No longer will a penny
For your thoughts make any sense,
Since there will not be any
Pennies left to thus dispense.
A penny saved, a penny earned –
Advice that represents
Frugality cannot be learned
Without the evidence.
From heaven, pennies won’t rain down
And that’s a consequence
Of a would-be king who lacks a crown
But rules at our expense.
First,
you need to have
something to say
Before,
figuring out
—how to say it
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Ante sala do Natal
___
está a findar
? dezembro
que pode mudar seu mundo,
o mundo das pessoas
a sua volta.
Vamos lá, soldar relacionamentos,
abraçar a vida com paixão
vencer desafios com ousadia,
fazer negócios!
Faça hoje
que ainda tem tempo.
In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e
Take without hesitation this crib
Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt
Sprinkle it over my eternal wound as you - ad lib
Watch me burn out in a moment like a thunderbolt!
The crown of this banquet - a jewel
Giving this islander of isolation
A continent of frontiers in a cave of cruel
Boarding and grafting,
Waiting and longing,
I am on the keep as an Egret,
Consumed by the beast that is nibbling from within,
Eating the words in the shadow of regret.
Diving through the burning hellfire
Covered in self-inflicted lacerations of magma
And the beating heart enveloped in wire
Then an impulse in the head...[Snap!] syntagma!
Scream followed by howling
Bloody markings splashed across the wall
Stop the brawl, ante bellum, atoll, at all!
young people taught to believe
that once they learn repetition
they're ready for the out-world
s..t happens: just the universe
it matters not whether a god is
a peculiar determinism matters
of peace, love and of letting go
stan sand
Ante Up For Love
Love is a gamble, the players facing unfavourable odds.
Still you risk that which you can't afford to lose.
Never able to explain or recover the loss.
The cards have been shuffled
and ready to be dealt.
Are you in? Ante up!
Ante sala de Agosto
Julho
está a findar - À gosto
Que pode mudar
O gosto de agosto.
Faça hoje
que ainda tem tempo.
O tempo
pede conta do tempo.
Não gaste o tempo em passatempo.
Dá-me a tua mão;
Dê a tua mão: Acredite:
Mostre palavras
Fique atenta ao tempo:
Faça agora
Um pouco a mais,
na vida e nos negócios o tempo,
MUDA O PRESENTE
ESCREVE O FUTURO.
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ANTE MERIDIAN
I didn’t have my coffee
I didn’t smoke my cigarette
I don’t face him – I am too bitchy –
so many words in the marriage
they come out like glazed ants
irrational “good morning”
I understand my womanhood
in an amazonian way
an I placate my own voice
in the exertion of waking up
he dances a kiss on my cheek
to peel off the numbness
and dulcifies the leap
from dream to reality
Poker table blues.
Hand after hand, a looser.
Ace up dealer's sleeve.
Penny Ante, happy hour
You could play and never go broke
Pennies have no buying power
Your financial risk is a joke
You could play and never go broke
Ante a penny into the pot
Your financial risk is a joke
Impossible to lose a lot
Ante a penny into the pot
Raise the bet a penny or two
Impossible to lose a lot
No matter how bad you may do
Raise the bet a penny or two
Pennies have no buying power
No matter how bad you may do
Penny Ante, happy hour
Submitted by: Charles Sides
For RHONDA & CYNDI'S PENNY PANTOUMS Poetry Contest
"Carmen Ante Domum"
(Song Before Home)
By Rachel Heffington
Home is just over the next green hill
And my journey's last mile before me still--
Home before, and the road behind,
And a balancing moment within my mind...
Home, 'tis so pleasant to know the place
Remembers me still with its homely face.
Home, with her orchards and fields and her lane
Beckoning me with her smiles again.
But the Road, gypsy-mile'd and wild and free,
With echoes and wind-voices calls out to me:
"Remember the paths we have tread, you and I;
The lure of unknown and a clear, open sky!"
Pausing, I stand with the Road at my back,
And stretching before me the dear, homeward track.
A kiss to the journey, a laugh to the wind,
And onward, my heart full of wistfulness send.
MOTHERLY LOVE
Mother oh mother
standing inside the innocent shade
though i couldn't see her face
But i could hear her voice wishing me to come soon
mother ! mother! mother!
i see you glared at your balloon stomach
wishing i could be held in your arms
yet i keep swimming in the mucus
which you prepared inside of you
Mother my mother!!!
the voice of the unborn whispered
your motherly song filled the atmosphere
of your balloon, like an air
that is ready to get bust
too late to ante
I already folded
your bluff is good
with the cards your holding
winner take all
and I pay the price
for sitting at the table
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