Lucky penny on the floor
Thinks he’ll never be much more Sound bytes and coffee Tourist Fridays have him conscious So many to shine for Lucky penny on the floor Thinks he’ll never be much more With the face of Abe And the might of bronze Remembering his worth in dollars No other coins deemed lucky Or lived with such a worthy president Still, the past is just a precedent
Floor penny, Starbucks, 48th & 6th ave, 4/18/16 nyc
Jack and Carl
Sat on a Car Went to city Kamptee To meet their Auntie She gave some Honey With a bag of Money They tasted the Honey Wasted All Money And Came back Home Without a Penny
Nursery Rhyme for Tiny Tots
A little copper penny
Lying alone on the sidewalk Rained on, stepped on, walked right by No one cares about a penny What could it possibly buy?
i would like back
every penny that i threw in the well for you i would have twice what i cost you
If we were each a penny,
and were thrown in to a wishing well. We would float, because who wants to be like all the rest.. Its always good to be yourselves, not to drown in a well of others wishes of how we should be.
every day i pass by this penny on the ground. frozen in time, the penny has softened into the broken parking lot. it begs for someone to pick it up, run a thumb over the ***** copper, and heed its message from the heavens.
the penny stares up at me every time i walk over it like a lone giant marching through the foothills to home. every day, it wonders why i always let it capture my eye like rose petals in rain but never bother picking it up. i know it's the angels. but why am i so scared of what they might say? - katrina ******
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If minds were sold,
I’d pay gold, I could have the mind of a genius, The mind of a scientist, The mind of the wisest, And mine wouldn’t be, Worth a penny, But without it, I wouldn’t be me.
A penny on the floor,
costing more than life. For those who pick up luck have run out tonight. A penny on the floor, where others shoes now collect before curious gazes. its cold out tonight. A penny on the floor, the last thing you see, is it heads or tails. The breath of another falling. Curiosity is never a gift when its obvious. For a penny is never fallen in jest. every one cost something. Tonight its your life, Tonight its your life, Tonight its your life.....
Why do we say "Penny for your thoughts"?
If thoughts were so cheap I'd have bought them all by now
Ambrosial stitches weave
on the seams of closeness. Arms encompassing beyond grasps, never loosing the palms of the other. Under burgundy does modesty elude, outlines of what is crafted beneath. Locking intimacy together, virtues never revealing. They are the keepers of each other, richness ever filling within. For if every penny was love, plentiful would there togetherness bring.