Half remembered clichés dance along the pier.
The divide between,
Sweet salty land and unending depths.
My talking dolphins sing a tune,
Unsettling and threatening.
Feed scraps from the dinner table
by my curly haired gambler.
I only see him at that old dollhouse,
Cracked and weathered by the Sea.
It insists on knocking on our red door
and staying for supper.
So it can beat us at throwing pennies in a cup
Had a dream and it made me really happy so I wrote a poem about it. It was a pretty weird dream truth be told.
It's something about the way yellow looks in the rain
The way that color makes me take the long way home
Something else about those days I can't remember -
Did I know I was going to forget them when I walked by?
And there was something too - about that fish I had that lived too long
And how I knew it was gone - where did it go?
There's something there -
I think I heard it in the frog song inside those warm summer nights
From under Orion's belt when I counted myself to you
Where do my somethings go when they are gone?
Are they resting in those smiles I never learned to crawl out of?
It's something about one moment to the next
And how they collect like pennies in a jar
Something about that yellow and the long way home
5 pennies in a nickel…
10 pennies in a dime…
25 pennies in a quarter…
100 pennies in a dollar…
Each penny plays a particular part in
the grand scheme of economic "advancement"
Money is exchanged.
Some people see its worth,
while others don’t.
It makes people happy,
But then again,
It only brings sadness at the same time.
Over the counter, at the minimum wage shopping center,
Minimal glances are changed,
For minimal durations…
Each penny is a part of a whole…
There’s a price to be paid…
It moves into the hands of another.
I like putting puns in my poetry...
He picks up the pennies,
everywhere he goes.
Pieces of bigger things:
the fragments of the whole.
There never was a miracle
too small to behold,
and so he kept every one,
and every one made him bowed.
The others all around him,
seemed happy in their role,
but he knew only backache,
toil, and toll.
He carried his burden,
as vast as he, old.
Too large to conceal,
he never let it go.
He slept on coin pillows
the color of mold
and defended his treasure
with a vigor so bold
that ten men together
should endeavor to hold.
One day while counting,
the man, in his home,
heard a noise from the ceiling
that sounded of groan.
He dashed for his pennies,
as groan grew to moan
and was crushed under rains
of money he owed.
I will forever be stuck with a jar full of couch pennies.
Sitting on a bench, on my own, in my twenties
Begging with a cup for some spare change
Free housing can be arranged
I thank Trump for my life
as I stare sadly at the knife
Thank you Trump for my life
I'll make sure and use this knife
another one (:
***** bitten nails
across the neck of this guitar
resonating noise like a penny
dropped on metal cold and harsh
like those eyes
slits of white in the darkness of your mind
chasing stolen time
on this plane of sorrow
learning how to borrow
happiness from others
to know how to be
who you are in a different state of mind
when all you
i need to stop biting my nails
oh my darling
your love leeches me bone dry don't you know
but why should i care, cos when you touch me
i get the thrill of a lifetime
boy oh boy, you don't have a clue
it's just like they said it'd be
most of the time anyway
they missed the part where
i'd die for you
i can't take my eyes off you and why would i?
those were the days when i'd spend a lifetime on the phone
to hear your voice pour through like the sweetest honey
when i'd doze off on video at 4am baby, don't you remember?
cos the distance was too infinite to cope without sleeping next to your virtual side once more
cos even a little piece of you was a diamond in the rough to me
oh oh oh
guess it was too much huh
but you could've warned me that
the fall from grace
isn't graceful at all
don't you know babe
on rainy days and rainy nights
throwing pennies into the gutter on the whim of a wish that won't come true
all i can think about is your fingers on my throat
and your voice in my ear
promising me the world
jokes on me baby
lies feed this love
When all hope is lost
And your money is dwindling
And your ship is sinking
An angel sent pennies from heaven
It came as a blessing
To end my stressing
To teach me a life lesson, I reckon
Giving me a new direction
To stop the regression and
End my depression
If I were to collect all my thoughts in a jar
of contemplation I would be on street corners
asking kind people for a memory to linger in
as I can only muster pennies.
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