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George Franklin Poem
my daughter
MY DAUGHTER HERE I HONOR THEE
IS IT? BECAUSE LIKE ME?
YOU HAVE A PARENT TO RESENT,
A PARENT, WHO THOU WELLMENT
DID PASS HIS WAYS ALONG THE LINE.
TO MAKE FAIR GROWTH A LETHAL MINE.
THAT SECRET THING THAT TROUBLES US.
TODAY, I BELIEVED.
I LOVE MY DAUGHTER,
AND LET GO OF THE THINGS AND FEELINGS
THAT STOPPED THAT LOVE FROM BEING SHARED,
I KNOW I HAVE TO TELL HER OF THESE THINGS AS SHE IS,
WILL BE, A NEW AGE WOMEN.
What are the shadows?
That she hold fast
The ones to let go of, at last
Peace is in the letting go
If I could only let her know
I’m in my shoes, not hers
I may have worn them in the past
But her finding, is her path
One day she’ll wish she had
Gone into that darkened place
And found the lighter side
With a welcome and a smile
Especially hoped for
Before I die
But more important be
her finding of
Happiness, joy, and fully free
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George Franklin Poem
KAYAK 1942 ? Ireland
A LAD NOT THREE
STRETCHES FOR THE WINDOW SILL
A ROOM QUITE DARK
NO SOUND AROUND
ALL MOVEMENT IS OUTSIDE
A DAY BRIGHT BLUE
ELMS, GRAND PARENTS GREW.
BARK OF MOTTLED GRAY.
FILTERED LIGHT OF YELLOW GREEN
A FIGURE PASSES, SO WHITE, TALL, LEAN,
WEARING A SUITE OF BLUE AND
POINTED KAYAK RED,
HE STRODE PASSING LEFT TO
LAUNCH AND WHEN OR WHERE,
[WHO KNOWS?] HE GOES
A DREAM OF MANY A YEAR
PAST, SUDDENLY REVEALED,
THE FIGURES WHERE
MY DAD AND ME.
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George Franklin Poem
life is but a blink in time
I've nearly used up mine
what have I achieved
how will it be perceived
did I love or not
will I be soon forgot
OR haiku ?
a silent sigh
a silken thigh
a golden blond glides by
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George Franklin Poem
A SILKEN THIGH
A SILENT SIGH
A GOLDEN BLOND
GLIDES BY
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George Franklin Poem
emptiness 2
How do you feel today ?
Like I’m in a empty room
A plain box in grey
Waiting for the end or doom
To come and get me
emptiness
I guess
Is what I feel
Is it the celexa or not
Life’s anchors
Linger not
My wife’s carer
Says talk to somebody at the office
My friend ‘s
Don’t know
Or do they feel
the same as me
I can’t tell them.
Looking out my window
I realise.
the shining leaves and tree’s
The sky and sun
Will continue on
when I’m long gone
even when human kind
has done its worse
to despoil our universe
do we deserve the wonders
we’ve been given here
god or happenstance
matters not
selfishness and greed
are they the same
planets by the million
galaxies a billion
more or less
do they contain
creatures of lessor greed
or imaginary need
when happiness
is what they need
but again
time will go on
when human life is gone
time and space eternal
in emptiness
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George Franklin Poem
MOMENTS 1 GAZING
THE MORNING WINDOW FRAMED,
A VIEW, FOR GAZING, GRAZING
A GENTLE PASTURE SLOPING,
AND CLAD IN GRASSES WAVING TO THE SKY
YELLOW AND PURPLE FLOWERS
ENDOWED WITH TRANQUILLITY
WILD ORCHIDS THE BEST
ALL
ALLEVIATE THE NEEDS OF BEES
AND CREEPING CRAWLING CREATURES
Who FEED THE FLITTING CHAFFINCHES
AS SWIRLING SWALLOWS IMPRESS
THE RHUBARB PATCH SNUGGLES
BEFORE THE BUSH LINE,
THAT SEPARATES THE BAY AND LOCH
FROM, WHICH A MIGHTY ROCK
STRADDLES, BEFORE THE EYE,
WANDERS TO A BLUE
AND CLOUD PILLOWED SKY
THIS STATIC ROCK OF PEAT, TREES
STONE WALLED FIELDS
OF DIFFERENT GREENS
THAT APPEARS
STILL
BUT CHANGES ALL THE TIME
WHITE DOTS OF COTTAGES
ON LAKE AND LEA
YOU SIT AND WAIT
FOR THINGS ALIVE
YOU LOOK AWAY
FOR TEA AND A SMILE
OR CRAIC Irish chat
ALL ABUNDANT HERE
RETURN TO GAZE, AND AMAZE
THE MIST HAS DROPPED
AND An ISLAND HAS APPEARED
GRAVITY PROPELLED IN WELLIES
THROUGH FIELD AND BUSH
BY SHALLOW BAY ARRESTED
A ROTTED RED AND HEIDE BLUE,
BOAT ATTESTS
TO THE LAPSTREAKE BEAUTY
CODDLED OVER THERE
BLUE AND FLUFFY WHITE
REFLECTED IN SANDY
TRANSPARENT HUES
FRAMED BY ROCKS
STACKED IN ROWS
CAPPED BY POSTS WIRE HELD
FISH RINGS ENDOWED
CLOUDS IN BAY PROPELLED
AND ALL, IN PASSING FRATERNITY.
