Thinking about Nevermind!
Skinny dipping soaked in bleach, albino by design
Eyes burning, -Something in the way- future gives a sign
No pacifier needed, when remuneration’s on the line
Keep calm it’s just rehearsal, will sink lower another time
Born too soon, umbilical’s frayed by a toothless bite
Lure instills urge to swim, bypassing baptismal rite
-Come as you are- take a breath, be sure to stay airtight
Nevermind the grunge, it’s less dirty with a soul of white
Zero in on bait, the watermark hides a sell by date
Perhaps-stay away- not much change at going rate
Don’t lose sight of legal tender, it won’t always sate
Take a breather, rest assured, if lungs don’t reinflate
Swimming in circles chasing what is never truly ours
Set in ripples, a reflection of mankind’s weakest hour ?
The dollar breaks, revealing depths we’ve yet to scour
In the murk, no god we trust, just a bill we all empower
Categories:
legal tender, age, music, perspective,
Form: Ekphrasis
How many women here
have been impregnated
by Elon Musk? looking for hands
He plans to repopulate the planet
single handedly - well, not handed
exactly - you know what I mean.
In Australia, great swaths of Texas,
and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender,
because his sperm is legal tender.
Factoid: you might catch a disease,
he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize
and several of them, frankly, look sleazy.
Of course, you’d have to listen to him talk. shivers
Unless you say, “Hey, can we do this without conversation?”
That’s when you’d slip on your sleep mask, and, well, you know.
But what would you be thinking about?
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FUN! by KiNG MALA [E]
BLOODONTHETIMBS by Bren Joy [E]
Categories:
legal tender, baby, birth, character, child,
Form: Rhyme
Setting: A parlor with money hanging on a wall becomes the topic.
Characters:
Teen, short boy like to talk down on adult's
Woman, passion for hanging money
Dialogue:
Teen: You've not been in this part of the house, huh?
Woman: I'm not nosey or bottled-up--up on the daily's!
Teen: Nonsense, silly-willy. Yes-no-not you who me?
Woman: Never in a day it'd be you, can't fathom it, aw!
Woman: OMgosh! That cannot be money, on your wall?
Teen: Of course not, it's where we hang funny money.
Woman: Your family, with that money, oh, you go too far.
Teen: Okay, it is the real McCoy, kinda bit like you doll!
Woman: You lie! Me a doll? Really, Money like legal tender?
Teen: A flat board with a couple of cherries on top, hehe!
Woman: Money will paint me up. I'm a real dish-o-licious!
Categories:
legal tender, appreciation, beautiful, change, father
Form: Verse
Whenever you apply
Yourself, always remember
You're it, rely
On talents, center
On your abilities
Making that legal-tender,
Remember your responsibilities
Ultimately you'll deny
Disabilities, all hostilities.
Categories:
legal tender, allusion, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form: Other
Sinister Sinner Who Became a Minister
wore big blister
was sinister minister
became senator
a legal tender
minister an offender
had been big spender
minister spinster
with a good looking sister
hard to resist her
had been beginner
then he cooked a great dinner
now a real winner
sailed with spinnaker
when a big wind did occur
hard to endure
Categories:
legal tender, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
For a very long time since the early days,
"Phony as a three dollar bill" has been a worn-out phrase.
Legal tender three dollar currency was something you could not hold.
However, the United States Mint did issue this denomination in gold.
In 1854, these coins first went into circulation.
They were produced at four different mints in the nation.
However, these gold pieces saw their popularity decline.
Philadelphia minted the last ones in 1889.
Today's collectors prize gold coins of this kind.
All of them are worth plenty as they are harder to find.
Categories:
legal tender, history, money,
Form: Rhyme
Until the cap is won, effect of heat on reasoning remains unknown.
Until the palace is visited, that comfort creates discomfort is undiscovered.
Until power is tasted, that corruption is a genetic disorder remains a fallacy.
Dereliction, never a power disability, but a long inherited trait in ANTIQUITY
The Lion hectors the antelope
The Antelope terrorizes the grass
Strength uncommon to both BUT power.
Vulgarism and terrorism, power that corrupts the powered.
Corona virus, a legal tender to decipher corrupt human trait
The politician the national purse suppressed, the Grocer the destitute suppressed.
Categories:
legal tender, africa,
Form: Free verse
I
The LORD revealed to my pastor, and friend, now mentor
That Jerusalem and Babylon aren't mere "places"
They are People Groups, too: some of us will love Babylon ever!
Thus spake Rev. Kevin Sparrow. The Spirit set our paces
- those in the Lamb's Book - toward the real Zion, home of Creator
II
The key to the Book of The Revelation is "contrast"
Two kingdoms pitted against each other since devil Lucifer
Envied God His Throne - took a third of the angels and led
A rebellion that goes on. One Kingdom is known by legal tender
As legit as $2 note. The other kingdom copies God's dollar
And only the Holy Spirit will teach how to discern The Real v. Imitator
III
Satan is the slyest, if not the cleverest, copycat
His fake trinity poses the enigma about Armageddon, the end of earth!
When we gloss over Bible and The Person of the Holy Spirit
Yes, He is a Person, as are God and Jesus. He glorifies not Himself
But Jesus alone! He unveils the WORD, each letter and its spirit:
You may know The Beast's number, but do you know his 'unholy triumvirate'?
