Best Penny For Your Thoughts Poems
So many pennies,
lost in the system,
rejected, neglected,
dejected -
cursed by '99' price tags,
a charity box favourite,
nobody wants nor waits for.
So many forgotten pennies,
lost on the streets or behind our sofas,
yet pounds are never thrown away.
Both are round, so why do they only care for the pound?
Maybe its a matter of currency and colour,
or social structure, value and power.
No pound without pennies,
only empty piggy banks and jars,
but pound lovers take pennies for granted,
abuse us, belittle us, try to control us.
They get jealous of our shine,
try to manipulate us into a mouldy depression -
no wonder there are so many homeless pennies.
When did we stop being a priority,
descend to the bottom of society.
Just because we are misunderstood, do not fit in,
we are still round, but ignored by the system
a conflict of civilisation.
Imagine if all the pennies got together,
instead of being slaves to the pound?
Then surely we'd be stronger,
or would we just become pounds?
Has the penny dropped yet?
Sunday thoughts
Silent One
9 February 2020
It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.
It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.
Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015
"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories"
Author unknown
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Old and new friends are gems to cherish in my heart,
In my darkest hours friends have held me close;
Although in time we may be miles and miles apart
They have listened with tears to my sad grieving prose.
All my days are reverie and my nights lost in dreams,
And with my dripping pen I create my poetry;
With dream inspired words, lines, emotions and themes,
Sorrow has made me the poet I was meant to be.
Ah, memories, memories so bittersweet,
In my mind I see our old house amongst the trees;
I have memories of mom's tangled garden seat,
Of bright, heavenly flowers waving in the breeze.
And through the years I have learned life is deep,
Entangled with friends, dreams and memories to keep.
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March 14, 2015
Poetry/Sonnet/A Penny For Your Thoughts
Copyright Protected, 03-653-995-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts,
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 04/2015
Third Place
A
saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There's many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
is a word not heard much these days
Its value is less than a cent
We used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store, it was a big event
FOR
many years its value has decreased
There's a rumour they'll not longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I dearly miss
YOUR
thoughts are probably, what an old geezer
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days we still pine
THOUGHTS
of sodas, ice cream and lollipops
Linger in the depth of our being
Tears can be seen trickling down our cheeks
A sad but a joyous a feeling
Inspired by the following quote: "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." — Helen Keller
Why am I crying now; there must be a reason
Is there something my conscious mind’s trying to hide
Or could it simply be this humid, warm season
The torment of seeking answers can’t be denied
There are days when I wake with a smile on my face
Grateful for many blessings that have been bestowed
But after nightmares, I feel I’ve fallen from grace
Anomalies exist in my genetic code
Like my Mom, I struggle to break from depression
Never understanding why feelings overwhelm
Perhaps I pay for a forgotten transgression
Is it a smile or a frown today at the helm
Sometimes I have tendencies to internalize
But the causes of these I cannot analyze
*Written March 14, 2015, for Sara’s “A Penny for your Thoughts” contest.
“I don't really wanna know what makes you leave, or when you'll be back.
I just wanna know what will make me cry at your arrival.”
? Ade Santi
Was a cold and dismal night, you strode out
Why did your mind choose such a time to leave
What was so important, you had no doubt
This was the now, you so strongly believed.
Our life was on an even plateau, yes
boring at times, did we see each other.
Familiarity breeds hope I guess
Yet did not look and we did not bother.
Yet on your return how will I behave
Welcome home, or ask you why have you come
Do I want to cry, beg you like a slave
Or turn the other cheek, what's done is done
I bury my thoughts too raw to expose
As I buried the love, under my nose
Penned 17 March 2015
A penny for your thoughts
now think before you talk
then tell me how you feel, so true and so real
as emotions continue to build
no longer hiding behind a wall or shield
no reason to oppress or repress
if you'd only let go and express
you'd feel so much more than refreshed
be freed from reality that bleeds and leads to insanity
so candidly let me be there to rid you of all your fears,worries and doubts
for letting go you cannot go without
so let the words run freely from your mouth
for you I will be there,unconditionally
glistening with a sparkle in my eye
listening with undivided attention
with no tensions mentioned
and when all you have to say is said and done
and your complete trust I have won
My only require is for you to inquire me of all my thoughts
after all a penny's all it'll cost
It all started that one autumn evening
Wind blowing by my hair and tree leaves rustling
Echoing over my warm laughter
With yours blending in.
As the tinge of sunset hues reflected in your eyes
Like they did in mine
Perhaps I should've said it then
Or maybe after we left the ice-cream parlor
Or the cinema, the internet café,
The restaurant or even the amusement park
I guess you noticed
But again you couldn't possibly have.
I'd trade it all for you
For memories that would never grow old like autumn trees
I'd love to relive all our moments.
