Long Nickle Poems
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Creeping in the shadows
Keeping it from bad hoes
Reaping in the benefits
Keeping em in to it
Fall in to the zone alone
All the The road to grown
Call on that phone at home
stall on that stone to loan
Cash only gets em more bread
Fast money money on a dead nickle
Ya they tread sickles
Homie they swing swing hammers
They spree planners
they movers they shakers
Snakes making on a fake cure
waiting for those lastest rate to drop
Haters and Fakes that you know you like
I got the mic your wants to sing through
Big part of my life that I been through
Next part itsl all passion
They call castin for big chunk,
Im mall smashing for fresh kicks
Im fall fasting to last in the mix
If you go to the sea...
please throw in a stone for me...
for then the ripples that follow travel to where the earth bleeds...
They wash over the pain...
travel back around again...
coming back as the tide with lost souls of the slain...
I’ll carry them with me...
until the day that I die...
and that alone old friend explains the look in my eyes...
When you start to cry...
and your tears come like a flood...
let them fall into an ocean that pays for all the blood...
Sea paper scissor stones...
a game we all know...
but they’re playing with a hand that makes us all miss a go...
We are all to blame...
when the wild cannons roar...
if we really wanted peace then we’d open up that door...
We could one day stay in bed...
fill the money men with dread...
for if we weren’t turning the cogs the machine would lay dead...
Oh we won’t hear your lies...
we won’t care what you say...
leave you bloody in your sorrow praying for yesterday...
Now are you done making martyrs...
for a news paper fix...
as you twist the words of one who writhes on your crucifix...
No you couldn’t just hear him...
as one speaking of love...
no you had to write a book that rains down fire from above...
Yes you kill all our prophets..
and corrupt all their seeds...
no not a lot has changed since old Gethsemane...
But I know what you fear...
you can’t keep the soul down...
and one day in our voices your dark souls will drown...
I hope we’ll come to see...
that we we're all born free...
and all you’ve got to do to get it back is throw away your greed...
So when you’re standing on the shore...
watching the sun go down...
sing this song and throw your stone and watch the waves come back around...
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©David Nickle Read 2015
Vicious thirsty hunting winds,
Chasing always down,
Emotion's infinite unchained vortex,
Thought claws raking bloody trails,
The wild silent scream disappears,
Upon leaving your speechless mouth.
Walls of cyclical caged fire,
Slippery mouth of Venus,
Slavering fangs hungry,
Ready to swallow the fly,
All else lost in moment's loss,
Sense confusion,
arrogance of intellect, curiosity;
The silent killers.
Falling deeper,
Hollow chasms of despair,
Black walls,
Ceiling and floor;
All greased with missed perception.
To late within forgotten prisons,
Bitter thought of the key;
You left outside the hole,
By the open doors of sanity,
Teasing jealous memory.
Material brooding led you here,
With grim abstraction of purpose,
To show you opaque headstones;
Of what was once visceral thought,
In the graveyard of your mind.
©David Nickle Read 2014
Bellicose Smile
Ghost wandered living lonely,
on the screaming silence street,
rubbish rattles wind blown west,
where last week walked our feet,
A dog barks in the distant haze,
spring leaps wildly on,
upon our green the grass grows,
mowers for now are gone,
A billion eyes behind their glass,
listening to the birds,
the talk of folk within four walls,
speak no outside words,
Where wild and free we yesterday,
would to our river run,
now we see the light through pane,
unfeeling of our sun,
The Kite sings piercing eerie notes,
oblivious to our plight,
while we wage invisible war,
every breathing soul to fight,
Media madness fueled the fire,
money fanned the flame,
panic pierced our human world,
leaving us all lame,
Supermarket hollow husk,
doctor with no sleep,
those who can ply trades from home,
newspapers raping reap,
Fear their filthy currency,
fickle, fecund, vile,
will when this is over,
see our bellicose smile,
The Duke’s princess mother passed,
a thousand like her since,
when people hear the word news now,
you see them flinching wince,
A byword for belligerence,
a byway for the hack,
who thinks a pen’s primary use,
is stabbing in the back,
Money for your misery,
a penny for your pain,
and they’ll sell it back to you,
read on your Bat Flu plane,
You suckle on world violence,
grow fat on massacre tears,
see our bellicose smile now,
a mirror of your fears,
Make no mistake we see you,
make no mistake we’ll come,
how will you feel in the colosseum,
when those silent voices shout only...scum.
By
David Nickle Read
©D.N.Read 2020
All Rights Reserved By The Author
That man you see,
On the streets he be
Living with nothing to his name
He holds no one to blame.
You call him a bum
Doesn't matter where he has come from
Wasn't his choice to be on the street.
Living without no heat
That man you see
That man is me
Dreams that were mine
My light did shine
Once upon a time
Before life became a crime
I sought to reach so much higher
Then life became so dire
Lost all I had
Made me so sad
Not because I was bad
Just the way it goes
Who knows
One day to the next
Life gets taken out of text
A ...I love you to late
Or to early if on the first date
Great
I sit and make words rhyme
So give me a Nickle give me a dime
Give me a moment of your time
I have nothing yet I have so much
Sometimes hungry for the human touch
I still reach so very high
Failure still.makes me cry
But still I try
I ask still
Can your heart even feel
This is me this is you
So true
We are him
We are them
One moment in time
A misspoken rhyme
A step to late
Changes of fate
Love Lost
Whatever the pain cost
Tears in the wind
Wherever they may send
A kind heart
That fell apart
This is what life has shown
what life has sown
Kindness as you pass by
You may be there next to cry
Warmth comes from more than just heat
When living on that street
Don't bow out in defeat
Teardrops fall
Yet stand tall
Life steadily changes
Words rearranges
Never to late
To make your own fate
My earliest recollection was being placed in a Coca Cola cooler in a Barbershop in Virginiatown Ontario. I heard the sound of the Nickle being placed in the coin slot. Then an eager little boy opened the top and peered in with twinkling blue eyes. I wondered which one of us he would choose? His tiny little hand reached towards me and guided me through a metal maze and yanked me out. He popped my top with the opener on the side of the Red machine. I wonder if that is how I got the name "Soda Pop". He held me close to his chest brought me over to his chair and placed me beside a stack of comics. I watched as he jumped up gleefully onto his chair.