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George Franklin Poem
THE MORNING WINDOW FRAMED,
A VIEW, FOR GAZING, GRAZING
A GENTLE PASTURE SLOPING,
AND CLAD IN GRASSES WAVING TO THE SKY
YELLOW AND PURPLE FLOWERS
ENDOWED WITH TRANQUILLITY
WILD ORCHIDS THE BEST
ALL
ALLEVIATE THE NEEDS OF BEES
AND CREEPING CRAWLING CREATURES
Who FEED THE FLITTING CHAFFINCHES
AS SWIRLING SWALLOWS IMPRESS
THE RHUBARB PATCH SNUGGLES
BEFORE THE BUSH LINE,
THAT SEPARATES THE BAY AND LOCH
FROM, WHICH A MIGHTY ROCK
STRADDLES, BEFORE THE EYE,
WANDERS TO A BLUE
AND CLOUD PILLOWED SKY
THIS STATIC ROCK OF PEAT, TREES
STONE WALLED FIELDS
OF DIFFERENT GREENS
THAT APPEARS
STILL
BUT CHANGES ALL THE TIME
WHITE DOTS OF COTTAGES
ON LAKE AND LEA
YOU SIT AND WAIT
FOR THINGS ALIVE
YOU LOOK AWAY
FOR TEA AND A SMILE
OR CRAIC irish chat
ALL ABUNDANT HERE
RETURN TO GAZE, AND AMAZE
THE MIST HAS DROPPED
AND An ISLAND HAS APPEARED
GRAVITY PROPELLED IN WELLIES
THROUGH FIELD AND BUSH
BY SHALLOW BAY ARRESTED
A ROTTED RED AND HEIDE BLUE,
BOAT ATTESTS
TO THE LAPSTREAKE BEAUTY
CODDLED OVER THERE
BLUE AND FLUFFY WHITE
REFLECTED IN SANDY
TRANSPARENT HUES
FRAMED BY ROCKS
STACKED IN ROWS
CAPPED BY POSTS WIRE HELD
FISH RINGS ENDOWED
CLOUDS IN BAY PROPELLED
AND ALL, IN PASSING FRATERNITY.
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George Franklin Poem
VERNANS PAIN
DUE AGAIN, AGAIN
HE SHOWS
HEROIC STRENGTH
ALL, IN VAIN,
HIS BODY HALTS,
SAYS “STOP THE PAIN ‘’
CRUMBLE STUMBLES
FAILS TO OVER POWER
THE EVIL’S CLAIM
TO HIS DOMAIN
THE TRIBE THAT LOVES
LOOKS ON DISTRAUGHT
AND UNABLE TO HELP
TRIES LOVES SUPPORT
RETURN TO SAY GOODBY
GAUNT
THE WILD MAN'S ON HIS WAY
BEHIND EYES CLOSED SO TIGHT
'' WE'VE, COME TO SAY GOODBY ''
A CARESS
A FLUTTER, A SMILE
A DISTANT LOOK
THAT RECOGNIZES,
FORGIVES,
SAYS ADIEU
MARGARET'S IMAGE HOVERS CLOSE
AS JACKIE KEEPS A
WEARY, TEARFUL
WATCH OVER DAD,
HIS FEET AND HANDS
NOT WASTED
LIKE THE VIBRANT
VERN I KNEW
A BODY LEFT BEHIND THAT NIGHT
AS OFF HE GOES
TO TEAR AHEAD
'' REMOVED,'' SAY YOU
I THINK
' ' OUR MAN ABOVE
IS EXPECTING YOU''
TRUE !
FORGIVENESS DUE
THOSE LEFT BEHIND
HOPE TO GATHER
ANOTHER TIME
HIS TRIBAL PALS
WILL SPREAD
MEMORIES AND ASHES
THE FISHES WAY
AND TREAD AGAIN
HIS SORGINE,
HE'S OFT
AND LEFT US WITH
OUR LOVE
AND CARING TRUE
OUR MORTAL FEARS
SUSPENDED
AS WE MOURN AND CARE
LAUGH AND REMEMBER
HE GOES AHEAD
FOR HIS AGENDA
IS '' FORGE THE WAY ''
AND WAIT,
ADIEU,
GOD BLESS,
HERE'S TO YOU
A GLASS OR TWO
WE RAISE IN PRAISE
NOW,
AND AGAIN
MAGGIE! ARE YOU COMING?
JOAN AND THE OTHERS WILL BE ALONG LATER
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George Franklin Poem
Shimmering
shimmering light on the water
shimmering waves depart
shimmering clouds in the sky
shimmering shadows on the fly
shimmering wind in the trees
shimmering rustling of leaves
shimmering thought's of the mind
shimmering solutions to find
shimmering feeling of the heart
shimmering coming apart
shimmering seeking the soul
shimmering to make me whole
shimmering life on the go
shimmering nowhere to go
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Climbing the other side
of the valley, to the old orchard,
finding and rejoicing
in a pasture
completely blanketed in
long stemmed Blue bells,
whose heads folded over like tiny bells
and stems when
gently pulled, allowed
you to suck out a sweet sharp sap,
in our joy we would pick,
great, as far as
the arms could reach,
bundles of flowers
to take home
this wasn’t encouraged,
other times the
orchard provided
for our awe,
tall waving, strong yellow flowered,
deep green slender leafed daffodils,
or we discovered the hill
blanketed in
giant primuli of many luscious colors
nestled in the grass
Even the hedge rows revealed
secrets, dock leaf spiny wort
wild holly hock or rhubarb
leafy plants and vines,
so many different shapes and kinds,
but watch the stinging nettles,
they got you with red,
Have to be scratched wields.
Memories of foxes, rabbits,
Newts loping or
scurrying out of
our joyous passing.
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