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Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then, a penny was worth a cent, but, alas, it ain't no more.
Ah! The myriad of things a penny could buy at the local store!
For a penny you could send a postal card through the mail.
And for a mere copper you'd get your weight read on a scale!
A penny would give you a handful of nuts from peanut machines,
And for the same, get a fistful of scrumptious and colorful jellybeans!
I recollect the cutesy cards we shared for the school Valentine party.
They cost a cent apiece and were so witty and so very arty!
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a sly grin.
Blushin' lads received saccharine cards much to their chagrin!
A copper penny would purchase a huge all-day sucker to lick,
Or a twisted string of chewy red or black licorice on a stick!
You could buy a kite with your penny or some candy cigarettes,
Or some wax-bottled sugar water or silly false teeth sets!
Ain't it ironic that the profile of Honest Abe whom we so revere,
Appears on the coin that we toss about and treat so cavalier!
Even in my second childhood, I'll still pick a penny off the ground!
Shucks! "Someone's disdain for that lowly coin is my treasure found!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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First Place Win in Joe Flach's "In Other Words" Contest - September 2010
What is love, can anyone explain it?
Is it something you can buy at the store?
If you could, how much would it cost?
Would it have a lifetime guarantee
What? No guarantee?
What if it breaks down within a short period of time
Well... you're just outta luck I'm afraid
But what if you just spent a pile of dough on a diamond ring
Just chalk it up to experience!
That doesn't sound like too good a deal to me
Aww just give it a shot... what could you lose
Not sure! Had my heart broken before
Took me years to get over it
You only get to go around once
Go for the gusto, grab the brass ring
Put your money where your mouth is and all that stuff
Whatcha got to lose!
Not till the loom was silent
And the shuttle ceased to fly
When history unrolled the scroll
And reveals the reason why.
The darkest thread as needful
In the weavers skilful hand
As the cloth of gold and silver
Of an industrious ruin greed had planned.
No amount of corporate education
Could quell our simple brain
No grammar association
Yet unravelled the master’s pain.
They took away our ambition
Off shore was their devious plan
Tried so hard to pick our pockets
Yet our skill could clothe a man.
His call was for cheap labour
Some call it slavery
Now we buy at a thousand per cent
The product of knavery!
First eight lines adapted from anon poem, The Weaver, speculation wrote, by a weaver in/from Colne, Lancs England last Century, wrote originally for/in a religious format,
My version, here. Political.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
pigs in the blanket
buy at the market
for some its dogs in dough
stuffed cabbage what I know
The Medieval vampire Blacksmith worked into the night
Printing counterfeit money.
Blacksmith, only one with metal safe
To hold in storage town people's gold.
The people gave him their gold
Blacksmith gave paper promise
Hence the birth of banking and paper currency...
Blacksmith soon found that he could print extra
for himself, spend and buy at will !
No one will notice ! I'm rich ! Eventually, people noticed
twice as much money to buy same pair of shoes !
They scratched their heads, wanted their gold !
The Blacksmith couldn't redeem certificates into gold,
printed way too many for himself, so he fled. Vampire
Blacksmith, alive in 2017, owns the banks, mass media
and schools, brainwashed slaves satisfy his endless thirst.
Trillions of dollars in interest every year on money
created out of thin air ! Biggest ripoff in human history
under own nose ! All IRS money pays interest to smiling fanged
Blacksmith. A foreclosed home ? We see his fangs again !
Blacksmith needs prison time ! Violating U.S.Constituion law, mandates
Gold ! Until the people wake up, the Blacksmith works late into the night,
creating counterfeit money. Retirement worth half what it was, the
Vampire laughs at American people gullibility while drinking their blood
January 1, 2017
A Rose by Any Other Name
Wouldn’t you know it
The French people rule
Inventing a pill
That makes farting cool
A wee little pill
You take when you eat
So that gas from your cheeks
Smells ever so sweet
Violets or roses
Or chocolate perfume
Instead of foul odors
Permeate the whole room
They even have those
You can feed to your dog
If you’ve got the kind
That lets out a foul fog
And a special this week
If you buy at least three
They will send you a fourth
And the shipping is free
I don’t make these things up
Pilulepet.com
Get some for your pets
Or for your dad and mom
May your holiday smells
Be something you’d like
That’s a holiday wish
From your old Uncle Mike
She Said
By Spidey Williams
She gave me a kiss followed by a long hug
With the words “Never will I betray your love”
I’m here with you to the very end
As your grandmother and mother’s best-friend
I know you are scared to trust
But I understand you’re not much different then us
The longer we live the more we learn
The more we embrace love the more we get burned
The more we refrain from love the more we cry
The more we ignore love the more we lie
Life is what we make it I was always taught
So what life have we made for each other and how much did it cost
Were we over charged or did we fail to bargain for what we bought
Did we buy at first glance?
Or knowingly did we take that chance
Thinking we could sell it back at a higher price
Not realizing few people would actually want our life
Yet we live life like there’s no tomorrow
Then justify all of our sorrows
Then we act surprise when tomorrow comes and goes
When seasons changes and we finally reap what we have sewed
Realizing today is the aftermath of yesterday and tomorrow is the direct result of
today
Yet when do we now have time to pray
Or should I say
When will we take time to say okay?
