Long Vacationed Poems

On Fam’ly Traditions - 2nd third -
 


“Might as well grab us some food an' some beer...some ice...and some bundles o' wood, an' prob'ly some charcoal....there ain't nothin' better than walleye from right off a...

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Ego held me, captivated by his good looks,
a sculpted figure that only comes from princes of story books.
Everyday I'd sit and beseech the knowing, wise eyes
of the future, yearning for him to retrieve me from...

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The Boss Up in His Tower
By Franklin Price
12/8/2016

The boss up in his tower, and the worker down below
Had somehow disconnected, how it happened who's to know
 Been together since conception of the business and the...

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Kids,
I once vacationed in the company of silence,
It was an unconscious scene bestowed upon
me;
Although I had a calling that answered my 
purpose, 
A myth of joy existed outside this career, 
I was left drowning in...

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Both of us vacationed at the same resort.
Had rum vis-a-vis. Mediocre story.
One night you offered me and friend to escort
To music bar du jour. I won't be sorry.

We met when for both of us life...

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The elves had been loading Santa’s sleigh for the night.
The reindeer were all prancing about, with delight.

With Santa aboard, a loud, “Ho-Ho”, did ring;
on the crispy, cold air, as the sleigh left with a “zing”.

Their...

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The elves had been loading Santa’s sleigh for the night.  
The reindeer were all prancing about, with delight.

With Santa aboard, a loud, “Ho-Ho”, did ring; on the crispy, 
cold air, as the sleigh left...

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I HAVE LIVED
I HAVE NEVER sky dived, parasailed or zip-lined
I HAVE NEVER had a pedicure, manicure or facial
I HAVE NEVER smoked a cigarette or pot or done drugs
I HAVE NEVER chugged a “shot glass” of...

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'Tis so nice at Christmas time to receive a colorful array of cards,
From kith and kin sending their warmest Yuletide regards.
I don't mind receiving bills or a summons to serve on a jury,
But opening a...

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They were walking on the beach one morning…together hand-in-hand…when, overwhelmed by a memory, he stopped in front of a castle in the sand.

“Do you remember,” he whispered, “when we built our first castle in the...

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Desolation smoothed at the calming of the swell,
begrudgingly accepted solitude, vacationed in Hell,
nails are sore and broken from the scratching of the well,
strengths gained through weakness?  Only time can tell.

Inhalation of mist so that...

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There are many secrets tucked
Carefully away at the North Pole;
Santa hides them on purpose, so 
You’ll never find them.

Things like the special camera 
He uses to check on children, so he
Knows who’s been bad or...

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See the money?
it’s not in one place
See the help?
it’s not in one face
My my…
See the Pass?
it’s the call of our Age
our time to change
...what’s important.

Come. Passion calls
on us all to pass it on
use the Write
to...

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MY Son Ross

My son has a special purpose in life.  I am sure of it.  His life was spared thrice.
Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way...

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She walks along the shoreline at dusk
Alone, save for the sea and the seagulls
Wrapped in thought, serious thought
How could things have gone so wrong,
So quickly?

Where's the man of her dreams,?
He should be walking next to...

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I never had a chance to give you roses,
or lay rose pedals on your bed and maybe,
place them around your feet.

I never lit scented candles for you while
you bathed or had the chance to watch
you...

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It's near midnight, whilst we moonlight walk
Palm tree lined fairway, Crickets singing
Hands clenched in loving vacationed talk
Hearts in wanting pound, Batangas is bringing
We, she and I, now amidst our intending lock
Serenity is the scene blessed...

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I vacationed in the Northern 
part of the Philippines. I watched 
the news, a newscaster assured the viewers 
that the tsunami was not 
going to affect the region where I stayed. 
As I listened, I...

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She was big-boned.  Her spirit
a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome
threaded through moss and engine block.
Her home was a pine and beatboard camp
for wayward cats.
She would discourse from her tangled porch
where poems grew in small...

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AND from the bell tower
   of my lonely brain
i have seen life down
 (as) little heads
with stalk-like legs
  whose long shadows
walk along these days
  
  they are odd ones
and when...

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There was a street walker 
Who was quite a talker

She vacationed in a place called Manhattan
But the people spoke no French or Latin

When she spoke Monsieur and Oui Oui
She was showed the restroom to pee,...

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I vacationed in Segovia
and also spent downtime in Madrid
but which is why matters not where
for I forgot what I there did.

My days spent in Segovia
and in Madrid were solo
though I cannot prove that truth
for I...

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