"nickles" poems
I would so give a ****
I'd give you all my time.
I'd give of you my pocket,
quarters, nickles, dimes.
I'd tell you that I care.
Ideas and conversations.
So we can,
but split our hairs.
Ours is but imagine.
But it really doesn't matter
No one really cares.
For you can, but tell a truth.
Or lie with purple die.
A drug that made me
See the truth.
The rot upon the rye.
They can call.
Come now,
Be us,
The rust of sicophants .
With love of self
Such self romance.
For philistines don't cry.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
who you been, if you ain't been high ?
my nickles, your dimes. our dub chunks chucklin' in the standard pharmacy,
your loops, open. my loops-deloop.
are you positive
your Spaniard's larceny
will trickle the odd prime.
your canvas ravenous
in the sublime.
with THC ?
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
.
He suspended her
from the lowest branch
of the tree.
Naked and wet.
plump--
reddened cheeks
from the kiss of the sun.
once bitten--
the whole city
flipped over
-and it snowed...
nickles and dimes!
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 10:56 PM UTC
(For any family gathering during the holiday season)
My father had two brothers and four sisters, which meant there were numerous cousins. At least once a year, sometimes more, we would gather at our grandparents house in Joshua, Texas.
Come Sunday morning, the ritual of preparing the Sunday dinner would begin. Now, back then, in the 40's and 50's, it was "old school." The women went to the kitchen(led by grandmom), and the men would go outside, brace themselves against the fenders and hoods of their vehicles, conveniently parked beneath a large Texas Pecan Tree; lightup their cigars, cigarettes, or pipes, and start telling lies and yarns(much the same thing), each trying to outdo the other. The children running around the open yard, or going a hundred yards to the railroad tracks to place coins, mostly pennies, dimes, nickles(maybe a quarter,if you got an allowance), on the track rails, then wait for the afternoon/evening train. A lot of coins got flattened on those tracks.
And while the men waited.......a manisfestation began to occur........................
Aromas that would make a king cry.....
"Salivating"
Becoming impatient
Fried chicken
Baked chicken
Becoming more impatient
Laughter....
Coming from the kitchen
Roast Beef
Mashed potatoes
Lord, don't let'em forget the gravy!
Lightly braised stringbeans w/buttersauce
Fresh baked Acorn Squash
Okra
All prepared with, the 'secret ingredient'.......
" Love! "
copyright: January 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
I threw my darkness in a well
One wish, I'll never tell
The flick of a thumb
Splash, dream currency
An afterthought,
I walk with no shadow
Ominous spectres melt
Into the ripples of the deep
Quarters, nickles, dimes
Reflect the hopes of fishers
Casting out their demons
Cutting the line, thats a day
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Lets address whats evident
In this room There's an Elephant.
Why do you see us as being irrelevant.
Just because our skin was kissed with melanin
Mixed in with the protien of Keratin
They slapped us with a label of being African American.
Yet we are descendants from one of the 12 tribes of Israel: Juah, Ephraim, Manasseh, Naphtali, Levi, Asher, Issachar, Gad, Zebulun, Reuben, Simeon, and Benjamin
We were taught to be Nurturing and feminine
Because we were raised to be young ladies, due to our body producing high levels of estrogen.
We are sweet like sugar but can be spicy like cinnamon.
We have an Aroma of shea butter, coconut, and honey
We are enlighten with wisdom, so we are far from a dummy.
We cant be bought be bought with your worldly money.
Even on a dark day you would think its sunny
Because our souls are so divine
that it's reflection from the inside will brighten the world like the The moon in the midnight's sky that shines.
We are Unashamed.
We can not be tamed
Inside us lies a firery passionate buring flame.
We have a Hebrew name.
We are not the same,
We are individually different and one of a kind.
We have a beautiful mind.
We are fruitful like ripen Grapes growing ravashingly on the branches from vine.
We age like fine wine.
We are not to be treated as devalued change such as quarters, pennies, nickles and dimes.
Our voices are delightfullly sweet just as the peaceful sound of musical wind chimes.
We tell stories through our dancing, words, paintings, songs, poems, verses, rhythms and rhymes.
We dont need makeup to cover up a blemish
Its just a sign that we have flaws and God's not finished.
The power of Yah flows from us graciously.
For Our beauty comes naturally.
Our souls are birth from the heavenly.