I am only me
But I can be more than me
If only I accept the now for now and worry later later
Than maybe life wouldn’t seem that bad now later
I went to interrupt her and to voice my concerns
When she placed one finger on my mouth then
She said,
You said the longer we live the more we learn
The more you refrain from loving the more pain burns
The more we embrace love the more we cry
The more we ignore love the more we lie
Life is what it appears to be
Even in the time of misery
Life isn’t really mystery
It is a puzzle with all the necessary pieces of life
You have everything you need you just have to fit them right
She said!
Adolesence at its most obvious.
Soft whispers spoken under sweet smelling tree tops.
A moment is shared, but a life time passes.
Look back upon the cold quiet walks.
Dream small as not to be dissapointed.
Hope not, love fades as do ashes blow.
Birds chirp in shadowed trees.
Dreams are cast into the darkness.
The same shadowed trees touch young lovers as they glide along paved earth.
The moon shines; it's light is eternal.
Love fades when day breaks.
Painted skies above urban streets touch icy roof tops littered with yellow frisbees and
Little green army men.
The kind you thought you could buy at any store, but it was a lie.
Sweaty palms and nervous glances are common place among the streets that caress broken
hearts.
Harsh words screamed at sobbing shadows will tear holes in her soul.
Wounds heal, but always scar.
Time passes.
Love is shared.
Things will never be the same...
A formation of stoned giants
An’ the pavement full of bodies
and reflected in the blinds
men and women walking hotly.
Advertising shields they promise
in the heaven to take pleasure,
in a multistory hospice – folks –
they cannot be at leisure.
Fumed flesh waits for a vacation.
‘Cause of petrol burnt in air,
there is only one salvation –
wine to buy at where it’s near.
Nerves of streets you ever scorch
to the innermost of brain.
Fortune carries here a torch
for a winner in the game.
What is love, can anyone explain it
Is it something you can buy at the store
If you could, how much would it cost
Would it have a lifetime guarantee
What? No guarantee?
What if it breaks down within a short period of time
Well... you're just poop outta luck I'm afraid
But what if you just spent a pile of dough on a diamond ring
Just chalk it up to experience!
That doesn't sound like too good a deal to me
Aw just give it a shot... what could you lose
Not sure! Had my heart broken before
Took me years to get over it
You only get to go around once
Go for the gusto, grab the brass ring
Put your money where your mouth is and all that stuff
Whatcha got to lose!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door
By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity a court of law ordered to pay an alimony
Or who among supporters of Venomous Vipers FC sent a rose flower
To a big carrot’s girlfriend, raising the temperature in her home
Where her incensed husband puffing and huffing threatened to disfigure the alleged culprit
Whom he accused of destabilizing the genome
Insisting the culprit he would ill-treat
As news hunters speculated on merits and demerits of the law of the jungle
The aggrieved husband contemplated inflicting on the innocent man
News hunters felt didn’t deserve the bungle
The husband riding a rickety van planned as a ban
That would serve his wife right as she could no longer go to the market
To buy beef, cabbage, tomato
Even if she wasn’t involved in any racket
To sell or buy at low prices an Irish potato.
Should See Stampede
Right now what is going through my mind?
A poem to think up and be able to find
Right words for lines I soon will write
Mull around in my mind, think that I might.
We all can surely seem to be so sensitive
And look like many others who may live
In their own cocoon,. dreams and thoughts
Maybe in German, English, Irish or Scotch.
My mind is made up from each group
Foolish things into would not try to dupe
Each of my poems you surely will appreciate
To read them have found it hard to wait.
Go ahead and read my poems right now
No matter what I should say or somehow
Will put together another poem to read
To buy at bookstores should see them stampede.
Cant you see?
I hate the way you stare
I love the way you cant win with me
I'm never going to smile at you as if I care
Like I don't have my walls up
So walk away
You cant change my mind
I'm not some starving stray
You think I don't see your smile and wink, but I'm not blind
All you will ever see
Is my fading back
As I walk away, I'm not some stray you can buy at a high fee
My hate towards you makes me want to crack
And prick you with my rosy thorns
So just leave me alone
I will never let you in
Just let me go home
I hate you as much as sin
No matter how many diamonds and books you give
I will just burn them all
And shatter and ignore your call
I know that there's a fall to your rise
I lie in your eyes
A fake in your cry
Your scream is just a guise
So get out!
Go somewhere else!
My loyalty doesn't lie with you
My smiles will never be true to you
I will not lose to your riches
I want a refund and a receipt so I can return your gift
With a two for one gift card complete with your *****es
I tore up all those dresses by the stitches
And wound them around your door
You will always know what this is for
A t-shirt you'd buy at the mall
An acrostic on it would scrawl
With re-cycle first
Re-use was then versed
Two lines more caused a small recall
Snowstorm
Haven’t been here for a while,
Life turned crazy for a bit,
Like those plastic snowstorms you can buy at Christmas,
Shaking in your child-sized fist,
Making the snow swirl in an improbable way round Mary and Joseph on their journey.
Seemed like someone shook my snow-globe,
The Universe. Or God.
Causing confusion to swirl in an unpredictable way around me on my journey,
Blurring the signs along the way,
Making me wait, making me wait,
Life turned crazy for a while,
But sit it out. Bide your time.
It’ll clear. And the path will reappear.