Short Cent Poems
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Penny was one of many,
Counted on daily to fall.
Tails up and head down.
Grounded, hardly lost.
Never found.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Form:
Keep it light and stay in plight
Things will work smooth
Clam the fight
No fighter of the real war
Gets mad
Love, Hope Charity
Thinking life
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
In truth contentment’s there
in contentment truth is there
Cent percent rests in cent percent of physical?
If a nickel's worth a quarter and a quarter a fourth of a buck I have a dollar do I have any luck, did I mention man made recession~
10/17/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
To you ugly to me beautiful. For you not worth it to me priceless .To you a waste of time to me worth every minute. To you forgettable to me stuck on my mind. To you she's just another girl to me she's an angel.
Just one per cent’s enough in love,
Came a voice from clouds far above.
What about ninety nine?
Dubious, wait in a line--
Summon courage to make a move!
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Limerick |19.03.2025| love, humour
so much beauty
in this world
that I must blink
with astonishment
to hold back my tears.
If I could not blink
I fear, sixty per cent
of who I am,
would leave me,
in their abject eagerness
to kiss the earth.
A red cent was just a cent,
Good old days,
Now it's bought at 110 dollars,
A scorpion was poisonous,
Good old days,
Now it's sold at 110 dollars in business,
A scorpion no worth a cent,
Good old days,like our now economy!
How many of you remember a ten cent cup of coffee
Well those still able to dress themselves while admiring their body
No matter the age
Self-love's still the rage
No wonder, have you seen me unclothed, NOT TOO SHABBAY
Here's my take on sale prices so stores don't take a loss
They jack up prices 20% and put them on sale for 20% off
We're on to their tricks
Think we're thick as bricks
We're at their mercy so at their 20% sales, I scoff
sorta' like the 20's
this stupid dance I had
married to a foolish, cheating woman
me, the cuckhold, oh so sad
now I dance no more
on the danceroom floor
now I'm up there on the stage,
with my music to engage
your ears, maybe your feet,
moving to the beat
and I am protected well
from another dance in h_ll
Since it only costs a cent to play,
you would think people could play all day.
However, it takes bigger bets to win.
So many players leave with chagrin.
This can be a parsimonious machine.
It has a bunch of buttons and a screen.
The images and the sounds can be alluring.
Long strings of bad luck can be enduring.
Before you know it, all your money is gone.
With no more left to play, it’s time to move on.
VEXED VARIATIONS
threadbare
& simple
ambiguous
austere
cutting-edge
succeeding
in
deepest
intervals
experimntal
immobilities
profundity
in
chance
encounters
condescencion
eccentric
harmonies
resonate
in
exigous
endurance
sans
audible
breaks
cautious
effusive
to
an
expansive
suspension
sheer
duration
in
feelings
of
resistance