 William P. Frasca Writer Author Poet All Written Material On This Website Is The Sole Property Of William P. frasca All Rights Reserved William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Free Thinkers Are Never Accepted Because They Threaten The Powers And Exsistence Of The paranoid Status Quo William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Awakening Waking up early as I did every morning, My alarm clock was hearing myself snoring. Pulling the sheets off and getting out of bed, Putting my slippers on and walking to the head. Performing all my essential and natural resources, Feeling so good releasing all my negative forces. Proceeding downstairs to pick up the local papers, Anxious to read all the stories with new and interesting capers. Reversing my steps upstairs fabricates my realization, That it becomes allot harder being a day older for revitalization. Going into the kitchen to make some coffee, Having a cup always converts me into a softie. Sipping that first ounce of delicious nectar, Transports my mind into a different sector. Feeling like having something delectable to eat, But refusing to leave my chair and get back on my feet. Sitting at the table trying to decide, Whether I should go to work or just hide. My determination and conclusion was quite unique, Advance to the City Park, lie on the grass and let no one speak. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003 -2014 Birthing Today was my forty seventh birthday, Expecting it in everyway to be a special day. But as usual all my precise wishes, Turned into a school of dead fishes. First it was going so good, Bringing me joy as I hoped it would. Everything was so perfectly right, Thinking this feeling would last until night. Grabbing all the happiness that I could, As well as I expected it should. But without warning a gremlin entered the picture, Sabotaging my special day like an evil fixture. Absolutely not understanding, Why this day is always a misunderstanding? Birthdays are a celebration of one’s life, One time frame which shouldn’t convey strife. Every year this day gives me a fright, Not knowing when to expect the bite. Why can’t I with all my power and might, Stop this day from shutting the light? William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014
Consorting Lorraine is a woman, who entered my life, And in June of eighty-nine became my wife. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and petite, She absolutely makes my life complete. Our home is clean, she wouldn’t settle for less, Leaving everything proper, with no mess. When my work is finished and I earned my pay, A home cooked meal is waiting for me everyday. Our children are cared for this is so true, They are always so happy and never blue. My wife is their most important tool, Especially when they return home from school. Completing and assisting in all their lessons, Eliminating none of the homework sessions. Good and bad times she stood by my side, And did it without losing her pride. Defending each of us with all her might, She never gave up or relinquished the fight. The love she shows for her family is first rate, That I couldn’t have asked for a better mate. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Complaining While in the public library reading my book, I noticed a certain something giving me a look. The eyes were dark and strange, Making the atmosphere in the place deranged. Out of the shadows it came, A peculiar monkey with a short cane. Walking as if he was insanet, Looking around and then tipping his hat. We were all flabbergasted and amazed, But he just continued walking without being fazed. Stepping up to the counter to see the clerk, He lifted himself up with a quick jerk. Very angry but absolutely not malicious, He stood yelling and screaming pounding chalice. All ears were catching his voice, While the clerk’s head shook as though she made a bad choice. It seems the monkey received an unfair bill, Of an overdue book which he had his fill. He was eventually given credit for his complaint, Satisfied he jumped down and left like a saint. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-20014 Decorating Going down the basement to discover, Where the decorations were to uncover. Throwing everything in our way with amuck, Discovering nothing we wanted but a hockey puck. Finally with unbelievable sear luck, The crate was revealed under a toy truck. Bringing up this heavy container wasn’t so bad, Because knowing what was in it wouldn’t make us sad. Placing then opening the carton on the floor, Noticing everything was in it, even a little more. Erecting the tree which stood tall and straight, It’s magnificence almost made us faint. Artistically the family trimmed this artificial wonder, So inventively without causing a blunder. Each light was lit and positioned just right, Which were properly placed on each branch to improve the sight. The balls and garland played music that glistened,So beautiful that you couldn’t help but listen. This gorgeous symbol of peace, love, joy and unity, Establishes a new birth of warm affection, which will remove all impurity. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-20014 Disturbing We went to dinner the other day, And everyone who came had a say. Food decided on was a buffet, And the variety was great in every way. The meal we enjoyed had no hay, From soup to nuts and we didn’t play. Until ignorance came in full view, That made my stomach churn like stew. A man standing behind us, who wanted our table? Showing his arrogance as though he was in a stable He made some comments that we were too slow, And his actions were really putting on a show. The imbecilic man was up in age, Which gave no excuse to his rage. The scene he caused was so eruptive That it made everyone around him disruptive. The louder and nastier he spoke, The more we ate like a slow pokes. Even the ignorant could finally take a hint, So he left without eating a mint. