Long Til now Poems

If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry Beach, sunning and playing frisbee, I
playing guitar, she practicing her...

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When I Was Born in '45
By Franklin Price
08/08/202

When I was born in '45, was another time and place
Merritt Island, I called home, we had not gone to space
Segregation was the way, we lived back in...

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Passion stories,
like Epic Creation Stories,
are not so much about where we were started
or how many times we were finished
or disheartedly diminished.

Stories, inside and out,
are more about
where we have ended up til now,
rising again with each...

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oh, Dear Indulgence ...

desolate, obscure, I know you not, (and have known you not),
    still, do I not know the glint there, in your eye? Aye, it abides
    ...

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Shutting Down

I see them everywhere 
When in reality it is all over
It feels like it is happening over and over again
I can still feel them on me
I can still feel them inside of me
My dad...

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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted to place a foot there.

A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s...

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Oh One Oh Two Two Oh Two Oh
By Franklin Price
01/02/2020

Oh one oh two two oh two oh
Alliteration as we go
I hope the twenties, will be fun
For this our century twenty-one

First twenty years are over now
We...

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It was a waxing, gibbous moon and Cassandra felt calm and at ease
as she stepped out that February night with frost upon the trees..
It was only a mile to grandmothers house, she'd walked it many...

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Hey Dragon! I’m glad I’ve reached you by phone
Don’t you know that the FBI was looking for you for so long?
Haven’t you heard of your name over the megaphone?
They wanted the stolen gift to be...

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The future will bring unexpected things,
A woeful tragedy our heart to sting,
And though our plans be laid so well,
A power, from where we cannot tell,
Moves, or turns circumstance around,
Here giving joy there bringing a frown.

An...

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One winter eve I walked out with my dog,
The way was dark, unlit by moon and stars,
My flickering torchlight failing in the fog,
To pick out tree roots,crevices and rocks,
To cause a stumble, and a muffled...

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How can I be selfless without being used? 
How can I be demanding without being so rude? 
How can I open up without closing back down? 
How can I speak if you don't hear a...

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What Is The Reason For Creation?



The future will bring unexpected things,

 A woeful tragedy our heart to sting,

 And though our plans be laid so well,

 A power, from where we cannot tell,

 Moves, or...

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My dear friend.

The first time we met,
as I held a door open for her stride,
I saw not the eye's image, not yet;
I glimpsed, outwardly, her beauty inside.

I did a double take at that smile,
heard her...

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Stacks of Aloneness
                            by Odin Roark

He wandered here...

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To get lost amidst a painting
cast into my mind
falling into my eyes
all these scenes creating
fast forward and rewind
all that is before me, can shatter into behind
the distance between us is clearly insurmountable
oh, but the numerous...

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there were days full of so much weeping I couldn’t see
months of wondering why she would so easily flee.
I would lay on the bed holding her bear; swollen eyes-
wearing her leather bracelet and old torn...

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"True, I talk of dreams and things to be
That bemete nothing but vain fantasy
Because they lie in the child of an idled man
And yet you choose not to understand."

In all my pain and distress
Broken hearted...

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In a weightless state of tranquility, 
paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion 
in my head into words, which 'til now 
have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting
for you to shine brightly upon them. 

Freshly painted impressions...

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Up til now I have avoided a scam with my name on it,
Despite it being tailored to suit me,
Even wearing a bow tie,
Appealing to my taste buds,
With words smothered in chocolate,
And smelling like my favourite...

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how …

how many odes have been composed
for the sake of the human eye?
since humans first etched papyrus
or chiseled stone
or painted cavern facades by firelight
the magnificence of the visual organ
has been given its due reward
for what...

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FAITH IS A POWERFUL THING


Faceless fears. Trials. they seize and drain whence one let them sink . . . 
Across our path are stormy hills and mountains that blocks.
Interest should kindle one to stand as...

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the ivy crunches ‘neath my boot
        cold sounds that crisp the winds
            a snow has left its...

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Today is a very special day in my contented life.
I've been married 58 years to the very same wife!
I reckon some folks think that incredible in this day and age,
'Specially since fleeting relationships seem to...

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Lets take a step in time

to way back when

and remember everything

all the fun we had back then

 

And although the bad

even still hurts til now

we shall remember it in glory

we will remember it right now

...

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