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Happiness
By Franklin Price
4/7/2015
inspired by June Baker
Happiness how to define
Is your happiness the same as mine
Having things for which hell bent
Or is it just to be content
Keeping up with Alias Jones
Expensive cars and camera phones
Yachts and mansions first class cruisers
If you don't have them are you losers
Do you eat and have your fill
Not be in doubt of your next meal
When it rains be dry inside
Make enough to stem the tide
Wealth is not about the cash
To have it all a frantic dash
To strive for things that mean so little
Above contentment all's a piddle
What does it take to be content
Find happiness at least a glint
Dwell on the basics and you will find
Happiness and peace of mind
Self is first of all the most
To love yourself but not to boast
Then treat all others as if were you
Contentment comes as if on cue
"Dam it ...
I said dam it!!" she cried,
Tears soft-swimming in her eyes,
Welling up like the swift torrent inside her ...
"Can you not see the rising submergence in my gaze?
My vessel is yet full," she pleaded, "and will soon runneth over!
The waters of my ravishment have flooded the lowlands to breaking,
And the banks of my best intentions can no longer stem the tide within!
Please ... please be my sad salvation, and do what you must,
For should you not shore up this trickle of passions,
The levees shall most assuredly break,
And quickly drown us both!"
Indeed, he thought,
Brightening.
175,000 Corona Ghosts
The corona ghosts get together
The 175, 000 band together
And vow to haunt the living
As the voice of the dead
Need to be heard
In the halls of power
They march to the WH
Surrounding the people’s house
And the Senate and the Capitol
Chanting
We are the voices
of the dead
The Corona ghosts
And our voices
Will not be silenced
We will be heard
And we will overcome
If you don’t need our warning
You too will join us
In Corona hell
The ghosts camp out everywhere
Thousands of them
Fill every corner of the city
Silently starting
The faces and voices
Of the dead
Shaming the leaders
Who still refuse
To do anything
To stem the tide
As General Corona
Continues his rampage
When will this all end
This death
This preventable death
Of the corona damned
I don’t want to hate…but when I hear hate spewing from other people’s mouths…when I see the way certain people are treated for being who they are…when I see Ukrainians on the run…
I don’t want to hate…is easier said…than done.
But that’s what hate is counting on in its never-ending attack…
Hate feeds upon itself…and grows larger every moment we hate back.
After reading the news this morning…which was not a good way to start…
I began my walk angry…with hate filling up my heart…
Until, that is, I heard the unmistakable singing of the morning dove…
she made me smile as she reminded me of all the things in life there are to love.
It’s something I struggle to do when hate attacks…
when I’m trying to weather her endless storms…
I try to think of love…in all her different sizes… shapes and forms.
Because love will also feed itself…and if nurtured will never end…
So I think about the love I have for my family…and my friends.
I think of how I love sunrises and sunsets…the way the clouds float on the breeze…
how I love the birds that fly, the mountains high…the flowers and the trees.
I think of how I love ice cream and chocolate…riding in a car…p
The smell in the air after a rain…rainbows…peanut butter in a jar.
I think of how I love my morning walks…sharing it with the possums and raccoons…
trying to find the big dipper…watching the phases of the moon.
When the waters of hate come flooding in from the ground or raining from the sky above
I do my best to stem the tide…by filling my sandbags with love.
The higher the flood waters of hate rise…the more sandbags of love I need…
my goal is to keep is to keep from drowning…until the waters of hate recede.
Are you ready for forgiveness,
has that time finally come
You’ve done everything else in life,
holding back on just that one
Is it time to say “I’m sorry,”
for the hurt and pain you’ve caused
Is it time to shed false glory,
and end this dreadful pause
Is it time to try and reconnect,
with those loved ones that you left
Is it time your pride no longer hides,
behind the grandest theft
Are the tears then real for what’s gone by,
to which river do they flow
Has the time now come to stem the tide
—and let your feelings show
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Fifteen people on a tour
Of Scotland on a bus.
Thirteen strangers, plus the guide
And driver rode with us.
