraying no pleasure.
Then each of these queens, neck extended, head high,
Must to return to her watery base.
And I thank my God for a glimpse of His work
In this model of beauty and grace.
February 14, 2017
Here's a song lyrics that incorporates the themes and ideas you provided:
[Intro]
(Sensual R&B beat starts playing)
In the old world, where grandeur reigns
Luxury and opulence, the elevated trains
Royalty and high-class, a world apart
Where the elite reside, and the wealthy start
[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like a king, got my crown on tight
Maybach music playing, it's a royal night
I'm sipping on the finest, got my feet on the floor
I'm the master of my fate, and I'm asking for more
In the Great Basin, where the Shoshone roam
I'm the Snake Indian, with the rhythm in my bones
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Verse 2]
Northern Paiute people, we're co-located in style
Federally recognized, our tribe's worth your while
We're dancing through the night, with the music in our souls
Our traditional settlements, where our ancestors made us whole
From the mountains to the valleys, our legacy remains
We're the royalty of the land, with the snake's deadly games
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Bridge]
In the old world, where the grandeur reigns
We're the modern-day royalty, with the Maybach music and the gains
We're living life like kings and queens, with the luxury at our feet
We're the masters of our fate, with the sensual beat
[Outro]
(Sensual R&B beat continues to play)
Snake you up, snake you up, one last time
We're the Snake Indians, with the rhythm and the crime
Snake you up, snake you up, it's a royal affair
With the luxury and the opulence, we're leaving you impaired.
Note: The lyrics are written in a way that pays homage to the Shoshone people and their culture, while also incorporating the themes of luxury, opulence, and grandeur. The repetition of "snake you up" is meant to be a sensual and rhythmic element, rather than a literal reference to the snake.