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Three Score and Fifteen Years Ago
By Franklin Price
11/14/2020
Three score and fifteen years ago
I was born upon this earth
Joined a family of eight,
Was the ninth, for what it's worth
Four sisters and two brothers
A mother, father there for me
I was to be the last of them
That nevermore would be
Was brought home to my siblings
Who were shown I was a boy
They were told it was not Christmas
That I was not a little toy
Spread of ages, ten long years
Stuart Taylor to begin
Then, Nancy Ruth and Shirley Lou
Stopping then, would be a sin
Earl Joseph, Laura Gertrude
Were the next ones in the game
Judith Carol just before me
Franklin Arthur is my name
Brought home to Merritt Island
Yes, the one of lunar lore
Was then a growing citrus place
Barely had a country store
We had no city water
No AC then, you know
No TV there for watching
Listened to the radio
Milk brought by the milkman
Port Canaveral had no cruise
Truman was the president
The local paper brought the news
Many years have gone by
Helped shoot man to the moon
My father and my mother gone
Some siblings, way to soon
Nancy Ruth and Laura Gertrude
And myself are still around
They're now octogenarians
Five more years and I'll be crowned
My life has been exceptional
The best wife for fifty years
In seven days it's fifty-one
Can still remember that from here
Left High School in sixty four
Sixty- eight in Vietnam
Sixty-nine sent man off to the moon
It's great to be the who I am
Married, November, sixty-nine
To my wife and daughter too
They were the rocks within my life
For the things that I would do
Involved with start up ventures
Traveled all around the globe
Collected hotel ashtrays
Lots of shampoo and a robe
Had my own small business
A little longer than a score
Rode on Harley cycles
Three hundred thousand miles and more
Rode all the lower forty-eight
Three provinces above
A thousand miles in Africa
All of these with my true love
So you see it's been a great life
And I'm only seven- five
I got up this fine morning
It's still great to be alive
Friends and family, who read this
And know of these things I say
Know you helped to make it great
As I traveled on the way
Here's a toast to all of us
And the passed days since our birth
I'm sending love to all of you
For all that may be worth
Black Men deserve to grow old
Now they getting shot down in the street
Bodies cold
Everyday seems like a black man passes away
Do you remember when we use to say
I pray I get old one day
It's sad to say
It's a blessing to make it to 18 today ??
Little boys say to our surprise
When asked what they want to be when they grow up
Sadly they say they just want to be alive
Young boy , young man
Be all you can
When you feel like you can't be the odds
Know that you can
Know that God has a better plan
You are much wiser
Than what they critique
You are a King from your head to your feet
Do you know that you can still dream Big
Like when you were a kid
Don't let statistics
Be optimistic
And make you value yourself less
When you feel at your lowest still give it your best
Jails , cells, that's where the world feels we belong
Let's prove them wrong
That that is not our home
The system already predicts
That jail or six feet under Is it
Is it that what it has come to
No
Don't listen
To negativity
It's draining
Please let's start refraining
From doubting each other
Let's start up lifting
Using our God given talent
Let's start gifting
Shifting into new phases of life
Making things right
Keeping Christ first in our life
Continue to pray each day
And know that any weapon formed against you, got to go
Take it slow
Don't move fast
Keep your past in the past
And start building your future your foundation, your legacy
Shake it up, throw it back
You got this
That's a fact
Your dreams shouldn't die
And neither should you look through the lense a clearer view
Nothing new,keep trying
Tired of seeing you dying
Let's live, stop practicing hate
It's enough out here for everyone
Lessen your plate
Every one make mistakes
That's true
But how you correct them is up to you
I say all this to say
That our men should be valued more than we say
Yes the news will get you confused have you upset
But think positive
Think clear
Speak blessings
They are near
As I have said in the beginning
We need to stop losing (lives)
Start winning (everything)
You can , remember you are all apart of God's plan
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
11/20/2021
All around the fortified town all the systems were down, and a heavyset man took all the money and left the town in a hurry. I couldn’t understand why but he chartered a helicopter and took off to the skies and the last time I heard of him he was seen working out at the gym.
