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Sweet Sixteen
By Franklin Price
12/31/2016
Sweet sixteen is moving on; tonight will be its last.
Tomorrow is another year, today will be the past.
A hundred years ago tonight, World War One was on at will.
Horses drawing caissons on mostly dirt roads still
Radios were barely blaring, no television yet,
No computers in our lives, of course no internet.
Operator assisted telephones, used by the upper sect.
Birds were the ones who tweeted, not the president elect
My how times have changed since then, is it really for the best?
A whole new set of challenges to put us to the test.
The world is now much smaller with Internet and instant news;
Provided by most anyone, some lies, some truthful views
ISIS recruiting wirelessly, from the lost and searching throng
Politicians with their pockets full, asking, “Whatever could be wrong?”
The last trains that are running are about to leave the track
No respect is left for anything, “Will we ever get it back?”
The world is now a different place, most accomplished by cell phone;
Conversation, text and tweet; seldom face to face alone
We meet with friends on Facebook or some other cyber way
The expense of transportation limits traveling today.
With sixteen coming to an end, as the clock strikes twelve tonight,
As the ball drops down in Times Square, pray that things will be alright.
Seventeen will be another year, let's work together for the best.
Work with those who work with us, contend with all the rest.
Happy New Year to you; whether a stranger or a friend.
Strive with me to make you, the latter, by the end.
In the Year of seventeen, be the best that you can be.
Offer a friendly hand to all, it will be better, you will see.
DECIDUOUS LOVE
I always thought our love was evergreen,
Strong through every season of the year.
We made our marriage vows for all to hear;
We fell in love when you were sweet sixteen,
As strong a love as there had ever been.
Whatever life would throw we had no fear.
I’d be content so long as you were near.
So how did things turn sour in between?
Our summer passion faded all too fast
And autumn promised darker days ahead.
Soon the leaves of our love began to fall
And, though we tried to resurrect the past,
So one-by-one those feelings turned to dread
Until, at last, there was no love at all.
The Old House at the End of the Road
The old house stood as a silent token
of days long past and times unspoken;
a memory of what used to be.
Forlorn and old it stood its ground;
but around its walls are haunting sounds
amid the rotting gray debris.
The laughter’s silent party noise
is missing with the party boys
and girls in fancy good-time dress,
no longer gracing rooms and halls
or sweet sixteen and party balls;
gone, all but memory’s sweet caress.
The grass is dead around the edges,
and holes are left where once grew hedges
near by the picket fence now gone;
the leafless tree will stand its guard
until there are no steps or yard,
and darkness falls with western sun.
I saw that house in its glory days
when kissed by sun and golden rays,
but it has fallen on hard times now.
Gone are the occupant’s rigid dreams
all but a memory, or so it seems,
but it will live again somehow.
It lives again in hearts and minds
of those who lived there and their kind;
who live and love and do their best
to live the way life ought to be
with carefree grace beneath the tree
to stand against time’s onward quest.
"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes
You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"
Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you
Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter
A girl's first date; she's sixteen.
The older boy is a prize.
He flutters hearts with green eyes -
so suave and worldly-wise
The young Adonis picks up
Sweet Sixteen; he has a plan -
they go to the county fair.
Thrills are guaranteed!
After a few scary rides,
She trembles with excitement.
Soon in the chill of the night,
he will make his move.
When atop the ferris wheel,
he wraps one arm around her.
As she snuggles into him,
her heart is racing.
For a moment the wheel stops,
and their lips meet in a kiss.
Oh, the thrill of youth's passion!
Nothing else compares.
Written Dec. 8, 2015
Mummy Sade as one of the covenant child
Of Abraham , and indeed the child of Pa Noah
Whatever she lays her hand upon
Becomes instantaneously prosperous
Similola as the connotes, resting continually
In, beside ,out and within wealth.
Hardly will one know that all the while
Mama Ondo keeps calling her name to ascertain
Whether she was sleeping or not, echoing:
Roseline , Similola
Se we sun e e
Yei me sun
Se me e piroro e e
She was not dizzying but looking into her tomorrow.
She has steadily piroro into God’s abundant wealth.
Rose a discreet philanthropist
Ordained to give out to sundry and all
Like the cheerful Samaritan.
Shinning Rose, an African woman with good
Burning desires for others .