We speak Pleasantly.
Some have a complexion of Maghony.
But My skin tone is Vanilla bean
I get high off life like caffeine
I glisten like afro sheen.
I am a Hebrew Queen.
Thru the untrained eye my future cant be seen
The Most High is listening,
Shaping, and our futures he's creating.
We Seek Yahwehs face for insight
Going through a transformation to get our souls right.
Taking a journey to new heights.
We are stand out like highlights
Shining in the world of darkness like flashlights.
And Yeshua Hamashiach has our copyrights
We say it out Loud
We are Hebrew and We are proud!
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
In the back of the old arcade,
A relic of a bygone decade,
An old and beaten machine stands,
Playing music from foreign lands.
I step in time with the beat,
Laughing as I quickly stomp my feet.
A flash of something catches my eye,
Is that you passing me by?
I pause, look around
But you're not to be found.
A phantom, a whisper, a dream...
Or at least so it may seem.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
They're lighting the
Candles
In front of the
Pulpit
And the edges of the
Music stands are
Wavering as the
Heat begins to rise.
The greenery
Around the
Cold windowsills
Just sits
There's a scar on my right
Thumb from that one
Time during Silent Night
When I got too close to the flame.
And I could reach out
And touch the table
They're sitting on
The purple and
Pink and
Waxen white.
I could come in the
Dead of night and
Light one
Flimsy match and
Watch all five candles
Drip down.
And then I could
Push the table over and
Watch the rug catch
And spread to the
Walls and watch the whole
Building take like a
Gasoline-soaked
House of cards.
But now somebody's
Passing the offering and
I'm scrambling for my wallet
The nickles and dimes add
Up to new windows but my
View never changes.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
The Nickel
There was a small child he found 2 coins while playing outside one day. He excitedly came home to show his mother. He said Mommy! Mommy look I found 2 sliver coins!
The mother replied awesome come here and let me see what you have found! The son placed the nickel and the quarter in his mothers hand!
She said Oh very nice which one do you think is worth more?
The little boy thinks for a second and says the nickel.
The mother says.....aww hunny that is cute but you have to learn about money! It's too small and not worth as much for its only 5 cents and this big one is 25 cents.
She said she was proud of him for asking.... sent him on the way with his finding and told him to place them in his piggy bank.....So he did still the nickel being his favorite!
Several months later..........there was a newscast and a desperate plea from a desperate numismatics (coin collector)
stating he had lost a very rare nickel between and made mention of the woman and sons home address where her little boy had just found the nickel and the quarter.......He left detail and reward of 25000 to where he can be reached
Excitedly the mother ran into the little boys room and asked him if he still had the quarter and nickel she told him to put in his piggy bank...... He told her he had only 1 of the 2 left! He needed a few pieces of candy from the penny candy store so he used one.....Angerly the mother scoffed....Omg i told you to put that nickel in the piggy bank.
Confused the boy looked at his mother walked over to his piggy bank and said yes.....Mommy of course I did here it is........
She was very confused and her frown now in quite joy at her sons young mistake.....
She said thank God my son you know nothing about money.....what made you use the bigger coin when you only bought 5 pieces of candy.....The youngster said well Mommy a couple of reasons the nickel was still my favorite even though it was worth less 2nd I knew if i bought 5 pieces of penny candy with a quarter they would give me back 4 nickles if i asked sooooo... why mommy what's wrong??????
Hey************* guys good morning!!! Its me Michelle if you made it this far into the story thank you .....for reading i wrote this myself.....:)
Many morals can be taken away from this my favorite and of course you can conclude anything in positivity you wish......is this
Sometimes the eyes of the innocent,👑 uneducated reap the greatest of lesson and reward!
Have a Blessed Day
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 6:46 AM UTC
I want to do fun things
like sing, joy bring and blow some smoke rings.
I wanna do so many things I know make no sense,
but somehow the dumbness of the act brings a rush of childhood innocence
so in my own defense
******* Disney told me to not grow up
So I got drunk and acted dumb thinking I'd never be grown up
but man I've drank til I've thrown up
bone dry lips chucking fluids from the stomach corrupted guts
**** outta luck and then you say maybe it is about time to grow up.
But **** that I wanna drive in cars above permissible speeds
and I've had my car taken away for doing the deed
highway tow truck repossession sessions
is bad endings
sorry we'll have to call a cab friends.
