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preservationman Feb 2016
Don’t let the last name fool you of Greene
As you continue to read, you will understand what made him structured lean
Mr. Greene was a man who won International Federation of Bodybuilders of MR. WORLD title twice
There were times when Mr. Greene called Joe Weider and asked for advice
It was intensity with the weights
Then taking in food protein and drinking protein shakes
Mr. Greene is a personal friend of mine
He used to tell me stories of bodybuilding ways
Also stay away from drugs and go astray
Yet he was every bodybuilder’s friend
But on the Bodybuilding stage, it was about the win
Mr. Greene’s muscles were his voice on stage
In the audience, it was the posing that did amaze
It left the audience and Judge’s in a daze
It was his proportion being the fine line
Then it was the repetitions that contributed being combined
Under the spotlight, Mr. Greene was the terminator
But it was his posing being the illustrator
Franklyn Greene was focused down to the finish
This is what makes him distinguished
A Bodybuilding champion who was meant to be
The world witnessed and was able to see
Mr. Greene made Bodybuilding everything that it should be
He is now retired from competition, but continues to train
Bodybuilding in his heart still remains
His motto, “Train with focus and eye on detail”
Franklyn Greene who did achieve and many bodybuilding awards he did receive. Accomplishments with many wins, and with a past being a milestone, but the name of Franklyn Greene who is still known.
Randy Vera Nov 2013
"BUG"

I saw a Bug Battle,
in the cracks of the street Blood and Struggle
Their plastic screams and cellophane curses were almost like yours and mine.
Until a brave one crawled to my ear,
and he told me of his trial in the street crack theater,
I grinned as if I cared, he smiled like he had the time
He said "in whose camp does your banner fly, and can I have you on my side?"
He loaded a Pistol while I replied:
I said: I'm anti-pro no shout catechist, so keep your pamphlets political activist,
You take your cause for lack of a purpose in life,
pursuit of happiness, "eudemonia"  good spiritedness
you're living proof that ignorance aint bliss
Pray "Libira nos a malo!" and Free Tibet!
But you never prayed for the souls with affixed Bayonets;
so I wave like the man being shot from the cannon;
born on this chunk of warm rock hurling through nothing;
who only on the front of spirit can fight;
Storm the Bastille of desperate life;
and dance in the street every night till the day I die.
The Bug Replied:
Know All, Know all, in the dialog to win,
two grants are a Franklyn one Lincoln's just a fin?
Posit value for this bug since you're so well balanced,
gaining perspective from the outermost valence;
you never killed what you eat and confuse "labor with action,"
  but you think you're to evolved to fight for my faction;
We're currency baby as we live and breed,
BASTILLE for you ATTICA for me!
better get in the frae my anti anti teacher
before it ***** you along with every other fighting creature;
I'm going back to me cell where I breathe a little freer;
but let me give a final though like I'm Jerry Springer:
If happiness is purpose than you can call my purpose love,
to survive I fight the Battle and to me you're the bug.
Thunderstruck, I sat on the curb,
realizing I could be a "social surd;"
then I saw my small confessor get killed in a raid;
I would have stomped out his assassin if I wasn't so afraid;
instead I rose to my feet, and walked straight home,
locked myself in, and wrote out this song,
I think of the bug while I'm dancing in the street,
every time my neighbor throughs a sneaker at me;
I feel his wrestles spirit longing to fight,
while I'm drinking and singing in the middle of the night,
than it hits me:
The bug was right
preservationman Sep 2023
Every hum
How sweet
Rhythm the sound
Franklyn Greene the man
Had his own demand
Lived to proof
Enthused
True Sportsmen
Solid foundation
Hourglass timed out
Whispers from the distance
Distances far and close
Yesterday’s past
Tomorrow’s everlasting
The one day came
Followed by soar
Beyond the eyes of the world
Descended and transitioned
I will always remember
Encouragement gained
Honor in the Blakie call
Embrace from Brotherly to Brotherly
Heart driven with every beat
Every talk was a treat
Every joke had a laugh
Peace, Comfort and Tranquility
Thank you for your friendship
This is not goodbye, but until we meet again
Blakie waves
I promise I will behave
Blakie out
What we then thought was fact was, in fact, a fiction because addiction can make us believe what we want to.
and it's
when the shivers run through you and the knives come to cut you and the doctors are trying to 'nut you off '
only then do you think that there might be a problem, but easily solved, absorbed in suspension defying or decrying attention but making a statement which doesn't make sense.

inducing a coma, a full stop or comma it's then up to you to decide.

For a long time
nineteen sixty-nine
was all I could remember
and all
I wanted to recall.

If that's true then who am I kidding?

I think the horsemen are coming
but that's just another fear.
I could have had a starring role
but I opted for a bacon roll,

choices?
never follow the voices in your head.

the heart is the best barometer
for choosing when and whatever.

Six of the clock and I'm in shock
because
the day exploded in front of me
like a plan for a man
who had no plan in mind.

This could be one of those times
when I think I'm awake but in fact
am still dreaming,

oh, I do hope so.
Chelle Quezon Jan 2015
Admittance is scary…*
I don’t understand myself sometimes
I want to love you,
be here for you,
but I don’t know how to say it outloud.
Maybe I’m scared,
maybe I’ll fail you,
maybe let you down,
and I don’t want to be bound to promises
only to break them like so many have done to me.
I do love you very much,
I do want to make you happy
I want to be your life,
your hope,
your light,
but don’t forget that
I am not perfect,
that I also have darkness within me,
that nothing ever goes as it’s planned.
Irony…Karma….LOVE…
All *******, they bite hard and don’t give a **** afterwards.
Let’s not make mistakes.
Let’s just enjoy what we have now and not focus on the future.
Franklyn D. Roosevelt once said….
“Men are not prisoners of their fate, but only of their own mind.”*
I know it means I shouldn’t be afraid too
but I want to use the meaning
of keeping the here and now.
a populist
president has
bygone his
chest where
chair was
owned by
Benjamin and
remanded federal
of Franklyn's
Forest that
acquitted fermentation
of law
in which
he die
of corvid-20
this year
of heaven
election year's federal campaigns

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