The art was most masterful on the dark canvas
Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep
beneath the Muskan moon the artist quivered not
Etching silver dollar stars the artist took a leap
as he painted up the sky with orbs of sparkling dots
Celestial objects bright as light, a candle spark
moonlight, starlight, airglow, all a work of art
Applying white on black creating a celestial ark
he mastered in the light with darkness off the chart
Tinted colorants of amber midnight grains of gold
every brushstroke took him, to a journey home
Van Gogh signatures and visions stories yet untold
all night long he painted, from a sonic neo zone
Light to dark, with different distinction
he played shadows with God's bric a brac
Twas' a Masterpiece of fact and fiction
Oh ! He really had the knack !
Categories:
silver dollar, appreciation, art,
Form: Rhyme
As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "darling let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023
Categories:
silver dollar, beautiful, fire, heart, love,
Form: Sonnet
Sung to This Old Man
This old frugal
He bought one
Silver dollar
Just for fun
With a thick stacked, natty pack
Filled with silver eagles
He’ll beat inflation
And live regal
This old frugal
He bought two
U.S. Gold Eagles
That won’t devalue
With a thick stacked, natty pack
Filled with silver and gold
He’ll beat inflation
Before he’s too old
This old frugal
Has traded cash
For precious metals
A true value stash
With a thick stacked, natty pack
Filled with eighteen karat
His kids will smile
When they inherit
This old man
Is sad to see
The printing of too
Much paper money
Get a thick stacked, natty pack
To do yourself a favor
And beat inflation
As a metals saver
May 14, 2023
Mother Goose Grows Up Contest
Categories:
silver dollar, money, silver, song,
Form: Rhyme
Standing by the wishing well,
A silver dollar in my hand.
Made my wish and dropped it in,
Out popped a golden wedding band.
I slipped the ring on my finger,
And tossed another dollar in.
No sooner that it hit the water,
There you stood with a shining grin.
Third coin I made my final wish,
Then my heart began to sing.
You wore a silken gown of white,
And on your hand a diamond ring.
Categories:
silver dollar, love, marriage, wife,
Form: Rhyme
Quote by: Mystic Rose
When imagination flies like a wingeth butterfly of joy
towards the ladder of hope, inside a deep blue sky,
I am there, I am there, ... I am everywhere !
Climb me to the stars my friend
so my silver dollar eyes can feast on light
Ascend me to the moon and let me watch assurgent blues
sweet mingle with the puffy whitely clouds;
Like the birds in the sky that soar higher than the peeks
like the eagle that rises unshackled, by earth's re-forge
climb me to the heavens in one single breath ...
like all the beautiful things born of wings
Help me mount God's Kingdom of Love,
and it is there that you will find me,
I will be there, I will be there, I will be everywhere !
August 19 2022/b>
Categories:
silver dollar, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
they fall into my lap, unresistant.
chocolate, the size of a silver dollar.
sensation of mint betwixt my fingers.
I bite into each one, its cool breath
second to none. Godiva
ceased production of these tongue trinkets.
love pales with petals and Russell Stover…
my husband and I hold hands,
press our temples together and sigh
with the sprightly rush of memory.
Mrs. Field’s fresh Cookies a close second
especially tasty at Fisherman’s Wharf.
still I gladly accept tulips in a väse,
its life-giving water, and caramel dreams.
my heartthrob beams awaiting the verdict —
it’s Valentine’s Day. he’s pretty sure I am his.
holding daisy by the stem —
she loves me, she loves me not
just to be sure, he’s counted each petal beforehand.
eleven flowers on the floor — for pity sake.
1/31/2021
Categories:
silver dollar, valentines day,
Form: Free verse
Ripe tomatoes in the supermarket
The red tip of my own nose.
Their lime green imagination
Marauded by Edgar Allen Poe.
Her silver dollar face raises hellfire
Says the stringy girl who believes in ghosts.
Goodnight to the lucky cat
Who kisses my cheek with his prose.
Her calico hat sticks to dewy grass
While the hooves of the lumpy deer carcass doze.
The weight of dreams lifted off my shoulders
By the kiss of conciousness on my nose.
Categories:
silver dollar, autumn, beauty, butterfly, fairy,
Form: Rhyme
oh mighty mother,
protector of calm
reveal your silver dollar face
kiss my brow.
whisper in your misty breath
secrets of the past;
what have you seen
oh ancient one?
_________
silent guardian,
muse of the many
omen of womanhood
bid my pale cheek goodnight.
graze upon my fingertips
hold me gently.
prance on my dewy eyelashes, and
sing me to sleep with your immortal song.
3/9/20
Categories:
silver dollar, fairy, moon,
Form: Free verse
Grandpa and his sister, Aunt Jay,
born on the same day —
not twins, yet
they departed the earth’s way
within days
of each other.
Today is Grandpa’s birthday —
how many years I don’t know.
He left his body in his seventies
and it’s been so and so
many years ago.
