Best Dimes Poems
pennies, nickels, dimes
small, but big enough for dreams
coins that roll in chimes
She likes to snowboard
I'm a beast on skis
She is about the cold
Summer works best for me
Her cranberry spiked absolute
My scotch is on the rocks
She's thick, artistic, astute
I'm a chip off the old block
She likes women
Hey look, so do I
she's smart, ambitious, driven
I've got this poetic mind
She's a mountain girl
I'm partial to the beach
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I use my right of free speech
she likes to observe
Overbearing, my thoughts exposed
Her freaky nature held at bay
I'm nasty and mean to impose
She came over in lingerie!
I was born and graduated upstate
She was raised in N.Y. City
I spark a blunt, no shame!
She's a little hippie
I have a unique, witty swagger
Shorties a quarter among dimes
In this moment none of that matters
All that ass is mine!!
Jared Pickett
3/6/2014
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He roams through empty boulevards
To sleep at night… alone,
Where from the unlit doorway
Is a makeshift called home.
By morning, arm raises thin palm,
In hope that passers-by
Could drop a few dimes… watch them fall,
Then maybe eat a rye.
While sensing a deluge of rain
The boy hears the winds roar,
All drained, old shanty torn apart
Can of soup, peas… no more.
Yet a young waif needs to survive,
Without time for regret
He pleads gently, needing a meal;
A vagrant's life in debt
7/20/2015
Debbie Guzzi's Contest
Food Can't Live with it can't live without it
by nette onclaud
Counting dimes in the coffee shop
dangling earrings peeling orange
rinds, stuffing her mouth sitting on
her behind.
She had guts in her soul enough
to face the sun and what she had
done. Her tattoo came to life.
Loosening her hair, she kicked the
garbage can. Shaking bells on her
toes, she traveled the land. Sand
neath her sandals.
Face up to the moon stirring in the
brine, it was her season to shine.
Who else did she know who had
become undone. She pines, she
whines. The geese flew southward.
No one else gets to walk into
someone's life and then promptly
walk out!
Counting dimes, the church bells pealed;
golden braids she made with her hands,
strand by strand. Hand in hand, in prime
time; shook off her golden rings letting
them stew in the brine.
Ominous signs told her it was her season
to shine. Rolling to the sea, rolling to the
sea. That's what she could be.
Let's walk down memory lane,
skipping past forgotten pain.
And recall what used to be
when games were most often free.
Remember when for a lark,
we'd play "hide and seek" till dark?
And small chores earned us rich dimes;
though our clothes dried on clotheslines.
We believed in Santa Claus,
superheroes, and just cause.
And fresh air held a sweet smell,
while water came from a well.
The bogeyman, just pretend;
and every cop was your friend.
Whenever tall tales got spun,
bad guys lost, and good guys won.
Teenagers had loads of fun
without carrying a gun.
And friends only died in play;
they all lived; just yesterday.
(Rhyme)
8/4/2015
Doesn’t make any difference
Although some think it does
Some change, how and who change?
Do you have any change?
A nickel or a dime
Hot dogs get ‘em while you can
A nickel or a dime
Who’s to know but you
The difference between this and that
All our stuff that drives choices
Who cares what or who you are
Walking alone without your stuff
To comfort or confuse
A nickel or a dime to make the sunshine
How much for a still moment
A small piece of life
A starry night on a lonely beach
A heart full of songs
A kiss that says it all
For all your nickels and dimes
”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”
”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now to fetch the rest….
”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”...
Never giving up, even in her teens…
”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.
Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.
Came across this old vet
From yesterdays gone.
His voice full of tears.
He sang for his flag,
And played for the boys
He once knew.
One afternoon I went digging in my purse
For all the change that I could find
But all that was there in that big empty purse
Was two quarters and two dimes
Not enough that day to buy that snack
And no checks to cash for more
Just two old quarters and two little dimes
My stomach was wishing for more!
OH WELL, I thought I can do without
And went on with work that day
With the change in my hand a paper I tossed
Throwing also the dimes away
Ugh, I said, that's all I had
Oh well it was just small change
NO, MY MIND SOARED, God gave you those dimes
My gratitude must be re-arranged!
How ungrateful I am to throw away
What God has provided for me!
So, Yes, I did, go digging in trash
Where could those little dimes be??
I found one dime but not the other
Give up, past time to go home!
I didn't tell my husband this silly tale
For my embarrassment would have shown!
