Long Train Poems
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Time is too precious
To be frittered today
There are not enough hours
As the sand runs away
But I halt my obsession
With the ticks and the tocks
Or the tasks to be done
Or the hands on the clocks
That fly round so quickly
As if life slips away..
For the moments I'm with you
Are more precious, I'd say
Than the whistling train
That is time passing by
I get lost in this moment
As we sit eye to eye
So let's sit and do 'nothing'
Not a bean. Not a chore.
For your presence is precious
There's no thing I want more
Than just to be present
And enjoy every breath
For we never quite know
How much more we have left
Lin, a Chinese friend giggled at my feeble, say,
pedestrian attempt at Cantonese,
the Chinese word for butterfly or dragon even moth
just vanished down the throat of one
so eager yet befuddled,
turning egg shell noodles under spit fire lanterns,
our laughter rose and fell amid the sotto voce banter now in train.
Me, the woodland boffin, immersed in esoteric marshland plant life,
the sort that rules the grand designs of green leaf activists.
Lin, the restless late teen nomad,
who had yet to sink deep roots,
often dwelt in backstreet fruit and flora stalls.
On occasions even flexing sylvan muscles
on craggy mountain tops.
Her flawless English honed through years of rough sea ferry ventures,
on holidays abroad in trendy sunspots,
at major meadow festivals where gaiety and buzz words sprout.
We keep in touch through text and pen as often as we can.
Meeting up is fun.
I hope one day my knowledge of those mystic eastern tongues
will stray beyond the basics of some tawdry travel phrase book,
the one I’m prone to cart around the world but seldom use
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It's so not right
I wonder why
It's the dark of night
I begin to cry
I'm not in pain
From work today
Am I insane
Thoughts please go away
I'm normally an upbeat chap
Full of the joys of spring
Then memories come and give a slap
I just don't know where to begin
I know it will last for a few days
Hold me back and not let me think
Like one of those Broadway plays
No washing and cleaning make me stink
As they came out to haunt me
The memorys are not very kind
All I need is some friendly company
To push them to the back of my mind
A chat and a good listening ear
Will pull me though this chapter
When I'm back and have no fear
Sit and wait for the next disaster
It is a cycle within the brain
That brings me to my knees
All I want is to drive and train
Think of the birds and bees
Mental health or crazy man
It's what your called by others
Affect anyone yes it can
Even you your sisters and brothers
Spare a thought for anyone you see
Who appears in distress
Listen to his words you may even disagree
Listening to this person is definately the best
The whistle blows, the chugging starts -
A steam train ride in France -
For those who like to try things
From the past, this is your chance.
Since when it’s time to turn around,
The leading car’s unlatched
And driven to a turntable
Before it’s reattached.
The locomotive then gets cranked,
By hand! one circle ‘round.
The engineer next drives to where
The once-caboose is found.
The train is reconnected
And goes back the way it came,
Passing trees and giant rock formations,
Looking all the same.
An aqueduct appears and there’s
An eagle in the sky,
But what impresses most on board
As we go zipping by
Is a trio by the river,
Down below and quickly viewed,
Being very French, relaxing
Near the water, in the nude.
Constantly my pen hit on paper
Asking myself
Can a man sink his roots so deep in he's faith
That he knows that it's breaches would shoot out only to be cut of
Like the sound of joy taking flight and filling the streets
You see from birth to bed of no existence
Like a bird in a cage
I cried for freedom,but freedom was an island of cages
We are told that we are free in the pages of a book
Like books in a library our freedom has been confined to the walls we see
You see God guaranteed freedom,but responsibility limits it to choice like a child I thought freedom was for grown ups ,wen I got in the train of adult hood for freedom was an illusion because you are immune with immunity gives no choice for invisibility
Our protectors can't protect us people who are supposed to stop stealing now steal from us
leaders of tomorrow
Who's tomorrow never comes
Like religion monsters who buried lies in the sermons of greener pastures.