But that's not where the night ends.
Lets take these bad feelings and squeeze em into a bottle
examine and give them meaning. Or am I dreaming?
How can I still aspire to admire those who do stupid things like set things on fire?
I am no burning man.
But like I said, fun things is what I wanna do.
Take too many drugs and get in an **** somewhere like Bonnaroo.
Like what would you do? these thoughts never occur to you,
I do dumb things not for wealth
I'm doing them for myself.
I wanna dress up as the grim reaper and photobomb the pictures at every marriage for money,
now THAT'D be funny.
I'd look back and laugh and one day they'd look back and say who's that?
Or maybe they won't.
Or maybe they will when it is over cause let's face it, it's a ******* wedding photo.
What's the point of looking you were there and you lived it.
But please spend copious amounts of money for the memories you might one day lose.
Spend all your money.
Your dimes, nickles, dollars, buy gold and diamond rings,
You do that dumb **** and I'll do fun things.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
What I am is a variable
for this sake lets say W
I am the result of a personal equation
My truth is invariable
At least on this occasion
Multiply my changes(c) by 21
Those are the years I've spent beneath our sun
21c
The purpose of this piece is
to formulate when my living begun
Divided by fear plus attraction
this will not be the only abstraction
As the sum will be added to a negative distraction
This is already becoming a complicated fraction
(21c)/-D+(F+A)
Fear is the number of years Ive spent
subservient
to my mind
Attraction is the number of times
I've forsaken my chains
and made dollars out of nickles and dimes
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC
I chew my way through nickles I earn from angry tourists ambivalently tossing percentages into a jar. I've learned that some of the toughest people come from the proletariat. I fear the people that have worked at McDonalds for 20 years. I kneel before the Knights of Mediocrity.
I check my mail and I come back with a fist full of loonies and quarters. Payday. My great big nose reflects back in the copper before I put the coins into my mouth-recepticle. It is barely bearable. It tastes like blood, but is it from the metal or is it the coin cutting my gums? With the sheer yield of my fields was I able to get it down. I wash it down with some OJ.
Of the queerest men and women I have met, most of them were from the same world as I came from (and to which I will inevitably return). The world of the workforce. I am merely ailed by itchy feet and a severe fear of placidity. I work hard. But only if my work is paid in mileage. If every penny spent is a road to anywhere but here.
A former colleague of mine developed prominent ****** ticks from working as a cashier at a market. The world falls harder on the content, because their yields shield most of the fall. People die both in front of desks and between steel beams.
Two men sit in silence, playing chess. Suddenly, an argument arises and both parties toss theories of chivalry between one another before one of the men yell,
"I don't think it's quite that black and white!"
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
I say she took my heart and never gave it back
Run it back
You used to cut your wrist i got you outta dat
Now you Rollin around wit cat
spending your stacks cause you worked at eat fresh
you used to be upset
Cause you had dreams i couldn't catch
the smell of **** was too fresh
Takin blunts to the head
head high
i held my head high
When i was high
Days go by
before i reply to the hi
You sent at 9
its been months no sun shine
But sometime
You still come across my mind or in a rhyme
And how i spend my time
i just copped a dime
What it wasnt on your dimes or nickles
Your dimples uses to make me tingle
Now im aiming at your dental
With a first full of resentful
but i could never diss you on a instrumental
iv picked the peddles
Thought you felt us on a different level
So l told gipedo
I wont settle
To puppet
for ******* in steledos.
