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for every girl
mine
dreampt
okay dollar
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retool this
tap tap
tap
machine
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there 'tiz thuh
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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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I'll loan you my own plugged nickel
if you have a red cent I may borrow
but swallow a dollar today
and you'll be passing the buck tomorrow
"Pennies are good luck. Take one with you everywhere you go." By Poet
Once in a tale of old,
a penny was worth one cent not gold.
A nickel was worth five pennies,
they say changes are coming Jenny.
With no more pennies of copper,
this will be a real money stopper.
Guess I need to now unearth,
the real story behind the nickel's worth.
Will the king of coins the nickel require a new birth?
a wry sense of humor
belting laughter erupts my fancy you tickle
ace lampooner
mirth flows free
rare as a buffalo nickel
pure glee
hurray
comic boomer
ha's!
a wry sense of humor
rare as a buffalo nickel
ha's!
There once was a rich man from Des Moines
Whose profile was engraved on a coin
He was so proud
He crowed out loud
It was money that kept him going.
Written July 18, 2021
A nickel and dime
Had lost their shine
When they slipped into the old couch in the parlor
Their paths have been crossed
When they both had got lost
When they were exchanged from change of a dollar
The dime and the nickel
Still both in a pickle
But they know they'll be found in due time
But until they do
They'll stick together like glue
Until they get found and cleaned from their grime
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
3/23/2021
A old homeless man sitting on the corner, holding out a hat
People walking by saying "Gross what is that
He seems to never get up from where he sat
He might not talk, nobody knows, they don't try to chat
He sits through the cold, warmth, and blistering heat
This is not easy, no simple feat
No amount of weather has had this man beat
Layers of socks bundled up on his feet
Jackets ripped in many places, stuffing falling out
He looks to be in pain but doesn't scream or shout
He looks to be a good man, but personality is what its about
I passed him by many times when I walk out the store after I checkout
I may not be a rich man but I have change to spare
So I toss a nickel into the hat still covered with hair
He looks up to me and starts to stare
I wondered why, a nickel sounds fair
But the he says something that makes my heart feel full of lies
He says "Maybe this month I'll get a good meal of a small box of fries".
I knew I must do something before this poor man dies
Since that incident over a year ago
He has learned to adjust, and let his words flow
He had been ready to let it all go
But a nickel can change a mans life you know
I was in grade five when we moved up north to a remote miners' town.
Even my memories are dull. I escaped as soon as I could ~
never looking back
harsh inclement land
nickel left behind
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A nickel in my ear,
A dime on my head.
Two quarters in my nostrils.
The dollars are all dead.
A page in my arm.
The rest of the book never found.
You’ve been busy dear
All I’ve done is fool around.
A token in my pipe.
Empty penny slot next to my head.
Golden goose is laying hard.
The dollars are all dead.
A lady well known to be fickle
Was left all alone with a pickle
To her great delight
She found out that night
How a nickel pickle can tickle!
They paw through the garbage,
Retrieving the cans
And bottles to get the deposit
Which, likely, have come from
Apartments nearby where more wait
In a pantry or closet.
A nickel a can, which
Means nothing to most
Is the source of their urban survival.
The beer and the soda
We drink and we toss, unaware
They await its arrival.
Imagine depending
On other folks’ trash
To furnish the means to keep living.
If only more thought of
The souls such as these,
Perhaps there’d be more to our giving.
All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
Twilights silhouettes upon the ridges walk.
Cool winds upon them as dusk becomes the dark.
The giant nickel shining in moonlight for the shock.
The red horizons glowing in molten rocks of slag.
The metal casted buckets off slightly to their side.
A heated dump of coals made brilliant to their waste.
The show inspired view to watch along the ride.
All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
Ridges to their cliffs black crust.
Chimney sticks and nickels casting silhouettes
and all the sky in burning rust.
The glowing red horizons sliding down in fire
been dumped from casted buckets to their side.
The train cars slowly running with a gentle purr
while showtime sees the hotter coals collide.
The view upon the highway not a common sight.
Red coals to light the city up for miles.
Small children in the backseat yelling ooh and ahh.
With parents watching breathless from their smiles.
All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
Cooler winds upon them scents.
The smell of dying leaves descending on their nose
and all to build the heart's suspense.
A group of girls giggling huddled in the wind.
Their gossip for the boys to hear.
Excitement for the moment that it's gotten cold
and passion they'll be warmer when their near.
All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
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