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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
Lord have they gone to far given an inch they want the yard
from burlesque to grotesque help me to not ever go back that way
vanity’s fair table no longer upon that table for now lays thy written word
for me and all to see that which was meant to entertain from poem
to plot now wrights like glorified misery it distains from play to matinee
every where you look the triple *** all they sell is sex from book
to comic to TV they try with adultness I no better than they gazed at that thrall
which was upon the pole the purse little did I know torturing my own soul
loosing fellowship while losing purse blind cat eyes can’t see drinking
yesterday today tomorrows hurt will not go away yet Lord there is a better way
praying the pain away in one name like pilgrims progress a real change
from person to family to industry to country to the world reach
the Gospel like your own personal wigglesworth revival an awakening
like a fall on your face Damascus walk this is not idle talk but for you I teach
warning every man for mine and yours man eternal survival
God is not mocked he died once for sin his commandment is eternal life
The Lamb of God who taketh away sin of the world he died for you whether
you believe it or not for God so loved the world he gave in your place
An eternal sacrifice once for all I must preach the Gospel and write
for woe is me and woes is you if not he that gather not scatters abroad
sin of silence do not stay don’t want to here him say I knew you not
for straight is the gate narrow is the way a hope for a purer Broadway also
broadcast Lord I hope they have not gone to far at last
Lord Jesus a need of redress American the burlesque
Mosquitoes Please Beware
With an audible snort of disgust,
I pushed back this chair of mine...
In my head, I angrily exclaimed...
Oh, no! Mosquitoes, they are at it again..
Dreaded mosquitoes, they make my life miserable..
Incessant buzzing and painful bites are inseparable...
I bent forward and low in this chair,
Swept my eagle eyes left and right...
Hoping to sight that obnoxious insect...
Daring it to fly into my area of sight...
Both my palms are opened and poised for action,
Eyes radar sighted onto the insect's flying position...
With the patience of Job from the Old Testament...
I waited patiently, eyes peeled and ears well tuned..
Where is that buzz, the flying sounds I know so well...
There! Out of the corner of my eye, I spied its flight...
I trained beady eyes hungrily on its ziggedy flight...
There is no way it is getting out of my sight...
In my mind I relish the thought of squishing this insect...
Slapping it dead within my palms is only the first step...
Mentally I drool as I imagined my feelings when I get to crush...
This nasty insect which is about to meet its doom in a rush...
A little closer, my lovely six legged friend with gossamer wings...
I'm sorry but I am the Maker your trouble making brings you in...
Smash! What an almighty clap of my palms in your honour...
My palms, they sting, they smart but that does not matter....
I opened my palms in jubilation, I have taken drastic action...
But what is this, both my open palms they are in spotless condition...
Woe is me! My almighty slap, that mother of all slaps, was in vain...
By some miscarriage of justice, this mosquito escapes to torment again...
Here it comes, gossamer wings blurring as it flies shrilly into sight...
Daring me, challenging me, inviting me to again kill it in its merry flight...
Involuntarily, my nostrils flared as again I snorted my disgust...
Bent over in my chair, crouched low as once again I lay in wait...
Fervently I uttered a silent prayer of deliverance from this flying evil...
As once again with the patience of Job I waited to pulverish this evil...
Fly hither, fly thither, fly merrily, fly unerringly into my sight if your dare...
Better warn your brethen, bloodthirsty fiends they are, please BEWARE!
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the love replaces hate so now eye want just to relate to all the STARS in
Hollywooded glens and pools of swimming fans. Eye had a picture ready to
download to the fanclub when the email did not come eye lost all hope that HE
was really there and sure enough it was a band called Carrey Band. This is just
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Charles Hice
Number 23
Number 23
Waiting in a line for food.
Am I in a prison or a diner.
Drinking soda and now water.
I am sitting in a recliner,
wishing that i could get up and
jump into the sink,
to drink a pail of water.
I am just a want too.
I am full of meat.
