Long Taken for a ride Poems
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She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan
A boy, in the tide
Taken for a ride
On the losing side
A love now has died
Does your heart every cry?
Do you ever ask him why?
Did you ever want to die?
Does anger at you pry?
She knew his name
Asked them not for fame
Shought him out to tame
The beast she became
Was he all that you needed?
Is your heart now impeded?
Were your words ever heeded?
Was your love rightly seeded?
Apart they were weak
Back then they were meek
Each other they did seek
Each day, month, and week
Did he come back to you?
Does his love remain true?
What seeds does his love sew?
Are they still now for you?
Together, they have grown
The seeds then they have sewn
For things they'd not yet known
Back when they were alone
Flipping Through the Channels
By Franklin Price
3/11/2018
Flipping through the channels
On this, time changed, Sunday morn
The network commentators
Politically committing ****
Presenting their agenda
Spouting their one sided view
To degrade the opposition
To see who they can screw
We participate as voyeurs
Watch the honored guests they slam
The truth is secondary
For the hosts don't give a damn
Asking very pointed questions
Elicit answers for their side
When not hearing what they want,
Their guests are taken for a ride
Verbal water-boarding
Not below the path they choose
To make their guests look foolish
In presentation of the news
Sunday shows one sided
Commentators rant and rave
Have no doubt that Walter Cronkite
Is spinning over in his grave
unfettered Winter bomb…k’boom,
the flurries driven up the coast.
ferocious and furious gloom.
clinks bride and groom, the whiteout toast.
violence of blistering snow.
killer bees of vanilla sting.
in ev’ry direction it blows -
so merrily drunk, blusters, sings,
staggering into banks and drifts -
the furry ones must save their hides,
in ground holes and sanctified shifts,
as Northeast is taken for a ride.
migratory flakes’ buried deep.
a shuddering dragon’s blast calls.
the sleigh bells snap, crackle, pop, sleep.
a party’s on as darkness falls.
shivers as the storm gets drunker.
the kegger of beer gone - drank it.
towns, villages, cities hunker
down, underneath the chill blanket.
1/27/2022
The pretty girl with green cat's eyes
is skinnier than Johnny the hot-dog vender,
they chat and smoke grass
on their coffee break mindless of lonely Cher!
Once she was her true friend, they drank together
at the Happy Bar until the pretty girl
with green cat's eyes stole her boyfriend Peter;
when they meet, it's nothing but Hell!
Branda comes running and breaks them up,
that's when Cher's face gets red with anger;
" Peter is mine, get your own! It's not fair
to kiss him as if he was your adorable pup! "
The pretty girl with cats' eyes seems too crazy,
she always looks for a prey and when she finds one...
the poor guy can't escape from her captivity;
I'm ashamed to say I fell for her but drunk from wine!
Hey, dudes don't be charmed by her deceptive smile,
she steals your wallet and all the credit cards;
watch the pretty girl with cats' eyes luring guys;
think twice: sex is not free, don't be taken for a ride!
Screaming red, green with blotchy blue,
What it says I have not a clue,
Imagination! call it art,
If you have some then get a start!
Is it woman with child in arm?
Or some cattle in country farm?
warring soldier with loaded gun?
The guessing game has just begun!
More gathered at the city wall,
All in wonder! No clue at all!!
Boys and girls on the way from school,
They all thought it looked rather cool!
Wise, old headmaster came along,
smiling at crowd that looked agog,
Said “ colour has seeped through the wall!
This is not real painting at all!
You have been taken for a ride,
Masterpiece is on the other side!!”
“Cityscape” Poetry contest, sponsored by Julia ward
Are You a Contributor?
By Franklin Price
8/5/2019
Are you a contributor, in this world in which we live?
Are you doing good or bad, with what you have to give?
Not all about the money, but also the attitude
When you contribute your opinion, are you considerate or rude?
You may think that your opinion is the truth and is the best
You got it from the internet, and, for you, it passed the test.
Or watched it on the TV, from CNN, or maybe Fox
Uncorroborated info, puts you, the finder, in a box
Whether money or opinion, to contribute, you can lose
Being wise or being foolish, either way, is yours to choose
Seek the truth, and not the spin, when deciding on the side
And do so very carefully, or you'll be taken for a ride
The Earth is in upheaval, both with nature and with man
Of the way we work together, I am really not a fan
The internet and TV and their spins have set the pace
Political opinions, not the truth, now leads the race
Reports they redact and hide
Experts who tried can’t chide
Appliance of science denied
Us all being taken for a ride
On some helter skelter slide
With no shelter in or outside
Swelter in this delta of snide
Fried by fake national pride
As the past & future collide
Know on us all have spied
Our secrets they have pried
Data for advertisers supplied
Time to choose your side
Surmise AI guys pie eyed
In Geneva should be tried
For war crimes can’t abide
Yes it is up to us to decide
To stop the slop of the tide
What term history’s applied
Call it genocide or ecocide?
Either way everything died !
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
Points to Ponder
Thanks to Buckshot for the thought
By Franklin Price
9/25/2018
Here are some points to ponder
About who should have a say
About our lives, and how we live them,
The how, the why, the way
Those for whom we care the most
Our husbands and our wives
Our children, parents, siblings
Friends who make for better lives
The devout and caring clergy,
When they practice what they preach,
Our important educators
When they stick to what they teach
The doctors who take care of us
And are concerned about our health
Those who affect our incomes
Our positions and our wealth
Celebrities are not among these
They are there to entertain
The same goes for pro athletes
To give advice, they should refrain
The Media and all the news
Should be always verified
Affirmed to our satisfaction
May still be taken for a ride
Last and least, the politicians
Who only care of what they think
To listen much to what they say
Will drive us all to drugs and drink
Should we ever want to speak ourselves
The first amendment says we may
Our minds should dwell before we speak
Can't withdraw the words we say