Long Soaped Poems

I always wanted to be a medieval jester,
the one who sneaks up behind the queen
and makes her guess who caressed her.
I always wanted to be the Lord of Misrule,
King Lear's sad fool,
and the one who...

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10 o'clock am the morning 
Quest: A country side bike ride.
Molly woke Dolly and Damian.
Woke Everyone on that July 
Morning of 2038. They had a Bicycle 
Expedition to tend to plus a newly
Minted swimming pool...

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The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With an old suit and hat of Granddads, I became a...

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‘She’s on again - the annual campin’ trip regatta,
and we’ve got ourselves together for our plans to Wonnangatta. 
The high country; you can’t beat it for the peace and quiet
unless of course some plans get...

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Kerry Ann gleamed with undeterred joy and twinkled in anticipation

It was her birthday and as a true Sagittarius she had colourful vision 

And a sharp bow for shooting the moon to get closer to serious...

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i just chilled around the garage sale
my mom made me come
i so wanted to bail
any who these kawinkadinks are for a bum

i turn my head to the left
i turn my head to the right
it had...

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Juniper blended with the richness of Mohagany 
as the well soaped Maidens accompliced 
in the impness of Dawn.
A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon, 
and Clove prepared expectations. 
The morning fog was lifting her...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers, hot towel, then lathered with a brush,
he’ll shave you with...

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Don't say you love me with a rose, your generic  lines of poetry reading off like a gift card from the dollar store, your hurried scrambled lines of apology jotted down with a dying...

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Albeit cold shower with sudden zoo
ming onset of
brisk fallen temperatures
may not be amenable to you
dear reader, but after Matthew
sets to washing
creating substantial lather,

visited with healthy slew
of frothed shampooed hair do
(cuz - jest like
Spongebobsquarepants,
I like abundant...

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Although you don't mean to be,
you're funny to behold
and when you pull those faux-pas,
my laughter can't be controlled.

First you tie yourself in knots 
and then climb up the wall.
I find you in the laundry	
or in...

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Although you don't mean to be,
you're funny to behold
and when you pull those faux-pas,
my laughter can't be controlled.

First you tie yourself in knots 
and then climb up the wall.
I find you in the laundry	
or in...

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Halloween Two Oh One Nine 
By Franklin Price
10/31/2019

Halloween two-oh-one-nine
Not what it used to be
As when I trick or treated
And the candy was for me

There were no giant super stores
With costumes by the score
No internet, no...

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"A Game of Snakes and Ladders"

It’s like a game,
a game of 
Snakes
and Ladders,

some spend their lives
climbing ladders
up the corporate sticks
sliding all the way 
back down on their sore
sweet and sorry revelations
soap boxes thrown and burnt
like...

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"canon service"

“We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly
like he was untainted as holy water 
from the incorruptible font,
he had an upward inflection in his voice 
at the end of every punctuated point,
delivered like a...

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The Old Hand Saw


...for Ted Kooser

 

It belonged to my dad. 

More antique than useful it lay 

in my tool box begging to be used.

Soaped and sharpened so many times 

its blade was dull and...

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BY  ANY  OTHER  NAME


Turned-down petals ready for kissing. Her glove
So velveteen;  and with unseen love
A teardrop of silver dews on her gentle curve nigh
In hope that  a lover may pass...

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Oh, the springs run to the rivers
And the redbuds paint the banks,
As the dogwoods burst to bloomin’
And the cowboys all give thanks.

They’ll be dustin’ off their saddles,
Checkin’ cinches and their string,
When that range all starts...

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...for Ted Kooser

It belonged to my dad. 
More antique than useful it lay 
in my tool box begging to be used.
Soaped and sharpened so many times 
before use, its blade was now dull and lifeless.
I...

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...for Ted Kooser


A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it...

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...for Ted Kooser

 
A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took...

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...for Ted Kooser

 
A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took...

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...for Ted Kooser

A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it...

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A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used. 
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry. 
I took it...

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He turned off the running water,
soaped his face not glancing at the mirror,
a long night ahead.

He had four shadows
on the four walls of this rental,
not a good sign.

When later he turned the bedside light on,
the...

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