Why was he in such a hurry, I still cannot contemplate this mystery, he was here again in a jiffy, doing population census and riding on the bus.
He went drinking at the bar, and was gallivanting in the mall, with lots of shopping bags and a picturesque, tucked underneath his arm.
Heaven knows what that he was stirring up a storm. And when the day was done, he was seen with two pretty girls held close by his side dressed in tight jeans going into a night club.
The cops kept a close eye on him and they watched you watching me watching him, at midnight he came out of the club stumbling in the street and shouting above the sky about the love of his life.
The women weren’t with him; they were singing a different hymn, they went off with another man to the pool to take a swim. The waitress brought out drinks and food and placed it on a decorated table positioned at the side of the pool. It was a perfect scene for lovers locked into a dream and the furry of the night saw tension raging in the sky.
I had a funny feelings that something peculiar was about to happen and so I kept denying this terrible feeling and search for deeper meaning.
They began dining with hugs and smile as if they had known him for many years but the privacy was suddenly interrupted by a man shooting in the air. The women escaped through a tunnel that joined club and a neighboring wall and just as they made to the other side the drunken man started a brawl.
He shot the man and he fell into the pool and I watched the bleeding man suffering from gunshot wounds floating.l
He went through the back door to start up a fire storm but two bouncer’s wrestle him to the ground and slit his throat, then hurry to rescue the bleeding man floating in the pool.
I watched from a distance as the women crawled out of the tunnel and the spectacle of light shine into their faces as they made that narrow escape.
Santa Clauses were to be molten and reshaped into Holy Cross bunnies
on a mega 3D printer but then the app somehow went wrong
Chocolate trickled and trifled and mixed with fake season’s greetings
King Kong and Godzilla leaped off the assembly line with
Witches on lolly pop brooms and then the whole show went viral
Mephistopheles aliens with marshmallow ears danced merrily
Suddenly truffle snakes in seductive icing sugar bikinis tested tempted
cotton sugar candy apples as big as paradise vowed and allowed
They all swirled swished and tumbled to cacophonous tunes that had
to be labelled as retro and neo-modern-classical rap-sorties
At the exit of malfunctioning malls the Easter display went a tad pear-shaped
as soon as the rabbits slipped out of their hats and mounted the chickens
The mistress and master of ceremonial clangour had at problem at hand
and some egg on their faces thus they squirted and squinted
They pondered and squandered with no solution untouched for the task
how to make more profits and be politically correct just the same
‘Megalomania’ and ‘Mega-High-Money’ the respective CEO’s of ‘Turn water into
wine’ and the start-up ‘Chocolate Merry Go Round for the Soul’
Could not fail in this venture as not to have their heathen bonuses
dissolved into cocoa mousse splash
After meetings and brain storms pilot studies and polls they decided to craft
a whole new religion (the Independent Unseasonal Reformed Epiphanists)
Fortunately the United Philistines of Consumption were too busy to notice that
the newly created faithful were simply rehashing an old dogma of money
What a shame that those lovely chocolate coins have gone out of fashion and
That Buddhists would not want their spiritual model to melt under the fig tree
09th April 2018 Written for the contest Easter 2018
Finding Presence
Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move
Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing emphysema-regrets
Merging with the early morning smells and start-up images
City’s reality mix awakening
Conscious-walking shakes loose somnolence
Opening eyes to the gargoyles atop historic landmarks
Their stoic residence mirrored in all-glass surroundings
Urban growth towering over huddling addicts of all types
Weary of sleepless nights
Enjoined by occasional pouting mannequins
Dressing light-starved windows
Poised to portray tourist-trap knockoffs
Rayon for silk
Fantasy for verity
Predatory “going out of business” choices ubiquitous
Shut down shops—beaten
Barely open shops—clinging
Wanderers drifting listlessly
Rising early by guilty conscience
Some prodding their welfare bodies to move
Others fearing unfaithful one-nighters become known
Old widows lean from their tenement windowsills
Having endured another sleepless night of heat
Too poor to leave the city
Too proud to ask of children
Soon
Sunrise bathes the grayness with color
Subway entrances congest
Yellow cabs begin cacophonous warm-ups
Like an orchestra of out-of-tune instruments
Their blasts are met with the inescapable “Taxi!” “Taxi!”