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003 -20014 Dreaming Yesterday I had a dream, to establish a new team. The old team lost its fight, which really wasn’t a beautiful sight. The games we played were kind of lame; in fact they were insane. We’d go through all our proper motions, and totally lose our emotions. Making it perfectly clear, our team must disappear without a team. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2004 Eating The feathers of the peacock were twinkling in the sun, With the pigeons on the rooftop pecking each other’s feces for fun. Cats in the alley waiting patiently for their food, And the dogs sneaking behind them in a hungry mood. Garbage thrown out of windows became a feast for some, Rats fighting over these tasty morsels until they were done. Vendors’ selling unknown chow that is all a stomach could stand, People devouring everything like animals and eating with their hands. Soup kitchens are opened preparing a free meal for the needy, And all that attend this so-called feast are definitely not greedy. This disgusting food chain could make the healthy become sick, So disregard everything that’s hideous and consume it quick. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-20014 Enchanting While looking straight up and catching my eye, I clearly noticed the radiant and endless blue sky. The clouds were all puffed up and fluffy, And the air was clean and not stuffy. Feeling the warmth of the sun’s hot rays, Left me speechless without a word to say. The green grass beneath my feet, Felt so extremely soft and neat. The trees were blossoming with their unique beauty, Showing different colorful flowers that were fruity. The water was so calm and clear, It delivered an atmosphere protected from fear. Any ounce of irritating stress that persisted, Was immediately eliminated as though it never existed? The senses of my body were completely uncoiled, By the world around me which was miraculously unsoiled. Mother Nature showed in the past that she was no stranger, In flexing her muscles, creating destruction, havoc and danger. But today peace and tranquility enters the scene, Giving special thanks for this perfect dream. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-20014 Entertaining Last spring the circus came to town, And I was amazed at all the clowns. Their red noses and colorful faces, Seemed to hide all the traces. Makeup that was worn automatically sealed, Every facial expression which wasn’t revealed. The talent they showed was unsurpassed, Making the crowd totally gassed. Children laughed at all their routines Which made them happy above their means. Parents seemed to enjoy the role, Of just being there body and sole. They shared their love with no pain, And gave it willingly with no strain. To bring great joy was their reward, And obviously this couldn’t be ignored. That every year this humorous entertainment, Would leave me in harmonious amazement. This fantasy would give my mind stimulation, Beyond time, with no limitation. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Hearing While strolling through the mall, I received a very interesting call. My name was announced on the loud speaker, But I didn’t know why, because it became weaker. The place was so noisy and the voice wasn’t clear, To make matters worse, no one could hear. The stores were all lined up in a perfect row, There was also an area where you could go. Benches were added so the tired could rest, If one was available you were put to the test. Unfortunately the racket was still great, And the message was silently faint. Trying to find help from a descent person, Receiving answers that were mostly cur sin. Still wondering what was said, Walking around hitting my head The information thought lost finally survived, A sound in the air that miraculously arrived. What I heard was sweet music to my ears, A note from the past, singing lots of cheers. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Hoping As the end of the year approaches, Thinking back it was infested with roaches. Nothing changed, still living in the same old place, Watching new people move in with stupid expressions on their face. The same neighbors who told us not to move, Left us behind stuck in our familiar groove. Never advancing, standing still and sometimes going in reverse, Attaining and accomplishing nothing but a hole in my purse. My employment led me to a bare barren land, Finding an oasis dried up with only useless sand. All my bosses tragically are so mentally limp, Their intelligence would make a rocket scientist out of a simp. This past measurement of time was full of tears, Losing friends and family that I’ve known for years. Persistently all my plans have been stopped by a brick wall, Trying constantly to jump over it only makes me fall. My existence is full of so much garbage and junk, That everything in it feels like hogwash and bunk. The years quickly come and go and without mercy most of them did blow, Hoping each New Year will deliver happiness instead of bringing a low.
William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Scrambling Sliding down the long steep hill, Having to take a big blue sugar pill. Taking a picture and keeping it still, With all my strength going against my will. The mushroom grew having its fill Showing it off on my windowsill. Working so hard at the dingy town mill, Wasn’t earning enough money to pay my bills. The delicatessen had a huge pickle to dill, Eating and tasting it stayed up in my gills. Rating this lesson learned was less than nil, Writing a letter and using a long quill. Collecting things and putting them all in the till, Loosing complete control and being a vile. Playing beautiful music to strengthen my willl Looking at the moon trying to count the craters. The answers unknow so I staed to eat my sweet potato. Analyzing and jumping around will scramble your mind until you take a pill. The solution to this puzzle cannot be told, So just sit back and enjoy everything before you grow old. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 |
