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This year's valentine I shall not spend like I did spend all the previous ones
Always was I alone, tending to my duties, rowing my boat amidst this world's busy oceans
Valentine is but a celebration of love
Love in all of its forms, love of the greatest kinds, love the reason why this world does revolve
So I did choose for this year, to celebrate it differently
This year, I shall be in good company
Yes, I shall be with my muse, the one to guide my words
The one for whom I did lay down all my barriers, for whom I did lower my swords
My muse, my own, he does allow me to do that which I love the most
My muse, though I know not what he does look like
My muse allows me to write, my muse I do love, even if he might be a ghost
A God, or even an angel, my lover he is, never allowing my art to go on strike
So on that day, I shall have a glass of champagne
I shall make myself pretty, wear my favorite cologne
And write of love, squeeze from my heart, words of passion
As has never been read in any season
Yes, my muse, the one for whom my soul does exist
Without him, would I have ever fallen in love with this world
A false one it is, revolving and spinning on a twist
So much that I do even wonder at why should I bother with its jist
So, this year's valentine is going to be my grandest
Indeed, it shall be worth a grand festival
Kisses and gifts shall be seen as the material
What shall matter shall be the fact that love can also be discreetest
Yes, my art is the reason why I did come to be
Celebrated it shall be on this grand day
Celebrated in good company
Indeed, thankful I am to have a muse who did choose my side to stay!
28 January 2015
This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor.
~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~
Liver and onions,
Minced meat pie.
Drinking beer from a can,
Celebrating the 5th of July.
I’ll do away with Haggis,
Kiviak and Sheepshead Smalahoue.
Rocky Mountain Oysters,
Escargot and Fuhu.
Escamoles and fried Tarantula,
Jellied Moose and Airag.
Gaeng Kai Mot Daeng,
and baked polliwog.
Chocolate-covered bacon,
Candy corn or a root beer float
Goodbye Goober burgers,
and pickled ear of goat.
Koolickles, popsicles,
Hominy grits and Spam.
Frog’s eye salad and Turducken,
Tapioca and jellied Ham.
But on this Valentine's Day my dear,
know that there is one thing that's very true.
I'd rather give up my chance to go to Heaven,
then spend a single minute without you.
Bouquet of flowers with bright red roses,
dinner and wine, as evening approaches,
beginning of love, is dawn of new life,
when two hearts dearly wish, god disposes.
Fervent dreams walk the edge of a sharp knife,
their racing pulse, have some reason for strife,
blushing faces hold hands in deep romance,
pray one day the two be husband and wife.
Dim lit ambience, whispers, furtive glance,
perfumes and music do their love enhance,
words are said yet no one knows what to say,
desires in bodies reverberate a dance.
This day is the first of many such days,
when new love finds fresh love to pave new ways,
some end in Yes, some may start with a nay,
Rest assured, true love will go all the way!
The butterflies that flutter when I hear your voice,
or see your graceful face,
The heart palpitations from the nectar of your lips
make my heart skip and pace,
When you hold me, the room empties it’s just me and you,
When our bodies intertwine the passion is untrue,
Through the ups and downs you take my hand to pull me through,
And I am always here to catch you,
No matter how far you fell,
You know my deepest secrets that I have to tell,
My best friend my lover, the honourable lord of my hand,
Our love bounds us together like a wedding band,
Vows whispered, sacred promises sound,
From heart to heart my love I have found,
Not even heavens angels can tear us apart.
Saturday, February the 14th of the year 2015
It's no Valentine's Day in the Great White North
It's the big Hockey Night in Canada
And to these fans, it's a night of epic rivalry
Saturday nights with the blue and white
Trying to play with all their might
Saturday nights with le bleu, blanc, et rouge
Trying to play all the way through
When the moment the puck drops,
A person's normal heartbeat stops
When the instant the puck hits the ice,
A rival's heartbeat is anything but nice
Toronto Maple Leafs - the long shot team
Will bring their honor to battle for this rivalry
Montréal Canadiens - the big shot team
Will bring their torch to burn on this rivalry
Two teams will battle for a victory right
Only one team will have victory upon being loyal
As for this Valentine's Day hockey night
There will be no love in Montreal
My Valentine Since Sixty-nine
(To: Barbara with love)
By Franklin Price
02/10/2023
You are my love and soul mate
We met in nineteen sixty-nine
We were lost and searching for
A forever Valentine
We both thought love had passed us by
Would never come our way again
God had other plans for us
That year our journey would begin
We found each other through his grace
His plan would come to be
In November we were married
And became a family
You and I and Danielle Dawn
Traveled down life's road together
When the sun was shining bright
Through clouds and stormy weather
Always there for one another
As each Valentine's was cast
Thanking God for his good graces
In twenty twenty-two you passed
You will always be my Valentine
Though you are on the golden shore
Where you're waiting there to greet me
Valentines forevermore
The day after Valentine's Day,
for most may be sublime,
as a day achieved a measure
of some success, while
others gave it no light of
day most likely from
lacking a partner and
therefore gave it the
right of way so as not to
upend somebody's
prospects.