Waiting in a line for food.
Wanting bread but eating meat.
A poor man and his daughter.
I am number twenty three.
Charles Hice
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OH forever JOY the RIDDLER is mine at last.
Charles Hice
Two Months
(Since you've been in Heaven)
By Franklin Price
03/18/2021
Dear Lord, today marks two months since my Barbara left this life
Since You, in love and kindness, took away her pain and strife
You waited 'til our daughter Dani, could be with us on that day
We held tightly to each other as you took Barb's soul away
Thank you Lord and Savior for the ultimate you gave
Your only son, upon the cross, for our sinful lives to save
Barb's with you up in Heaven for she believed that this is true
I'll join her when it's my time, for I do believe it too
Dani stayed with me 'til Sunday. The two of us, both laughed and cried.
We celebrated lives together, knowing Barb was by your side
Part of all our lives, is death. The ones left, then must progress
Dwelling on the dear departed, can make the left one's lives a mess
Alone and left with sorrow, thinking only, “woe is me”
I heard her voice from heaven, “It will be okay, you'll see”.
Facebook posts, and phone calls, E-mails, cards, more than a few.
The love was overwhelming, allowing life to start anew
God, you blessed me with my poetry to help me try to understand
Sent an old time friend to visit, to help me out and hold my hand
Last week I went to Florida to see my family and friends
All of them brought joy to me, For those I missed, I make amends.
I have more friends than I deserve. Time was through before I knew
I love you, though I did not see you. I know there's more than just a few.
God, I want to thank you for everything you've given me
For touching hands, down here on Earth, for my friends and family.
You safely brought a new life, to my down trod mourning scene
A Great grandchild to celebrate, and his given name is Dean
We're going out to see him when Barbara's birthday comes around
On the twenty-third of April, we will hear his first hand sound
You read right, I'm saying we, Barb is always in my heart
She'll see Dean through my own eyes, though she's seen him from the start
I know that she was looking down when he took a breath and cried
From Heaven she was watching, for she would not be denied
Although I'm still in mourning, it's with a forward facing smile
I know that's what Barb wants for me, for a frown's just not my style.
At the mountain's peak, where the sky touches the earth,
Stands the graceful woman, determined in every moment, for every soul,
She trembles slightly, like a bird waiting, gentle in her love,
Her story unfolds in blue echoes, under the gaze of the stars.
In the pale moonlight, she speaks of the cold that froze the homes,
She asks with longing and pity, "Why do the little hands tremble, mother, and why does the earth cry?
You, boy, have the dagger that can wound, that can crush,
Do you still have anything gentle in you, or have we become strangers to each other?"
"I feel myself shrinking," sighs the watchful woman,
"People pass by on the streets, they look at us, count their years and traces,
I would like to kiss the fence between us, in a dance of love full of magic,
But this gesture remains in a dream, a prisoner at noon, in a world that cannot touch it."
In the silence of the night, I hear how the stone cries, in its centuries-old sorrow,
Bitten by the shadows of the dead, it has frozen in pain and sadness,
Well, I, the human, have also felt the bite of those times,
I flinched, I trembled, I faced the helplessness of my world.
I beat the guards with my unseen hands, with my sharp ears,
In the pause between words, the sounds of my inner greatness burst forth,
But my soul traveled through unseen worlds, seeking salvation,
I fell into a sea of thoughts, of dreams, I fell into myself, into an endless world.
In the midst of the unripe hemp field, I lie down and feel my longing,
Love grows in me like a heap of damp and fragrant hemp,
I feel the flame of passion igniting in me, of unrestrained desire,
I lose myself in a gymnastic love, in a dance shrouded in mystery.
In this dream world, I say, "Alas, woe is me,
I have thrown my glasses into the river of time and now I cannot see,
You, like a shining star, are in front of me, but the water separates us,
And yet, we are in the same boat of destiny, floating together."
