Nickles Poems - Poems about Nickles

In a far off place in a cold cold land there lived a man called Mr. Mack. The place he lived in was called Kirkland Lake. Kirkland Lake was small as cities go, but it was big in heart. I think living in cold places makes people chip in to help each other. You know,...

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Nickles, dimes Fizzle, falter As if ...

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"i...see..." (said the blind man) "sew" (he took out his thimble...needles and saw) "a coat" (threads of truth...a covering of friends) "rents" (...other washed rags to keep warm by) "wear" (...as shelter...like..this...usual old crap) "to beg" (for change outside the subway where...the shop once was)...

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Thirty-nine and holding Is a phrase we might have said As we approached The Big Four-Oh That age we used to dread Not knowing at the time What golden years still lay ahead Our thinking was that growing old Was worse than growing dead But looking back on birthdays And anxieties they brought us The wisdom of grayheadedness Reflects what time has taught us Our life together...

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I once knew a man named Nickles who road on a bike with a Sickle He did it so nice, that he did it twice. Now, he's in a barrel of pickles. ...

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What happens when law is lawless? When unscrupulous hoodlums demolish your flawless teeth When your home is ransacked of all your worldly possessions And the people you know and love are dead and gone As God's voice mail box fills with unanswered prayers And love is no longer enough While people are to frightened to bring children into the world What can...

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