Master of lies laying destructive eggs incubated with psychological Vision
With prophesying the unseen Vision
Let this be The Genesis of our evolution
Our school sails on serene rivers of excellence.
A model of hard work and unfeigned resilience.
Here we train leaders of our century's future,
irrespective of tribe, religion and culture.
Here we soar ceaselessly beyond our sky's limit
by imbibing skills required for our dream's zenith.
In utmost straining and striving we hardly yield.
Yet our persistent spirits know not dismay.
Because our fruitful toiling will brilliance convey,
on this placid and fertile academic field.
In our lofty mission we are second to none,
as we realize our vision of being number one.
Adorable the unparalleled in service,
will make a genius once considered a novice.
You're hoping for something
That'll bring you around
Better than the nothing
You've already found
Not sure you know this
But I've news for you
Life is a meadow
You go running through
Of the world and its promises
You've had your fill
Don't believe a word that they say
And you never will
You may taste the sweet freedom
And still be deeply in debt
But life is a gamble
So you best place your bets
A cause for relief
Always comes into light
And you need to let
Your little one shine
Here's a little something
A secret that's kept
Life is a pool
We all do laps in
You brain storm when you can
To be let off the hook
With the line still attached
You'd toss it back if you could
You may not believe
But take a look at the facts
Life is a fast train
Rolling on rusty tracks
It's mind over matter
But what really matters to you
Is not what you've done
But what you're going through
The reason being
You're most times out to lunch
Life is a menu
We order off of
It's not a piece of cake
But where's your piece of the pie
The truth in the knowledge
Is hidden deep in the lie
Though you try your best
There still is regret
Life is a fastball
Try and catch it if you can
He couldn’t fit his shopping cart
And suitcase through the door
And screamed at the conductor
(Quite a challenge to ignore).
Once seated, he spread out and then
Removed his socks and shoes.
Assessing just how nuts he was,
This added to the clues.
I glanced his way and sorrily,
I somehow caught his eye.
He then began describing
That the air was awful. Why?
The radiation on the train
Was there to make us sick,
But only some could feel it –
Those intelligent and slick.
I transferred cars while he still raved
And finished out my ride
In uneventful fashion
‘Til the trip home did provide
Another whacko, eating fries
And blaring on her phone
A news report in which
A screeching baby had been shown.
Incessantly, that baby wailed;
She played it on a loop.
I hoped that some brave soul
Would to the rescue somehow swoop.
But no – I had to listen
For we urbanites pretend
That it’s normal on the subway
For the crazies to offend.
I know you think you’re to blame
but you didn’t ask for this name
in years to come, the monster is muted
you’re afraid of late nights, raised voices and fights but one day that all stops and it’s all left behind
They’ll tell you can’t, won’t give you a chance and in the end you prove them all wrong
but take caution with change and tighten those reigns because where you end up, that’s not where you belong
Yes, you exceed every expectation
but it’s at the cost of your own elation
much of your struggle is birthed from your creation
you become a bullet train that gets lost at the station
Every word they say, I know it crushes your day but you’ll figure it out in your own complex way
growing older you’ll learn, the ailments we earn come at us straight out of the blue
you’ll find yourself seething from all the halo cleaning with everything you go through
Above all, I must say
there are brighter days but darker ones are still to come
you have what it takes to reach those high stakes and still now, it has only begun
Terrorism
By Franklin Price
7/16/2016
Terrorism is terrorism
No matter what it's called
To those who minimize its name
All who care should be appalled
Doesn't matter if it's ISIS
Or a lone wolf crazy man
To eliminate these perpetrators
We should be doing all we can
Should be no negotiations
When terrorists proven and defined
Hunting season should be opened
My thoughts this action have opined
Terrorists give no quarter
Taking lives is what they do
No quarter should be given
Need to stop their breathing too
Terrorists more than radical
Suicide is on their mind
We should accommodate them all
Everyone that we can find
For those who tout another way
To stop this speeding terror train
You probably think you won't get wet
If you stay out in the rain