Albert Price

Rookie - 237 Points (12-14-1943 / Washington DC)

Albert Price Poems

1. Mobility Of The Sun 4/14/2009
2. My Nimble Moon 4/14/2009
3. Eternal Eden 4/14/2009
4. Ballade Of Eternal Bliss 5/13/2009
5. Desire So Deep 5/13/2009
6. Humbling Habitat 5/13/2009
7. Lovers' Stroll 5/13/2009
8. The Garden Temple Of Paradise 5/13/2009
9. Amazon Queen 5/20/2009
10. Bronze Star 5/20/2009
11. Cathedral Essence 5/20/2009
12. Dream Madam 5/20/2009
13. Hummocks Of Nirvana 5/20/2009
14. Rachab Of Jericho 5/20/2009
15. Concupiscent Cycle 6/11/2009
16. Moonbeams Ballade 6/11/2009
17. Then God Proclaimed 6/11/2009
18. Aura Of Autumn 8/19/2009
19. Naked Dice 9/12/2009
20. God Wields The Sun 9/12/2009
21. Blossom Of Paradise 1/29/2010
22. Celesta 1/29/2010
23. Convergence 1/29/2010
24. Dispensation Of The Divine 1/29/2010
25. Forever Paradise 1/29/2010
26. Garden Of Faith 1/29/2010
27. Horizon Of Ingenuity 1/29/2010
28. Let My Record Show 1/29/2010
29. Microgravity 1/29/2010
30. Nimble And Quick 1/29/2010
31. Ode To Weight-Watchers 1/29/2010
32. Pluto's Treasure 1/29/2010
33. Pour Toujours Paradis 1/29/2010
34. Quest For The Unknown 1/29/2010
35. Rebuilding Megiddo 1/29/2010
36. Rosh Hashanah (In Tanka Form) 1/29/2010
37. The Eye Of A Needle 1/29/2010
38. To Dieters 1/29/2010
39. Dés Nus 1/29/2010
40. Barelegged Charm 2/1/2010

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Best Poem of Albert Price

Ode To The Poinsettia

Across the lowly equator they have flown,
The days of sweltering heat and butterflies.
And the poinsettia shows all it green display,
Without the brightness of its yellow eyes.
Looking forward to the Holy Night,
When in blazing bracts it is born anew.
Celebrating the Holy Advent of our Savior,
With its hypnotizing ruby red debut.
The gift of sight to the spiritually blind,
Who have spent a season in a green spell,
With hearts awaiting the honored return,
Of the joyful sound of the silver bell.
The summer has been hot and dreary,
With little love ...

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Mobility Of The Sun

My Lord, you are the Poet,
Who notes me with thy strong hands.
I can only aspire to know it
And extend thy word to all known lands.

You have set in me for the sun
A tabernacle for his regal throne,
From which he arises for his daily run
Throughout heaven's every zone.

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