Seventy Six Poems - Poems about Seventy Six

she regurgitates her parent’s philosophy Lives their religious beliefs Spouts their politics Lives with their furniture She has never had to buy a couch or a chair Never had to wonder what her own ideas might be At seventy-six she is grateful She never had to develop an opinion of her own...

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I know everyone doesn’t need to hear what’s going on in your head, I just want one person to say I’m listening, I’m here....

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Hiroshima – seventy six years since August 6th, 1945 Once again, I take momentary pause to contemplate horrific event regarding unleashing atomic warfare activating nuclear brinkmanship, hence time to trot out a poem written initially some years ago courtesy yours truly. Robert Oppenheimer manned "The Manhattan Project",  a top secret World War II mission                    which constituted "Little Boy" codename for a uranium gun-type atomic...

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In Seventeen Hundred and Seventy-six By Franklin Price 7/4/2017 In seventeen hundred and seventy-six this Independence Day Declared by our fore fathers, our freedoms here to stay They fought the revolution came away the winning team To see now what has happened would only make them scream Instead of independence we are dependent in our ways Caring for ourselves and family has...

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the expectation.... is the pain i write will be only a something faintly remembered lesson learned lesson earned tied up in a scarlet ribbon in my rubble laughter in the summer yellowed as the white i wore and obscured by my view of you playing, laughing... rescuing.. and acting like we were grown- ups living a life how much better the hot summer used to get hot...wet...tanned with...

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