Deli workers spread cream cheese
Warm Bear Claws
Brew bad coffee
Wish their customers “have a good one”
Keeping secure their jobs
For another day
Returning home
Five flight walk up
One’s feet beg relief from the morning roam
A pull on the carton of OJ
A flip-on of the two-burner
The water to boil
A drop into the drug-from-the-dumpster-couch
Chock-Full-Of-Nuts in waiting
Want ads front and center
A few deep breaths
Just another day
Surviving the city
The heats beating down on the back of my neck
and a river of sweat's runnin’ down my spine
I swear I would trade away my last red cent
for any kind of shade that I just might find
The sun is so hot it's burned away the chance
of any cloud that might saunter into view
The thermometer has reach o'er a hundred
and the clock just now hit a quarter past two
I ain't seen a hide nor hair of any rain
Since back... well heck, I only wish I could tell
I’ve always thought of Montana as Heaven
but I'd swear right now it sure feels more like Hell
My tongue is a hangin’ pert near to the ground
I think ole Jilly Gal's just about to drop
But there's still five more miles to get to Tree Creek
where for the night we will be able to stop
About six I begin to feel a small breeze
as it comes gently drifting across the plains
I'll be jiggered if when I look to the south
the horizon looks like it’s holding some rain
Glory hallelujah I cried to my horse
as I felt the breeze stiffen into a wind
I hoped it wouldn't be too much longer now
before a little rain might finally begin
Six fifteen rolls by and brings rumbling thunder
and bright streaks of lightning flash across the sky
My rejoicing turns to prayers that wildfires
don't start up because the grass has been so dry
By six thirty the air has a chill to it
might be more than rain from what my nose can tell
On the open prairie there's no worse thing to
bring dread to a cowboy more than pelting hail
Six forty-five three drops of rain have fallen
onto the brim of my dusty Stetson hat
By seven the sun is shining bright again
the wind died off and put a quick end to that
Seven thirty and all hope of rain has left
leaving the prairie parched and the flies to swarm
I look up at the sky and know that I have
survived another Montana’s summer storm
The muslims say assalaam alaikum
The jews say shalom
But there isn't any peace in the home
My grandmother just called the police on the neighbors across the street cause
they don't get along
She thinks they are selling that "cane"
And since they moved in, the neighborhood hasn't been the same
When you angry with life you need someone to blame
And when you hurt in life you want anesthesia for the pain
When bad days turn to months and then turn to years
Sometimes you are crying inside and no body sees the tears
So much is going on people don't see
But beyond that I got something I to teach
About whatever you sow "that" you will truly reap
Now I know I ain't talkin to farmers but I know y'all some people that know about
Karma
Like when my boi Matt didn't pay his tithes and his car wouldn't start up
And He had to start catching that marta
He thought he was smarta
But God proved to be smarta
If you play hard with Him
He'll play harder
And if you got a seed, a little boi or daughter
Make sure you tell'em you love'em and give'em that water
Man! We need some fathers
But ain't no body fathering fathers
So we got a generation thats caught up
In retail and tearing the mall up
And little girls growing up looking for ballers
The fertilizer of pop-culture and the hood is mass producing a generation of
Shoulds and coulds
Should be better, They could be better
If they would pursue character than that cheddar
But it starts in the home and the home starts in us
If we can't confide in our parents then who can we trust
Train a child,raise a child in the way they should go
And when they're old they'll be sure not to depart
Because of that seed you placed in they're heart
Plant a seed in your seed
And watch the fruit
Whatever is placed in them is what they'll produce
A new day has begun
When the sun shines lightining it up,
when the moon shades starts to fade off...
A new smell of hope surrounds,
A new feeling of comfort in the heart, is occupied,
with every morning start up..
And That is how I feel when I have you around...
My heart beats fast,
My stomach is filled with butterflies,
My eyes can not roll around,
They Just enjoy the scene of you infront,
On my mind, there are no thoughts...