Aunt Jay, I remember her farm,
her kids I knew later in their lives —
the stories they would give,
precious about my mom and her twin,
sitting pretty, as a play they would spin.
Mom tells me today, on a call,
“It’s my daddy’s birthday,” and all.
The years melt away trespasses and tears,
kin imperfect, but loved above all.
I remember Aunt Jay, in passing,
but Grandpa is Grandpa — mine.
He loved my daughter when she was nine.
One time she sat upon his lap, his heart
melted, mine too — a sign
also of his love for me.
Grandpa carried tobacco in his cheeks,
helped in chores for the people on his street.
I’d see him once, twice a year —
memories are dear.
He’d be up on a ladder painting his house,
on the porch chatting it up with mama’s spouse
or watching a small t.v. and handing us kids
a silver dollar — no one was watching,
as if he was Santa. Well...he acted the part.
5/8/2020
Categories:
silver dollar, birthday, grandfather, memory, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Who remembers subway token,
Nickel, penny, silver dollar
Man who wrote his inuner story
Was he stranger to the glory?
Moonlight dust and darkness blurry
Lipstick lost its cherry color
Love transformed into tradition
Havoc mirrors intuition.
Acts of God correct translation
Means the end to Man adventure
Covid 19 - earthquake horror
Did we spend the time we borrowed?
Rap - stupidity atonements
Blood in movies, rivers, oceans
Faceless global politicians
Brave new order and ambitions.
Hitler, Lenin, “Che” Guevara
Souls are dead, screams in Nirvana
Lovely breakfast in Savannah
Times are eaten by Giraffe.
Fossils feed the intuition
Vicious lies in schools by teachers
Wearing condom on banana
Mimic intercourse for children.
Activists are all united
Feminists scream in excitement
By the laws they introducing
Common trend of current season.
No one is asking questions
No one is giving answers
No one is charged with treason
No one escapes from prison.
Who requires subway token,
Nickel, penny, silver dollar?
Man forgot his inner story
He prefers the slang of color.
4.2013 - 3.2020
Categories:
silver dollar, anti bullying, destiny, history,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Surging like electricity to the esoteric abyss of my soul,
felt in all body parts, the flinching brought to the shoal.
Even the slightest stub of a toe, a beloved child in distress,
causes bile to roil and roll, the bowels of my heart in duress.
Likewise the agony of a pet - the suffering shrill, painful howl.
As a child I buried a silver dollar, his float to water’s top foul.
The automatic flinch - squeeze of fists, jaw, stomach, lady parts.
My brain disoriented, imaginative, culling others pain is a fine art.
The news of a small child hit by a homerun play, and the grab
Of the disintegrating player, dissolving into tears - a poignant stab.
Why do I linger so long, explaining at length my wearisome woe.
So you’ll grasp my afferent saturation and how my compassion grows.
5/30/2019
What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Categories:
silver dollar, emotions,
Form: Couplet
Written By: D. Collins 1/2/19
A wanna-be Gangsta is the only requirement.
To bring a heavy-hitter out of retirement.
The last person you'd want repelling from trees.
A man on a mission in camouflaged fatigues.
Trained to lie in the cut, and master disguise.
The one who opens up those silver dollar eyes.
Exercising his skill with exact precision.
Never awaken a man on a mission.
Ambush is his most defining trait.
A clinical expert of lying in wait.
Fingerprints and DNA will not be there.
Because, the act is swift, and handled with care.
Vengeance is man's most primal sin.
If it didn't exist, there would never be men.
God said in the scriptures, "Vengeance is Mine".
Being made in His image, its on me, this time.
Categories:
silver dollar, deep, endurance, sin,
Form: Sonnet
attracted to her fingers
and slippery as an eel
its one dead eye stares at her
— the silver dollar
lonely child spoons dirt over
the sandwich bag zippered shut
there’s naught burial at sea
— two sticks form a cross
10/13/2018
Categories:
silver dollar, child, death, fish,
Form: Dodoitsu
Down to his last silver dollar,
Had been for many a year,
Caleb felt rich as long as
He had that last dollar near.
He’d made a million, believe it.
And through his fingers, went it all
He was terrified of being poor,
So he worked or stole for anything at all.
He’d set his value on money,
(God told us not to do that},
He just couldn’t help himself,
Always wore a new felt hat.
Didn’t have a love, no friends,
Couldn’t spend money on those,
Had a little dilapidated book,
The finest condo, rows and rows of clothes.
Alone in his Armani suit,
One night he felt sick and bleak,
A walker found him in the snow.
Frozen tears covered his cheeks.
Still, though, down in his pocket
Forever it would be
That last shiny silver dollar,
A slave, though he thought he was free.
Categories:
silver dollar, irony, money,
Form: Rhyme
a silver dollar
follows my finger -
a child’s reflection
4/17/2018
Categories:
silver dollar, fish,
Form: Haiku
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