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Franklin Price Poem
May May Be
By Franklin Price
4/25/2015
May may be the nicest month
Of all the dozen best
You may ask why would I say this
Let us put it to the test
The days of winter gone
Freakish April in the past
Flowers are still blooming
We have not seen the last
The days have balmy temperatures
The nights are sleeping cool
Hot Summer days are not yet here
The kids are still in school
I remember dancing 'round the pole
When I was in grade three
Over under round about
Was a lot of fun for me
May has many holidays
In abundance they abound
Can celebrate or commemorate
With silence or with sound
May Day's the first with dancing pole
Cinco de Mayo, Teacher's Day
Victory in Europe
Take your mother out and pay
Don't forget our soldiers
For our freedom lives they give
Memorial Day is at the end
Celebrate the lives you live
For May and all the other months
Last words I say to you
Respect yourself and others
In everything you say and do
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015
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Franklin Price Poem
The Complex Math of Living
By Franklin Price
4/3/2015
The complex math of living
In this 21st Century
Is all about the numbers
Don't add up for you and me
Billions of people live on earth
Trillions of dollars spent
To cost a million of either
Would not even make a dent
Such thinking is the danger
To see just what I say
Look around the equal sign
Does not add up today
Nor do the powers want it to
For millions count as one
It's not too much to buy them
With trillions it is fun
Subtract the cost of purchasing
A people or a place
Divide and power conquers
Much of the human race
People multiply like rabbits
Power needs so few of them
Attract a small percentage
Find the ones whose wits are dim
Make promises that can't be kept
To add more to the crowd
Truth lost in presentation
When the words said very loud
Convince them all to work as one
To follow formulae
Put the blinders on them
They will follow 'til they die
If you are of the masses
Check the math of what I said
Don't follow power blindly
Don't support them 'til you're dead
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015
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Franklin Price Poem
Our Education's Who We Are
By Franklin Price
8/2/2016
Our education's who we are
And in what we do believe
How we deal with our emotions
How we give and we receive
Education shows the way
From the first breath to the last
Look to learning from the future
While remembering the past
When you're meeting someone new
Choose carefully your words
Education may not be the same
May think your thoughts are for the birds
When in doubt just listen
Words work when moving either way
There are many lessons to be learned
When we hear what others have to say
None of us knows everything
Please consider this next thought
Sometimes we are the teacher
At other times we are the taught
The trick is in determining
Which we are and when
To use our mouths or use our ears
When to stop or to begin
When we no longer listen
Think ours is the only voice
It's time to be a hermit
So others may rejoice
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016
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Franklin Price Poem
Friendship's All About Respect
By Franklin Price
4/7/2015
Friendship's all about respect
A meet a greet cause and effect
I don't know you you don't know me
Yet there is a commonality
We like to talk the subjects wide
Views apart or side by side
It matters not how we connect
Must for each other have respect
You have your right to have your view
I have my right to have mine too
Variety of thoughts abound
Discussion makes for common ground
The way we state our own belief
Can bring on stress welcome relief
Can bring together bonding more
Or sadly start another war
Words can hurt or heal the mind
The healing we should try to find
In all discussions to the end
If we're to keep a friend a friend
When it comes to you and me
We can agree to disagree
I still like your company
You are still a friend to me
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015
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Franklin Price Poem
The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)
The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of places we have known
The Interstates most boring
They bypass most the towns
The back roads way of living
And the country sights and sounds
We travel now from tank to tank
As fast as we can go
Many exits tempting
To go the way we used to know
We really have to get there
Where ever there may be
Don't have the time to see the sights
That in our youth we used to see
Two lane roads that sometimes share
The space with horse drawn carts
The smell of fresh mown hay in fields
That once had our minds and hearts
Dammit let's just do it
The next exit is the place
We'll get back to the byways
And from this high speed race
We see the sign for “Once Was there”
The exit is a mile
We're going back to memories
And a time that made us smile
Off we go in search of youth
And how things used to be
Do such places still exist?
We'll see what we will see.
There is the city limit sign
Now a wide spot in the road
With just a little country store
And the owner's small abode
The railroad tracks are rusty
No trains for many years
I think I see a side track
And a factory appears
The factory's old and leaking
Every time it storms and rains
There are no longer workers
As the tracks that have no trains
Just outside the little town
With the little country store
We come upon great farmlands
A thousand acres, sometimes more
Air conditioned tractors
Large as a semi-truck
Farming scientifically
Not by the almanac and luck
Not seeing what we're looking for
Wonder why we came this way
Think we'll go a little farther
A little patience, now, may pay
What do we spy just up a head
Trees shading most the lanes
Not like the closed up factory
The rusty track, and missing trains
Hoping there is more to come
We slow to see what we can see
There is an antebellum home
Just where it used to be
A well kept home, a happy place,
For the residents and us
Still there as in our younger days
When we came by on the bus
The wheels are singing on the road
The miles go slowly by
We find ourselves relaxing
Don't even have to wonder why
Speed limit sign says forty
The trance of joy soon leaves my face
The blue light from the small town cop
Say a speed trap is in place
We were looking for the good old times
Should remember this when done
A small town source of revenue
Ticket comes at forty-one
We'll now look out for speed traps
They don't give us any grace
We paid our fifty dollars
So we could leave that place
We traveled farther into town
Nice homes on either side
Well kept yards of country grass
This place is quite the ride
Not long before we're downtown
Old shops are on the street
There's no sign of a Wal-Mart
We need to find a place to eat
Up ahead we see a sign
'“Best place for home made pie”
We pull into a parking place
To see the reason why
When entering we see a sign
“ We would like to make this clear
Save some room for home made pie
After all, that's why you're here”
The menu's on a blackboard
Just above the pass through door
Fried chicken , and fried okra
Fried country steak and so much more
Fried gizzards, and fried livers
Fried potatoes. onions too
Green tomatoes that also fried
Fried's the country thing to do
Oil's made to lubricate
It is your auto's guard
We don't ruin food by using it
That's why we cook with lard
We finished all our gizzards
Had some chittlins just for fun
Left some space for a piece of pie
But only space for one
They had strawberry rhubarb
That's as country as can be
It was the best we ever had
They had not lied you see
We paid the tab and left a tip
Out the door for under ten
We'll stop to have the worlds best pie
If we come this way again
The sun is set and dusk is done
Store lights are blinking out
The streets rolled up at eight o'clock
That's what country's all about.