Like a dance, we do-si-doed
And joined or pulled apart,
While learning ‘bout each other;
Group dynamics got to start.
Our leader was the one in charge,
Deciding times and routes,
His local knowledge vast and true;
Of that we had no doubts.
But certain discontentments grew
Against our Scottish guide,
Whose rogue decisions made things worse
And couldn’t stem the tide.
Complaints were made; the plug was pulled,
The mutiny complete,
Our trusty driver leading now
From in the driver’s seat.
The group was jelled - well, more or less,
And all are much less stressed
Since our bounty of discomfort
Laid the awkwardness to rest.
When people said that Ruth should go,
I argued they were wrong.
Today, of course, we sadly know
She stuck around too long.
Unfortunately, now it seems
We’re destined to repeat
Mistakes to ruin all our dreams
And knock us off our feet.
Dear Jill, your husband’s done his best
To bring this country back,
But nothing seems to have suppressed
Each worrying attack.
No matter if he has the strength
And gumption to go on,
Opponents will seek any length
To guarantee he’s gone.
Perception’s power overrules
Reality, and so,
Before democracy unspools,
Let’s save the status quo.
Your influence is needed now
For Joe must step aside
And such a move might just allow
The cause to stem the tide.
Dear Serena Williams…I want to take a moment and apologize to you
for something I didn’t say…something I did not do.
As we waited under a crab apple tree for our pizza the other day
a group of people wanting to share our shade sat a few feet away.
They were loud..a bit obnoxious…as they sat so close beside me…
and when their conversation turned to tennis…anger boiled inside me.
When the subject turned to you Serena…words I’ll never forget
one man laughed saying why would I want to watch a gorilla hitting balls across the net.
His conversation partners chuckled…my heart dropped to the ground…
this man was spewing his bigotry…and there were children running ‘round.
We didn’t want to hear any more so as soon as we were able
we took our pizza and our anger and moved…to a different table.
It should have been a wonderful moment…eating pizza on a beautiful day in the south
but every bite of pizza…left a bad taste in my mouth.
I was angry…as we took our pizza and walked off in a huff…
but I realized a little later…my anger’s not enough.
I wish someone had said something…
I wish that someone was me…
to let them know I didn’t care for their arrogance and bigotry.
I wish that I had done something…even though I was outmanned
to show them just how wrong they were…to help them understand.
I hope when faced with a similar situation I’ll change the paradigm…
and work to stem the tide of bigotry…one person at a time.
Serena, my sincere apology is all I have to offer you today
next time I promise I’ll try harder to find the right words to say.
DO YOU SEE?
Did you see the picture of the swollen-bellied child,
Beset with flies nobody had the strength to brush away?
Did you see his mother, as weak as he is,
Whose one remaining hope is that he dies first;
Not to be left to die alone?
Have you seen the water hole,
Shared by incontinent wild-life,
Where they are forced to drink each day?
Who cares?
The aid worker cares,
Risking health and sanity
Trying to stem the tide of human suffering
While supplies dwindle.
Did you see the pictures of the latest fighter plane?
One hundred million pounds a time.
The government’s ordered eight
Eight hundred million pounds available it seems,
To kill people
What price saving some?
Who cares?
The child doesn’t react to the sonic boom above
Only the flies panic and briefly leave him
Did you see those pictures of the other side of Mars?
Have you seen the budget for man’s never ending quest
To understand the galaxy and the origin of stars.
Who cares about the origin of stars?
The child with distended belly and flies on his eyes,
Will not see the other side of tonight.
Who cares what’s on the other side of Mars?
Who cares?
11th February 2020
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If You are Having Any Doubt
By Franklin Price
01/23/2020
I have been thinking for awhile,
Few on the hill, reach 'cross the aisle.
If we are having any doubt,
Then we should vote their asses out.
Don't vote along the party line,
Always, not good, and not so fine.
Vote those who listen, side to side,
Will bring back balance, stem the tide
We should not vote one party in.
They will not listen to begin.
Will only do as they think best.
To hell with us and all the rest.
We the people, are the sheep.
We've put us here, we're in so deep.
It's up to us, to dig us out
That's what our country's all about