They would make some
sort of remedy to either
fill the void, or most
respectfully, start out
afresh and find somebody
special that'll be the
impetus for next year's
scheduled soiree.
Yet there is that one
element that would
toss the monkeywrench
into the woodwork, one
that seldom heard in
open conversation,
and that would be,
infidelity.
So Valentine's Day,
seems also to be in
reserve for even
those who do not
deliver flowers
with the unsigned
card at the front
of the door.
This is my last Valentine’s Day as a single man.
To this cute plump brunette, I have become her best fan.
There is something in this sweet doll too few guys have seen.
I have no worries since my life has become serene.
She will love me with all the utmost sincerity.
What a wonderful woman whose name is Stephanie.
Since I have known her, other girls simply don’t exist.
She is just right for me, and number one on my list.
Stephanie and I cannot wait for our wedding day.
That glorious time will take place the first Saturday
in the warm and beautiful springtime month known as May.
The ring on her finger tells me it’s not far away.
This fine woman is caring, compassionate, and honest.
Whenever I am with her, I put my mind to rest.
She makes genuine love to me as no woman can.
Knowing she will be with me makes me a happy man.
So what can I do on this day for my Stephanie?
Buy her flowers, candy, perfume, or some jewelry?
Should I take her out to dinner, and then to a movie?
I can’t decide, so I’ll give her all of the above.
Nothing is too good for this fine woman that I love.
Darling, I’m thinking of getting implants.
Right fine, I was going to the gardening centre today, we can go together
No, silly, breast implants.
You already have two breasts.
I want bigger ones.
How much do they cost.
Eight thousand pounds.
What, four thousand a breast, are they gold.
It’ll be worth it, and you are a breast man.
For that price, I would expect a lifetime subscription for Farley's Rusks.
You wait till you take my bra off.
That’s another thing, a new wardrobe.
Think of it as a Valentines present.
Wouldn’t you like a ring instead?
No, I want bigger breasts.
I want a bigger dick, but I can’t have one.
Well, actually you can, darling.
Not for those prices.
No, the surgeon says he can take a bit of fat off my breasts and insert it into your member.
What, you’ve been discussing me with the surgeon.
Yes, seemingly it’s the rage.
Oh, I don’t know, seems a bit Frankenstein to me.
Just think, you could be walking about with me inside you.
That’s another thing, you’re always complaining about your breasts.
Only when you grab them like rugby balls.
I get excited easily.
Why don’t we go to bed and discuss it?
Oh, no you don’t, before I know it you’ll be getting a nose job.
Look at my breasts darling, now imagine them bigger, can you see it.
All I can see is pound signs.
Put that extra large member inside me, how are you feeling now.
I’m feeling poor.
You’re not looking properly, visualise me taking my bra off, you’re getting erect, you can’t take your eyes off them. What do you see now
My god, it's amazing, I can see it now, do you think I can dip my rusk in your milk.
If discipline be righteous let me stray but for a while
And beg the Fates indulgence on the morrow
For surely cruel as fate can be
There's kindness in the breast for he that
Strays in ways gods envy and admire
If heaven smile the while you dally
Lost in that space none dared precede
It can't but wonder how creation
Dwelling under heaven's folly
Follows on the path you have created
Hearts together beating as two within one breast
Facing love with nothing in between
One casting from the mold the gods broke on request
The fate not resting til it wrest from Chronos
Moments precious lost in time now found
Lives entwined as flames no quenching thirst can hold
So bright the night can hold no purchase on the soul
Hearts aflight would light now holding fast against the darkness
Which would swallow and consume that light most richly blest
Whose purchase can outshine all heavens gold