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Irma 9/9/2017
By Franklin Price
Since my last inscription
Irma's moved on quite a lot
Today's the day she's moving north
To show us what she's got
She now is over Cuba
Deciding what to do
With her eye on lower Florida
She's coming after you
She's been to many islands
Destroyed them one and more
Hit them with her Cat 5 winds
Deaths are moving towards a score
Soon she's departing Cuba
Moving up across the keys
To tear up lots of buildings
And blow down many trees
With winds around 150
she's a category 4
Hot water in the Florida Straits
May make her five once more
She has no feeling for you
If you're there, please hunker down
If you're ordered to evacuate
You best get out of town
Don't risk your lives and families
By keeping them in place
Irma's out to get you
To destroy your home and base.
Things are not worth dying for
Not worth the thought to stay
May not be here tomorrow
For not leaving home today
I pray for all Floridians
Who are waiting for the beast
We still don't know direction
She could be moving West or East
2
Kicking and hitting used to be unusual in a classroom.
In many classrooms it is same-oh-same-oh these days.
Icy screams that raise hair on your neck are becoming normal.
Sadly, parents are not in school to see what is happening.
They would be horrified at the behaviors we tolerate.
“You are not in trouble” is our mantra, but they should be.
Worse, out-of-control behaviors are worth a reward.
An out of control student can get a “break”.
They get to throw basketballs or kick a soccer ball.
Here is a five-dollar gift card if you do not tear up your classroom.
Schools are backwards now- rewarding bad behaviors, not good ones.
This is the reason so many teachers are leaving this profession.
I can tell
when clouds start
running through your head
your eyes veer off
into the distance
and sometimes
they tear up
It’s obvious
your worst regret
will be letting go
of your grandson’s
little hand
Everything you’ll miss
the moments
you’ll never get to share
the laughter
the proud moments
that you’ll miss
the smiles and giggles
the sloppy hugs
new grandchildren you’ll never meet
Life will go on without you
in spite of tears and sorrow
they’ll all miss you
they’ll all remember
how you’ll have given
all the love you could
and more
no doubt of that
But the hardest
will be
leaving behind
a little one
who could never understand
how a grandpa
can turn into
an angel
who’s gone
to live way up
into the sky
AP: 1st place 2020
Zebras. Monkeys. Lions too.
Decorating every corner.
Gorgeously done.
Not the approved way,
But a gloriously new classroom
With a fresh teacher with crazy ideals intact.
She was a bit too cheerful.
Too open. Too friendly. Maybe a small-town girl.
Not institutionalized at all, not used to our ways.
What is she thinking? We whispered
Behind her back, and in front of her face.
She was a unicorn in a world of gargoyles.
We poked fun of her with our cracked cement faces.
She obviously knows not what she is about, we said.
The students will tear up that classmate in seconds, showing their colors.
Browns and grays ourselves, we never got around to showing her,
for children saw her for her pinks, oranges and greens.
The test scores came out in July.
Zebra, Monkey, Lion, Unicorn odd-ball’s class
Had the highest test scores in the state.
She was promoted to coach, to teach the others how to show kind colors.
Many of the whisperers left, not wanting to be taught.
I decided to stay and apologize.
The next year my classroom is filled to the brim
with gorillas, tigers, unicorns, hope, kindness and colors.
She is teaching me her magic ways.
Form:
The way her limbs twist, it leaves me in awe
Why, Julia, whoever taught you to tango?
Claim the roses were a mere friendly gift
But darling, we both know the ending of this chapter.
Those deep auburn eyes of yours create maps to salvation
The braids you put your crimson locks in, how intricate.
Fair and freckled like a Gaelic noblewoman
I'd be willing to die in the gallows if it meant loving you
Give me extra attention like pouring buckets of gasoline
Then light my world on fire with your match of a heart
Pour my kisses on your skin and peel them off real smooth
I wanna be the very center of your awfully toxic world
Family claims you're looking for a husband to unite with
So I'll cut my hair, tear up my dress, and trade my heels for boots!