Emptiness The shell of my body grows weaker each day, burdened by the time place upon me of each robbing day. The seconds are like thieves of the night stealing quickly my privilege of life. I grow weary with the escalated hatred of my existence, unfulfilled with promising dreams of untouched actuality. My mixed emotions of vengeance on a phantom enemy created within my own thoughts released an unmerciful pain piercing through my being with relentless torture. My only result is to seek vengeance to the so-called guilty, appointing myself, judge, jury and executioner. Each animated state of feeling is resented into a vault of despicable shackles. My emptiness of feelings is a relentless force. It is not a conscionable mistress. It only seeks retaliation with no compassion. My strength and well being are deteriorating with all piercing needles of throbbing unbearable ghosts of the past and present, with no halt to the future of recovery. I am paused in a limbo state of subsistence, no where to go, no where to hide. My life has been in a tailspin for years, seeking solutions with no results. My efforts only assisted me in digging an enormous hole with no means of an acceptable survival or escape. Each day the dirt falls back on top of me to the amusement and observance of a mixed multiple portions of scavengers waiting for my weaknesses to surface, so they may feast on my tasty morsel of a carcass. The daemons and gremlins have overtaken any constructive thoughts images and ideas. These dominate forces have rapidly overtaken quickly bringing my demise as an individual with free mind, body and soul, who expected much, much more. This slow spiral termination is an unbearable deterioration. I know this must stop for my survival yet this plague seems to have no cure or antidote. Impregnable walls made been erected blocking any positive action.I am unable to defend myself against this vicious disease. I have no immunity or antidote. I pray for a lifeline, but in vain. It has created an atmosphere of a lifeless residence within my world of reality with no potential conquest or triumph to overthrow. If this is in the cards, then the only final solution of death with no purpose or meaning will be the only inevitable outcome. William P. Frasca Copyright 2013-2014 Hurting As the end of the year approaches, Thinking back it was infested with roaches. Nothing changed, still living in the same old place, Watching new people move in with stupid expressions on their face. The same neighbors who told us not to move, Left us behind stuck in our familiar groove. Never advancing, standing still and sometimes going in reverse, Attaining and accomplishing nothing but a hole in my purse. My employment led me to a bare barren land, Finding an oasis dried up with only useless sand. All my bosses tragically are so mentally limp, Their intelligence would make a rocket scientist out of a simp. This past measurement of time was full of tears, Losing friends and family that I’ve known for years. Persistently all my plans have been stopped by a brick wall, Trying constantly to jump over it only makes me fall. My existence is full of so much garbage and junk, That everything in it feels like hogwash and bunk. The years quickly come and go and without mercy most of them did blow, Hoping each New Year will deliver happiness instead of bringing a low. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Irving Irvin was a man, who past before his time, Leaving all of us so early it was such a crime. Everyone who knew him loved what he had to say, He brought good feelings and joy to all in everyway. His short days on earth were in total accord, To have him as a friend was my golden reward. He stood by my side through thick and thin, And never betrayed me or committed a sin. His talents on the baseball field was always the best, Keeping the whole team pumped-up and putting them to the test. The day he left this earth put a hole in my life, That pierced my soul as big as a butcher’s knife. Each and everyday I remember the good times we had, Then I realized he’s gone and I become very sad. They say time heals everything, but it doesn’t bring back, The hurt that wounded you and gave you a hard smack. A victory for Heaven proves to be our loss, But Almighty God is still our boss. Irvin your friends all miss you, this goes without say, You will live in our hearts each and every day. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003 -2014 Leaving You always said that I made you whole’ And that I was even part of your soul. All of a sudden without warning, Your love for me had no warming. Something bad came out, like an ugly mole, Burning through us, like a piece of hot coal. Creating a confusing complicated fuss. By putting a gigantic wedge between us. When you were with me, I always had this feeling of majestic royalty, And while you were my partner, I gave you my complete loyalty. What made your distance become so far? When I thought we had a shinning star. My love and affection for you still ignites, The eternal light of my being which burns so bright. It seems the farther you keep me away, The more relentless my attachment for you stays. Your love for me has changed to hate. Shackling my miserable life to this ultimate fate. My existent without you hurts so much with no meaning, Especially with this excruciating pain which is needlessly stealing. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Loving One hot day in June I married my wife, This was the highlight of my life. Then our love came in on a dove. Giving us a girl as pure as the clouds above. Julianna was our little princess in everyway, And everyone treated her that way. She gave us great joy, but before we knew, our love totally grew. A second blessing arrived this was so true. Her beauty was stunning, and she was our princess too. We named her Angelica, which gave us a clue. To bless and keep this loving family together like glue. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-20014 Missing My cousin Frank became very sick, With a blink of an eye he left us so quick. That day my grief was very heavy, Greater than the weight of a fifty-five Chevy. My thoughts were jumping like swarming locust, Bringing all our times together in complete focus. Immediately thoughts were tattooed in my head, Recalling everything, even all the things that were said. Remembering all the crazy things we did in the past, Forgetting no one that belonged to our special cast. Such as the day when he jumped on my back, And falling down hard like a potato sack. Summer nights while watching television in my room, Hearing a voice outside saying hurry up and come out soon. Listening to those immortal words etched in my brain with stars, I don’t know about you, but I'm playing cards. The day you left us the Angels flew you first class, To Heaven Gates where Saint Peter gave you a open pass. Showing us always your sensitive and caring touch, With a heart warm and affectionate, we loved you so much. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-20014 Mothering My Mom Julia I’m honored to say, Always took care of me in every way. Especially back in March twenty three of sixty-five, When my Daddy William suddenly wasn’t alive. He left us fast and without warning, Leaving us alone on that spring morning. My Mom immediately without being told, Was forced to be the head of the household. She became my rock; she became my strength, She would unquestionably protect me at any length. Everything I needed in my life was there, Food, shelter and clothes, I was never left bare. She went to work and paid for my education, Guiding me through with no hesitation. Her personality exceeds unlimited bounds, Creating an atmosphere so special and sound. Her grandchildren are now the apples of her eye, Denying them nothing, her generosity sky high. Over the years this wasn’t said enough, I love you Mom; you have all the right stuff. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Mourning While jogging through the park, it suddenly it became very dark. There was a loud boom, followed by a feeling of doom. Upon looking at the sky, a black cloud immediately passed by. The trees, grass and flowers became totally gray, Which obviously shouldn’t happen in the beginning of the day. The light of the morning sun had banished, Faster than the bluebird’s song that vanished. The animals all heard the clatter, In which they chaotically began to scatter. The enormous frightening sound came from across the river, Which made my heart pound and my body shiver. While I was slowly creeping and seeking, There were people looking and weeping. What we were witnessing didn’t make any sense, It was the deliberate mass murder of innocence. Looking at this catastrophic devastation of total destruction, Creating nothing but a horrific and hideous production. Filling the air with anger, hatred, helplessness and sorrow, Praying that there will be a tomorrow. William P. Frasca Copyright 2001-2014 Protecting The birth of a great nation I'm proud to say, Is the U.S.A. born July 4th Independence Day. This free land with a complete mixture of human beings, Has a multitude of cultures that are united with one meaning. Where else but America can a government at the moment of conception, Grant all its occupants unalienable God given rights without deception. Where else but America can the rich and poor, Go anywhere together using the same door. Where else but America does a person have a choice, Either to be a doctor, a bum, or a politician with a loud voice. Where else but America is a Government so bold, As to protect all its citizens without being told. Where else but America can anyone say and write what they feel, Without the police hounding and arresting them for being so zeal. Where else but America can you move and travel from town to town, Without reporting to the government where you can be found. Where else but America can an individual worship anything, From a Supreme Being to a tree and do this while still remaining free. America my sweet America your critics viciously attack, But your people love you dearly and are protecting your back. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Recycling A refrigerator was delivered in a big box, Which fit it like a perfect sock. When discarded and left in front of my door, It was unbelievable that it could be used for more. The children proclaimed it and made a fort, Putting themselves inside and other things of sort. When they were finished with their quest, A bird arrived and built a nest. It stayed there until animals came as an unwanted guests, Then my neighbor needing it forced them all to go west. Finally used as collecting garbage was its final test, Now recycled to new products and utilized at best. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Remembering Craig, a husband, a father, a son, a brother, and a friend, He loved, helped and stood by us all to the very end. His days on this planet came to an abrupt halt and ended so soon, Just as fast as the light that leaves the total eclipse of the moon. As a husband a wife couldn’t ask for anything more, The best of all providers and he was never sore. His love for his children came second to none, They all knew in their hearts that Daddy was number one. As a son he always gave his parents great pride, Achieving this day by day without losing a stride. Fishing with his brothers was the sport he loved the most, Navigating their ship in all weather, along the Jersey coast. A special friend who wasn’t afraid to show his love and affection, Not granting this privilege to everyone without passing his selection. His position on earth as a police officer was to protect and serve, Recruited by God in Heaven as a Guardian Angel, a status he deserves. The day he passed away gave us a feeling of emptiness, That could only be filled with increasing loneliness. Craig our love for you will live on and never die, Even if our memory and thoughts of you will make us cry. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Retreating While opening up the front door, It’s usually been a total bore. Until this morning my dog came out and roared, Showing his teeth and anger that really soared. The enemy outside was a cat, Who was uglier than a rat? Immediately he ran after his prey, Obviously trying to make his day. As he approached his opponent, He realized a very important component Suddenly stopping just a few feet before, As though he didn’t want anymore. The animal he chose to have his strife, Came up with a paw as big as a knife. Deciding he wasn’t going to be the seeker, Especially from an feline that wasn’t meeker. So he retreated to the nearest tree, Where he lifted his leg up with glee. Contently marking his trail, wagging his tail, And finally picking up the morning mail. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003 -2014 |
Searching Today I met my friend Bob, to look for a new job, And hoping there wouldn’t be a mob. While looking in the newspaper we found this ad, Which we immediately place on our pad. The position was so great, it gave us the bait, to go ahead and investigate With our egos aglow, we decided to blow, and mow down the opposition. The bus ride was lumpy, clumpy and somewhat bumpy which made us very grumpy, When we finally arrived and ended our mission, there was no one there to listen. We saw a sign on the door looking straight in our face, Don’t bother and leave without a trace. It seems the position was taken, and there was no mistaken, That our hearts were really aching. Another day, another rejection with no interview or selection. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Scarring Last Halloween the family went to the zoo Dressed up in scary costumes and yelling boo. The lights were all out except for a few, Bringing a frightening atmosphere within our view. Flashlights were used to brighten this craze, Directing us through this unpredictable maze Glassy eyes of the animals gave us an empty stare, Piercing right through us as though we weren’t there. Pumpkins were lined up for one hundred paces, Saluting each other with aglow on their faces The autumn air was filled with an eerie touch, That made all our heavy breaths pant so much. Proving to all that he didn’t lose his knack, The magician did his usual disappearing act. Riding on the train we saw such horrendous sights, Which made everyone quiver and jump out of their tights. Employees were hiding behind every curve, As we took each step slowly not to lose our nerve. Rat and bat night was the event just told, Only one night a year that makes us so bold. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003 -2014 Sewing The mother doe sat by the riverbank, Attentively knitting a sweater to be absolutely frank, She was thinking of a new design, Imagining different blueprints in her mind. The old clothes were so full of holes, You could have raised them on flagpoles. The winters were getting so unbearably cold, Compromising their flimsy fur that wasn’t so bold. The protection that sheltered them in the past, Wore very thin and would not last. Knowing that her supply of fabric was dwindling fast, She knew this project would be her final task. Every year the forest was getting smaller, And her family was growing taller. She was the absolute guardian and ultimate supreme leader, Being the hero of her loved ones and undisputed main feeder. Pressing on, with all her responsibilities that would not halter, Her loyalty and most important dedication would not falter. Continuing on in spite of everything abominable, Defeating and overthrowing all obstacles that are diabolical. Love for her children is unlimited beyond redemption. Fighting for their life is expected without exception. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003 -2014 Sharing One day in front of my house, I was sharing some cheese with my mouse. When a woman past by, with a reply to save a piece for her niece. She told me this young gal would be my pal because she hadn’t eaten, because she hadn't eaten in a week. The woman knew to persist, I wouldn’t resist her sympathetic offer. I picked myself up, gave her a buck, which left the woman speechless. To this day, when I get my pay, I think of my generous offer. William P. Frasca Copyright 2001-2014 Shopping Taking my friend out shopping, Really had us hopping. So tired and almost sobbing, That our heads were undoubtedly bobbing Our energy was rapidly zapping, We were almost caught napping, The trip was really flopping, And our patients were popping. Our anticipation was moping, But we were still hoping. This excursion turned out to be so boring, That we almost stopped and started snoring. Time was quickly copping, And the store clerk was mopping. Until we noticed this enterprise storing, All products that had a complete warning. Finally realizing this trip was ultimately forming, On being a failure and just another day of roaming. Deciding quickly to end this storming, So we can regroup and go out tomorrow morning. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Surprising Early afternoon I surprised my parrot, Who was eating a big orange juicy carrot? Asking my feathered friend if this was a habit, Of going into my refrigerator and just grab it. Immediately being on the complete defensive, The bird threw up his wings and became offensive. Stating that he brings joy to my life, And he didn’t need any of this silly strife.' Reminding him that he hangs around the house all day, Just lying around unemployed with games to play. Stating again that he was in no position, To attack me and give unwarranted opposition. Replying that I was pushing him too far, And arrogantly asked me for the keys to my car. Telling him absolutely not, Go out and find a job that pays allot. Contribute something except your appearance, Or else this home will have an unscheduled clearance. So he flew off without hesitation and took a jar, Advising me that he was going to the local bar. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Terri Terri Poor Terri lying helpless in her hospital bed, With ignorant people stating that there’s nothing left in your head. Your smile sparkles when you see and feel your mother’s touch, Knowing she there for you because she loves you so much. Your life, which is so precious, will end in amazing grace, Because the inhuman and heartless who sit in judgment are a terrible disgrace. The vows your partner swore to you were viciously spit right back in you eye, Taking food and water from you so you wouldn’t be able to cry. The voices of outrage were immediately let go, By men in regal robes with tremendous egos. All evidences to free you were either crushed or ignored, Because your appeals made the powerful imbeciles so bored. Isn’t it strange that a multitude of animals, Have more rights to live than human mammals. It is a sad day when human life, Is destroyed by the merciless without any strife. My words may also be muted, Because it may not be suited. But to sit back and listen day after day, Of this malicious injustice without expressing my say. Thinking back about this author years past, And his piercing words which obviously did last. First they came after another, and I did not defend, Then they came after me and there was no one left to mend. Songs of your hideous murder will always loudly sing, Because the bells of your courage will never stop to ring. William P. Frasca Copyright 2005 -2014 Throwing The pitcher looks at the catcher’s sign, Shaking his head meaning its fine. Getting ready to throw the ball, He looks around trying to stall. Takes his foot off the mound, Hearing the crowd yell with an abusive sound. The batter for his sake, Lifts up his hand and calls for a break. The umpire yells and signals for time, Making his request legally fine. Looking at his partner once again, Everyone is restless and saying when. Licking his fingers and getting ready, Hiding the round object and keeping it steady. Throwing the ball hard with his fiery arm, The batter remained completely calm. Closing his eyes and swinging at air Miraculously hearing a crack that had a certain flare. Realizing the ball was hit and it flew like a kite, Sailing over the stadium’s wall out of sight. Going around the bases towards home plate, He looked at the pitcher and smiled at his fate. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Traveling While traveling in my car, I didn’t expect to go very far. The gas pedal seemed to press towards the floor, As though it had its own mind and wanted more. The road had an endless row of beautiful lights, Which made the night fantastically bright. My vehicle had this humming sound, That made my ears ultimately pound. Traveling alone was tiring and endless, And eventually proved very senseless. Instead of continuing this unpleasant production, I reversed the situation without interruption. Stopping this wasteful form of transportation, Gave me a feeling of total liberation. Going back proved to be the correct action, Amazingly giving me the proper reaction. Deciding to returned home and end this mess, Created a moderately high degree of success. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Uniting It’s hard to be with you every night, Constantly knowing there’s going to be a fight. When we first met our love was so tight, That our hearts were flying high as kites Our affections for each other had an endless sight, And we loved each other with all our might. My wish is to see our unity soar to new heights, Without one of us taking a permanent flight. So let’s end this constant and terrible plight, By correcting our relationship and setting it right. Come end this darkness and put on a light, By keeping our warm flame burning bright. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2014 Waiting Today while I was sick in bed, The phone rang which pounded my head. My lawyer on the other end, Stated that a settlement is on the mend. Knowing my mouth piece was always quite simple, Amazingly witless with a mind as big as a pimple. Telling me that I should immediately tend, To the action at hand which will not bend. So getting dressed and looking a mess, Jumping in my car and not settling for less. Thinking of all the great money, I could bring home to my lovely bunny. Wondering if this venture was for real, Accepting this agreement which was a steal. Swiftly arriving to court on time, Thinking and assuming that everything was fine. Until seeing my attorney who reluctantly stated, That the judge’s calendar didn’t have my case dated. This appearance was obviously being delayed, Forcing me to wait another day to get paid. William P. Frasca Copyright 2003 -2014 |
