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With the minting of the Lincoln Penny coming to its sorrowful end,
It'll now cost you a 'Nickle For Your Thoughts', my miserly friend!
Or consider the phrase 'That's My Two Cents For What It's Worth', old chum;
It'll now cost you two nickles or a dime - that's the new rule of thumb!
Alas, no more penny candy for the little tykes - forget the penny arcade;
These are just a few things that'll vex us since pennies are no longer made!
I reckon they'll have to mint more nickles to accommodate this feckless nation!
Oft', I ponder how Honest Abe would feel about 'his loss of face' and inflation!
Never in my life before
Until this day
Has there been one in which I truly adore
Due to this I don't know what to say
Never again will there be
One I love as much as you
You opened my eyes, so now I can see
That even the stars are lesser than you
Never before have I felt this way
For someone near as bright
You took me in and gave me shelter for my heart was a stray
You taught me how to love you are my guiding light
Nothing, not even time
Can bring us apart
If I'm with you, I need nothing more, not even a dime
You are mine; you filled the hole in my heart
For that what is mine you can call your own
No matter how far I roam
I know I will never be alone
Because you're my guiding light and you always lead me home.
rumors of wars
lives are torn
death of mankind
men and all their atomic toys
political debauchery unholy
dancing and dying
Tension stealing the midnight oils
in the streets middle class children with not enough to eat
black on black crime
used to be I robbed you for dime
Dwell off thinks impoverished by taking care of they're just a treat
my boys run wild down the sewers of my town
Wipe off those tears turn around and frowns
I need a refreshing
I need more than just a blessing
Homicides of murders on the streets
Lord God we need to clean up in aisle 5
8/4/21, 4/3/14©
base off of poem " AISLE 25 "
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2014, 2021©
*Image of New Level of Morality by CharN.
The March of Us
A time that possesses my introspections,
contributes a pastime,
noting parents made donations,
~The March of Dime.
That coinage seemingly flipped from then to now,
new technology prime,
trials social media vow
~The March of Time.
Hollywood legends are noxious, paid, and made
silver screen pantomime,
chaos begets morals decayed,
~The March of Crime.
Protect the innocence from the innocent,
offbeat nursery rhyme,
as to culture spiral descent,
~The March of I'm.
The motivation for our rebelliousness,
increased in our lifetime,
reversal roles to righteousness
~The March We Climb.
2023 January 22
*RZ & HMS; following Constance format
A sweet gesture of love from my gentle-man Star
Along with the groceries,
A big chocolate bar!
We're growing old, yet kindness embraces
After all of these years
Though we've lines on our faces
He makes me forget that I'm not a young girl
When his sweet little gestures of love
Spin my world
I wasn't beside him when he filled that cart
Nor seen the grand total that makes
Accounts smart
Watching each penny, and where each dime went
A few bags of groceries
A lot of cash spent
Yet I crossed his mind...a gift bought
for me
My dear Sweethearts love is
As Sweet as can be!
My gentle-man husband, to me, a rock star
Kind gestures of love
Are the sweetest by far!
Warning, if you are under 60 you may not "get" some of these.
Mohammad Ali
taunting with poetry,
his opponents he'd zing
as he danced 'bout the ring.
Graham Kerr "The Galloping Gourmet"
oft with our minds he would play.
Why else would he pick
the dessert "Spotted Dick"?
Ichabod Crane
rode down rode down the lane.
From the Headless Horseman he'd flee
while on his saddle he peed.
Abbot & Costello,
two funny fellows
were very immersed
into whose on first.
Ed Norton
couldn't laugh without snortin'
which would quickly annoy
old Ralph Boy!
Professor Irwin Corey
told confusing stories,
You'd listen and listen till your eyeballs would glisyen
and not understand what you're missin'
Don Rickles
would offer a nose full of nickels
and got plenty of yuks calling you a schmuck
and dumb as a hockey puck.
Giuseppe "Peppino" Mazzullo,
the voice of Topo Gigio
on Ed's final night
said "Eddie, kessa me goo' night!"
Jack Benny
wouldn't lend you a penny
nor spend a dime -
died when he was 80 at the age of 39.
Oh if I were a true poet
one that could write a good rhyme
I would compose a few ones
and earn myself a dime.
Why, I'd write about man's folly,
as the robin said to the sparrow:
"Why are men so stupid
their minds so clouded and narrow?"
The sparrow cocking his head replied:
"They accumulate facts and lies,
Little caring about their true intent,
Alas, they are not really very wise."
The robin looked at his red breast,
remembering a Man on a cross,
how He bled, and sighed and suffered
all because of man's grace loss.
