Merlin's wand brushes the sky,
As the sun rises with a groan.
The caw of crows are harbingers
Of brightening days tomorrow.
Full rightly is the special one
Seated upon the Stone of Scone.
Prayers bring full circle ancestors,
Whose Book of Charms they borrow.
In four more days is Christmas Tide.
Here Nature waits.
The tree alive.
These words are shunned
By Rome's contrive.
This good day gives each a gift
To the person by his side.
Sealed now with song of return,
May Earth, in wealth, be well-supplied.
In four more days is Christmas Tide.
Twenty-one Months
By Franklin Price
10/18/2023
Twenty-one months have passed me by
Since God took my loving wife
For more than half a century
We honored vows for life
With all His love and wisdom
God took her, with Him, up above
Now she's looking down upon me
And still sending me her love
I feel her in my presence
I still feel her warmth at night
Underneath the covers
After turning out the light
I am slowly moving on
But still living all alone
I visit friends and family
Through internet and telephone
We come and go in person
I'm so grateful for their grace
The best of times are had with them
When I look upon their face
I long to have my Barbara back
But I know that's not to be
In time, may be another
I'll just have to wait and see
If that is not to happen
I know I had the very best
Who resides with God in heaven
Where He holds her to His chest
dandelions were stretched out along the roadside spent
wild lavender thistles were shriveling into brown stalks
we had no air in our car, it felt like we were in a sauna
the first few seconds were great, then it felt stifling.
how hot is it? I asked my niece. She checked her phone.
Heat advisory, heat index, heat…..here it is. A hundred and one.
In Kansas a hundred and one feels like six hundred and twenty-one.
Especially if you have no air in your car.
The grass had turned as tan as sand; it crunched when we walked.
Lawnmowers were called off, dirt patches felt solar-heated.
Roses, lilies, lilacs, crepe myrtles, and rose of Sharon had given up.
dandelions were stretched out along the roadside spent
Twenty one years a man grows
To become a full human.
He will battle all life's woes
And must prosper if he can.
Another score and one years he grows
To be now a full grown man.
By this time his role in life he knows
And has honed his acumen.
Yet a score and one years he grows
To be fully confident.
By this time the seeds he throws
And starts to become redundant.
Twenty one more years he grows
And may display highly polished weapons
In things pertaining to mind and soul.
But he is now in expiring seasons!
He may enter another twenty one
To be a hundred and five years,
But he is now but a child of his son
And cowed by all kinds of fears!
A further lease a few may start
But like a child they often cry.
They are simply far from smart!
And in this season they'll surely die!
Six twenty one year leases of life
Is the most anyone can get!
Years are no preserve of the wise;
One needs luck and a lowly mindset!
Methuselah got plenty of leases:
Well over nine centuries of life!
It was closer to man's origins,
When man's body could long survive!
Genesis 5: 27
yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow
where my soul finds a true repose,
she didn't leave me....
I speak to her every day,
she tweets back with glee!
we talk about the illusory flamboyant days
which tip-toed away in a veil,
the glistening saffron-hued days ~
when I was twenty-one,
with trancelike beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart,
dreamy eyes unfolding beauty of love!
with amber kindness in my soul,
with tangerine hope in my voice,
with azure grace in my walk,
with vermillion exuberance in my dance.
that twenty-one is never really gone,
I feel its demure whispering,
the hope, the dream, the cadence, the beat,
it's incredible! never left me
Caught between
wanting to be social
and destroy the media
Helmets are for sissies; I jump on my hog and head down the road
A two week vacation where I can be whoever I want.
No one knows me out here, I breeze down the highway
Loving the wind that rattles my teeth, feeling alive again
My youth comes back swiftly, I lose ten years every ten miles
There is no destination, it is the journey, the open road, I seek
I am replenished, refreshed, I have recaptured my hopes and dreams.
On my hog, I lose forty years in forty miles,
easily turning into my twenty-one year old self again.
One of my many foibles is greed.
I have placed myself in a bad situation indeed.
If I only hadn't sat at this blackjack table today.
My depleted bankroll won't permit me to stay.
I am flummoxed by the way the dealer pulls twenty-one.
That's it. I am over and done.
New Year’s Day One-One Twenty-One
David J Walker
One-One Twenty-One
Exhaling Decembers air
Breathing in and
Believing again
In hope
instead of despair
2021 has just arrived,
For most of us,we have survived.
We have said goodbye to family,
To friends we will never see.
Through all the tears and sadness,
You still live in our memories.
We miss you, goodbye.
I LONG TO SEE
MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL GOOD TO ONE
ANOTHER
JUST YOU WANT AND SEE
LOVE AINT ALL THAT COMPLICATED
SHE'LL HAVE ME HUSBANDNATED
GRATISFACTION AND SATISFACTION
I GUARANTEE
I LONG TO SEE
MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL TALK AND
HONOR ONE ANOTHER
JUST YOU WANT AND SEE
CLEVER CONVERSATIONS
TALKING AND NEGOTIATING
I LONG TO SEE
MY LOVER
SOMEWHERE SHE WAITS FOR ME
ROMANTIC SUPPERS
AND SPECIAL EVENINGS
CANDLELIGHT AND KISSING
WE'LL SPEND TIME REMINISCING
JUST WAIT AND SEE
I LONG TO SEE MY LOVER
SOMEWHERE SHE WAITS FOR ME
Gee, I didn’t think you were ever coming out
You know that I’m in favor of what it’s about
I stand behind my astute and deceiving teen
Hooked to the box you’d break the machine
Your mom thinks it’s wise to have one mate
Do you believe in free will or leave it to fate?
Safety first today in this scary gun toting era
And the nuclear threat keeps getting nearer
But somehow please, just be honest with me
Tell me what you learned about being so free
A hustler is trying hard to make America right
But I’m not so sure you’re included in his fight
There is one thing today that still is not great
We haven’t come close to getting rid of hate
Twenty-one December 2018
(Spindale, NC)
By Franklin Price
12/121/2018
It's twenty-one December
And there's not a drop of snow
Gone all the whiteness
Fallen several days ago
Appearing once again the leaves
That I did not yet rake
Santa will be disappointed
So I'll bribe him with some cake
In four days he is coming
I know he's flying to my house
I was bad for not yet raking
He's bringing presents for my spouse
His flying sleigh will come around
With eight deer pulling hard
Rudolph the red-nosed in the lead
He's flying weather guard
Even though I'm growing older
I still believe in Santa Claus
Stories I was told when young
Still makes me stop and pause
I make this wish to Santa
As he flies on Christmas eve
Bring peace and love to everyone
Before it's over and you leave
Twenty-one in Vegas
(with love to Lily)
Franklin Price
7/31/2018
We're waiting here in Vegas
For the Airplane bringing you
To celebrate adultery
That comes on August two
Adultery's not the word to use
But I thought it would be fun
After all you'll be in Vegas
When you're turning twenty- one
A Disney World for grown-ups
A time for you to let it go
What happens when in Vegas
Stays in Vegas, don't you know
Inside the box were twenty cards
To send to twenty friends
Or any folk to whom your wish
For festive joy extends.
But when I filled them out and they
Were signed and stamped and sealed,
I realized that the box had
One more envelope to yield.
It wasn’t a surprise, for it’s
Been just that way for years,
Though recently some companies
Have started switching gears.
The extra envelope is there
In case you make a goof
When writing an address;
Just start again and there’s no proof.
I guess the manufacturers
Thought little of our skill
To copy an address, but I
Their image won’t fulfill.
And so I have a drawer that’s full
Of envelopes galore.
I’m set for life if extras
Aren’t added anymore.
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