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Let silence be answerable to sound.
Unplug yourself
move with caution through crowds
bow head as if in prayer
yet deny God at all costs.
Let the brave resist...
survive.
Support our leaders
whoever or whatever is in charge.
have no reservations or doubts,
its all for your own good,
for your own peace of mind.
Fake brain damage.
Now that truth is a lie,
agree to agree.
if you are young enough
to be conscripted
volunteer to kill at will.
Avoid clubs and interest groups,
stay under the radar.
Surrender your gun
say you found it in a ditch.
Never complain.
Always smile and nod.
Acclaim proudly
that poverty is patriotism.
Criminals are the real victims,
apologies to all for being you.
When they say we must try harder
to "flatten the curve"
never ask "What curve?"
Believe the official news
toe the line.
Never ask "What line"?
Turn a blind eye
to EVERYTHING.
"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk,
to servants sent before):
"And do not balk. When you uncork
good liquor, mark the door."
This way, the churchman planned to pass,
when pausing for a rest,
fun nights in vino veritas,
partaking of the best.
"So, sup the wine, and if it's fine,
write on the lintel (lest
I miss the sign and fail to dine
there) 'Vinum Bonum Est!'"
Off went the servant at a trot.
Would we were in his shoes!
To earn our pay, we play the sot,
by "testing" all the booze!
From bar to bar, he wanders far,
obeying that behest:
but "Vinum Bonum" starts to jar:
He shortens it to "Est"!
He sips this wine, he guzzles that,
and if he is impressed,
he makes a holy concordat,
and marks the doorway, "Est!"
Down through the Alps the servant wends,
to tread Italian soil:
so many blends, to greet as friends!
Unto his task, stays loyal.
Both white and red, their bottles bled,
are flowing like the Arno:
by destiny, the servant's led
to Montepulciano!
Volcanic slopes (some are the Pope's!)
make wine that's heaven-blessed:
and, titillated as he topes,
he chalks up, "Est! Est! Est!"
Some days elapse -- a week, perhaps.
Beneath the tavern's eaves,
round Bishop wraps the sweetest of traps --
he arrives, but never leaves!
The wine is fine -- almost divine --
Soft, like an angel's breath;
To toe the line, he's disinclined --
and drinks himself to death!
And though this tale's beyond the pale,
a moral you may wrest --
each holy grail's adorned with nails --
go slow with Est! Est! Est!
It's Time We Had A Party
By Franklin Price
8/4/2017
It's time we had a party, threw the tea into the bay.
I'm only speaking figuratively, this is what I have to say.
The Sons of Liberty arose when England did us bad
Now Congress, through inaction, brings us back to times they had.
England ruled us way back then and ruled without regard.
Were not allowed to rule ourselves, being under thumb was hard.
Now Congress sits upon its thumbs and seldom can agree,
It's time that we the people threw the Congress in the sea.
If, like me, you're troubled, by no hands across the aisle
With Congress doing nothing, to make we the people smile
There's no cooperation between the Right and Left,
Their salaries are seldom earned, it's more than petty theft.
We finally have a president who wants to make us fine.
He wants to make us great again, make congress toe the line.
They'll be damned if that will happen, they only want to get him out
Their unearned pay's in jeopardy, of this they have no doubt.
They blame the Russians on him they're the reason that he won
They know he's not a politician and may get a little done
He wants to save this country from the swamp in Washington
He's not the one that Congress wants; he's not their chosen son.
Mid term elections coming, all House seats are up for bid,
Contact your representative, remind him of what he did.
If he has done nothing to help us to a better place
Work hard to see he's voted out, no more to see his face
The same goes for the Senators whose terms are at an end
Who are blocking any progress for you and me, my friend
Get off their selfish wagons if they have no thought for you
Make them go fend for themselves and find something else to do.
Find ones who for this country care, not one's who power seek
Make your voice heard loud and clear. Do not be mild and meek.
We the people must be interested and boot do-nothings out.
In the end we are the government, that's what the U.S.A.'s about.
The rule book
Of Society rules
We either live by the rules
Or be ruled unfit:
Toe the line
Walk that fine line
Keep in line
But never cross the line;
Speak up
Speak when spoken to
Speak politely
But never speak out of turn;
Mind your manners
Mind where you look now
Mind your Mama
Oh just never mind;
Look out
Watch out
Just let it play itself out
But never let it out;
Come when called
Come along now
Come here
Just never come alone.
But sometimes
The line between formal
And informal
Ambition
Blurs
And I come
Unspoken
Alone
In my mind
Without you
Playing it out
With both feet
Planted firmly
Over the line.
The Preamble
By Franklin Price
12/13/2020
The Constitution is the U.S.A. It is our Federal pact.
Says how our country's organized; defines how we should act.
Preamble to it, sets it up, shows us all the reasons why
it was written in the first place; to whom and what it should apply.
Our government has lost the way. They have no reason now to boast.
The Preamble is not welcome. Washington is not the host
I give you the Preamble. Please determine for yourself;
Whether it is being followed, or being put upon the shelf.
Preamble to the Constitution of the United States of America
“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”
Now that you have read it and, I hope took time to think.
Do you believe it's still considered, or been tossed into the drink?
We the People are the reason that we have a Washington
Seems to me we've been forgotten, in a lot of things they've done
The Union's more imperfect, common justice on the fence,
tranquility is gone, we rely on self defense.
