Supply Poems

You are my person 
Why are you Ill
My mouth, your burden
Your ears, my pill

I loathe this concoction
Of you and I
But see, no more options 
You are, my supply

You are my husband
And, I, your wife
This is not just pretend
This is our...Read More

I’m better altered
Attitude and mood
I want a companion
Not angered, or rude

A bipolar manner
Leaves me perplexed
I plead for a canter
And knowing what’s next

Just a steady stride
Repeating beat
A healthy supply
To quench my need

It boosts my mood
It soothes my pain
It’s different with you
You’re...Read More

I cannot let this obsession with Coronavirus (COVID19) go
It is apparent, from the number of deaths projected, to be in the hundreds of thousands, that many Americans still are not heeding the warnings. I hope that my writing about it...Read More

In the Far Off Land of China
(To the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic)
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By Franklin Price
03/28/2020

In the Far off land of China many thousand miles away
The Coronavirus came to its first human on that day
Was ever more...Read More

The Battle Hymn of the Republic was the rallying song for the United States of America during the Civil War. It was written and published the first time in February 1862; shortly after the war began.  

I woke up...Read More

Fete Nationale finally came about on July 14th 1789
When the commoners stormed the Bastile so fine.
Their crops had failed that summer, and it went to their head.
They were spending ninety-percent of their salary on bread

The Tyranny of King Louis the...Read More

Silver and Gold

In the silence of darkness you bring light to my life
listen closely to the words of your husband.

Dear wife,

There has never been another, another'll never be
Nothing compares to what you are to me
From the moment we met throughout...Read More

I'd really like to know ?

Regarding CO-19

What is God's take on all of this ?

Is this all part of his plan ?

Is it in fact God's will ?

A test of faith and belief ?

Or are we on our own here...Read More

Armed with abundance, infinity dictates
Charmed by assurance of blossoming supply
Fruitful hands encircle orchard's offering
Boughs bestow nourishment ripe flesh provides

Harrowing hunt, road collides with horizon
Narrowing options ominously herald hardship
Frantic hands grab due to doomsday prediction
Equity halted by maneuvers of manic narcisists

Swarmed...Read More

Cheat and love and lie and run
Philosophical incline
Who will win and who will try
Broken promises supply.

Roses, Moses, Richelieu
Rothschild, Laurence Olivier
Who accept and who decline
Leave and stay or laugh and die.

Father Pig upholds the law
Mother Piggy makes coleslaw
Children piglets fight and...Read More

On halt 
All traffic movements 
All over this planet

Demand for oil say no
To supply more and more

Oil prices slashed!
             


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Young and Free Cautioned By Corona 

Suburbs' worst imaginings bombard a squinting comprehension 
Suspended events filter faith, panic permeates a stoic psyche
Supporting mangroves supply a scurry of wood and honey
Stalking forested in silence, disguised tiger virus strikes

Copious having emulates control,...Read More

Help us lead* others to You, Lord … grateful for Your bountifulness
As we praise Your gloriousness and greatness
Direct us to express Your loving kindness
For us to win souls, showing them Your redemption’s joyfulness.

Help us lead others to You, Lord …...Read More

(buy two for the price of one)

Serve your mom and dad a tea at breakfast
With ginger and drops of sedatives to relax
Drive them to the market in Happy Town
Buy them new outfits and shoes
Parents must look good for a presentation
Comb...Read More

Evil has evolved their hearts through surgery
concern for the people, displayed in absolute forgery
cutting common supply to show how ruthless
cold minds with parasitic heads so heartless
a large people carried by the small minded
welfare then restricted, only to their kindred
suffering, lashing...Read More

Rollo Rigby was a lover of candy
he kept a big supply ever handy.
But he became so obese
he waddled like geese.
He quit candy but is hooked on brandy
(making his life fine and dandy)....Read More

If I had a semi
I would fill it with cushions and couches
I would paint Party Uber on her outsides

I would put a refrigerator in her
And a fire pit with roasting tongs

There would always be a supply of marshmallows
Graham crackers and...Read More

I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it was pretty absurd.

The child of recovering addicts.
Even one that still until recently would slip.
Watching a...Read More

Blood spilling in the east running all the way to the west
Forming rivers of doubt in the north and South
An army of men converge along the river bank
With long guns strapped to their sides
And big army bags parachuting from their...Read More

Now he’s stopped 
and not forgetting 
he’s wailing petty 
nonstop and getting 
no help no pity
inside he’s broken 
shutting down 
no means of coping 
no one around
No love shown to him
hell bound
never known loves bliss
cracked perspective 
no care not missed
Doesn’t...Read More

Drug Addiction and suicide are no joke.
Some people find it entertaining when those individuals croak.
Recovering and living I've seen both sides
I just wish people could live their lives.

Whether it's a pill, powder, or a needle
This epidemic can be unspeakable.
Whether it's...Read More

  My verses smell
 reality when
the truth of life
calls me ....

My verses taste
of hope, which is
my raw material ...

My verses occasionally
do not enchant, it is because
I haven't wet them with
enough inspiration ...
And not by carelessness or
ill will, is that...Read More

Hush, now, my baby girl,
Lay your weary head on my breast.
Feast upon your mother's milk.
And drink until you have your fill.

Nursing time is time for bonding.
Hush, now, my baby girl.
Let the moment fill you with rest.
Mother will supply all your...Read More

An angel disgusted by its shabby wings 
protested angrily with loud whinings: 
“Lord, look at my wings, they’re old and weak; 
I’ll be lucky if they outlast the week. 
I desperately need a new pair to fly. 
Surely you have...Read More

When we find our convictions attacked,
we rely on a deck neatly stacked.
There’s a cool little bias
that will always supply us
with a handy alternative fact....Read More