Albert Price

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

Albert Price Poems

41. The Threshold Of Graduation 5/11/2011
42. The Dream Come True 6/4/2011
43. The Nobility Of Women Of Merit 7/26/2011
44. Death Poem 8/3/2011
45. From The Void To Overjoyed 8/16/2011
46. I Dream Of Andromeda 9/14/2011
47. A Memorial To Martin Luther King Jr. 10/24/2011
48. Susy 1/10/2012
49. The Perfume Of Early Spring 3/2/2012
50. Brook Of The Sahara 3/13/2012
51. The Bamboo Pyramid 4/30/2012
52. Looking Myself In The Eye 5/21/2012
53. The Day Called Pentecost 5/25/2012
54. Athena 5/25/2012
55. Engine Of The Soul 6/11/2009
56. A Tanka To Deal With A Rancor 6/20/2012
57. Reality For Equality 9/12/2009
58. The Perfect Murder 12/19/2009
59. Dieu A Fait La Femme 1/22/2010
60. A Voice For Sanity 1/29/2010
61. Park Samaritan 5/3/2010
62. What Is Elijah Doing Here? 5/25/2010
63. Corn-Fields Of Endor 7/14/2010
64. God's Moon Pie 8/28/2010
65. Booty Everywhere 10/5/2010
66. The Seven Divisions Of Womanhood 11/16/2010
67. The Gazelle 8/7/2012
68. Death's Severed Head 8/23/2012
69. The Light By Which She Read 8/30/2012
70. A Prayer For Sufficient Grace 10/14/2012
71. The Delight Of Crossword Puzzles 11/27/2012
72. Christmas Eve 12/1/2012
73. Majestic Nights 1/12/2013
74. Chasing Troubles Away 2/27/2013
75. Oases In My Mind 5/20/2013
76. Why Cannot I Crack The Whip 7/9/2013
77. It's Mid-Summer Again 7/29/2013
78. High Places 8/21/2013
79. May The Band Begin The Beguine 8/14/2014
80. Hope Of The Magi 12/15/2014

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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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My Nimble Moon

So lovely you grace the height of glory,
Repeating nightly to the listening earth the wondrous story.
I read in your looks a knowing judge of love,
A knowledge acquired by eyes peering long from above.
Then, with pretty flight, you perch the throne
And listen to the musings of the owl in his somber tone.
His song to you makes the crickets sing,
And a harp plays as God tunes the strings.
Gleam forever, moon of my fancy dreams,

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