General welfare is suggested, that takes away our liberty
If we continue on this road we're on, we'll lose posterity.
It's time that We the People made the parties toe the line.
Govern by the Constitution that our founding fathers signed
They are not our royalty, no matter what they think
They should honor the preamble, or be thrown into the drink
Every time I turn the radio on I hear a feller's plaintive song,
About his achin' heart and how his woman done him wrong!
How they once held each other close beneath the harvest moon;
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
He found his woman hangin' out in honky-tonks at the edge of town,
Consortin' with the local rabble tossin' whiskey sours down!
Never mind that she caught him with Hildebrun at Clyde's Greasy Spoon!
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
His woman tells him to stop his gamblin' at the Pot O' Gold Casino,
And if he doesn't stop and toe the line, she's headin' for a split in Reno!
He wonders where his charm has gone that once made her swoon.
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
He feels a pang of guilt for not providin' the kids with decent shoes,
And blowin' the grocery money on the horses, cigarettes and booze!
But can't a feller have a little fun without her ragin' like a typhoon?
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
He stops at Cudahey's after work and drinks until they douse the light.
He cries on Bubba the barkeep's shoulder unloadin' on him every night.
He feels as if his woman thrust through his heart a very sharp harpoon!
Now, he sits alone caressin' a beer at Cudahey's Diner and Saloon!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Paula Swanson's "Play Me A Cheatin' Song" Contest - May 2011
The pastor's sermon was quite clear on the matter of temptation.
He held our attention - no one went to sleep in that congregation!
As usual, it was an inspiring and masterful presentation,
Leaving some folks (and me) in a state of nervous trepidation!
He talked of The Master's temptations and how them He overcame,
Telling Satan to buzz off, and stop playing his evil game.
I took this admonition to heart, vowing to do much better,
To toe the line and obey the Ten Comandments to the letter!
Alas, I faced temptation ere I even left the church.
My roving eye got me in trouble; good intentions I did besmirch.
The faithful deacons had laid on a most delectable spread,
Of scrumptious cake, cookies and tasty banana bread!
I salivated as I pondered, "Should I or should I not?"
I sensed the devil was tempting me in this nefarious plot.
Whispering, "Go ahead, have a hunk of that devil's food cake;
I'm sure the Lord and the preacher will overlook one mistake!"
I must admit, to that crafty seducer I did succumb,
Even snatching a few cookies, eating every crumb!
I later mused on this, wondering, "What would Jesus have done?"
I suspect He'd say, "Would you share some goodies with me, My son?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Screw the rules is the motto I live by
Too old to toe the line
So sue me and then just try to collect
Won't be alive to pay the fine
I'll be kicking up daisies on a hill out back
As you tear out all your hair
Sure had the last laugh you uptype people
Just break the rules if you dare
Rules are made to be broken I've heard
Love to see the reaction
These sillies go nutso and red in the face
At my blatant infraction
Oh for the days when we burned our garbage
In a fire pit behind our house
And just for a little excitement sometimes
We'd throw in a little mouse
Barbaric you say, I learned from the best
Daddy taught me all about life
Said “never take life too serious, my son”
You don't get to go around twice
To live is to take a chance
each day we have many choices
is our life preordained?
the paths already written?
Or are we just balsam
blown hither and tither
when you stop and think
how much free choice is there?
Our discipline starts early
from the day we first attend
kindergarten or school lessons
after school we go out to work
Again we are at the whims of bosses
if you do not toe the line out you go
appearances are important to neighbours
so we keep our houses and gardens nice
If one drops out of every day life
and goes totally their own way
we are called odd and often far worse
just for daring to be different
Man is such a herd animal
like sheep we follow blindly
not wanting to seem unusual
needing the approval of peers
So in this game of life
we roll the dice of chance
choosing to follow fate
no real free choice for us
The Last Debate of Trump and Biden
10/22/2020
By Franklin Price
written - 10/23/ 2020
The last debate of Trump and Biden
Neither one of them in hidin'
Both came to the stage to have their say
To tout what they were all about
Why the People could not do without,
What they would do, the next four years of play
The rules had changed and things made clear
There were six subjects we would hear
Each man allotted just two minutes time
The one not speaking, had no mike
Could not be heard or cause a spike
So could not cause an interruptive crime
With both two minutes, said and done
I fully thought we'd see more fun
More of the over-speaking fun and games
Surprisingly, was more control
Each had, more presidential role
Seldom yelled, or called each other names
Kristin Welker did quite well
When differences began to tell
She tried her best make them toe the line
They honored her, more than the last,
Who lost control, but that's the past
This woman moderator, more than fine.
The ninety minutes went by fast
When it was over/done at last
I tried to analyze what I had seen
I reviewed what they had said
And ran it slowly through my head
Here's, what I think, that each of them would mean
Biden, always, the democrat
Though he thinks he is more than that
Claims he would be the president for all
His Washington would care for us
We'd all be equal on the bus
Government controlling, every rise and fall
Trump still not a politician
Ran last time on his volition
He gives away his presidential pay
Believes the people should be free
For each to be what they can be
Without the ones, in D.C., in the way.
The details ,of each, are all for naught
Of who is sold and who is bought
If We the People lose controlling voice
November third, eleven days away
Be sure to vote and have your say
To select, which way we live, will be your choice