Categories:
legal tender, allegory, angst, bible, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
I once read a poem. It’s style was different than mine. Then I thought. Won’t it be nice to write about jacarandas & marigolds. Spices and all that taste nice. I reasoned. Won’t my readers love occasionally. To see a sweet poem with color. One that is simple. Without a care in the world. Skipping along like nobody’s business.
I thought. One with no intrigue. No scratching your head. To decipher what the hell did he mean. A poem without pretense. Not high falluting signifying nothing, Just words on paper. Not flat or boring. One without meaning. Like Jack Sprat and his wife and the platter. Or three men in a tub. Rub a dub dub.
But life won’t let me. The daily attack on the senses. The quest for the legal tender. Lies, sickness and death. A mirage like all else. I used to think I knew it all. Then one day. It changed. Like this poem. An illusion. No sweetness. No color. The same style.
Categories:
legal tender, life, poetry,
Form: Free verse
faces, spaces & traces
we each must go before the fault
were all in the same cage here
what you sow is what you reap
once this life is done no chance to repeat
we look inside no where else to hide
in voices filled with the muck & mire of choices
crayons, paper & pen
Where do I even begin
shadows taunt the sinner to come in
vice is there for the taken
the less that you give your a taker
we labor for the legal tender
in the fake land of the pretender
toxic people with tombstones in their head
It's the walking dead
evil minds that plug destruction
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
let me pause to think
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss
of a time well spent in thought
when there's a dozen of pots in your sink
to think before you act
lines being drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand
we can't keep sticking it to the man
abortion on demand
the bloody fetus screams out for vengeance
Yet to no avail who will answer the call ?
Categories:
legal tender, adventure, art,
Form: Free verse
Planet Zoom
Through the sunset we get a glimpse
Felt a high kick to the brain let me explain
Shattered dreams easy means as we labor for the legal tender
A promise that was made in the dark has been brought to it's fullest light
The challenge to be free is a question of time
My one solution is to be kind & use my minds
There's picture covered on my wall
The common place for a warm embrace
Living in planet zoom now go clean your room
A hero that stays at the side of the street
Once this life is over you can't repeat
Living in the land of mean a hero's scream
Gone away look at the tempers of fire
A salute to freedom with a gun for hire
Still there's really no voice anymore
Hence the vast opened door
Eyes with tombstones in there head
Wake up late some may wake up dead
Some go there way in a field & stream
Others are off trying to live the dream
It's worse now then who knows when
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
A steer is still a steer & a cow is a cow
It's the end of the world as we know it
Categories:
legal tender, absence, abuse, angel, anger,
Form: Free verse
Back to Heaven Again
What we want is for love and sensibility
Both to last a whole lifetime into infinity
Problems solved and an answer render
Which never requires any legal tender.
Realize God above is our one and only
Who supports you when down and lonely
Will take our hand and then leads us on
So we will find success in each new dawn.
Don't let us foolishly around be dashing
Or needlessly many others we are trashing
Know God is near and always available
Causes economy and rough seas to be stable.
Always glad each time when His spirit is near
And us on straight and narrow, he will steer
Retrieve when lost or deep in a lion's den
In end, help us return back to heaven again.
Jame Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
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Categories:
legal tender, philosophy, religious,
Form: Couplet
One race, one religion, one land, one legal tender, the 4 evils, illuminati, pure
darkness, the devil has no gender, the devil can’t buy my soul, 4 I gave my soul
2 God, Adam-n-Eve and lilith in the garden, enjoying manege tois, the devil will
never bow down 2 man, in Heaven he broke that law, now man bows down 2
him, not a dog, or a diamond, but he’s man’s best friend, yes the devil’s man’s
best friend, when he whispers don’t you listen 2 him, don’t you believe in him,
the 4 season, the illusion that you’re breathing the same air as this demon,
man’s best friend (sin), no matter what color you are, what religion you’re in,
what land you live on, or whatever money you spend, we all (sin), man’s best
friend, whispering and man listening, 2 the mischief of his sin, you say God, but
is that really who you believe in, ask your best friend (sin).
Categories:
legal tender, evil, god, religion,
Form: Free verse
Some merchants make life hard
when they won't accept a credit card.
Forget checks, or even gold dust.
They want those greenbacks that say "In God We Trust".
Goods and services are rendered each day.
However, cash is their only payment way.
Those legal tender pieces of paper are what they want today.
Inspired by another member's poem
Categories:
legal tender, business, money,
Form: Light Verse
The dilemma of decisions,
Torn betwixt sentimentality and objectivity,
A humane demeanour whilst horns locked with adversity,
Criticism diluted with kindness,
Justice tempered with mercy,
Verdicts pronounced on truth as against fact,
Judgements made from emotion rather than intellect,
Thoughts initiated from the heart not the brain,
Profits measured by fulfilment not figures,
Smiles accepted as legal tender,
Responsibility overshadowing duty,
Negative bank balances coexisting with positive outlooks,
Sustained by intangible gains,
Rules and regulations non-existent,
Laws and decrees abolished,
Constitutions rescinded,
Order maintained by one command,
Decisions reached by one consideration,
Love.
Categories:
legal tender, freedom, society,
Form: Prose Poetry
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