Long Dime Poems
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How have you been, it's ok to tella
Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see
That Brooks and Paris need some money
Please support our trip to the far east
On the search for gold, spices, and peace
Make an alliance, no more will be deceased
And then with all your glory, power will be released
Now of course you know, I'm a man of navigation
We'll be chasin a new Spaniard nation
No hesitation just regulation
Make a fresh start on a new foundation
No more waitin, this is your chance
Travel be sea and not by land
I promise you we will do the best that we can
And once we succeed I hope you understand
That you will be the most famous queen of all time
Please Miss Isabella, I do not have a dime
Instead of a letter, I'm sending you a rhyme
It sounds a bit better, and rappin's not a crime
But enough about that, let me tell you this
If my directions are right then we will sure not miss
If no corrections are made then I can surely list
A whole scroll full of demands cause we'll be so rich
And I'm not just sayin that trying to be modest
I'm telling you the truth, I'm being totally honest
Nobody else can navigate even as well as I can aim
And once we reach and claim
We'll put your name to fame
Our route is better planned and leadership's a must
In my eyes, we're the only two that you can trust
Let me explain in detail exactly what we need
A whole bunch of sea men and a couple ships indeed
We need a lot of food, and of course some vitamin C
Just to make sure the men don't get scurvy
We need some beer and wine, some utensils to dine
A whole lot of rifles for men on the front line
Acceptable weapons win the battle every time
And I need a lot girls, bout 39 would be just fine
Now my time is almost up, you just need to know my route
We're gonna sail round Africa and take the passage south
And then we'll sail around and finally reach the Asians
That is when we'll start the new Spaniard nation
You can give up that nasty habit if you try.
Just think of all the things your money will buy.
Each one of those houses is a den of debauchery.
They are clip joints just out to get your money.
When you dump at the tables or feed the machines,
the end result is usually some egregious scenes.
If you win, consider it a loan at the time.
You will return to pay back every nickel and dime.
Being broke is where most adventures will lead.
The house takes advantage of the weakness called greed.
Greed is the deadliest of the seven deadly sins.
In the long run, only the house is the one who wins.
Everybody, and his brother
Stopped in, at one time, or another
Not for the greasy hash browns
Or the coffee, with a half a cup, of grounds
They weren't there for Ruby or Ruth
Whose numbers were in the phone booth
At night when the honky tonks closed down
It was the only place open in town
The regulars sat at the back
The bar was reserved for the hacks
Nobody ever stayed very long
A blue plate special or a jukebox song
The burgers were extra greasy
Waitresses a little sleazy
But there were always people around
It was the only place open in town
My mom, warned about it's reputation
My dad, more concerned about damnation
I used to go there, from time to time
Back when a pay phone was just a dime
On occasion wound up in jail
And one might say, I've been through hell
Anything one needed could be found
It was the only place open in town
We saw the smoke, from miles away
Heard the fire trucks, early that day
Everybody not working, went to see
The roaches and the mice run free
When the honky tonks closed that night
Everybody had to go home tight
Cause before the old cafe' burnt down
It was the only place open in town
Looking back, had some good times there
Just sit by the window and stare
Reflections of places and faces
Kinda like a memory, oasis
Life was a whole lot slower
I was a wild oat sower
But anytime, one wanted, to hunker down
It was the only place open in town
by Daniel Turner
Vampire bat with an injured wing.
Swoops through the air with a bit of a swing.
Crow drops down with a caw and a ring.
It is glamorous, a really shiny new thing.
What will you do with it the bat asks?
I’ll put it in her nest, next to the flask.
Is that wine? The bat asks with alarm.
Knowing that drunk crows lose their charm.
Sure says the crow. It’s no big deal.
They soon hear her calling him a heel.
The engagement did not work out this time.
He came back sober, with a shiny dime.
Okay, she agreed, but I want the ring too.
A greedy crow, but what could he do?
He had fallen flat out head over heels in love.
With this cute little number, sexy turtledove.
Not a dime in my pocket not a dollar at the bank. Hand to mouth is how I live, if the pay cheque late dry crackers is my breakfast, lunch and dinner… hand to mouth ...hand to mouth is how I live.
I stop answering the phone the bill collectors know my number not sure they know I don't have it today, it's only the 5th ...hand to mouth ...hand to mouth is how I live ...no light... no water ...all I can do is pray for the 25th ... counting the days, counting the hour, my knees are black from my days of praying on the hard-cold ground...hand to mouth is how I live.
long for some fish and rice with a little vegetable on the side ...maybe a glass of lemonade to help to glide down that scrumptious delight ...tired of the dry crackers my tongue long to salivate... hand to mouth...hand to mouth... is how I live, one more day to wait ...thanks God it's the 25th.