Just because, every word you say
is being engraved inside...
As I look behind the window shades,
I see part of the outside world,
An incomplete image to say...
As I look further and further
I see more and more of what I expected
and what I never thought of before..
And this is how it is going with you..
Each and every day, I see something in you
that is totally new,
a new side that is totally innocent and pure..
a new Smile.. That makes my day...
As gorgeous as it could be...
It is true that you should smile
so that the world smiles back at you,
And I do smile, so as YOU smile back at me...my world.....
With you a new presepective of life is drawn
A new path is to dig,
A new world, that sounds to be so big..
But with you.. we shall face,
Any sadness or drops down,
To smiles and extreme heart felt happiness
we shall replace..
I can not describe how I feel
as you drove me to a wandering state
Heart confusion phase,
Mind Explosion Stage..
Just because you have owned my soul....
You are a charming star
who I wish will keep on lit in my life..
Who I wish will never fade off
after the rain,
who will never cause the pain...
Who will never be a dream
out of reach and aim....
And if it is so...
So let me sleep Forever...
Form:
The first time I lost a tooth,
I thought my world had ended,
See I had a crush at school,
So I had a lot of impressing to do…
I was six years old.
The first time she spoke to me, my crush,
Must have been the first time my heart learnt to dance,
I’m pretty sure it cracked part of my ribcage that day…
It was hardly a conversation though,
Starting with her asking if I had an eraser,
And ending with me just shaking my head,
Precisely five seconds…
I remember revisiting those five seconds
For countless nights to come,
Reliving every second like
It was a drop of honey on a dry sour tongue; priceless!
The second time I had to experience
Such an encounter that left an immortal mark on my heart
I was fourteen,
My heart still navigating the intricate waters of passion,
She was still blossoming into a woman,
Everything busting and curving its way into beauty,
This time, we were almost old enough to fake a conversation,
Useless questions and over drawn laughs to out of proportion jokes,
We were old enough to bond,
But not old enough to make it last…
The third time our paths crossed,
I was already adrift in the wild shores of love,
I was on the verge of giving up
My heart was bruised too much to bleed for anyone else,
She was hesitant to trust a man,
Life had thrown the worst at her heart,
Now she had shut it in walls,
But now we were both too mature to pretend
We were both tired of being anything but ourselves,
We let it be natural,
Our hearts floated on their own and they found each other,
I learnt that I never needed a tooth to impress her,
The same way she never needed an eraser to start up a conversation,
We just needed to be ourselves,
And love would connect us in eternal bond…
The imprudent wind has ceased his movement,
The unsympathetic rain has dried the thriving soil,
The moon, so bright, increased it’s earthbound light,
The world has been covered in the remaining shadows.
Call upon the angels, you believed in as a child,
You’You will feel nothing but a cruel emptiness,
A malicious joke the religious has forced upon you,
Nobody can help the world of today.
Love was once the tribute to a life lived,
Now it’s a headstone, a grave, an end.
Love is now heartless to the needs of you,
In your future, lay vacant lands and broken dreams.
You can lust for me, but I won’t lust for you,
Love has taken most of us prisoners,
Confined to that one whose memories are inescapable,
You’re lost, lonely, forgotten ambitions are shattered.
Climb to the top, where you might find refuge,
Peer over the edge to see how extreme your fall will be,
You feel the wind start up, the rain starts to descend,
The moon disappears and you are left in the darkness.
Try to find your feet in this mess of a place,
So close to the edge, you can feel the drop that awaits you,
Leering in the background is a shadow as you fall,
That shadow has a name, you just haven’t been introduced.
Love is a simple form of suicide, disguised as a pretty package,
Laying underneath the ribbons and bows is an unbound treachery,
You cannot be taught this, you unwillingly learn of it’s unkindness,
After it pushes you to your end …
Then you realize you’You have always been forlorn,
Walking in a world of blind fools who continue to believe,
That love is a gift, love is a remuneration of dedication,
Love is nothing. Love is an evil progeny. Love is torture.
Love is a disillusioning lie.