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Volga - 1
there might have been some provocation
on the part of the rat’s bible
it is not known when and how
every piece of sleep that spatters
from the oesophagus of the dip-swimming
has stick to the c-sharp
of the newly-purchased tooth-brush
the air within the wish-bicycle
figures nothing less
how much is it necessary now
to murder the blue-hue with the study
that can be saved by the depression of the Ganges-basin
to develop the snap-shot of the garland-exchange with the
antiseptic cream
would you think it for some moments
my lord
the lord of the market
before sending any secret e-mail
to the cyclone
residing in the room
behind the stair-case
let the Volga be read once more
with all its clothes
and hair-styles
Volga - 2
the winter of the water-canon
oxidised by the fireflies
wants to touch every bamboo-flute
of this soil, it seems
as if it plays
in the body of every cauliflower
the total memorising-skill
of the blue and yellow pyramid
and if some lines of changes
in the planet be added
the birth-day of the bolster
that goes to the sea
may learn with a lesser effort
the pollen-efficiency of the nail-marked walls
how much should I scold the squirrels
who don’t want to swim
in the still-water of the black-board
Volga – 3
the green-circuit of the fried-almonds
that was submerged
in the open-hair of the afternoon
the whole-night workshop
has taught
the thumb-impression is to be put
how far below it
if the autobiographies are planted
into the drawer of nature
the solubility of the river-reed
gets it done too late at night
all the plus-signs around
from their etiquettes
come down
so many foot-notes
caused by the season-changes
so before planting life
to the address of the wall-lamps
it seems the cotton-flower
written by the oceans
began yawning
Rising up over your fears,
Swimming through your private river of tears
The path sometimes seemed so steep
Relying on the strength that is hiding so deep.
Trying to rise and move beyond the past,
You stood fast.
During times pressing you down
Kept your head up and didn't drown .
Didn't get lost in the frown.
The struggle was real ,
It is valid, how it is you feel.
Standing with self worth, this new found pride.
No reason for you to hide.
while reaching for your star,
You have came so far.
time may of passed you by,
How it seemed to fly .
During the learning years
you have earned them tears
Accepted your fears.
Behind , lies much sorrow.
Now time welcomes you , into
tomorrow .
As the day shut down, a scarlet sun bled:
and I drank in the essence of the moment.
Seeing the night unfold, touched me:
and my soul released a tear; I'd held captive in my heart.
In the hospital room, I sat beside my mother;
and gently held her hand.
A mere shell of the vibrant woman I loved,
Mom was dying; I couldn't deny that fact,
My humanity competed with my selfishness:
I desperately wanted her to live,
but I knew that her time had come.
Her hand squeezed mine, ever so softly,
and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
I was drowning in a sea of tears,
for her heart was barely beating
as I held her hand: afraid to let go.
My head was swimming!
Tripping over my emotions, I couldn't find balance;
numb to all but my hurt.
To manage her pain, she was placed on a morphine drip.
And drip by drip, I felt her life force weakening.
I wanted to rip that needle out!
My conflicted heart was sobbing,
not wanting her to suffer, yet not wanting her to die.
But I steadied myself, held her hand,
and watched her peacefully depart this life.
I so wanted someone to blame
that when Death came, I blamed myself;
and forgave myself, simultaneously.
I looked upon her face for the last time;
made my peace with God:
and kissed my Mom goodbye.
Ronnies Sex Shop
http://ronniessexshop.co.za/
By Franklin Price
6/1/2017
While riding through the klein karoo in South Africa one day
We came upon a place of fun as we went along our way.
Was an isolated, unexpected, place for us to stop.
Hand-painted large upon the side, were the words, “Ronnies Sex Shop”
Our Harley's stopped, as mouths had dropped, we could not pass this by.
There had to be a story here went in to find out why.
Was kind of cool a swimming pool was outside in the back.
The building a few meters square was concrete not a shack.
As we went in.,expecting sin, we had not gotten far,
If this had been the U.S.A. would be a biker bar.
T-shirts tacked on ceiling, maybe a bra or two,
Ronnie was behind the bar, “What can I get for you?”
