Long Nickel Poems
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If I could be a kid again
I’d run headlong, unfettered in the wind,
or pretend I was Tom Sawyer
or Huckleberry Finn.
I’d put frogs inside my teachers desk
and tie knots in young girls hair,
if I could be a kid again
I’d shoot arrows up in the air.
Aiming high into the sky
towards an enemy in my head,
perhaps a passing birthday balloon
or a flying elephant instead.
School would be vague memories
of playing hooky left and right,
while fishing in my favorite pond
every morning, noon, and night.
I’d run around my little town
like King Arthur in my world,
eating ice cream and candy bars
while chasing girls and squirrels.
If I could be a kid again
I would count the stars at night,
just like how we used to do
with a full moon burning bright.
When all the world was made for me
And my nickel candy drops,
I always shared with my good friends,
and those I loved a lot.
But if I could be a kid again
and start over back in time,
I’d have to say “No thanks, today,
I’ve enjoyed the hills I’ve climbed.”
I had my run and it was fun
but time keeps ticking by,
if I could be a kid again
I guess I’d like to fly.
When I was in pigtails, years younger than him,
my big brother’s bedroom was filled to the brim
New comic books, from the small corner store
would light up his eyes, from the ceiling to floor
Every nickel or dime, that he earned doing chores
would be spent for the latest. A hundred or more
My brother, the neat freak, a geek,... I would say
would sort them, like treasures, kept neatly in bins
His room was off limits, from small grubby, hands
I was given such warnings, or my life was to end
Of course, in ignoring….the rules I would bend...
I loved, most, the skin-flint (That old duck that quacked!)
I'm not talking Donald, in the blue sailor suit
I'd choose Uncle Scrooge, holding big sacks of loot !
Perhaps because my brother, was a bit like that duck
A skin-flint with comics….he hoarded his stacks!
I never dared touch them, or war would be waged
Dread if I tore one, or bent just a page!
But there came on that day, that I'll never forget
My birthday arrived, almost eight, I would bet
I woke in surprise, for at the foot of my bed
Boxes of comics....a present he said
My “Big Brother, Scrooge”, with his heart so divine
Had given me love, of the comical kind !
$ $ $ $ $ $
True Story!
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For Contest: Comic Book Characters
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Revised 5/29/15
3
Is that two, in sixteen minutes flat
This one must now have short lines
I usually keep form, also word stat
What rhymes with lines, I know vines
This one is sillier than those before
It’s becoming very obvious to the eye
I think I won’t be able to complete 4
Did I use 4 instead of four, oh this guy
This guy a term often used in a jest
Basically means that I am a clown
I think this is not even funny at best
I may end up giving myself a frown
I am now freestyling, oh it’s so fun
Word say that the f word isn’t a word
I will use it anyway so I can be done
Word gets not a falcon, but a dirty bird
Just when I thought I couldn’t do 4
Haha I was able to use it a second time
I think that’s the 4th time for time now
But I wouldn’t even bet ½ of a plug dime
That’s a nickel written in fraction form
Not really that clever for an american guy
That’s three times for guy, not my norm
I now myself am left to even question why
Well I do not plan on arriving late to my spot
That would defeat the purpose of this test
It would also leave my appointment hot
I would be beaten with a stick at very best
No they wouldn’t literally beat me to a pulp
But they wouldn’t approve of my activity
They would say that I am an ignorant dope
That I have a real lack any kind of sensitivity
I must close this one with an extra stanza
What the bloody heck rhymes with that
I could make something up, wow bonanza
No that’s not my word, I’m a copy cat
Last Saturday night I dropped by for a few beers at Kelsey's Bar.
Archie Bunker was there, drinkin' beer and chompin' on a nickel seegar,
Expoundin' on religion and his pinko, atheist son-in-law, Meathead!
If you dared to contradict him, he'd tell you right off to drop dead!
"Edith gits her guidance from The Reverend Fletcher but the Bible is my guide!
Now you take Adam and Eve. She took a bite of apple and to God she lied!
So woman brung about the downfall of man and God got purty sore I hear,
And saith, "Clothe thyselfs in fig leaves and git the 'ell outta here!"
"Meathead said Christ was Jewish - musta been on His mother's side!
But what does that atheist know about such things - God he don't abide!
He don't believe Christ is the Son of God but the Bible says it's so!
To prove that, ever'body gits Christmas off to jubilate as we know!"
"God can do anything, buddy! He can turn your jawbone into an ass!
Don't listen to nothin' Meathead says about religion - he's so full of gas!
I say God created the world in seven days - Edith said it was six days,
'Cause He rested on the seventh - maybe so - He works in mysterious ways!"
"God don't make no mistakes - that's how He got to be ruler of the universe!
So don't go blamin' Him for your troubles - without Him things could be worse!"
My head was spinning when I left Kelsey's Bar and it wasn't because of the beer!
'Twas Archie Bunker's curious doctrinal insights that brought it on, I fear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
An opportune time
to inspire both
performers and audiences. the greed of
or need for great sounds and music
voices that blend to impress, inspire
either in aspiration to impress
or the need to be seen as best.