We, two wanderers, in the middle of the night, cling to hope,
Traveling through hidden worlds, through deep and dark feelings,
In this melody of our hearts, we are a chorus of love,
And in the dead of night, under the star-filled sky, we find each other, we love, we embrace.
Mommy had a cold, now Dragon has it too. Oh woe is me! Woe to you, too!
Fire’s dribbling, fluidly from his eyes, as lava flows, in a nasty watery goo.
Coughs shoot in fireballs, as he coughs, with a non-tiring, and bitter croup.
Even his little bum, found itself, with the same un-erring problem, it’s true.
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
The house has finally imploded, so we have him floating on our big lake.
Hoping to bring his fever down, the water’s boiling, heavily in it’s wake.
So we’re now hosing water, from the shore, to cover him, in a soothing flow.
But now, the lava’s building an island of floating fire, in a bright red glow!!
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
But Mommy won’t be stopped from comforting her widdle, bitty Dragon Man.
So I rowed out sitting in an ice filled boat, as we had a brilliant, big, game plan!
I waas putting ice on his forehead, as others are trying to row out more, to me.
But the ice was instantly catching fire as it hit his forehead. Oh NO!! Woe is me!
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
Surprisingly! Singing to him, has put him soundly, and amazingly fast, to sleep.
So now I called the Vet, to save my widdle Dragon Man, as I soundly weeped!
But much to my surprise, Grandpa Troll and the Vet steadfastly, did totally agree.
Dragon’s in no trouble, for you see, fire is a kinda, Very Normal, Dragon Thing!
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
WHAT! You’re kidding! I said in Alarm! He’ll be fine? So just let him sleep?
But NOW he’s blowing fiery bubbles that are floating off high, into the air!
And every time he hiccups, they’re getting bigger! Do what? What did you say?
Get a gun!! OH, to shoot them from the air? And he should be fine by morning?
Honestly, a Momma’s job is never done, as the fever did finally pass at dawn.
As we exhaustedly, all took Dragon home. Well, to what was left, of it, that is.
But Momma had her widdle baby Dragon back, and that was ALL we did want!!
My prayers were finally answered! So Dear God! THANK YOU!! and AMEN!
Written by Carol Eastman 4-8-2016
Some days...sometimes I just wish
I just wish the dreams I dream
I just wish the dreams that shudder me awake
I just wish the dreams that haunt me
would simply swallow me whole...
Hear me out
just hear me out
I've realized what I can't stomach
I've realized what I keep trying to escape
I have picked my poison
and the evil scientist who has created life
keeps injecting the virus in my bloodstream
slowly decreasing my life cycle
I've tried so hard to keep steady
I guess this is the part where I say
'oh, woe is me'
but all I can say is let me sleep
Let me sleep
It may haunt me
and I may die one more time
or just in consecutive sequence
without a funeral, without a eulogy
but I shall wake in time for the next day to start
like always, I shall wake in time for the next day to start
though I would receive one more phantom scar
to prove what I endured in make believe
wasn't an illusion just to me
Maybe I'm the only illusion
I already feel like a ghost
moving from body to body
yet somehow I've kept my own
I don't know
my philosophy is sacred yet nonsense
I can't expect it to make sense to you
to you my audience
I guess I just need a listener or two
I keep repeating things shall get better
repeating life isn't a complete disaster
repeating I shall find a way to live forever
but my number is now at 18
with possibly 70 years more to count down
So if I live forever, it's through these pages I construct
and I'll die one more death
and I'll die in a fiery inferno
if my pages bear the flame of no return
Please don't allow that to happen to me...
Some days...I just wish
just wish the dreams I dream
just wish the dreams that haunt me
would swallow me whole
For a reason I can't describe
but the only reason I can inscribe it
in my current pages
where I shall attempt to live forever
in poetic history
even if it's just known by me
'Oh, woe is me'
Satisfied?
