Quest be, will we exist ... 'tis hit or miss
be of a lifetime. I gave no degree
of my retractions that constants amiss
my seeing yon desk an intimacy
be measured as the worth of passages.
A ponderous virtue partook a smile
that placed atop lap held, arched assuages,
instantly noted, that after a while,
what had parted yon me cannot have gone
unnoticed, mainly, in closeness to me.
I barely moved; could one part day from dawn.
A book was returned, oh my, could it be?
Not lap or arched back, he stares at the floor,
torn mind as a book sits unfound once more.
Categories:
retractions, analogy, change, character, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
I Never Cease to Wonder
By Franklin Price
9/22/2109
I never cease to wonder
How our leaders are today
How the truth's of little matter
In much of what they say
How they're using innuendo
And untruths to overcome
Never saying how they'll lead us
Are, we the people, that damn dumb?
The media goes right along
Reporting what will sell
Market share's what matters
Even when their noses swell
Lies put on the front page
Until they're proven wrong
Retractions, put in small print,
In the back where they belong
Where is the journalism
That put honesty in news?
Gone when it disagrees
With opponents and their views
All sides act the same way
As they pull us all asunder
How can they do this to us?
Well, I never cease to wonder
Categories:
retractions, allusion, america, leadership, political,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes....
I think that I might be allergic to life...
Like, every sarcastic remark,
Like every rude response,
Like every eye roll,
Every rebuttal,
given about every infraction...
Isn't me being snarky or difficult,
But an allergic reaction.
Like every angry, eye twitching response, is just another allergic reaction inducing verbal retractions...
And, no....
I'm not under duress.
I'm not overly stressed.
I'm not pressed for time,
Or any other mess.
I'm just allergic...
to b.s.
I'm... allergic... to b.s. ...
I'm allergic to YOUR b.s.
And.... there's no cream, to rub on it...
Nothing to take, except maybe gin & tonic...
But, that might make my tongue wagging skills...
Super Sonic.
So.... I just tried meditation,
To stave off the imagined decapitation...
I mean deportation...
I mean confrontation...
I mean... to better focus on my salvation.
Categories:
retractions, feelings,
Form: I do not know?
poetically fractured retractions
gnashing night prayers,
scribbling braille,
written sideways
dipped in holy water's resolution,
compromising statements
of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
of nakedly sick psycho, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
quarter past total trade-offs
in a spoonful of smoky reflections
sans acid's sugar trip,
anointed of rose-reddish
bloody false pretenses
dancing off center phases
in disillusioned
pirouettes of pseudo redemption,
whirling out of control on
staged tapestry's loftiness
surrendered ballet slippers
in blistered half promises,
as twisted metaphors sprightly
tuned out spun anomalies
below birds on a rusty wire tweeting
admissions' cobalt blue hazed execution,
rendered inky alterations' inquisitions
'pon pedaled pink fluff profundity,
exhaling paroxysms' jazzily engaged poesy
in vehemently enraged deliverance,
naught one is ever as they seem
through pigmented film 'neath
figment's imagined looking glass
of ingratiated delusional grandeur
Categories:
retractions, allegory, dance, metaphor, muse,
Form: Burlesque
Poetically fractured retractions
gnashing night prayers,
scribbling braille,
written sideways
dipped amid holy water retention,
compromising statements
of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
of nakedly sick psycho, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
half past total trade-offs
in a spoonful of smoky reflections
sans sugar's acid trip,
anointed of rose red
bloody false pretenses
dancing off center
in disillusioned
pirouettes of pseudo redemption,
whirling out of control on
staged tapestry's loftiness
surrendered ballet slippers
in blistered half promises,
as twisted metaphors sprightly
tuned out spun anomalies
below birds on a rusty wire tweeting
admissions of cobalt blue executions,
rendered inky alterations' inquisitions
'pon pedaled pink fluff profundity,
exhaling paroxysms of engaged poetry
in vehemently enraged deliverance,
naught one is ever as they seem
through pigmented film 'neath
figment's imagined looking glass
of ingratiated grand delusions
Categories:
retractions, hyperbole, imagery, imagination, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Not Our Founding Father's Nation
By Franklin Price
7/7/2016
Not our founding father's nation
That we're living in today
We're no longer using horses
To move ourselves along the way
Autos, planes and satellites
Make this country very small
The World is not much bigger
All is at our beck and call
Information instantaneous
Don't have to wait for print
No time to think what's happening
To know if we came or went
TV news and internet
Tell us lies until they're caught
If unlucky they've convinced us
What they're selling we have bought
Retractions often hidden
In the text of future lies
Misuse of new technologies
Is something I despise
The Constitution still applies
And the Holy Bible too
New interpretations needed
For the times we're going through
Be careful to whom you listen
Determine what is false or fact
Ride figuratively on a founder's horse
To determine how to act
Categories:
retractions, change, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
Stilted words, hesitation, a pause
once best of friends, now over in an instant.
Strangled breath, stomach in knots
surreal out of body sensation.
Our bond so close, like Jonathon and David
I saw, yet ignored a fragile weakness
believed her never ending hurt and pain
escaping ills, prescription pills, a ready fix.
Many times I tried to be a loving guide
encouraging words, long walks, prayers.
Sharing life, vacations, so many good times
or so I thought, as we journeyed here and there.
And then began a subtle slide, we faltered
I caught her in a lie so grand
winced in disbelief, it hurt
trust crumbled, turning stone to sand.
No retractions on her part, no never
truth be told, those cursed drugs
had over time enslaved her
and she let me go...my love was not enough.
I pray someday that she will bow
the knee to God, to help her see
her addiction, seek help, and learn how
to break those chains and be set free.
Written on 9/25/2015
Categories:
retractions, addiction, drug, friendship, loss,
Form: Rhyme
I am pure Russian and I am the bear
I have deep dark eyes and black , black hair
Russian girls are very pretty and very exciting bare
Straight and tall with features very fair
They are smart and have lots of brains
And apply themselves to learning even if it rains
English is one of our favorite subjects
And it is very hard to explain
Why we want to learn a second language that sometimes is lame
Which at the end of our most severe weather we can barely retain
It is winter now and my English is kind of sad
So I sit and study all night long ,
but after all its only a fad
For when summer comes I will be long, long gone
I try and try but it is so hard,
I can not seem to learn contractions
And sometimes I feel like I a retard,
So I make a list of all my retractions
Grammar is always difficult and I am always correcting my mistakes
But I love hearing English with all its corny cliques ,
and lots of people saying ,for goodness sakes
Thank goodness for this silly poem
Thank goodness this is the end
Thank goodness I will have no more use for this pen
Categories:
retractions, funny,
Form: Free verse
That resting's sideways mat
and resting's oblations seem exact
no thought defined, but to extract
life's residual interact!
I can't but bide in wait
God's asking is my fate,
what e'er the cost or blessing's loss
insolvent or belate!
In thee now only move
to strength as His denote,
no turning opposite as groove
does answer in remote!
Confiding self with care
perspectives safety ~ spare,
as loving thee nor harmony
retreats my every prayer!
In courage help me share
thy building up, not pare
no looking back, retractions act
configurations fare!
Retreat ~ the Soul's conform
as surely Faith is born
an action sin, confronts within
and Hope relates to scorn!
Categories:
retractions, hope, love, visionary, perspective,
Form: Rhyme