Seventy Six and Grateful
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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Categories:
seventy six, life,
Form: Free verse
Micro Seventy Six
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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Categories:
seventy six, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Hiroshima Seventy Six Years Since August 6th 1945
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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Categories:
seventy six, abuse, anniversary, august, conflict,
Form: Free verse
In Seventeen Hundred and Seventy-Six
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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Categories:
seventy six, independence day,
Form: Couplet
Nineteen and Seventy-Six
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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Categories:
seventy six, introspection, life, loss, love,
Form: Free verse