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In Memoriam - The Poem
To Barbara Price - My Loving Wife
April 23,1948 to January 18, 2022
By Franklin Price
01/20/2022
The years have flown, where have they gone, since nineteen sixty-nine?
When, in November, said our vows, I was yours and you were mine.
Said we'd have a life long marriage. Said that we would never part.
Those words we said, back then were true, and given from the heart.
We'd both seen disappointment from relations in the past
As we kissed, to seal the deal, we swore that it would last
More than two and fifty years ago, is when those binding words were said
Although your life has ended, they're still planted in my head.
God has taken you to Heaven, wherein his loving arms you rest.
In my heart and mind still have you. My life with you the very best.
Never thought that I'd outlive you, that was not for me to say.
Your love is still within me, and we'll meet again some day.
He took you first before me, cannot even fathom why.
I'll try to follow where he leads me until you greet me the sky
You'll always be here me, you're not going anywhere
God knows what's best for everyone, though I do not think it fair.
I'll make you proud, as you're both watching, from believers' promised land
I'll have our love, that's still within in me, until again I take your hand.
Nineteen sixty-four in the month of October
is a time Phillies fans don’t want to remember.
With a six and a half game lead in September,
victory was expected by each team member.
Philadelphia’s baseball squad was in first place.
For most of the summer, they were setting the pace.
With only two weeks remaining in the season,
an imminent pennant winning was the reason
for joy and jubilation in Philadelphia.
Anticipating fans were filled with euphoria.
However, that World Series trip was not to be.
A strange quirk of fate would alter their history.
There were only twelve more games to go.
The Phillies lost ten of them in a row.
It seems all went wrong and nothing went right.
The team lost those games during day and night.
They finally won on the season’s last day.
However, the team saw the pennant slip away.
A second place finish signaled the end of a dream.
First place went to the St. Louis Cardinals team.
It was here in this moment of sadness
where Phillies World Series tickets became worthless.
After that infamous period of disgrace,
many years passed before a title would take place.
Celebration of the day Dad was born
with a smile we treasure. We treasure
it more today than yesterday. Mom
lifted up his lips, a merry carousel,
that circled round and round
for sixty years. Dad found his smile
when he found that special “she.”
At dinner table, his dad had asked,
“What are your intentions, son?”
Dad said, “I love her, Dad!” Settled,
no more was asked. That warm ignite
was just beginning. Now us kids
pull the strings that lift up the corners
of Dad’s lips. We linger at stories,
let him express, and never suppress
his love for mom. Today we celebrate
with pizza, beef on weck, a Bill’s game,
with chocolate cake and presents,
lingering in Dad’s presence
and knowing surely Mom is in the room.
We hope Mom is in the room.
She’ll be smiling and dabbing tears.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
We are thankful
for all these years!
9/12/2021
Once upon a time, a possi or sparkle of beetles lived in an abandoned tract. The group was cloistered for being so uncooperative with hardworking beetles and for being selfish. There are adult male and female beetles that mated and lived with their young. And for each day in one whole week that all the young are being fed, the young noticed that they are like outcasts and were never permitted to play with more beetles outside their territory. From their parents, all the young learned that betrayal, lying, stealing and cheating are the basics of survival.
One night, an explosion occured in their territory -- a human-made destruction. Many beetles died and very few survived.
Two months later, a new generation of beetles with enhanced pheromones originating from the very few old survivors was created. This group of beetles was gifted with luciferin in their abdomens to spark a better lineage of beetles to enlighten the paths of the misled. Wondering how the new breed of beetles transformed into luminous ones at night, all other beetles and insects are reminded that not all bigger insects and the like will remain or prevail as predators to smaller, weaker species.
One day, when this group of beetles multiplied and was discovered by humans, they were called "fireflies."
Fireflies have emotions too, like humans. Sixty-one days or equivalent to two months, all fireflies can live. Not more than two months even ghost or purple flies can survive, to limit the extent of illumination on grasslands and running, moving waters anywhere close to human shelter.
Fireflies are not pets. They are helpful to crops and human survival. They are not pests, but nest on high grasses to protect nature and preserve human interests on exploration.
Fireflies lit
In dark places of nit
Roving lightworkers
Each night on bleak shelters
Full of life
Life in you that spark
In your mind, body and soul
Every breath of life
Soothes and sparkle in the dark
(Prosebite)
A goldfish has a memory of about three seconds
Very much like senior citizens I'd say
They're often seen aimlessly walking the streets
Wearing their dear wife's negligee
A sneeze has been recorded at travelling over
One hundred forty feet per second
Fast enough to knock a buzzard off a poop wagon
An amazing feat without question
During an average person's lifetime, one will eat
About sixty thousand pounds of food
That's the weight of about six full grown elephants
Embarrassing to be seen in the nude
In Tokyo, I'm told they sell toupees for your dog
Come on, that's just downright bizarre
Way back, “pants” was considered a bad word
That's one of the strangest facts by far
Only one person in two billion will live to be
One hundred and sixteen or older
Wonder if these geezers are still sexually active
Does the fire of passion still smoulder
The longest flight of a rooster ever recorded
Was about thirteen seconds they say
Chasing all the pretty hens around the barnyard
Clucking, “ride 'em cowboy, olé!”
