You Can’t Put Thanks in Your Pocket
Call yourself a friend?
Call yourself a pal?
It’s not what I call you
Ungrateful, selfish
Good adjectives for you
They’re free by the way
We know how much money
Means to you
Can’t put ‘thank you’
In your pocket, that’s
What you live by
Yet, I never got a
Thank you did I?
I was the butt of
The joke, wasn’t I
You assumed I won’t mind
You can roll over me
I tell you now
Earn as much as you can
But you’ll never buy
Dignity or honour
You’ll never have
Enough to give you
That.
You can put honour
And decency in your
Soul, even with empty
Pockets. Think on!
David Cox 27/02/23
Categories:
miserly, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
He was miserly
with his misery
held it tight
wouldn’t set it free
clutched it screaming
in late night dreaming
gussied it up
with AM preening.
Never cheap
with his misery
he defied the rules
being miserly
spread his gloom
with a cobwebbed broom
swept misery’s web
all around the room.
Oh, the misery
of the miserly
why must they share
their gift with me.
©12/30/2018
Edward Ibeh - sponsor
Categories:
miserly, humor,
Form: Free verse
She was often totally furious
With her husband who was penurious
He gave pennies to the poor
After quite a big uproar
His flamboyant stinginess quite curious.
Categories:
miserly, humorous,
Form: Limerick
The Nature is of miserly nature
Keeps stocks of the yellow hue
Selective in its use.
Like a sapient gift-giver presenting
A dulcet beauty of sunset
Yellowish entire sky.
The nature nurtured by the Father Sun
Entreats us to view pale sky
And shivery small sip.
Bathing the flowers in shining color
But days of glory too short
Green pushing out yellow.
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2-4-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Kimo
First Place Win
Contest: Latest Poem by Leonora Ghalinta
Categories:
miserly, nature,
Form: Kimo
How can I repay this debt,
When all I owe is Life's regrets?
Such dividends I'll never spend-
The cost to just forget!
Categories:
miserly, life, money,
Form: Light Verse
Christmas for stolid, hermetic recluse
Recidivistic mind all sentimentality doth refuse
Token, lifeless symbols; pageantry will recuse
Pawned, second-hand trinkets now in disuse
Barnacled to limbs drooping to spindling angles obtuse
Garnishments that jilting time accrues
Hung sloppily, stunted timber's temporal dues
Strings of patchwork lights will fuse
Faded colored-cones baring every bruise
Creased garlands as tawny ropes the girth noose
Strands of tarnished ice sickles futility to infuse
Stale candy canes, last year's refuse
Dangling from needles now frayed, loose
A corrugated tin star the pinnacle to abuse
Under the tree, ribbonless, empty boxes complete the ruse
Categories:
miserly, holiday
Form: Rhyme