Long Serials Poems

I stand inside a ballroom that stretches long before me,
it is a sitting room right now, formal chairs and setees,
tall windows stretch ceiling to floor, twice as tall as a man,
with velvet drapes sent from...

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Most people think of creative writing, as belonging almost exclusively to the genre of the world, of fictional writing. When in fact any writing involving both skill and imagination.  Might loosely fit into its...

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Entertainment in My Youth
By Franklin Price
revised and reformatted  to poetic prose
(an experiment for me)
5/28/2017

Entertainment came quite easy, I could do it for myself. The public library had lots of books, they stored them on...

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1. Today’s rains make me feel a drought
All the more thirstingly. A drought
Of all that is not unwanted
All that is not love, that is.
In times when farmers kill themselves
Due to debts, a rash truck kills...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
            ...

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It was an age when
bread was delivered
by a baker in a horse and cart
and carried to the house
in big wicker basket,
and the milkman left bottled milk
on the doorstep before the sun
was up, and old men...

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I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a million.

Assortments of knife-edges I know.
V edge: for veggies! Tool of...

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Rain hurls wetness
Public places watered;
Soaking exposure

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Dark passing clouds
Loiter and linger;
Tears from heaven

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Rainy debris
Dry leaves soaked;
Earthy tea brew

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Takeaway meal
Local gourmet touch;
Sensorial pleasures

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Two crows sit
Rain drenched;
Tree branch spies

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Cherry tomatoes
Crunchy sensations;
Power de-tox

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Bus ride trip
Nowhere to go;
Surprise awaits

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Old movies
Greyscale...

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In spite of celebrating our seventy-fifth Independence Day, 
Our actual freedom is still miles away. 
Freedom lies in our ability to breathe fresh air. 
Freedom is the ability to show our love and care. 
We...

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As the TV screen comes alive,
Screeching with news of death,
In natural calamities and road accidents
Of war on Ukraine that kills and maims thousands 
Of carnage and bloodshed,
Of gory tales of rape and molestation
Of manhandling and...

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Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
soothingly spirited, sublime sweet songs.
Satisfied sigh, sees salubrious springs;
sharp, sizzling sunburn scream: saltwater stings.

Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
somber, sad serials scarcely...

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“Study, Learn, You Have, 
To Come In Merit.
Even If The Electricity Went, 
Make The Candle Lit

See Your Friend, 
He Is So Intelligent
In front Of His Mother, 
My Image Has Been Faint.

See He Has So Many...

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Stream of Karnafully river flowing in calm heart
No factory dust contaminating now its bard

I'm crossing the lane of flying birds, city to city
Everyday the sky forecasts death serials without key

Police stoppage for me, staying home...

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Jog at skybridge
Dusk descends swiftly;
Deep darkness sums


Side by side we
Stride brisk and fast;
Stop clock moments


A neighbour smiles
Mobile cellphone chat;
Our feet speed away


Evening echoes
Cicada serenade;
Hazy ambience floats


Thoughts meander
Nothing to say;
Meal pack detour


Dinner for two
Me and you;
Silent...

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Relax;
Rather block up the ass;
Gather the Self and watch;
Let me talk my mind,
Cus’ I don’t mind,
I’m really mine!
Jesus came, and was thirsty,
And even died at thirty;
Never couldn’t buy a bugatti,
But is hailed, even at the...

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“We or barn to eat good food” ass a pay-rent I say.
sand-witches and serials cane keep yew light,
see food can bee hearty,
Jews may help yew stay fit,
bred, meet, eggs, been and milk or healthy;
butt far...

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