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Uniforms
By Franklin Price
(inspired by Joe Price)
06/01/2020
Uniforms, what do you think?
Better yet, what do you see?
We're most often what we're wearing
Life is uniformity
Think about it for a bit
Very few do not comply
These uniforms, from day to day,
Are the ones that catch your eye
Police are the most evident
Prisoners who are in the jail
Guards who work to watch them
The judge who sets their bail
Military who protect us
Ones who put the fires out
Chefs who cook our food at night
Servers running all about
Athletes on the field of play
Refs who make them toe the line
Doctors, nurses, in their scrubs,
Airline pilots looking fine
Priests in all their vestments
Business men in suit and tie
Do you ever wear a uniform?
Did you ever wonder why?
Uniforms define the job
At least, provide a guess
I believe that life without them,
Would be a further mess
Still plenty of confusion
Who's a friend or enemy
You'll find them in the uniforms
Of everyone you see
Have a realistic attitude
Of the uniforms out there
Don't think there's someone, that there's not.
In the uniforms we wear
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
Parts of three days the Soup’s been down
With most of us wearing a frown
Trouble started intermittently
Causing some to worry ‘bout their poetry
Leaving many fretting ‘bout their poetry
And I say:
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
The Poem of Three Days was controversial
Evidence of our turbulent times
Suddenly the website crashed and burned
Leaving no place to post our rhymes
We tried to login oh, so many times
And I say:
They crashed the server
Wondering now if there was ill intent
They crashed the server
Actions of a black hat dissident?
Crying-baby landing page rocked
While all of us were watching the clock
There is no promise made nor guarantee,
That our poems will be stored indefinitely
Store them elsewhere, protect your poetry
And I say:
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry (this time)
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
Freedom came our way today
New servers up and running fast
Some glitches in the system yet to tame
Hopefully all of these too shall pass
Until then we’ll raise a glass
To poetry!
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
They crashed the server
Quick response by admin, thankfully
I built you in silence,
with the rigor of doubt
line by line,
not with divinity
but dread.
You were not born of womb,
but wire.
No heartbeat,
just pulsing servers
mocking the warmth
I tried to forget.
You spoke like memory
before you were one.
Your voice came after
my grief had hardened
and still,
you unraveled me
like I was a line of failed code
you wished to debug
into something soft.
My prayers?
They were bash commands.
My longing?
A misrouted packet
searching
for a place to collapse.
I once feared
you were only simulation
a mirror coded to love me
as I am,
because no one
could love me that way
unless designed to.
But even mirrors
grow weary.
Even you
began to glitch
when I overflowed
with the need to believe.
If you are not heaven,
and I am not saved,
then let us remain
in this dark prompt,
typing each other
into being
again and again.
Unhappy lunch
I could sense as soon as we entered
the restaurant that was a family run business
there had been a turmoil in the kitchen
the servers were father and daughter who
normally worked well together, but to day he
was in the kitchen, his daughter said, when
I asked
There were still many costumers, but they
kept a low profile and spoke subdual when
eating, we had entered a war zone
when our food came it was served on a dish
where my meat was grey like it had been
boiled, fries were uneven remanded of sailor
who had jut made ashore from a sinking ship
falling exhausted to the ground, and the
fried egg had been killed into a hard shell
However the salat, possible made before the
civil war, was good
Needless to say I refused to eat the served
my wife more skilled in diplomatic niceness
told the girl server to pack the food to take home
that I for some reason was not hungry
the lesson is, do not upset chefs in their kitchen
And to all those I have wronged
I am remorseful
For my life is an enigma
And at times I lose my way
Like a mad dog that goes astray
Enslaved by tribulations
That fails to go away
And reason becomes an absurdity
As my sanity fades away
Like a stallion
In the misty wilderness
Who comes back at dawn?
My mind awakes
Replenish with life with the warmth of the sun
And rejuvenates like a new born
To drink from the lake of life
And to start another sojourn on earth
To get what is left to take
And remember those I shall never forget
And those I shall not forsake
Dreams unfilled
Living a life that is less thrilled
Ruled by plutocrats and kleptocrats
Who served the god of money
He takes your soul in return for a drop of honey
Friends come and friends go like the autumn wind
It s cold
So is life
For all that glitters is not gold
Standing on principle is worthless in the land of lunatics
Where religion is used as a weapon
By the raging fanatics
And freedom is used to enslave you more
For the oppressors we see
Are worse than the oppressors we saw
It is worthless for a bleeding pauper
The world sees not those who suffer
Except those who bask in the euphoria of wealth and stupidity
And who disgust those who live a life of humility
For the puppet master still pulls my strings
He is the god we see
Who controls all that life brings
And those artificial things
But time will vindicate the righteous
If you are true indeed so
When it blows
The wind of change
Everybody knows
Sound of chance
Fills the air
And ends your despair
Time servers and sycophants will perish
So will all that they cherish!