Guess I really should've said it
Maybe I'd still be making photocards with you under the warm sunlight gaze
Its now winter
My nights are longer and my heart is colder
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
But perhaps my string of fate isn't tied to yours
If I'd said then that the one thing I can't trade
Is my reality for yours
Maybe, just maybe
I'd have someone as sweet as you to ask me
"Penny for your thoughts?"
I searched for a Penny
So I could hear her thoughts
Sadly there weren't any
My heart was left in knots
Perhaps a wooden Nickle
Or maybe a thin dime
Would help me in a pickle
So this girl could be mine
I was determined to pass Buck
For he seemed to have her ear
He possessed that Irish luck
So I cried in my green beer
This girl I wanted to hold
Was enamored with his gold
"Penny for your thoughts"
"Don't accept any wooden Nickles."
"All he had was one thin dime"
"The Buck stops here"
"Luck of the Irish"
"The one who has the Gold gets the girl!"
World of keen pens
Earth seep kens hence
Sphere glens verve wits.
Telepathy the thougths of else to see
Might be a good way to improve my brain
Which by the events is pushed off to be.
More than a penny I should give for drain!
When I see people with lost in space sight
I try to figure what is moving there
And simply this be a improvement might
But frequently my mind reaches nowhere.
Not all our thoughts may just in words be told
And without talking are expressed much less.
In vain we try then our dreams to uphold:
Of any else the thoughts we cannot guess.
If there are thoughts, as final after all,
Worth a mere penny even if it’s small!
" I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that..." Robin Williams
She's always there to make them smile.
Her shoulders are ever ready to lean on.
And convinces them that life’s worthwhile,
for she’s the only one that they can depend on.
It’s always the saddest people, she thought,
trying their hardest to makes others happy.
As they know what’s it like to feel worthless and hurt
and will hate for anyone to feel that much crappy.
She has to be strong for them she feels,
But hides the fact that’s she’s slowly falling apart.
It’s difficult been strong sometimes it seems.
As no one notices a shattering heart.
Yet she finds the will to always make sure she somehow makes their day.
But deep inside she quietly wishes someone could hug her pain away.
Contest - " A Penny For Your Thoughts"
Sponsor - Sara Kendrick
Contest entry:
Forms: Sonnet (a,b,a,b) (c,d,c,d) (e,f,e,f) (g,g)
Three stanzas and a couplet(a summary) ..
Ten syllables per line
You may search and find a saying to inspire you please
include the quote on your work..
Please use_ A Penny For Your Thoughts as your title..
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
Father said, son listen to that church bell
Life just may beat you into submission
Or drag you deep into a living hell
To avoid that seek truth as your mission
Sound of truth rings so very loud and clear
Let goodness be your greatest living guide
On that path the Light casts away all fear
Your love and deeds you will not have to hide
Son asks, dad how can I always be sure
Will there not be days of terrible doubt
My son, live your life seeking to be pure
Then his love you will never be without
Tis' the courage to continue that counts
In this race , best we use our finest mounts
Robert J. Lindley, 03-14-2015
Poem contest entry...
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Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140 Total
# Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
N/A Total # Words: 115
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Nationality: English
Type: Statesman
Born: November 30, 1874
Died: January 24, 1965
"Success is not final, failure is
not fatal: it is the courage to
continue that counts."
Winston Churchill
My quote chosen comes from the famous and brilliant
quote from the epically great Sir Winston Churchill.
I had to slightly rephrase the quote to meet the ten syllable
requirement of the sonnet form used.
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Strikes me that the deepest thought we can ever have is this....
Where do we go after this life ends and how do we find that path?
My poem gives the answer that so many reject...
Call on me, friends, to calm your fears;
hear my voice on winds of song
with tallest pines swaying along,
and I will wipe away your tears.
Call on me to lead you home,
when your heart feels lost and void.
My words will spill out overjoyed
like moon’s cascade in twilight gloam.
Gentle come my words and deeds;
from mountains echoed endlessly,
words lasting like smooth, shining seas,
and rosebuds tended 'midst wild weeds.
If we by chance, one day part ways,
my words will resonate, I pray.
//There is nothing in this world that can trouble you as much as your own thoughts."//
A Penny For Your Thoughts
So he wandered deep in thought
naked ‘midst the dreams he sought
knowledge gleaned from ancient tomes
lacking truth of self-turned stones
There amid the silent din
thought of things unknown to him
saw the break of reason’s day
logic freed from feet of clay
Old ideal’s proven weak
withering in coat meek
listening to howling doubt’s
empty melancholy shouts
Those that paid the penny price
found his thoughts not always nice.
3/17/2015
submitted to – A Penny For Your Thoughts – poetry contest
sponsor – Sara Kendrick