But you know an amazing thing transpired
After that humble moment in time
I came home that night and what did I find
But there on the floor, a dime.
I smiled and said, Thank you Lord
You were watching there over me
Then walked to the bathroom and there again
two dimes staring up at me......
I thought, OK, who's doing this
How could anyone know?
For I was there alone that night
And my foolishness not made known!
On and on it's happened since
That day of little gifts
Not quarters, nor nickels or pennies
Just dimes to leave me miffed
They show up in my washer
There's one by the clothes
Then one behind the coffee pot
And one by my toes
My husband and I have found a thrill
With each dime we come to find
For we know God hears and Sees and Knows
And is with us all the time!
He talks to us through the little things
If we only let Him in
The lesson of the dimes has touched my heart
Because, I have no better friend...
A difference between compassion and sympathy,
between co-empathic passion
and unilateral YangPatriarchal-empathic,
ego-empowering intent,
Compassion matures passion FOR
into shared passion WITH.
This same emergent fluidity
cannot be said of sympathy
for suffering of Other,
who remains another dissociated Other
Exempted from democratic inclusion
in further considerations
of constitutionally appropriate applications
of Golden Rules
to those who remain
in darker xenophobic shadows
more appropriate for retributive reaction
than restoration to peaceful justice response.
This same contrast and compare
may also apply to political empowerment
and more of the same
competitive economic investment,
to global enlightenment
and more localized, and often nationalized, pockets
of self-enrichment,
to recreative cooperative love
and to recreational competitive lust
Now that some of us
revolutionaries and evangelists
of the ecological 1960s
have been given this great green gift
of old age wisdom,
what on Earth
shall we choose to do with
such awesomely sacred/secular
private/public sectoral
nonpartisan WisdomCircle responsibility?
Settle for fading sympathy,
gradual depressive loss of sensory health awareness,
of physical consciousness?
Or, Reconsider ways to optimize active compassion,
compassionately lively communication,
fragrantTrue and savoredBeauty,
bicamerally touched
and binomially felt Pos/Neg/InBetween
1/0 double-binary positive polyvagal neurological
systemic health structure
[Wow! That was a lot to dispassionately ask. Sorry.]
non-violently heard
and green revolutionary 20/20 revisioned,
Co-passionate DNA/RNA EarthTribes
currently in living residential relationships
growing hotly combative climates
of anthro-privileged salvific empathy,
Seeking more cool green Wisdom Circles
of democratic sacred energy discernment
within and among consensual multicultures
of ecosystemic health-sensory consciousness.
How is universal EarthWealth
compassion
different
yet often felt the same
as unilateral LeftBrain EitherEgo/OrEcoSystemic Health and Safety
RightBrain Truth and Beauty
in sacredly holonic
CoPassion
with great transition gratitude
for this Old WisdomCircle
healthy democratic gift
of revolutionary evangelicals
in cooperative multiculturing redevelopment.
Boomers Prince or Pauper
David J Walker
Remembering when young
boomers knew
That a quarter really mattered
As juvenile consumers grew
The choices always flattered
Displayed in rows at
the corner store
The buying power pondered
A quarter could last
An hour or more
Before its value squander
Remember the times when
Quarters and dimes
Were at the root of children’s chatter
And now in tin pans and coffee cans
The pennies and nickels are scattered
Occasionally counted carefully
in stacks of silver and copper
remembering the value
that used to be the difference of a
prince or a pauper
Three Dimes a message from Heaven from a father asking to be forgiven
Three Dimes for two sisters but not for the third.Until a couple of days later just laying on the curb.
Three Dimes stood for three daughters but the third already knew.With a tear in her eye and looking up at the sky.
That's all I ever wanted as she whispered, Thank you
The March Of Dimes
came knocking and
I said to go away
And asked them what
they're talking bout
to hear "just better way"
Then asked them what they did before
and said "they never begged"
And how they every got this way
to make the fighting weigged
"i...see..."
(said the blind man)
"sew"
(he took out his thimble...needles and saw)
"a coat"
(threads of truth...a covering of friends)
"rents"
(...other washed rags to keep warm by)
"wear"
(...as shelter...like..this...usual old crap)
"to beg"
(for change outside the subway where...the shop once was)
You feel so good, when you spend less
saving your nickels and dimes
But when you eat what you bought
you might want to confess ~
Spending a bit more ain't no crime