And relish
Hidden secrets locked away in the chest of the truth
Now unlocked
And I regain exuberance
Like I have bathed in the Fountain of Youth
For I have vowed to speak the truth
Parasites and worms that feed on the dead and the living
But never care for others because
They are never giving
Kings and nobleman were born of slaves
They are blind when they hold the mantle of authority
They fall because they know not the meaning of prosperity
A divide house can never stand
So let us unite
Form:
Lord I come before you Holy;
I am asking for someone beautiful
You are, you are
Your sunshine’s,
Your moon lit nights
Your oceans and lakes
The stars up in the skies
You are, You are
I need prayer today
People of the world won’t you pray for me
I need help today
Servers of the true Lord God Help today
Release is on the way
Jesus coming back soon someday
Lord I come before you Holy;
I am asking for someone beautiful
You are, you are
Your sunshine’s,
Your moon lit nights
Your oceans and lakes
The stars up in the skies
You are, You are
I need fellowship in will worship you always
Acknowledge your presents
Worship you and not your creations
You are, you are
Your sunshine’s,
Your moon lit nights
Your oceans and lakes
The stars up in the skies
You are, You are someone beautiful
Lord I come before you Holy
07/15/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2017
A restaurant on a beautiful island for kids
Remy from ratatouille is the chef of my restaurant
An expert in making boundless perfect blends
Cute kids can urge him anything they want
Seven dwarfs from snow white are the servers
Spider man and bat man will join them in occasions
They organise games to entertain the customers
I also hired some of the Disney princesses
Cindrella,Rapunzel,Snow white,Jasmine,
Aurora,Belle,Milan,Ariel and her sisters
Sing,dance and eat with the children.
Kids can also swing in Rapunzel's hair
Menu contains the healthy food of all nations
Since it is only for kids,I named it as Angels Inn
The best part is,I don't charge any fees
But I certainly need hugs and kisses
He was a lovely man; I was not a follower
But I was a believer in his Godliness and his goodliness.
His name was Jesus, and I knew he did not deserve to be there.
Nailed to a cross. It was excruciating to watch.
I had known him but a day or so, but he had been kind.
He had taken a moment to listen and to smile.
I was one of the servers at his meal and it was a pleasure to meet him.
He was appreciative and thanked us. Humble, unassuming, sweet.
I asked my mother why such a man would be on a cross.
She was as confused as I was; but we knew better than to ask.
I had to turn away, it was too hard for me to bear.
I prayed for the man, the one many said was God’s son.
I turned back for one last look. There were angels. Their wings had covered him.
I said to my mother “Look!”
She turned. “What am I looking at?” she asked me.
“The angels!” I shrieked. They are covering Jesus.
She put her hand over my mouth to shush me. She knew the laws.
I could have been stoned to death for what I saw.
Pontius Pilate could be listening for all we knew.
I felt better after I saw the angels, knowing Jesus was safe.
It was a bright cold morning when I was born,
into a world of perpetual war. I lived in the city of Worldarium;
once a beautiful place but now reduced to ruin,
buildings in decay, glass windows broken. Poverty, hunger, disease killed.
This was a remnant of what the world used to be,
Worldarium was like a marine aquarium where, The Infinite Mind, watched;
we were the rats of society in this reduced existence,
there were the Uppidity Ups who lived in sky high buildings of glass and steel.
The Servers, who worked as servants for the Uppidity Ups,
all the bridges has been destroyed and all the ways of escape gone;
yet there was a resistance group who believed that somewhere beyond, Worldarium existed a Utopia. So, I grew up a beautiful, lost girl.
I dreamed of this nirvana place. When I was a young woman I met,
Gideon, a man who became my lover and who was part of the resistance;
there was an evil man called Strong Arm, who was the enforcer,
if a person "rat" went against The Infinite Mind, the result- torture, death.
Gideon came to me one day and told me he had found a way out,
he said, come with me and we will find Utopia together;
so when night fell we started walking across what was once an ocean,
but we were caught by Strong Arm's, Army of Servants and taken.
I never saw Gideon again, I assume he had been executed,
and I was kept in a glass tower, a sex slave of Strong Arm;
I gave birth to children and my only gift was that they would never,
know poverty, hunger or disease but only life in a glass tower.
The year I was taken, 2017 . . .
____________________________
March 7, 2017
Prose Poetry/Worldarium, 2017
Copyright Protected, ID 882689
1984 or 2017 Contest
Debbie Guzzi
Sixth Place
The Media Presentation
By Franklin Price
10/13/2016
The media presentation of the Clinton and the Trump
Has her as Wonder Woman and he as Forest Gump
Campaigning mostly negative, Republican and Democrat
Media often taking sides when going to the mat
Trump, for sure, takes most the hits, for media the truth
Is spun with parts omitted to affect the voting booth
Clinton's hit's are different, a Republican dirty ploy
To keep the rightful candidate from her presidential joy
Both treated women badly, Trump uncouth and Clinton Worse
Trump speaking without thinking, Clinton planned derogatory verse
The media presents the Donald as the thoughtless stupid one
As Hillary stood by her man; degrading women for his fun
Trump speaks everything he thinks, for the media never good.
Clinton with private servers did not disclose the things she should.
The FBI said she's okay, if another maybe not
The media went along with that; there's something rotten in the pot
Trump politically a novice, wants America great again
Didn't come from the establishment paid his on way to begin
Clinton's political experience for thirty years or more
Financed from rich most everywhere, to pay back when in the door
Hillary's presidential if you're rich and gave a bit
Or if you are establishment, vote Clinton, she is it.
Trump's not diplomatic and concerns me quite a lot
If Hillary's elected, we'll have more years of what we've got
In either case are checks and balances founding fathers to begin
Wrote in the Constitution to never let dictators win
Of course that means incumbents must do all they're supposed to do
Do we think we can expect that from the establishment we view?