Did you know Ramses Condoms were named
After the pharaoh Ramses the Second
This gentleman surely didn't use any such protection
For fathering 160, he's a legend
If you ever find yourself in a crocodile's jaws
Push your thumbs into its eyeballs
The croc will scream and immediately let go
Then run away before you get mauled
© Jack Ellison 2013
The first automobile I ever had,
I bought when I was a sixteen year old lad.
Since it was numerous times pre-owned,
Its gears and innards groaned and moaned!
It was a nineteen-thirty-seven Ford Deluxe,
And as I recall it cost two-hundred and fifty bucks.
It had sixty-five horses under the hood.
To keep apace of traffic, I pedaled as fast as I could!
The great Barney Oldfield I tried to emulate,
As roaring about town I did perambulate!
I made intimate acquaintance with many a cop,
And as a result had some serious chats with my Pop!
It was known by its sobriquet, the Blue Goose,
And although I put it through lots of abuse,
It got me and my dates to movies and proms,
But I suspect it was a bane to some anxious moms!
Since my youth I've owned finer automobiles,
But I've never been prouder of a set of wheels!
The Blue Goose got me everywhere I wanted to go,
And compared to prices today, sure cost a lot less dough!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Upside Down World
The great man and conjurer of poetic license sat behind
the analytic couch and murmured to himself that it is
all about aggression and sex lots of sex for that grave matter
it shapes the world from underneath a smouldering gun
Phallus in metaphoric metaplastic hands ideas vibrate
‘what goes up must come down’ he pondered as he smoked
the cigar piped up dreams when a pipe is simply not merely
a flute and the lute brings luscious shadows to the fore
Eros meanwhile contemplates on regal roads from joy
to consciousness at ninety-six the styx is near enough
What has the world come to he’s no more sixty-nine
where is Freud’s promise as wars rage rampantly but
flaccid skin shrivels beyond tall towers of yesteryear
when hedonistic gardens slipped quietly from paradise
Eye-sight vanished hearing demised turgor spent and forces
only a distant reminder of battles fought for the human
condition he reads ‘ARGAIV’ on the blister pack he holds
with arthritic hands his heart attacks soft memories when
the nurse wipes him clean and he slobbers his tablets
It is a downside up world and time has tattooed Eve’s apple
upside down on his loins and the growing pain of a promise
once held of a better world with kindness love and compassion
Eros with Freud in his thoughts has again mixed up his drugs
as moaning angina takes over when he swallows his swan song
He should not have kept that one VIAGRA capsule maybe and
only his world in last rites is a much better place
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my small hands cradle the glass,
the world outside our home
muffled~
inside our home,
a warm, soft glow
illuminates
the delicate
glass snow globe.
inside the lantern of glass,
a tiny village sleeps~
chimneys hold their breath
frozen mid-curl~
a single railroad track
vanishes
into powdered streets~
a church steeple
tilts slightly whispering
to the
snow drifts.
I bend closer,
the world outside~
now forgotten.
tiny windows glow
with
borrowed yellow~
plastic flames radiate
in miniature
hearths.
a tiny pine tree stands
sentinel
near the town square,
its tinsel
hung by
invisible hands.
Shake it! Dad exclaims.
I squeal with delight.
the miniature world blurs white~.
each flake suspended,
mid-fall, mid-flight,
caught between
the weight of sky
and earth.
Nothing melts here, he said, not even time.
Sixty-four years later,
something stirs
when I
shake
that lantern-shaped
snow globe~
the faint ghost
of a winter
I will always
remember.
To my hometown of the sixties, I plunge in reverie,
recalling where I found myself in nineteen sixty-three.
Each fall, the biggest thing going - was going to the fair.
My town's the Sorghum Capital; cane fields still tassel there.
Talent contests, entering pageants, gave us identity.
I played piano several years; I won in sixty-three.
My embroidered pillow cases - the best of twenty-two,
the sorghum brownies I had made were chosen for the blue.
As a school project, I worked the cotton candy machine
and won a set of silverware the year I turned sixteen.
I tried out for Miss Sorghum Queen, but stumbled, it's no joke;
and later wrote that fable down - "The Fall My Zipper Broke."
Hawesville of fifty years ago defines this hometown girl.
Gracefulness found me wanting, yet God’s grace fulfills my world.
June 23, 2017
August fools
gust for a lust
a thirst of just
what truth is first
“Mulder” is spooky
but a pretty smart cookie
“she called him Fox”
but he didn’t lookie…
greys the matter
she types in batter
and the fish
he chipped
is.way. ;)x
”...are you still laughing…?”
Knight the Butler said the Chef
A civilized relation of One do exist.
This is the Time and it’s the Measure
Means of One to Many a Treasure.
Bird songs of the same feather
weather storms of fright to light
the heather and again, come the
day we remember. Who we are.
I got your number.Gentleman. ;) WO!
you talkin’ to MOi?
et.hmm…
Was a Sumer of sixty eight and
Mother said wait. So I did.
Earthly measure stares around
MY feet are a card in sound
”... the beat…”
a gui.duck you ask?
”...2036 was the year in question…”
and seconds later,
I had the impression
they mighta been speakin’ to me.
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