I won't be until I close my eyes
and dream tonight
and dream tonight
that somewhere in the world I would flying
surfing through the stars
the stars, my second home
So where is my first...
narcissistic negativity in higher learning.
nods of forget-me-nots, knots in shyness
satisfying unconfidence - look at me,
don’t look at me, pass by, stop...please.
brat in me left for a funeral, fuming dissonance;
meanwhile friends thought I was dead, falling
off the precipice of this world, woe is me;
shame...I should feel shame at sharp turn
from reality - negativity my play.
the dead fell into me, he was condemned
to die an untimely death from pot, “they say.”
poor lot of the dead, drudgery of debt —
undefiled, dallying not with love nor hate.
i hated the solo seat next to this strange, pudgy boy -
he was only a boy, a barbizon actor - parting was such sweet sorrow,
he left the Globe Theater.
my bland diet of diurnal tides, wicked flow
of upset and woe, dictated by me -
for eternity i think not;
the shredmonster to grind the grandiose
conjecture of a silly girl’s thoughts,
thoughtless and lost.
now i know every life counts:
the drowned, the blood-ill, the poisoned
and the one-way erasure.
every moment counted - the countless counting
in math class, the superb poems i kissed or
absentmindedly missed, hysterical history
superciliously rendered to simple ears,
later pierced with inlaid gems — truth.
what is truth, asked by ages past - past my prime,
prim and proper squeezed through butt cheeks.
we must laugh, not just in the dark but in open places.
tear the pieces of my heart, the decor relentless
however i see through arbitrary glasses, classes
taught by God. i pray don’t break me. fragile glass,
shards sunken in — buried in the ocean sand.
my personality could split in half, in quarters —
behind the shed. negativity relishing, nodding.
positive i will not end up this way. my vocabulary
shan’t never be small, again i shall pour out
pages and pages of potential balm.
moisturizing at my age necessary — when you’re a child,
chilblains are myth. catharsis
chitter-chatters better with false teeth and assorted feathers.
12/5/2020
Contest: Catharis
Sponsor: Silent One
*Shakespeare
A dark and evil creature
Pursued a man today.
He tried to run,
He tried to hide,
But the darkness followed him.
He ran down the street,
And around the corner.
He ran up the stairs
And through the door,
Yet the darkness followed still
He shut his doors,
Turned on his lights,
And tried to find some peace;
But even in his lighted house,
The darkness still was there.
“Oh, foul creature,
What can you be,
And why do you pursue?”
For a moment, silence reigned,
Then the darkness answered him.
“I am your sin,
Your dirty deeds,
The things you try to hide.
Your sin cursed soul, is what I am,
The darkness within you.
There’s a price to be paid
For this lack of light.
Eternal fire, torment, and pain
Is the price that you must pay
For this darkness inside you.”
“Oh woe is me!”
The man then cried.
“Your price is much too high!
Is there no other way to pay?”
But the darkness in silence remained.
A knock at his door
Pierced his despair,
And he trudged to it to answer.
There stood a man with a smiling face
For no darkness followed him.
The stranger at the door said,
“I can see,
That you are in despair.
What troubles you?” and the man replied,
“That darkness over there.
He says, I’m doomed,
To eternal fire,
And doomed to eternal pain.
Do you know a way for me to escape
That darkness over there?”
“A man named Jesus,”
The stranger replied,
“The Son of God once came.
He shed His perfect, precious blood,
That darkness to send away.
The price for sin
Was paid in full when
He died and rose again.
His sinless blood can wash away
That darkness deep within.
This gift of love
Is free for all,
It gives eternal life.
Beautiful Heaven can be your home,
A place that darkness cannot go.”
“What must I do?”
The man then asked,
“So this gift I can receive?”
“Call unto God, acknowledge your sin,
Your darkness then confess,
And accept His gift
Of eternal life,
Eternal death forsake.
His blood will cover all your sins,
And the darkness then will fade”
“Oh, God,” the man prayed,
“I accept your gift,
Please wash away my sins.
Come into my heart and lead me today,
From darkness into light.