Ethos Gigue ( persuasion of
both reader and listener.
While in the midst of composing
he was introduced to a Lady
an attractive fun loving woman.
She seemed to like him.
He had written 3/4 of the sound
of the arrangements
and a couple renditions of the lyrics.
She would later claim she was the inspiration
to the lyrics and wanted monetary support for
being such."Gigue boosted divorce(too) fiancé'!"
She remembered him negotiating there pending wedding and
marriage. It was believed that eye drops were the reason for his
near blindness were she lefted him saying she refused to be
a loving wife. She told her friends
she lefted him to once again be his number one fan.
Someone put the words
"Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
on hs music stand and he wrote
the song. It was later
sang by Leonid Cerum
"Rozluchhennya Etosa"
Magnetic Fields
Her like for Nickel and irons
every opportune time
every opportune time.
electrophotomicrographically
"the Quakes of Santorini
shakes the walls
people leave me
it's the shakes of Santorini
the Flute rosen playing it self
we stood by in an astounding amazement.
the science of
ferromagnetic metals
She was 24 when she divvoiced him.
Saying' Le partage d' Ethos!"
By:
Ecrit Par Quelqu'um D' Autre
I look at a dark room
With a single black chair
I wonder to myself
Who had been sitting there.
The walls are grey
There is a small TV
As I look towards it
The glass reflects only me
Where was all the color?
Just shadows on the wall
I soak in the sadness
My soul absorbs it all
Over there on the wall
Is an ancient pay phone
I hope it's still working
I'm feeling so alone
I feed it a nickel
Wait as it starts to ring
Will I find the answer
To make sense of everything
With the sound of her voice
The Whole room comes to life
The darkness that I seen
Was me missing my wife
I was on Yanny's blog and this describes the background picture.
expecta O' Greta great dep·re·depta
snitchie fumes crud
Senate weaselin' words
mosaic-speak fungals thrall-truth up your nostrils
unmasked civil·a·tons
square crotch per smile
poeta decepta leaks India unda bear
panda wear
fund a hole: Pandora Pumps!
child wonda nuf crumbles Vatican busts
spangled in clown clothes
bustled to dust
depravity's cavities coupes enchiladas
inflicting inflections on cartoon erections
so verge on my bliss-vittles "goose tinge" me plights
please translate dos colander's humanoid blights
thy nuclear nickel-sickle pickles delight
or do like Shrub junior said- just
go £ucking shop.
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Notes:
1. Two declarations America might consider.
i. Declare Washington D.C. a separate country and...
ii. Declare war on it.
Do you remember when love was more than a four letter word
And holding hands walking down the street
Doing a matinee on a Saturday
Feeling the rhythm of the music in your feet
Playing baseball on an abandoned lot
And how the girls could turn your head
Sneaking that cigarette behind the house
Getting your first kiss and turning red
A nickel bought a candy bar
A penny bought a picture of a movie star
Go for a Sunday ride in the family car
A baseball glove dangling from your handle bar
Do you remember when Mom read us a nursery rhyme
Hey kids, what time is it? It's Howdy Doody Time
The Falcon and Shadow were fighting crime
You could find anything in the Five and Dime
In the drug store, you could get a cherry coke
The smell of the bus when it left all that smoke
Playing chase tag on the street at night
Running through fields, flying a kite
Picking flowers for Mom on the way home from school
Meeting your classmates at the community pool
School shopping right before Labor Day
Saving your money by putting pennies away
In spite of the hardships and all of the strife
Honesty was a way of life
We grew inside from what we learned
We didn't accept it if it wasn't earned
Pep rallies before the football game
We knew each shop and the owner by name
Do you remember when life was innocent
Do you ever wonder where it went?
Muted spring tunes, in blush
Glides softly on the strings
between the seasons
Nickel-plated steel springs become soft
A lush, colorful atmosphere
whirls around your head
Feminine details are being unpacked
channeling eternal muses
Freshly labels, touring relentlessly
With impressive powers,
snowdrops break through the snow
Spring is obviously ready and ambitious
Musics universe is infinite
the listener is free to interpret
Play orchestra, play
He was a good little child with such a sense of adventure
Sure he could be a bit wild but that's what childhood's for
Yet on every single Sunday come rain, snow or even cold
This little boy went to church to pray in doing as he was told
And each week was the same as his parents said rise and shine
For they instilled this flame knowing by doing so all would be fine
Each week his Father said come hear putting two nickels into his hand
The purpose he would make perfectly clear then saying do you understand
One was to be given to the poor to try to help them in their difficult way
The other being his for the store that nickel being a lot back in the day
And so he flew out the front door and was quickly almost half way there
Had he known what was soon in store of that nickel he'd taken better care
One bouncing down the sewer then no more oh how life can be so unfair
Looking at the other nickel then the store he then looked up into the air
And with such a solemn childish way and in being in this particular pickle
He said, "Lord I would just like to say that I'm very sorry about Your nickel"