We're full and tired of driving
Must find the Interstate
No motels on the byways
We remembered that too late
Hope you saw while reading
That I used the royal we
Wanted to bring you all along
To the roads that used to be
Epilogue
Remember how it used to be
Get off the Interstate
Slow down a little in your life
You'll find it's more than great
Get off the super highways
And when stopping at the light
Find some new adventure
By turning left or right
If you're happy in your travels,
And you're the only one to say,
If you traveled where you wanted
And you went your chosen way
When the sun sets in the western sky
And each person's day is done
Don't have regrets for what you missed
Don't be the coulda, shoulda one
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2017
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Franklin Price Poem
Political Correctness
By Franklin Price
6/16/2016
Political correctness
Is what it's all about
Makes me want to pull my hair
Run around and jump and shout
I ask myself what's happening?
Where is my right to speak?
Think it's not here any more
Years ago it reached its peak
I'm not in a minority
In color, creed, or sex
My opinions often viewed upon
As a curse or witch's hex
What happened to majority?
No longer is it cool
If I say I'm one of them
I'm something of a fool
The rich and the minorities
Now politically correct
You can tell by what is going on
By the causes and effect
Rule by the majority
If all considered in its view
Is politically correct for all
It's something we should do
We need to band together
Bring the masses to the fray
Be politically correct for all
As it was back in the day
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016
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Franklin Price Poem
As You Travel
By Franklin Price
3/2/2016
As you travel through this life
Do you hear a little voice
Each time you reach a fork
In the road and have a choice?
Is there a little feeling
In your gut that makes it tight
Telling you one way is wrong
And the other one is right?
Best to listen to that voice
And the tightness that you feel
Experience is showing you
That the choice is yours and real
No one can make it for you
Though they may show the way
In the end the choice is yours to make
As you travel day to day
The voice and feeling always there
To Show the path and give the nod
If all is right when the choice is made
Could be the hand of God
If a second voice interrupts the choice
And you know that voice it is wrong
Could be the devil tempting you
To a place you don't belong
In the end it's binary
The choices only two
The voices there to tempt
The choices up to you
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016
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Franklin Price Poem
Finding You
( to my wife Barbara, just because)
by Franklin Price
6/8/2018
Finding you has been the best thing
That ever happened in my life
Beginning when I met you
Better since you've been my wife
We both were less than happy
Was not hard to understand
Marriage was a disappointment
Before my ring was on your hand
Won't say it's all been easy
Life's just not to be that way
I've never had one real regret
Since you said yes that day
We've worked through every obstacle
Together we would persevere
Raised a daughter to be proud of
She turns fifty this fine year
She has born two fine daughters
We know both of them are grand
They're thriving in this world of ours
That's not too hard to understand
We have been empty nesters
For more than just awhile
Every day when I awake with you
I look and have to smile
I pray its far from over
Many years before the end
No man could have a better wife
Or any better friend
No it's not our anniversary
Or any other special day
Just woke up there beside you
And thought there's something I should say
Finding you is still the best thing
That's ever happened in my life
Every day I thank the good Lord
For the years you've been my wife
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2018
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Franklin Price Poem
Times Are More
By Franklin Price
10/7/2016
We met at a great celebration,
Of a graduation, from a Texas High School.
Although he was dressed as a farmer,
I knew he was far from a fool.
He was sitting and watching the people,
Was leaning against an old tree.
As I walked past he caught my attention,
And here's what he said to me:
“Times are more like they are right now
Than they ever have been before”,
Quoted this wise old gentleman;
So apparent, that he knew the score.
He grinned at the end of the statement,
Of these meaningless words that he said.
To indicate it was humor he spouted,
In my confusion, I was more than just glad.
Has been many years since that meeting.
Still remember those words that I quote.
Were they humorous gibberish I heard then,
Or were they great wise words of note?
For the times in which we are living,
Are not the same as they have been before.
Maybe that old man I met then,
In humor, quoted what was in store.
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016
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Franklin Price Poem
The Candles on the Birthday Cake
By Franklin Price
4/23/2019
The Candles on the birthday cake
One for each and every year
We light them just to blow them out
With friends and family near
When young, it makes us happy
Blowing candles not a feat
Can put them out with just one breath
Don't have to watch the cake we eat
Years pass by and candles grow
Takes many matches to be lit
For the birthday celebration,
On the cake, they barely fit
When we get to middle age
And we're forty-five or more
We substitute the birthday candles
For birthday numbers from the store
The numbers also candles
With just one wick on top
When we extinguish only two
They're out and we can stop
Once we're over seventy
Blowing two is still a bit
So we forgo the candles
And have a drink to get us lit
Barb you're in this group with me
Only two years, not a lot
We don't do candles any more
Is here an interest in a shot?
Happy 71st birthday
You're still 23 to me
Love, Frank
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2019
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