Category: Art

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Dead Americans – Who Is Left To Notice?

A  Story of Two Dead Friends
They Aged Together Over 44 Years
Staying Little Boys At Heart 
Suddenly Everything  Changed
A Puppet President Took Down America
Friends Were Forced To Choose A Road
Suddenly The World Was Polarized
Vision Has Become So Much Clearer
No More Color – Only Black and White
All That Is Left Now Are The Dead Friends 
Digging Each Others Graves
07 April 2019
Joe Menkevich
This is an original work by Joe Menkevich.  All submissions are welcome.  email gil@frankfordgazette.com
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I Remember the First Day of Spring

I Remember

Yes, I remember the first day of spring.

Weeping Willow’s dancing in the breeze.

Frozen lakes and rivers now running free.

Eagles flying high over cherry blossom trees.

It’s at this time when the air is sweet and clean.

It’s like a sweet and tender kiss coming off the ocean breeze.

Little old ladies scrubbing steps on bended knees.

YES-YES

I remember the first day of spring.

BY LENNY JAYNES

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Frankford Garden Club News

We are changing our monthly meeting day to the 4th Wednesday of the Month. Our next meeting is Wednesday, March 27, 6-7: 30 pm at The Wissinoming Recreation Center on Cheltenham Ave.
We will be making Teacup/Coffee Mug flower arrangements with help from Diane, so bring a cup or mug with you! We will have a few extra mugs and all other supplies.
New members and guests are welcome to join us.
Parking is available.  If you need a ride please email or call Janet 267-982-9620 Jamberstone@gmail.com
This year our Annual Day-Before-Mother’s Day Plant Sale will be in front of the Jefferson Frankford Hospital at the corner of Wakeling Street & Frankford Ave. on May 11 from 10 am to 1 pm.
We really enjoyed holding the sale in Frankford Pause Park last year, but the Park will not be available till later in the season due to construction.
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Maybe One Day

Maybe One Day

When you were a little boy, I brought you home,
I made a vow never to leave you alone.

But now you’ve grown up and fallen off the track.

How do I get my little boy back?

Because you’ve gone astray and I can’t turn away.

How do I get my little boy back?

With tears in my eyes as I stumble down the road
looking for where did I go wrong.

I want my little boy back.

I won’t give up this bond that we had,
deep in my heart, it makes me so sad.

I want my little boy back.

Getting into trouble you think that’s the only way to express yourself,

When you’re doing time you’re not alone
I’m doing time just waiting by the phone,
Knowing one day you’ll come back home and maybe,

I’ll get my little boy back.

BY
LENNY JAYNES

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When I See Butterflies

WHEN I SEE BUTTERFLIES

 

I remember that day you told me you would never leave my side.

As the time slowly passed by, you turned and said goodbye.

On that day that you walked away, I remember I saw butterflies.

When people ask me why are there tears in my eyes when I see butterflies.

That’s when I stop and think of you

and the precious moments that we shared.

That’s why I cry when I see

“BUTTERFLIES”

 

BY LENNY JAYNES