Who dare to go the extra mile with me, who dare to walk out of the struggle with me, who dare to tarry on the floor with me, who dare to set me free.
I stand on the mountain of time reminiscing the mysteries that have gone by, the earth in its fullness of the ages once stood flat on the ground but historian says that it is round.
I have no instrument to measure it, I have to use a dip stick to penetrate the ground to see what is there to be found, it looks ellipsoid from all side, but the mysteries are wrapped up inside. The dark ages have gone away and wisdom is here to say, if you go the extra miles with me I will show you something that you have never seen.
The tides are turning and the morning is glowing and the birds in the trees are singing a melodious song and the animals in the bushes are pressing on, they have been there since two thousand and nine wandering in the bushes without a dime, the people they have worked for have left them in the cold but mercy will soon find them a new home.
If you see a signal coming from the bush, check your source before you land and you will understand that those are the problems you did not solve and the people in the bushes are still waiting for you to see them through.
The mountain rests beyond the clouds and you have to get there before you grow old, there are some things that are hidden in the sea and you have to get the submarine to journey with me, I don’t have much money but if we partner together we will do much wonders, go the extra mine with me and I will get you out of the trap and open the land lock.
I have been waiting here for many years, with no one to take care
You are my only hope over here and the train is on time so please don’t miss the deadline, the heat is raging over here and water is dripping from my face and my body is soaked inside out.
Oh, what wonders lie in the sun, it is moving around the galaxy and it is ripening the fruits and sucking the energy out of me, you have got to help the youth before you make a move. I don’t have much time to spear so hurry before the furnace reaches over here. You have got to go the extra miles with me so that destiny can set us free.
The mountain is steep, the valley is deep and I have almost completed the fleet but need that extra touch to pull me over.
He had worked hard for this moment…
He’d been focused…driven…undaunted
He’d reached a point in his life
where he could give his daughter anything she wanted…
He proudly asked her to make a Christmas wish list.
She wrote…focused…driven…undaunted
hoping ‘Santa’ would be able to bring her
the one thing she ever wanted.
She finished quickly…her list was short…at first he wondered why
Once he read it he closed his eyes…then he began to cry…
‘Dear Santa’, it read, ’this Christmas ‘all I’m looking for…
I want to be with Daddy…I want to see him more.’
And as he clutched that letter to his heart
he realized what he should be working for…
and that Christmas he made a vow
to be with his daughter more.
That Christmas she unwrapped an envelope
with a letter inside that read:
‘I promise to be home for dinner every night
I promise to tuck you into bed.’
‘I promise to spend more time with you…
I promise I will find a way.
I promise starting this Christmas
to spend much less time away.’
And so he did…he gave his daughter
a gift that didn’t cost a dime…
He gave her exactly what she wanted
He gave his love…he gave her time.
Yes, she got her wish that Christmas
and lived ever after…happily
and through the magic of a Christmas wish
ironically…
so did he.
***Trying to Make a Living***
Everyone’s got a side hustle,
just trying to make a living.
Working too hard to grab a piece,
of what this ole world ain’t giving.
We’re just trying to make a dime,
hoping that we might get ahead.
Seems no matter how hard we try,
we fall farther behind instead.
We’re standing on the same ladder,
clawing and scratching til we drop.
Praying before we reach life’s end,
we might get a glimpse of the top.
We keep playing the best we can,
though our deck’s short a card or two.
In the end I’ll lay down my hand,
knowing I’ve done the best I could do.
Sailing
the wind in my hair
sea gulls everywhere
negative ions are inhaled deep in my lungs
while the first mate lifts the buy from the rungs
Leaving shore
with a set course to the island
sun on our shoulders
feels like a warm comfortable blanket
fresh air makes our cheeks glow
as the day gets set to evening go
and millions of stars arise
in the velvety evening skies
all around is stillness except for the lapping sighs
against the side of the boat
that still sails on
to island dreams on a winsome song
finally
we moor near the island
open up fine wine
while flipping the hamburgers quick on a dime
the air is sweetly scented
with flowers divine
guaranteed to remind me of this special time.
When hope is lost and love is gone.
There's just no reason to go on.
A poet's lament ain't worth a dime.
Nobody wants to hear that rhyme.
The world is for the lucky ones.
Not for those the shadow shuns.
I pray each night my soul to take.
And hope that I may not awake.
I buy my ticket in hopes I win.
But I'm still paying for my sin.
The end can't come for me too soon.
I'm tired of singing this same ole tune.
I don't want to live no more.
The sanctimony is such a bore.
So I will not apologize.
For there's more to life than being wise.
P.S. The double negative in the last verse kind of wrote itself. HMM.