Long Coin Poems
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right to left me read please
every poem must have a word
like a keystone centered in it
the word is
OR
then there must be a symbol-word
misplaced, out of place,
something unsettling must take place
a hapax legomena like
TUSK
now the bowl is cracked
wabi-sabi
on a white page
some ink has been spilled
even a random accident has great meaning
if it can be read
you see something invisibly big
or something too small to ignore
a coin falls onto the floor
OR
it hangs in the air spinning on and on
never reaching
ambit
a poem is like that
never arriving
always reaching
r m l t r -
it in is truth
I see her there in our backyard,
Pushing our youngest on the swing,
Were it just six short months ago
She would’ve been my everything.
Back before I could understand,
Before the scales fell from my eyes,
Before the truth of our marriage
I did come to realize.
Six months ago I was working
for an architectural firm,
we were making big skyscrapers,
plentiful money did I earn.
But then a big client left us,
and the money became real tight,
me and eight others were laid off
after that nothing did go right.
At first Monica was smiles,
“You’ll find another job, you’ll see,"
but the market wasn’t that great
so things didn’t go that smoothly.
The first interview went nowhere,
she said,”You will get on in time.”
The second ended just the same,
she said,”Well something you will find.”
After two months the support waned
and annoyance came to her eyes,
so I did part-time in fast-food
to bring in some cash on the side.
I thought this would make her happy,
it was money and it was work,
she just snarked,”Yes, all little girls
dream of marrying fast-food clerks.”
After that it seemed every night
she would give me a snide comment,
until the first fight erupted
that she purposely did foment.
Every night was the same refrain,
how I had fallen short and failed,
every day I pounded pavement,
but it seemed to no avail.
Before long I slept on the couch,
and all chance of sex was gone,
she couldn’t look at me without
implying that I had done wrong.
The damnable thing about it
was that my wife herself did work!
We had no danger of starving,
but she still made every day hurt.
I even caught her late one night
flirting with some ex online,
she just shrugged,”At least Danny still
Is getting paid for his time.”
At this point, five trying months in,
when It seemed my life would be robbed,
a rival firm gave me a call,
then offered me a full-time job.
It didn’t pay quite like the last,
but I was making ample coin,
that night we did have sex three times,
Monica no longer looked annoyed.
At first I was glad just to work,
grateful to cover all my costs,
but as the weeks went flying by
something continued to feel off...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
When we were young and lacked the coin
to buy enduring toys, the Woolworth store
defined the reach of acquisition,
filling up the breach of larger dreams
with flavored ice and scooter pies.
We consumed them while on the run
through the hot streets of Washington,
learning thus the rate of sweetness
and how rapidly it melts away.
At the flea market in Arlington
we saunter through the parking garage
and dispense the largess piled on age.
She soothes the ache of toys denied
with a pewter vase and a string
of Lapis from Afghanistan.
I use the hour to forage for
battered trains from before the war
when I could only watch the tin toys run
through the teasing window of the store.
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
Daylight breaks with a shout, I had no clue what the commotion was about, people were running to and fro and others were wondering which way to go. It’s like a monster was walking down the street trampling everything that it sees and some people fell on the ground and the sound of boots march heavily in the town.
An old man sitting on the sidewalk, extend his cup to the passersby his wary eye lids drooped at the front and tears were flowing from his eyes what had befall him I could not tell but a big rock stone landed at the back of his head his money cup fell from his hand and the coin spilled on the ground and scatter in different direction. He tried to clear the middle of the world but a car came out of nowhere and run him over in the middle of the road.
The crowd starts gathering around and screams and shouts penetrates the town and the sounds of the boots gets closer. The ambulance came right on time to save the old man’s life. I could feel the tension in the air as the ambulance speed through the street and curious bystanders lined the street with frightened eyes wondering what will happen next.
The howling wind lashes through the street tearing down tree limbs and utility poles, the temperature suddenly changed and the wind starts whistle all over the place and the boots gets closer. The clouds suddenly gets dark and birds start flying out of the trees seeking shelter on lower grounds and the people starts moving out of the town hail start dropping from the sky and the sun embraces winter with a healthy goodbye and sound of the boots gets closer.