The sparrow nodded and smiled.
"Wisdom is not acquired by knowledge, my friend.
It comes when in our lives we've failed
and when we truly try to comprehend."
With or without snow...
there will be more Christmases,
more candles that glow,
more carols for me to sing;
going that peace brightens all hearts!
I'll give the beggar, who's shivering,
a warm coat and to the hungry
coffee, bread and presents:
nobody must cold and lonely:
wouldn't Jesus be happy?
There are rich people,
and there are poor people;
they all grieve, they all rejoice!
The mean and the greedy
always close both eyes
refusing to give them a dime...
as if fate won't tilt their cups
and spill all their riches!
What did Jesus say
about these folks?
Be kind, be merciful
and share each Christmas
with anyone in dire need,
then stick to your truest creed!
There will be more Christmases
until the red logs keep crackling
and light up all that's not so cheerful;
why can't Christmas be so magical...
ushering in peace in tearful war times?
Don't be hopeless, calm is coming!
Watch me sigh at the wonderful Heavens above,
bow down in prayer, not looking below anymore!
Have you seen that old wishing well
It’s the place where dead dreams dwell
Where onlookers can tell
That this is where many hopes fell
Please don’t visit that old wishing well
It’s a place where you’ll shed a few tears
And you’ll tremble with fear
And you’ll realize that none of your dreams are near
Are near
A goal for a penny
Some desires for a dime
The unfulfilled are many
They have payed for humanity’s crimes
Lady Luck won’t see wishes through
She’s tired of people, she’ll always refuse
All of your wishes are yours to pursue
Cause if you throw them in that well
Your future is doomed
You have much to lose
Now you look at that old wishing well
And your hold on your money’s not tense
You could face consequence
Of letting your guard down and losing your sense
So intrigued by that old wishing well
In the water the coins lost their shine
And it’s not hard to find
The quivers and shivers that run down your spine
Down your spine
Aspirations for a quarter
Hope for a half of a dollar
Your time is getting shorter
You must decide if you’ll throw a coin in that water
Will you surrender and lose your mind
Paying a price for humanity’s crimes
Then you’d be a member of the lost kind
The people that left all they’ve worked for
Far behind
Leave the wishing well
Save your dearest dreams
Cause having the life you want
Is not that hard to achieve
By throwing a coin inside
You’ll lose all your human pride
You could go on a journey, embrace the ride
And yet you’ve followed the tide
So you’ve chosen that old wishing well
And now you are beyond any help
You’re like everyone else
Watch the new penny reach the ground slow
And it’s clear it’s the time that you know
That you’ve chosen wrong so,
Your shaking hand goes
On a mission to retrieve
Your own penny so you can believe
Turn your back to that old wishing well
It’s a place where dead dreams dwell
Now you can tell
It’s a place where hopes fell
You haven’t fallen to the spell
And no one should ever return
To that old wishing well
But as long as people do wrong
They’ll be those
Who will stay
By that wishing
Well
If I ruled the world, I’d make sure
the best minds were working with me.
Not FOR me but really WITH me.
Minds of souls with love that was pure.
Things like lie detectors I’d use
to be certain for what my peers stood.
They’d stand for that which is good,
and their powers they’d not abuse.
If I ruled the world, peace of mind
first and foremost would be the key.
But benefits all can’t be free.
Jobs for everyone my team would find.
If a healthy adult would not work
after good work had been found for him,
the outlook for him would be grim.
No cell phones or luxuries for such a jerk!
If I ruled the world, education
would be granted to all, and we’d try
to make sure each gal and each guy
was matched with a job -their selection.
The disabled and kids would be fed.
No freebies for cheats any more!
Jobs would be for both rich and the poor.
Rich you’d be if by that way you’re led!
But if I ruled the world, all the rich
would pay taxes so they’d do their part.
If they could not give from their heart,
as their ruler, I would be a witch!
If greed ruled their hearts, not a dime
would they get, but to prison be sent.
The same for all citizens bent
on carrying out major crime.
If I ruled the world, people wise
would be chosen as judges. No one
could pay that elections be won!
No corruption there’d be; no more lies.
I would not expect a church choir,
but a change of our mindsets is due.
Respect for all folks; nature too!
What an overhaul this would require!
If I ruled the world, I suppose
it would be a most difficult task.
Many questions the people would ask
like how to this role I arose!
Since the whole world would have to agree -
do you know where I’m going with this?
It’s my fantasy - this world of bliss!
And just if the world wanted me!
Aug. 18, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "If I Ruled The World" Poetry Contest