Roseline, a woman like a man
In the business world ,full of energy, Passion
And exceptional knowledge
You remain a source of inspiration
And wisdom to many
No wonder why you are a star
In the sky shinning in a million way
Rose, an African Queen
Ever beautiful as the early morning roses
Smiling Similola,
Pretty and charming like sweet sixteen
Even in her ten out of Golden Jubilee
Rejoice for today is the day
Made by the Lord.
Alayande Stephen .T
August 10th,2005
7.30am
Packaged for my Aunty’s Birthday in London
Its was one of my earliest poem, hence, the
Colloquial usage in the poem.
Form:
Sweet 16, Sealed in Wax
Nothing compares, can't hold a candle,
To our togetherness in love,
Hand in hand we share our "One-dle",
As a ship in harbor, we nestle in our cove!
Nothing's like sweet sixteen,
Enamored , married & matched to Barbara,
"Aishes Chayil" humble yet royal queen,
She has "tzniusly" survived Chaim's parabola!
16 annuals as one, traditionally one gifts wax,
Not diamonds nor strings of pearls,
Our companion hood Bananagrams max,
Together, our joy unfurls!
Also known as Blooma Yehudis,
"Blossom of Thankfulness" is her label,
Such crocus lotus presence is greater than Buddha's,
Barbara's loyal! Her love sturdy as a cable!
Sweet 16 flies by like an arrow,
Bezrat Hashem, we'll be together for many more,
This verse is composed in Chaim's marrow,
There's affection aplenty yet in store!
Barbara's put up with O.C.D. plus Ataxia,
How? Chaim in gratitude, quietly thunders & wonders,
Worse than raining "Cats & Dogs", worse than "Hailing Taxis",
Barbara patiently endures Chaim's blatant blunders!
A slip of a girl, button-cute, pigtails flying
her first figure-eights traced on roller blades
Effortlessly following the crude colored chalk lines
Emily aced the whole field her very first time
Number eight was magic, no matter where it appeared
In hop-scotch, in jump rope, or even in school
She traced it flee-flowing, vibrant with joy
Little Emily, the envy of even the boys...
She began to understand where all this might take her
to nationals, world capitals, and always the Olympics
in the back of her mind every four years, thinking that
the gold would be hers, no nervousness, no fears
At sweet sixteen she ruled the world, a pencil-thin body
with soft hair and curls, racking up 10's on those figure eights
Emily was a kewpie-doll sensation on skates
Sure that top honors awaited, she circled the dates
Now, of course, you are waiting for Emily to fail,
to fall, to prove that she's human
But forgive me, dear reader, you see
there's a wee bit of Emily,
in every leaf of my family tree
Dear sweet sixteen drama queen:
I know you don't want my advice,
But shut your smart mouth and listen.
The last decade has been quite a ride
And I want to share my wisdom.
Don't think you're above getting tickets -
When you drive, keep an eye on your speed.
And don't brush your teeth so roughly
Or your gums will start to recede.
Make time for being creative -
Write and paint as much as you can.
When school ends, you'll be working
And time will slip through your hands.
You're not immune to tragedy;
Every heart is destined to break.
You'll witness death, sickness, and pain,
But you'll learn from every mistake.
Always treat strangers with kindness -
You don't know what they've endured.
Be even kinder to Mum and Dad -
Because YOU are what they've endured!
Talk to your grandparents weekly;
Ask questions, learn about the past.
Your history lives within them
And memories won't always last.
Of all the advice I've given,
I hope you'll heed this one thing:
Fall in love with the good guys.
With bad boys, just have a fling!
Inhaling his masculine scent I taste the aroma of our first chicory spot
he has been with me for forty four years and he is still so very hot
Dotted with gray on his temples, still as handsome as the day we met
he was at my sweet sixteen birthday party, now how can I ever forget
The man who put a ring on my finger and gave me two beautiful children
we lived and breathed solo flying like two turtle doves in a jaded glen,
Today we sit in the yard and reminisce about our first kiss, our first time
his eyes are still shining and I'm glad that after all the years he is still mine
Truth be told I would not trade a moment of the days we spent together
nothing can split us apart except God's will, until then we will tether ,
Fastened to each others hearts, we will always be forever true as one
for he is my stars and moon, my lovely husband, and my golden sun.
Happy Anniversary Lovie,
Your Wife, Vie aka Mystic Rose