what do you write about?
I look on my desk
besides two computer monitors I have
sore throat spray
plastic owl with a rotating head
snowman Christmas felt craft kit
two-sided ceramic dish in crisscross design
Disney princess counting numbers game
red sunglasses with lens that are black
nickel coin collection from my dad
large print thesaurus and dictionary
broken pencil
Dick Blick catalog
tiny scrap of gum
hair gel
empty glass
toy glow creature
Yes,
I could clean this off
but in a week it would look the same
just new contenders
Categories:
coin collection, writing,
Form: Free verse
Child killers
Sexual abuses
A wife beaten to a pulp
Becuase her husband was drunk
Someone's Grandmother
Robbed to provide a junkies fix
A war vetran
Conned out of his life savings
So he can't even pay for his own funeral costs
A charity coin collection box
A local shop dedicated to fundraising
For the perpetrators of said crimes
Should by the following rules abide
Let the punishment fit the crime
An eye for an eye
A life for a life
A bruise for a break
And a stake to drive through where there heart should be
Back to do the Devil's calling
Buried alive in hell
Categories:
coin collection, slam,
Form: Free verse
You are something to behold as I hold you in my hand.
Made of quality gold, you come from Switzerland.
With a value of twenty francs, you are quite in demand.
To have you, I give thanks. That's something anyone can understand.
With mountains in the back, I admire your hair in braids.
Beauty is something you don't lack. You are fair among maids.
Give you up? I hope never. You have my undying affection.
I will keep you forever in my coin collection.
Categories:
coin collection, money,
Form: Rhyme
When I say that I'm going to kill you, there is no doubt.
You've angered me once too often and I'm going to rub you out.
Three years ago, you stole my valuable coin collection.
You should get a bodyguard because you need protection.
You lied to Social Services when you told them that I'm an unfit dad.
I almost lost my children and you have damn nearly driven me mad.
But the last straw came when you impregnated my teenage daughter.
You've crossed the line and you are a man who I intend to slaughter.
I could have you arrested for statutory rape but I want you to be dead.
You just fell to the floor because I used my shotgun to blow off your head.
(This is a fictional poem. In real life, violence never solves anything. Please never take the law into your own hands.)
Categories:
coin collection, dark, daughter, murder,
Form: Rhyme
When I was a boy I had a coin collection.
Each one a prime example of its type,
Worth well beyond the face value
Their small differences and minor flaws
Raising them in the eye of the collector.
In the beginning, God engraved a die with His image,
And stamped out Adam and Eve, the first ‘proof set’.
Thousands of generations later
We’re still made from that same original mold.
We each have the same face value – one human being,
But the Great Collector values us for our flaws,
And our differences.
Categories:
coin collection, identity, spiritual, truth,
Form: Didactic
Keepsakes From Mom
You left me your Butterfly pins, your coin collection too,
Albums’ full of photographs, and several pairs of shoes,
Grandma’s Bible and Opera Glasses, also still have a place,
These keepsakes have memories, that can never be erased.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/15/16
Categories:
coin collection, appreciation, feelings, memory, mom,
Form: Rhyme
I’d like to tell you a short story of me,
From being important to being alone.
Like when I was in the middle of the stadium,
And I was the one that was thrown.
When I was new, I was clean, I was shiny,
And I held everyone by the hand.
And I was the most important friend to the kids,
My value they could all understand.
I’ve traveled the country so many times,
In pockets, wallets, purses, and back packs.
And I’ve been through every poker machine,
And used in games of blackjack.
I spent years in the bottom of a sealed up coin box,
And under the mat in the car.
And I’ve been in every donation tin,
And in every work office coin jar.
But at last my life of being valued has changed,
I’m out of circulation as of today.
I’m now important in this glass sealed cabinet,
A member of a coin collection forever on display.
Categories:
coin collection, life,
Form: Quatrain
A gold Bulova watch that grandpa owned was hidden
from everyone's eyes in a desktop drawer,
where daddy stored his coin collection;
it glittering brighter than the noon sun, it astonished;
my discovery wasn't a small wonder
as seen by me and the incredible charm it held!
I don't need to question why grandpa only wore that
gold Bulova watch on those long and important business trips
he made to Spain and France as a hazelnut merchant;
was his intention to look stylish although he had charming looks?
Yes, all the above he combined to make profitable deals...
that's how he amassed wealth never venturing into dangerous seas!
A little treasure I own...that gold Bulova watch that's in my possession now,
it has known three dynamic generations and seen by different faces!
Never will I wear it to resemble him and imitate his style..it'll take many skills,
the only satisfaction I get from it: is pride while its pretty rubies steadily glow!
Thanks, grandpa for your beautiful gift...it's holds more than a material value:
its the symbol of fortitude that embodies the spirit that once was you!
Categories:
coin collection, grandfather, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Passersby stared at me and complimented mom
for her gorgeous child
who smiled very tenderly,
and being moved by how
I sang my nursery rhyme,
they applauded saying, " Oh, it's so pretty! "
A few days ago, being bored I searched
for a rare coin collection sold
to me by the Bradford exchange,
but surprisingly I found a forgotten picture between
the pages of a book written by James McQueen,
and in that picture there was me at a tender age.
The more I looked at it, the more that shy and fair child resembled me,
and being amazed by my discovery,
I started living the thrill of childhood days:
remembering spring afternoons and how wonderful innocence was!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Deb Wilson's contest, " Maybe I'm Amazed! "
2/ 19/2013
Categories:
coin collection, child, growing up, history,
Form: Rhyme