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I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE
Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?
Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing still amidst the tickling water,
my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon,
my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by you.
Barefooted, I amble along the silky sands
seagulls fingers rushing to caress my feet but
droplets of August rain run fast above my head.
The crisp wind wafts whispering something in my ear
t'was the songs we sang second week of February
honeysuckle times gone but still my celcius sprint.
Softly, I tread back to memoirs playing a chemistry
where there catena of reactions descry revealing we...
Cleansed from river tears, blessed by suns of home,
my heart didn't surrender in wanting your presence soon.
Crossing limitless borders where our lamp is trust,
the choice to continue gleams in the name of freedom,
as we daily counteract two strategic villains:
the odd times and the eight thousand miles distance.
Yes, afar but this NOT THE BARRIER. Us baring our souls.
Us stepping onward, offering ourselves, to attain one goal.
I listened close to your voice as we talk by phone
My oh my, your tone, your giggle magnify my thoughts!
but this not enough 'cause I yearn to hold you most.
I want to ask: what is it that's not in my heart
that fate acted so long in keeping us apart?
Perhaps... Ah perhaps! This must be for us
to rightly spell the language of love...
The long distance vanguished, frozen fears diminished,
sapphire eyes cushioned by cherry color skin sings
as he stares whole from rosy chocolate coated cutis
to eyes touching tears, directly screaming: "I love you..."
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10:59am, July 24, 2015
during the quiet calm
of serene panting
beneath saint Cecilia's tomb
i'd began to wander
about stone structures
captured in sorted monuments
one would nestle so tranquil
throughout sudden raptures
gathered about Di Vatican's scrolls
tainted with forgotten truths
of mortified mystery
and gentle grievances
reaping beholding the just
of twilight laughter
a broken chalice
opening a wooden door
of surviving Florence
in nineteen forty three
karma arises behind
uncovered ashes
hindering the brutal
mindful beings clinging
to forgiveness needing naught
for chastising the greedy
accordingly upright
and slow to righteousness
a graveness thought of
only above hamburgs promise
feeding a whisper as we weep so
for the souls of the silent beings
The Joy I Have in Life
By Franklin Price
12/31/2023
Thank you God for giving me the joy I have in life
You sent your only Son to save me, and you sent my loving wife
You brought me friends and family, that know what love's about
You've always paved the way for me, even when I've had some doubt
When my mind begins to wander and I think, oh woe is me
You bring another in my life, and give more joy for me to see
You have shown the joy's in giving, and in giving we receive
You have shown me life's true meaning, if I only just believe
I'm at a crossroads in my life, and though I'm living all alone
I know I'm never by myself, and my life alone has grown
I have found a place to worship you, and the goodness of your way
You always are within me and I know you're here to stay
Although You're always with me, and with me always will abide
I would be grateful to You, to have someone by my side
To share this life together, that you've provided, oh so well
I would prefer that they've had love as I, and not from a living hell
You have provided for me, as I have moved along the way
Shown me that being selfish, in the long run doesn't pay
The wife I had for many years, always took away my tears
She was always with me, in my aspirations and my fears.
In your wisdom, when you took her, and she went to heaven's door
I knew you had more plans for me, much more, for me, in store
My daughter has found love in life, grandchildren much the same
They both have started families, and are succeeding in life's game
The years are moving on quite fast, don't know when this life will end
Would love to find another, on whom each other could depend
If you've had love as I have had, and now you think it's time to vote
And think that we may get along, pick up the phone, or send a note
I'm not looking for just anyone to lie beside me in the bed
I want to share my life with you, want to be within your head
Want to share my friends and family, and to give more than I get
If you think the same as me, we may get together yet
If that is not to happen, don't be discouraged in your plight
Don't close your eyes to someone, who could be your mister right
Raise your head out of the sand, and face another coming day
You don't have to live your life alone, there could just be another way
Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
And making out with a long neck lone star
Ancient guardian of the sacred essence,
You wander through the taciturn void of slumbering souls
Where the shadow of truth gravely trickles into hieroglyphs,
An affection imprinted,
Upon the white colossi, cloaked in moss, who once
Reflected in faith lofty secrets,
The signatures of visionaries of yore
Howl an ode to knowledge,
Then beg, like an elixir, the heart of endless vigil
To chant a resurrection,
A living codex of verbs deeply carved into existence
To break free from the frame of a retouched chrysalis
With perilous oaths to tear the veil of stagnation,
To rekindle the polar flame of evergreen truth
In leaps unfolding from sidereal numbness
Illumination pleads for a reborn symphony
Truth with fresh breath –
That antagonizes a caravan of unforeseen revelations
That sows new causes for renewed deeds
In the sanctuary of the heart that waits with open embrace.
