Best Cent Poems

There isn’t much value to the cent today.
It is still one-hundredth of a dollar.
Inflation has eroded its value away.
It is enough to make me cry and holler.

It is still one-hundredth of a dollar.
One won’t put anything in your shopping cart.
It is enough to make me...

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A Three Cent Poem (And A Table)

This table is as cluttered as I
As it struggles to stand on it’s legs
The fast food bag smells of rotten eggs
There’s half full fountain drinks from work
And a receipt from a grocery store clerk
Telling me to take a survey...

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I picked up a cent
Not worth a dime
Enough to buy a peanut
Not worth my time
Twelve months without rest
Trying to feed
The many mouths in my nest
To satisfy their greed

I picked up a cent
It burned a hole
Through my hand and foot 
And through my sole
Porous to money
Trying...

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Old Western movies in black and white, 
with the use of sepia to color night. 
Our hero rides in with his trusty sidekick, 
able to tame the wild town right quick. 
But not without his sidekicks comic relief 
and a big shoot out, with a...

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They say you are not worth much these days.
However, in monetary transactions, your presence stays.
In stores and banks, you can always be found,
even though some folks will not pick you up from the ground.
You have been given a misnomer by many.
They have mistaken you for...

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He put ten years on her eyes in a single morning.
He didn’t do much to her except walk away.
He never raised a hand and he never raised too damned much money.
But he left her fifty-per cent of his final pay.

She’s holding two jobs and she’s...

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A penny placed with charming grace
upon a rail of steel with haste
spreads copper bright between the space
A penny placed with charming grace
becomes a treasured resting place 
for earth bound angels sitting chaste 
A penny placed with charming grace 
upon a rail of steel with haste.

Two...

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I am something of a logophile,
painting with words makes me smile;

An old phrase may not be used often,
past it's prime it rests inside a coffin;

Now and then a zombie may rise 
revived by a trend without surprise;

There's nothing like enduring spirit,
you laugh when it has...

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When I was a kid and school was out, I'd rush home for milk and cookies.
And mom would give me a note and some money to run an errand for her.
But first I'd bike down this long steep ill behind the house where we lived,
down...

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i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once did
turn away carol singers, but only after they'd
finished their warbling...

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He put ten years on her eyes in a single morning.
He didn’t do much to her except walk away.
He never raised a hand and he never raised too damned much money.
But he left her fifty-per cent of his final pay.

She’s holding two jobs and she’s...

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A red cent was just a cent,
Good old days,
Now it's bought at 110 dollars,
A scorpion was poisonous,
Good old days,
Now it's sold at 110 dollars in business,
A scorpion no worth a cent,
Good old days,like our now economy!...

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One day an ancient barrel decided it had truly had enough as it tripped over a bale of hay on the staircase. ENOUGH he shouted ENOUGH. But the only thing to hear this cry was the walls and floors who looked on in hasty disregard....

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             A tongue can lick
             And a foot can kick ~
          ...

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Former friend, I remember that today
Is your beautiful birthday
But I am not going to call you
Because you never answered my calls
Life is made of ups, downs and falls
Sometimes, the sky is gray, white and blue
I understand that things change
And nothing stays the same
I’m fine. ...

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