One "cent" is one-hundredth of a dollar.
It is often mistaken for its British counterpart, the penny.
They are worth so little these days.
Now, a suggestion has been presented:
The United States Mint should cease their production.
They say it costs two cents to make just one cent.
I also heard the five cent "nickel" is not far behind.
The price of a "nickel" is about fourteen cents.
Abraham Lincoln's profile is on each "cent".
Thomas Jefferson's is found on all "nickels".
We won't see them anymore when minting is stopped.
Besides, when merchandise is priced at ninety-nine cents,
and someone pays with a dollar bill,
how is the store going to give the customer change?
From a news story heard on CBS radio.
Categories:
one hundredth, business, money,
Form: Free verse
The Guildhall clock chimes
Eleven times this special day,
A great silence descends as
The two minutes tick away.
On parade at the Cenotaph,
An old man among old men
(Where did the years go for
In my mind I’m young again):
Not in best battledress
Or even Regimental Blues
But I’m booted and suited
With not quite bulled shoes,
And the old drill moves come back
So i manage to get them right
But age won’t quite let me stand
To attention, back ramrod straight.
Mixed in with the younger ones we old
Men marched with swagger and pride
Through the applause of the crowds,
Who lined the streets on either side.
For each of us in our way
Have walked that special walk
And we all still today
Can talk that special talk.
With pride and emotion we accepted
From those crowds at the parade
On behalf of those long dead
Recognition of sacrifices made.
I shall not march again, this
Time I just needed to appear
To show my respect in this
One Hundredth Anniversary Year
Categories:
one hundredth, anniversary, emotions, patriotic, remembrance
Form: Rhyme
In an isolated island where most people are fishermen, life was so hard. One morning near the shore, a genie from a floating lamp appeared before a hundred fishermen and asked each one of them for a wish. Everyone got his chance and had his wish. Ninety-nine fishermen asked for money, clothes, boats, houses, jewelries and other material things. For the one hundredth and last fisherman, he only asked for a tree -- a coconut tree.
Floating lamp, above the surface waves
Fishermen grump, under the water paves
Impossible dreams, in any way unreachable
Imagination streams, in every way achievable.
(Prosebite)
Categories:
one hundredth, dream, fantasy, health,
Form: Prose
He (she) was a surreal sight rocking in a huge red chair
beside the old house nearby. The bright orange hair,
painted face, polka dot clown suit, and grinning lips
were ludicrous. I was unnerved by this outrageous gag.
Having given out her one hundredth bag,
Mama said, “Hon, go get the other fifty.”
Inside, there it was, leering and humming;
hovering, staring, its bright, evil eyes glaring.
Emitting a low, guttural noise, it floated towards me.
The rest of the night is a blur.
I never shared my story with anyone.
My adult life is firmly fixed in reality--
no more hovering clowns pursuing me!
The stray synthetic orange hairs I sometimes see
mean nothing. They could have come from—anywhere.
October 10, 2020
entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
Categories:
one hundredth, halloween,
Form: Verse
Twice I read a note my wife left for me
"Be home by four-thirty, love you" - she wrote
Twice I read a note my wife left for me
My wife said she loves me, she wrote a note
Yesterday was my one-hundredth birthday
Can I blow out the candles now; I think
There is one slice of cake left on the tray
Why are so many candles in my sink
I think I'll make some eggs sunny-side up
After, I read the left note from my wife
Why is there no coffee-cream in my cup
I will slice the cake with a butter knife
I think my dementia disease doubled
Just like a bridge over waters troubled
A Bridge Over Troubled Waters Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
5-13-2020
Categories:
one hundredth, sick,
Form: Sonnet
The hurricane is coming toward the shore
at a meager seven miles an hour.
I can see it days before it arrives.
It feels like it is inching toward us, taunting us.
When it arrives, everything will probably be lying in devastation.
How can something that is blowing one hundred and forty-miles an hour be approaching in such a sneaky, way?
I stare at the sky, watching and waiting.
Holding my breath, knowing there is nothing I can do about it.
Man versus Nature, nature winning.
I give my house one last sorry look.
Before leaving with my children and about one hundredth
of what I wanted to save.
If I get my family out safely, what else matters, really?
I feel sorry for my house.
It looks so happy and sweet, sitting here, without concern.
Not understanding about hurricanes,
or what is going to happen in a day or two.
Our six-year-old collie is cuddled up in the back of the SUV,
among some of our most treasured things.
She gives me a loving look, making me feel better about my decision to rescue the things that truly matter.