He grabbed me with his two little hands and put me up to his mouth. My orange fizziness passed over his lips, onto his tongue and then down his throat. A big toothy smile and an orange coated tongue. I felt his little tummy bursting until a big burp and a giggle gave him relief. Even after my orange had been consumed he seemed to enjoy the texture of my glass as he rotated me in his hands. I remember him turning me upside down and peering at the room through my base. He liked the way I played with the light. When he was done he placed me in a paper bag with his comics to take me home.
To be continued...
WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....WOMEN! ;) (THIS IS FOR FUN, GIRLS, SO DON'T GO AND GET ALL HUFFY AND PUFFY ON ME!)
Fickle Fickle - For Every Man in a Pickle
Fickle fickle…. Broads are fickle
Get a man into a pickle
Sweet talk sweet talk…. Yes they tickle
Treat us lower than a nickle
Chat up chat up does belie
Gives us bites of ego pie
Flirty flirty… grows the storm
Disappears like the norm
Riding riding is her wave
Naughty naughty to her grave
Touch up touch up where she can
Making sure that he’s a man
Swish and sway, what a sight
Thinking she is dynamite
Tries to see how far he’ll go
Gets to third base, she says no
Fickle fickle, fizzle…. Strop
Mess with me, I’ll make you stop.
In Response to Auntie Eileen Ghali
For her Fickle Fickle poem
Form:
He stared at the pictures,
faces of the love searchers,
twenty first century wanted posters,
scanning their rewards,
nothing pecuniary ,
preliminary,
maybe,
move on.
“Shall I advertise myself,” he thought,
no one appears sold or bought,
given to the mass,
on a screen of glass,
the physical hidden,
abrogate madness in description,
we are all still strangers,
with keyboards,
watching screens.
Laptop lap dance dreaming,
muscles screaming,
from the primal theatre,
soul said rise,
clearing eyes,
bleary plasma vision clearing,
fresh air endearing,
left behind the digital desert,
went out to speak,
parched vocal chords starved,
thirsting for voice.
No dust on the keyboard,
he moved away in dead skin’s storm,
hunched and wild,
hair hung lank and ragged,
bedraggled wardrobe on blood and bone’s frame,
almost lame he walks,
to the shower stalks,
water staving off the slaughter,
the hot water,
a dream of cascading falls,
at his feet the last days drowned,
washed to the sewer,
where screen days live,
blending easily;
with battered shopping trolleys & ****.
He dressed slowly,
went to his front door,
where the mirror smiled,
I remember you,
you once passed by often,
don’t be a stranger,
I’d rather see you leaving,
twisted contradictions of a mirror’s perspective,
not because you’re ugly,
because you’re beautiful,
and you shouldn’t be here with only me,
he laughed and said goodbye,
fresh air and light,
a missing intoxication,
he drank deeply;
walking to bid the strangers hello...
©David Nickle Read2015
All Rights Reserved By The Author
Avant Garde declarations of flawed misunderstanding
Ethereal hand's star cast thought's scattered materialised being
From under stones crept
To kindle fires of imagination's spawning grounds
Turned over in tumultuous caverns of repressed understanding
Unbound suddenly as spring leaves answer a sun's call from a hundred light years distant
Feeling crosses dread chasms with invisible bridges having no descriptive language to flaw their being
Under stars knowing by being under stars
Become my brothers outside of time's fantasy born gasp
My eyes know you over centuries in microseconds
Depth forgotten I reach out to hold you in my palms
And for a fleeting heartbeat's moment I hold a universe in my arms
Nails scratching a ceiling of light
The earth beneath me rises to a firmament's elemental haven
Drawn to sky alive
Laying inside the space between
Brink of countless worlds
Mirrored on grass by ancient paths
By fire cast by fire's hand
Kalimba tones underline music's word of finger etched peace
White flower in fields of midnight silver
Glowing through memory screaming parallel truths
Searching through countless lifetimes for bridges
A path to close the gap
I found it in the mirror's face
Dark lakes of highland dreams touching skin to a traveling gleam
Still pools on ancient roads holding timeless light
Reached out again for star's caress
Soul communication's shout
You are the bridges
Minds of walking life
Our transience quantified
By wandering stars
©David Nickle Read
2014
WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....MEN! ;) (THIS IS FOR FUN, MEN, SO DON'T GO AND GET ALL HUFFY AND PUFFY ON ME!)
Fickle fickle…men are fickle
Get the women in a pickle
Sweet talk sweet talk…how they tickle
Treat a treasure like a nickle
Chat up chat up and then lie
Sugared bites of ego pie
Flirty flirty….brew a storm
Dissipate then like the norm
Riding riding on her wave
Naughty naughty to the grave
Feel up feel up where he can
Make her think that he's a….MAN
Swagger swagger, what a sight!
Thinking he's got dynamite
Tries to see how far he'll get
Up to third base is his bet
Fickle fickle, fizzle….pop
Mess with me, I’ll make you drop!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Never was good at humor! This is as good as it gets with me!