Fight like a gladiator if they want to tear us up apart
I will be the strong yet caring man you have always begged for
Just lean in for the kiss already, my beautiful Juliana
If it means you'll set my wandering mind at ease.
ahh...auspicious shake of good fortune.
the soil so red, smells so rich.
the allure of an ancient burial box.
my eyes, like pyres of greed.
admiring thieves have no appetency for my pillage.
the cold stone shovel carelessly careens
showers of dirt on insulted flower heads,
but i’ve no time to waste. i absolve
to tear up this plenipotentiary grave.
her mesmerizing portrait with golden bangles,
diamond earrings and rings. ahh...that heaving diamond
placed over her heart.
she must have been ‘sumptin else in her day,
but my quivering fingers will rape her jewelry.
i will not assuage your thought of me —
the jewels sparkle in my mind with intensity.
my soul leaps with joy at the door knocker box.
i’m on hands and knees, dusting away the many days
these beauties have been worm infested.
ahh...this lid, will carry me in — the creak, so sweet.
my first peek, i’m in love
with the heavy diamonds on her eyes.
i undress them first…
darkness falls, something’s gone awry —
the anguish one feels before the century’s storm.
the atrocious jolt of chillers, i feel,
as a corpse comes back to life, teeming with teeth.
at first bite, i become a slave of the night.
10/9/2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Word List: Anguish, Awry, Auspicious, Atrocious,
Assuage, Appetency, Allure, Absolve
Here I sit, staring at the wall,
- trying to figure out what to do.
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
I pick up the phone and try to call,
- but I feel so cold, so down, so blue.
Here I sit, staring at the wall.
*
With out her here I can not walk, only crawl.
- Always just one, but soon we'll be two.
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
My eyes tear up, I begin to bawl.
- She would say, "Together forever, me and you."
Here I sit, staring at the wall.
*
If I lose her I'll have nothing, nothing at all!
- I will be lost, without a clue.
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
Constantly pacing up and down the hall,
- but she's stuck to my heart with the strongest of glue.
Here I sit staring at the wall,
Hoping our love won't fall.
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JE
As I get older I’m taking a liking
To relive my youth and go motor biking
To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear
And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear
My hair flowing free as I ride without care
My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’
I told her there’s one thing that time never steals
The rush that a man only feels on two wheels
And out on the road in all my old leathers
My gas driven steed shall vanquish all weathers
I’ll ride and I’ll ride till my legs are like jelly
She said that those leathers won’t cover that belly
Give me dirt on my face and flies in my teeth
Akin to a cow-herder out driving beef
The pounding of pistons driving me on
The joy of not knowing where to or where from
She said okay go be a speeding banshee
But don’t go too far in case you need to pee
I had to relent there’ll be no pennies spent
I can’t blame the wife, her thoughts were well meant
Don’t wanna get caught short in skin hugging leathers
There’s must be more ways to escape boredom’s tethers
And so this is me, not wild and not free
Just a wannabe biker writing bike poetry
Time hands seconds past the minute,
winter melts the sands,
sprung barter the seeds to take root,
petals leave for lands.
Abandoned juice bathes the barren,
weather soaks wet dreams,
towering outstretched limbs fashion,
cries tear up the streams.
Quartered the core green overgrowth,
sweet fester the sour,
fertile soil sources root approach,
West turn sunset lour.
Stockers fatten wanting store shelves,
greens packaged refreshed,
farmers loaded like Christmas elves,
checks at counters cashed.
Shoppers and grocers swapping smiles,
carts staggering highs,
past harvested fields, endless miles,
as New Year's Eve, nigh's.
The first year that I knew you,
you ruled my every thought,
I hungered to be near you,
yhat’s what my passion sought.
Yuo’d text me ever hour,
and I’d always reply,
I think I found my meaning
staring into your eyes.
But now when I look at you
it isn’t quite the same,
we’ve been together ten years,
more calmness in my brain.
Don’t feel the blinding passion,
that I once felt before,
can only say that it has
grown into something more.
I don’t love you, but I love you,
if that makes any sense,
I don’t love you, but I love you,
like most women and men.
I don’t love you, but I love you,
now it’s no longer new,
I don’t love you but I love you,
yes, I do.
My whole mind used to shut down
when you took something off,
now I smile every time
you give our son a toss.
I used to be entranced by
all of your mysteries,
Now we finish sentences,
a tight and winning team.
We used to go to parties,
and tear up the whole town,
now it’s better holding you
when things have settled down.
You used to wear lace panties,
not boy-shorts just like mine,
I’m still gonna take them off,
but not I take my time!
I don’t love you, but I love you,
if that makes any sense,
I don’t love you, but I love you,
like most women and men.
I don’t love you, but I love you,
now it’s no longer new,
I don’t love you but I love you,
yes, I do.
Not a sprint, but more like jogging,
east pace, no strain or slogging,
past the first I now find
that life is better by your side.
I don’t love you, but I love you,
however that may be,
I don’t love you, but I love you,
never more clear to me.
I don’t love you, but I love you,
and I’ll say it again,
I don’t love you, but I’ll love you
to the end.