i was listening to Levertov read
one of her poems
and as she spoke my mind drifted
her words were of those moments
when manunkind sinks its' teeth
into the bowels of the earth
rapes untold but well known
riches for itself
my mind wandered from the reading
a slow walk thru the cedar forest
of the Levant, now gone
sitting on the ocean's floor
in sunken ships, rotting
sad but it is a fate
commerce will never be denied
as the neolithic exploded
agriculture within that admixture
abundance must be moved
but the most horrifying aspect therein
it paid for a military
the wars began, humanity failed itself
the Garden's tale repeats itself
Denise proves the point
the poets' words are in themselves
moments when the rights and wrongs
suddenly appear in neural pathways
marching from the shadows
as Sherlock Holmes noted
hidden within until life demands a clue
why in Medieval times the adage
following the overthrow of a king
what should we do next, warriors sing
kill the poets comes the cry
which is why they live in no cages
they are free-range natured
to wander the land in freedom
where imagination and inspiration
lie in the most surprising places
neural pathways within
inebriated by atoms surrounding them
a liquor brewed from casks
where creativity floats in pearls
adorned in every jewel
gifts from the heavens above
where success is the sweetest
the moment it moves from the mortal
into the realms of the immortal
coming full circle
as Auden so well points out
time says nothing more than
i told you so
we were never a paradise lost
OKC 7/22
Here I am in this sweltering heat
Trying to shake the dust off my feet
And the evening gets longer and
Night falls rapidly upon my shoulder
I look beyond the horizon to see
If you were standing there
But the mountain stood still
While the blazing heat climb
Slowly up the hill, I saw a shadow
Standing there with a bone arrow and a spear
And the radiant light from the sun
Penetrate it from above and sharpen its tip
You were getting ready for battle
And surveying the land with an old
Rusty weapon and truck filled with gasoline
Nothing was moving except your eyes
Circling the landscape and the birds
Standing quietly on the branches as if
They were expecting a visitor
And the heat continues to wet my body
And drain my kinetic energy
Something was about to happen
but I could not tell from where
I kept looking at you standing on the mountain
And all of a sudden the wind began to blow
and the rain cloudburst and cool down the earth
Where do I go when there is no show
Where do I go when the moon is still
Where do I go when I want to climb on top of the hill
And when the weather is fine
must I stay here and wander in despair?
I travel through the windows of my mind
Searching for one solid line that everyone could sing
But the voice could not blend
because every one had a different rhythm
I had to searched hard and long to get
You off the mountain but you seem
To like it there so destiny will
Build a house for you up there
You will have everything you need
And you will enjoy the fresh air
and the cool breeze
Climb to the top of the mountain
and hear the good tidings
It is where the mountain touch the sky
And where the rainbows lie
They are coming in droves from the other side
So climb to the top of the hill and say the last goodbye
The message is deep and someone is waiting for thee.
Climb to the top of the mountain and rescue me.
Somewhere in Transylvania a pale-faced man
named count Dracula spread much terror in his land;
from his massive castle towering the towns below,
he sought fresh blood from throbbing veins
and they were of the youngest, pritties virgins
he abducted in the midnight moon's shimmering glow!
The horrified villagers left their lamps on and flashed wooden crosses
to keep him away from their doors as he lurked in every narrow street;
innocent girls heard about him and didn't seem terrified of his teeth...
and they couldn't wait for them to sink in their necks velvety as roses!
O Dracula, those victims dangling from the ceiling of that dark dungeon
moaned from starvation and seemed much colder that a silver rod;
and while they were dying, you still sucked the last drop of their blood!
O Dracula, men with pointy sticks hid in your castle and waited for dawn!
How could you lay in your coffin and sleep knowing you were going to die
on any morning at the hands of angry men to wanted to avenge every cruel deed?
A stick made as sharp as a blade was the perfect tool to kill a vampire,
and as you lay asleep, they stabbed you into the heart letting blood gush as a stream!
Somewhere in Transylvania in a castle so shunned and cursed by any traveler,
Dracula's restless spirit roams through hunted hall of shimmering light,
and powerless as he is, he still searches for souls subdued by fright...
but as a convict with a life sentence, he is condemned to wander and despair!
Man has been on earth quite a while
but every generation he asked how long?
even so, the next generation came along
carrying on their life thinking they belong
When one thinks of the past 100 years
so many changes for man to ponder
yet so far they've survived all that's come
thinking there's still much time to wander
Many experts tell us of climate change
with the dangers that would bring
politicians seem to ignore the dangers
thinking finance first before anything
The answer lies in going to the creator
for He knows when things will end
He's in control of this whole universe
so be sure you make Him your friend
For this friend is almighty God Himself
who's promised to judge one and all
those who believe His word will He save
but those that reject Him will eternally fall
Soft as hugs, tiny hands reach out
when the tall one comes to make the silly sounds.
Aaro forgets the dark warm place,
this new world too big.
*
Blinks at bright lights and strange faces.
Hears songs beyond the funny noises.
Wrapped snug in soft blanket folds,
Aaro wiggles on.
*
Dropping milk bubbles on fuzzy cloth, watches
shapes moving above: close enough to grab.
When sleep comes, Aaro takes a deep breath
and dreams away.
*
Sees a big face smiling in the light,
hiding then appearing with a "peek-a-boo."
Such a nice game, thinks Aaro,
it makes the big one laugh too.
*
Eyes will not stay on one thing
and wander to new colours instead:
ceiling fan spinning round and round;
herself, Aaro, a small wonder
known by warm arms.
*
Milk fills her tiny tummy. Coos escape
from lips still learning to smile.
Sleep comes to Aaro's eyes; her fingers,
wherever they reach, find something to hold.
*
A soft blanket against skin; her world,
sound-filled, simple as now.
Her cries heard always, Aaro babbles to herself
as she discovers everything new.