Winter boots is on the run, winter boots are loaded with guns, big guns strapped on their side and dignity wrapped up inside ten thousand of them march into the town and pitch their tents and winter finally sets in with a little chill. Winter boots are marching around surveying the contour of the little town.
I drive through the forest of shadows and clouds,
thinking out loud, about the wings of buzzards
that flap up and down through springtime leaves.
I saw three in flight. I’m deft as I creep in my car.
A meander of curves on this country bumpkin nook.
Mysterious and lovely, this living ghost of trees.
The hawks diminish its size, provoke the darkness.
I imagine the mean old apple trees and ruby slippers.
I coin it The Yellow Brick Road when I drive the kids.
It’s what is left when the rest of the land’s been developed.
It is a scary and pretty walk, dangerous and playful.
I breathe life through the confiture of this unspoiled remnant.
Will someone please
Please God please
Get her out of my mind
So happy and my life’s complete
Everytime I get near you, you look so sweet
Gotta run away from you everytime
And I just can’t get you out my mind
Smile so bright you light up the room
Wanna taste those lips so soon
But it’s so wrong and it aint right
Holding back with all my might
On the other side of the coin
Found a girl and we got joined
A couple of kids and great big house
It’d be over if the words came out of my mouth
She loves me a lot and I gotta admit
I don’t think she’d ever get over it
This is starting to tear me up inside
But its better me than my bride
I guess we’ll never know and that’s alright
Just wanted you to know you brighten up my life
For now that will have to be enough
It’s really complicated, all this stuff
It’s not worth destroying everything I have
Awfully selfish, it’s kind of sad
Maybe in another life
You could have been my wife
So happy now and my life’s complete
Everytime I get near you, you look so sweet
Gotta run away and try to find
Some way to get you off my mind
Will someone please
Please God please
Get her out of my mind
Form:
This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow
~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back
~ God inspired me to write this poem…
Evil and God
Good and Bad
Since her first dawn.
She has been hearing it;
Of the both sides of the coin,
Of the both sides of human nature.
If a truth for the coin,
A truth for her.
What if she was not subdued
to be good?
What if she was not taught
to worship God?
Was it necessary?
She wonders as she embraces
the cold hard mattress,
in a cold room bolted from outside.
Animal are not taught,
are not cultured.
Yet they know how to be calm,
how to be angry.
Feed and produce.
They know it all.
Love for love
Fight for fight.
Being human,
Why does she lie here,
Life imprisonment.
Is she dangerous?
Those black and white coats,
bound to zero or one,
would not understand
Provocation.
If the tigress is provoked,
She retaliates.
Still, she knows when to stop.
She retaliated.
She stopped.
It's over.
None can harm her
if she wants.
She learnt.
And been judged - a dangerous criminal!
As powerful as an earth tremor that can tear the clinged earth plates apart,
As strong as a lie that can break the glass of trust into pieces,
As significant as a plastic face that can easily wipe out deformities,
As realistic as a fake smile that can turn twinkling eyes into an endless ocean,
As terrible as the hunger cry of an abandoned child.
Dangerous to the extent of rising forest fire,
Decisive to the extent of a fake friend,
Dominant to the range of an unethical political voice,
Indecent to the core of an uneducated mind,
Unexpected as the danger of a shipwreck.
As menacing as -
a brick of betrayal that could break the brawny wall of honesty,
one toxic drop that could turn His adorable Adam into a lump of ash,
a single fire spark that could snatch the
food away from the innocent forest life
a luring pitcher tube that could melt the little life in its juices.
The root of vengeance
The seed of sorrow
The decimating desire
The minacious avarice
And that rules the kings,
Governs the supreme power,
Mortifies the stony broke mob,
Banishes even the brilliance and virtuosity
It's not just a piece of printed paper,
Not just a coin of stamped metal.
Salute to you dear specie
Kudos to you dear penny
You are Omnipresent, Omnipotent and Omnificent.
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