Categories:
one hundredth, natural disasters,
Form: Narrative
Our backsides don’t see the stars
the seeds of our eyes hypnotized
mesmerized suspenser
on the flapping sheet
etchings of a classic
flick moths flutter and cling
seeing shadows drawing ever nearer
on the grassy knoll
sunflower eyes expand
as the sea explodes
and Brody’s one hundredth pronouncement
stunned and slow backwards tow
“We’re gonna need a bigger boat…”
7/8/2019
Categories:
one hundredth, night,
Form: Light Verse
A four year endeavor
A lifetime of pain
The hours put in
Always fighting the strain
One hundredth of a second
Your dream crashes down
The spoils eluded
Someone else with the crown
No pictures or news clips
Today come your way
The prize to another
The trophy at bay
With pity now over
It’s time to dig in
The reward in the training
New endings begin
So head back to the track
Your pool or the court
The bar a bit higher
Your coach to retort…
“It’s all up to you
As you reweigh the cost
Never quitting—the magic
Until then nothing lost”
(Watching The Winter Olympics: February, 2014)
Categories:
one hundredth, courage, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
Joy is found in the name of Joyce, our beloved poetess friend.
Only one who lives life well can happily reach their one-hundredth year.
Young at heart is she! Faithful, generous, and
Charming as can be is our Joyce, dear -
Evermore to be a soul that friends and family revere.
A Quintain for Joyce Johnson, a wonderful woman here who has experienced a very rich and full life. It's so good to know you, Joyce! May you have many other Happy Birthdays to come.
Categories:
one hundredth, friend,
Form: Acrostic
I don't get to church on Easter.
I'm so sorry that it is true.
I make the big Easter dinner
With my guests more than quite a few.
The egg hunt is in the morning
When children's energy is high.
I keep one eye on the egg hunt
And one eye on the baking pie.
When all the eggs are found, it is
Time to cook the twenty-pound ham.
If the children cry they're hungry,
I bring out the bread and grape jam.
Twenty-six guests at my table
This Easter of twenty-eighteen,
This is lots but it's not the most
That my Easter table has seen.
This was my ninety-ninth Easter.
In July, my one-hundredth year.
We are throwing a big party,
I am hoping you'll all appear.
4/16/18
Categories:
one hundredth, birthday, easter,
Form: Rhyme
"Time to go, I'll see you folks"
A wave and he was gone
just like every year before
he never lingered on
Always got right to the point
(no beating around the bush)
Questions answered, terse, direct
but never in a rush
They met him sixteen years ago
While hiking Caldwells Trail
no backpack, tent or dirty boots
And clean down to each nail
You had to like him right away
his warmth would sink right in
He left you feeling good inside
Like knowing you could win
Every June, like clockwork
with jacket in his hand
You'd meet him coming up the trail
He'd wave, or shake your hand
He really "brightened up your day"
As though he brought the sun
Vacations seemed so far apart
He added that much fun
Then one June, he didn't show
The trail seemed almost sad
Vacation over, headed home
Really (kind of glad)
Late-night News in mid July
A "tribute to a man"
One-Hundredth Anniversary
To a Pioneer named "Dan"
Seemed this guy was special
That he'd blazed a mountain trail
Saved lots of folks in winter storms
He also brought the mail
They showed his only photograph
Taken Eighteen-fifty-two
Dan Cauldwells grin, as real as life
Just like it was each June.....
Categories:
one hundredth, adventure, anniversary, mountains, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
A four year medallion
A lifetime of pain
The hours put in
Always fighting the strain
One hundredth of a second
Your dream crashes down
The spoils eluded
Someone else with the crown
No pictures or news clips
Today come your way
The prize to another
The trophy at bay
With pity now over
It’s time to begin
The reward in the training
New words to your hymn
So head back to the track
Or your pool or the court
The bar a bit higher
Your coach to retort:
“It’s all up to you
As you reweigh the cost
Never quitting—the magic
Until then nothing lost”
(Watching The Winter Olympics: February, 2014)
Categories:
one hundredth, sports,
Form: Rhyme
“BAKERSFIELD: 9-17-16”
it’s hot tonight,
the palm trees stand still
and
I’m stacking close to my
one hundredth poem
after my first one hundred
were taken by that
dirty whore.
the color of love dissolves
into another
and
I can’t complain at the
moment.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-17-2016
Categories:
one hundredth, anger, betrayal, city, life,
Form: Free verse
my one hundredth verse
thanks you soupers everywhere
for love and support
Categories:
one hundredth, community, friendship, poetry,
Form: Senryu
Hello Everyone
I can't believe I just won my one hundredth contest.
Its a shock that I have placed in so many the little time I have been here.
I want to thank everyone for being such great friends and always leaving such
nice and sweet comments on my poetry.
Hugs and Love to Y'all.
Robin
Categories:
one hundredth, poetry,
Form: Verse
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