The beer was cold and I was bold, said , “what's this place about?”
He told this story to me. The truth never was in doubt.
Ronnie had been a rancher not of cattle but of sheep.
Entertainment for his shepherds was too far with mountains steep.
Always a good employer, he wanted happy men.
He built this tiny building for the party to begin.
He stocked it up with alcohol much beer and liquor too
Brought his workers to the opening, here is Ronnies Shop for you.
That's what he painted on the side in letters of bright red
“Ronnies Shop” was written there and that was all it said.
That was not to last for long demon alcohol would hex.
The drunken shepherds thought it fun to add a little sex
They found the paint, the word to add, and put it in between.
Did not change the purpose but changed what there was seen.
Tourists soon were stopping to see what they could buy.
Ronnie made much money, the bar the reason why.
He got rid of most his sheep opened every day the bar
In this isolated place became a super star
I asked if he still had some sheep, he said only just a few.
I said I bet you kept the best and good looking ones for you.
He said I think you've found me out that's exactly what I did
Still having much more fun at this, than I did as a kid
Then the tale was ended. It was our time to go.
“Ronnies Sex Shop” still remembered as the greatest roadside show.
I breathe in a millennium of the cosmically divine
As I dive into aquamarine waterfalls,
Swimming in a secluded, shimmering lagoon.
Dense canopies of evergreens carpet the indigo sky,
Allowing flecks of amber light to shine through.
The melodious hymns of Gaia's gifts are beckoning me.
Stepping upon freshly discovered petrichor,
The energy of a thousand lifetimes before flows through me.
Flashes of births and deaths float by on gilded winds,
Reminding me that every spirit lingers long after the heart takes its last beat.
For energy can never truly die.
I am made of exploding supernovas—
And from destruction comes rebirth.
For lunch in my zoo, they did not sell hot dogs. Instead we had dot hogs for lunch. When it comes to eating dots, I think I am the biggest hog. Yummy, I love dots.
Instead of drinking chocolate milk for lunch, we had mocolate chilk. I think I spilt some chilk on my new shirt. I hope it comes out in the wash.
And then for dessert instead of eating cotton candy we had – well, I guess we had cotton candy, too. Those words sound the same when you play my imaginary game.
Next, instead of going to see a hippopotamus, in my zoo we went to see a pippohotamus. I had a hard time saying the name of that animal.
I know that some zoos have caves with flying bats. My imaginary zoo had a cave with bye-ing flats. They were very thin and only knew how to say, “Good-bye”, even when they meant to say, “Hello.” That’s silly.
In my imaginary zoo I did not see any hopping toads. But there were a lot of topping hoads. The hoads were stacked up twenty feet high. Each hoad was trying to get on top.
Many zoos have lions and tigers and bears, oh my. But my zoo did not. My zoo had bions and ligers and tears – mo hi.
Some zoos I know have lots of swimming dolphins. My imaginary zoo had lots of dimming swolphins. Mommy and Daddy always get mad when I play with the light dimmer in our living room. But the swolphins were turning the lights up and down without even getting in trouble.
My Mommy walked by and saw that I was still sitting on the naughty spot and she said, “Oh, Baby, are you still sitting here? You don’t have to sit here any more. You can get up.”
I told my Mommy I was sorry for stomping my feet. I told her I was sorry for making faces and yelling at her and Daddy.
She said, “I accept your apology.” Then she said, “And, I am sorry for not giving you a direct answer to your question. Daddy and I looked at the calendar and we can go to the zoo next Saturday.”
I said, “That’s okay Mommy, I already went to the zoo. Maybe we can go to the beach instead.”
Mommy laughed. And, I laughed too.
SUMMER SUN BATH
Early-Summer dawn
beneath clean clear cerulean sky.
Sweet maiden enjoying Sunbath
on chartreuse coral beach.
Lilac foams dancing fading
On aquamarine waves ceaselessly thrashing
resonating with her heart beats
waiting for beloved.
Her lemon swimming suit suits perfect
to match with her indolent moments.
