nickel nickel nickel nickel
nickel nickel nickel
taunt of nickel
manhole cover
nickel ticking clock
nickel nickel nickel nickel
rolling down the road
tongue of nickel
hearing aid
nickels on your eyes
nickel nickel nickel nickel
plugged nickel
hugged nickel
bugged nickel
nickel earth nickel sky
nickel kittens nickel why
nickel nickel nickel nickel
nickel nickel nickel
nickel clink
nickel drink
nickels bought for nickels
at the nickel bank in town
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concrete cold detroit manhole steam....
brief warm no homes veterans huddling
visions wars hell traffic taxies blur.....
city brittle in the bitter
well if one won’t stoop to fight the devil ~ he will always condescend
he’s further up the ladder ~ but down a manhole so let’s not pretend
and how do I know such things ~ on any level he’s a charming friend
one who makes empty promises ~ only the mesmerised comprehend
inspired by Lin Lane’s (devilish ways) Monoku
Hms
By
David Kavanagh
If you are in New York City
Where smog makes the air not so pretty
And a manhole cover explodes in the air
Run as fast as you can, get out of there!
These covers weigh three hundred pounds, these bad boys!
You will hear them pop off, for they make an incredible noise.
They can explode up to two stories high in the sky.
If they hit you on the head, you surely will die.
As I gazed up and down my street ,fellow neighbors never stop and speak Three neighbors held their cell phones hiding their facial expressions. Saw and heard me not when i yelled be ware an open manhole is in your direction. So I watched my two neighbors continue on.
I must be a tad, lazy
Come across a bit crazy
I walked to a manhole and I jumped in
And the sewer waters
One raccoon and two possums
I felt like it was an honor
Cause I'm homeless and hungry
All three animals snared their teeth
They too hungry wanting something to eat
Mercy me what a predicament
Git out run, put of the sewer
The rats on the run
Wish I had a gun
All these nasty Critters foaming at the mouth
1/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
He said, "Old folks ain't worth nothing."
He said, "I'm thirty! and if you're over thirty you ain't nothing."
I said, "That's a lie! I'm seventy-one and young at heart."
He hadn't seen me sunning alone around the bend
While by the elevator, he stood waiting with his friends.
And I saw that his Counselor was my age
And I thought of my nine-to-five days
And volunteering in snow, sleet, wind, rain, and brine
And the sidewalk manhole in Brooklyn I climbed
And the emotional horse I fell off
And some folks may have had a good laugh
And the skylight I looked up to
And hands that healed and renewed.
And I say... my age is none of my business
I'm seventy-one, and life and me is not yet done.
*
He said, "Old folks ain't worth a damn. I'm thirty, and if you're
over thirty you ain't nothing."
I said... "That's a lie! I'm seventy-one and young at heart.
He hadn't seen me sunning alone around the bend
by the elevator, he stood waiting with his friends.
And I saw that his Counselor was my age
And I thought of my nine-to-five days
And volunteering in snow, sleet, wind, rain and grime
And the sidewalk manhole in Brooklyn I climbed
And the emotional horse I fell off
And some folks may have had a good laugh
And the skylight I looked up to
And hands that healed and renewed.
And I say, my age is none of my business
I'm seventy-one, and life and me is not yet done.
*
An easy- go-lucky man passed by an open manhole
And thought of putting back the lid after his dance at the hall
He partied all night long 'til hardly drunk before dawn
Passing by the same manhole... swooped deep down.
An ambulance siren was heard before sunrise
Paramedics pulled up his body twice then thrice
His mom came running to hug his injured body
Mom, I didn’t wash dishes then cover a manhole. Sorry.
“Mom, please help me. I’m in great pain,” he added
I think, I’ve broken my arms, leg then cracked my head
“You procrastinate things always my son, Lee Thor.”
Suffer the consequences. Res ipsa loguitur!
Jan. 16,2022 2.21pm
The fastest man made object was launched into space
On August 27 in 1957 from a nuclear explosion without a spacecraft’s grace
When an American Robert Brownlee an astrophysicist left over
A 485 foot hole a half ton metal cover
Earlier on 26 July 1957 they did the same thing
Launching the manhole cover into space with an explosive ring
So they decided to film it this time round
To calculate how fast and how far it flew to find it on the ground
So they exploded the bomb in quite a show
Creating the world’s greatest Roman candle all a glow
So the end of the countdown came
And the bomb exploded with flame
And the camera filmed the launch of the manhole cover
Travelling at 125,000 mph over
Being 4 times the speed needed to leave the earth
So it travelled out into space
Amazing the scientists in that place
So they calculated that it left the solar system in the 1961 year
Provided it passed the planets clear
But I like to think that it’s in an alien museum display
With them pondering Made in the USA.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Karma-Life's Ultimate Avenger
I never get this one.........though it's
results are delightful and uproarious fun!
Mankind with its paltry pretense of perfection, like fools,
step in a manhole,whilst going in the wrong direction!
Egg on their face, is such a great delight to me.
Pride, vanity and ignorance~ Divine, magnificent, buffoonery!
11-20-2020
We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife but onward we travel crawling through the dirt, through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.
As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the towel.
While a breakthrough seems out of sight, thinking, how can I make things right, suddenly it comes piercing through the night, a beacon of light, it continues to get bright
It was a heck of a scare, you got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.
So let's stop poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best when we know, we've been Blessed. Instead of flapping our chops. Give Him, His Props.
Then the next time your life is on cruise control and you fall into a manhole or find yourself up a pole, just slow your roll.
Wether you're on a mountain top or in a sweatshop, before you call the cops or start flapping your chops, remember, He can remove all the stops.
It's Just Proper, To Give Him, His Props.
I Bought an i-Bot
My mechanical mistress came in today
Within a bicornuous box a robotic risqué
She wore a blue dress a delicious display
We danced in the moonlight a starlit sway
She kept me warm through the naked night
After disingenuous dreams, I find her upright
‘Would you like breakfast in bed noble knight?’
Yes, my lubricated lady, I’ll have eggs in white
I brought her downtown to the city’s fun fair
We got double takes as people began to stare
I noticed the wind did not lift her hydraulic hair
Maybe I had made a metal mistake buyer beware
Looking at her eyes I asked her if she had a soul
‘No silly... I’m a Celluloid X-1 Bot in cruise control’
My thoughts soon dropped through the manhole
I then decided to park my Bot at the fair and stroll.
April.13.2018
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You lack
mouth tact
impress
wear dress
friends dress
loud mess
Mouth rude
foot booed
Feet flee
can't see
Manhole
fall, roll
You pout
climb out
Hear steps
regrets
Friend comes
your done
Chit chat
eyes bat
Shrugs, hugs
grin mug
Mouth sock
ziplocked
3-3-18
A bank robber named Billy O'Dell
Ran from the crime scene but he fell
Down a gigantic manhole
Dropped everything he stole
And now sits with a sore head in a cell.
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