She sips watermelon juice
as if to pacify tingling passion,
peeling tangerine with love and care.
Sober crimson Sun grows saffron on its journey.
She leaves the beach.
08/16/17
The cold morning air kisses my fingertips
with incognito apology.
A wraith swimming among ghost town
touching base to find reason
for the days the Universe changed.
The elements scuttle to find their new place.
The people lament and seek sanity in mirrors face.
A half removed remorse- caught within
digital distranslation of binary-
binding to an alien language
abetting at the core.
In the setting up of stages in a New ?? disOrder.
A requiem sequim seeking
also the dew of entangled remorse :code:
a+(be)="e"(shared) ::PROGRAMMING::
EXE.Levermore?
I remember the land of drums I was born
bedded beneath great hanging nets;
the sound of the conch and the horn.
My blue suitcase filled with stuff,
the red tricycle and pedal car
that made me race and made me puff.
I remember the hounds of revolution nightly howl
on the streets of my island home.
Now I reign afar in the land of my exile
as might a king given up his throne
I remember my first day of school so bleak,
a gingerbread house on Picton Street
where I first kissed a sweetheart cheek.
Hearken tales of men in Sherwood,
Nelly Stone in her rocking chair
reading The Adventures of Robin Hood.
The loud guttural yard turkeys’ gobble and flap,
and kids singing their songs of joy.
I remember the year, the girl, the songs
in all its virtue when I was a boy
I remember the front yard we would play
and the annex rooms we called home
watching The Riki Tiki Show at 17 Gray.
Waving at the Queen’s royal parade
down on Saint Clair Avenue
in the crowds following her motorcade.
I remember huddled around the old valve radio,
long siestas in the hot afternoon
till late beneath a corner streetlight halo
raving drunk slumped Blue Moon
I remember sticky chewy peanut brittle
with my cold Nestle chocolate milk
while gorging my tummy little by little.
Behold down-de-islands dashing
in a pirogue out on Grand Fond Bay -
the sea spray across the bow crashing.
Watching as darkness fell on high moon and tide
shining on bay and jetty so bright,
when as young eyes grew weary I would
rest at peace all through the night
I remember all dressed for Sunday School
and afternoons at the Country Club
splashing around in the swimming pool.
And at sea playing captain and sailor
on board a ship Panama bound
in my cabin with my toy boat and trailer.
I remember the ports and voyage of no return
into the yonder crossing the equator,
when old Neptune rose from the undersea
to bless our ship and navigate her
Written: September 1990
Breathe
I call to you my beloved
Your unleashed whispers arrive
Riding the tendrils of an approaching fog
A dance of mist unfurling its fingertips of desire
Coming ever closer to my pulsating heart
I long for you, for all you have ever been
To taste your breath, your desire, your heartache and your sorrow
Would be my everlasting gift
You come to me in many forms... hovering close by
Beckoning me upward to that place between Heaven and Earth
White hawk.....Your feathered wings outstretched
I lay upon your back merging with you
Entering your being
Becoming you
I feel our wings beating as we enter the sky together
Gliding across powdery clouds
A stillness... the air brushing our cheeks
Our bodies rising and falling
Dipping, curving, and diving
Before climbing again
Joy
A quiet ascendance soaring into the realm
Of Spirit and Soul
Entering magical moments cloaked in ancient memories
Our guardians are hummingbirds and owls
Adorned in snowy white guiding us towards the velvet envelope
Between space and time
Undying light reaching out to the end of the horizon
A merging of ALL..... Promise and Desire
An everlasting illumination of hope
Swimming in the naked air
Being kissed by bursts of sunlight
Peering through the gauzy sky
My body basking in radiant warmth
A quiet solitude
A tapestry of pale rose, magenta, and mauve
Reflecting my inner soul
A call to BREATHE....Deeply...Fully
Feeling the eternal connection
Becoming one with the pulse of life
Surrounding us all
A deep reverence towards all that is
Pink pearled strands of rain pierce the sea of mist and clouds
A kaleidoscope.... columns of light and shadow
Swimming through glorious turquoise universes
I close my eyes and feel your embrace
As we become one