Not even a hello
Can bring back the haylo
that you held low
when yo head hang low
but you said goodbye now your heads gone
Been high my heads gone
so till my heads stone
I live on
Until my last song
Im Jackson
Got packs on person
Im taking charge
Like you purse gone
So drag slow even if yo joint long
This that right wrong
So right on
till cows head home
Im dead on
Jojo been gone
So flows moe head strong
So ill see you in the rest room
got thougts that ill rest on until i get my chest on
Smith and west drawn because you were my best one
Jackson
Aka the worst
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
in the right days
and the right times
with just enough nickles
and just enough dimes
with bread and butter
and a knife to spread
with arms and legs
and alive and not dead
with clothes on your back
and a roof over your head
with soft pillows and sheets
and a nice comfy bed
got some jelly and bread in the morning
and a nice hot cup of tea
got places to go
and some friends and family to go see
always having some type of fun
hangin out, rockin out
usually something dumb
generally interesting to more than some
fighting and arguing
things that are sad and bad
but happily ending
things remembered only as experiences you've had
wills getting stronger
wings growing wider
connections going longer
and friendships going farther
piecing puzzles together
solving questions of life
finding reasons why we even bother
reasons why we even fight
balancing our thoughts
between feelings of hate and love
standing out
like a beautiful white dove
everything is just right
the world is taking flight
with a righteous fist
and a voice of might
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:42 PM UTC
I keep tonguing the stitches in my mouth
Every time I do, it hurts
And every time I do, I think of you
I asked you to write me a letter once
But you never did
You've only ever written three words to me
And no, it wasn't
"Happy Birthday Darling"
You've never gotten me anything for my birthday
I'm not worthy of your pennies
Or your nickles
And especially not your dimes
I'm barely worthy of your "love"
Your love, quite frankly, is a joke
You love your bicycle more than me
And your boots
And your flat screen TV
I'm not much of a material girl
So while I may want to love you
I certainly don't have to like you
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 7:10 AM UTC
she was 10 ,
and love was measured in bruises
in her house ,
and when father got home from
work
she and her brother would race to find
the best hiding place .
her tears picking up pace with each
foot step that she heard .
she wouldn't dare to utter a word as she saw
his shoes , too close to her face .
she hid under the bed ,
hoping that springs and sheets
were enough to keep her safe .
she caught a glimpse of her brothers toes ,
sticking out from the space under the closet door .
father moved toward him ..
she felt herself **** in a breath .
father would skin him
and wear him with pride
and fold him upon a wire hanger with the
rest of the
coats
in that closet .
........
that night , they counted up their cuts and scars and bruises and brokeness ,
and decided that they had collected just enough to move away .
and so ,
they packed blankets
and apples ,
and not oranges because they were both allergic ,
and 5 nickles and 7 pennies she had been saving up for a doll ..
and they snuck out the front door ,
but they both hardly thought of it as sneaking
because father was sleeping with a shine in his skin
and shine in a bottle that was at his fingertips .
they crossed the street
and a light , so bright smacked their vision ,
came at them before they knew it was a light .
but they awoke in clean jeans and white t-shirts
with their backpacks still on their backs -
feeling as light as air , and walking on clouds .
someone had spit-shined the roads --
they seemed to sparkle like gold .
and mother was at the end of the glittering path ,
smiling that angel smile she always had on in the mornings
before the morning when they dressed all in black .
they looked about to see gates made of mother's necklaces ,
and smelled the sea salt
and knew they were
home .
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Explicit when she spit,
Makes the mic melt,
Swear to god she took my heart and made Orion's belt,
Wore it around her waist,
To hold her jeans,
Lady can I tell you what love means,
Love with you is like a butterfly on narcotics,
Jay walking in the streets after dark,
Messing with everybody,
Your a dime,
Not even quarters or Nickles can compare,
You not booshy,
Like singing shabba ranks in bellaire,
Beautiful like the shine on glass,
After being washed,
I made a ballet for you,
I just hope you watch,
Falen.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
A match with the slightest, indeliberate provoktion,
wraths a sudden conflagration.
The depth of words, found in hate and bitterness,
disgustingly project with hope of hurt.
Revenge is worst when once kind gestures turned to grudges
are clinged, to be backfired.
Enough has been enough.
I'm not sorry anymore
For you being insecure
Show boating your nickles and dimes
Pursuiting happiness through lines
Hit your head while upside down
When you come crashing from that cloud
What is it you have left?
Nobody left at your side
Certainly not pride
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
We shall pass away
Die
Before you
Or I
make a dusted nickle
from our sticky prevarications
Our summations
The declarations
Of self we purport
To be of some interest
To others other than us
We shall fade like whispers
In a noisy room
With OUR echoes
Muffled
Tucked away
Until we
Are dirt-bound
Oh, we will be remembered
Recalled
Even misquoted
After
After
And when we are dead
We
Will guide
The stars
In
New Poets' skies
And dust off those nickles
So that they shine
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
If people were all cigarettes- I'd smoke a pack a day
and take long drags of everyone
and then toss the butts away
If people were all change- quarters, pennies, nickles, and dimes
I'd pick each one up from the sidewalk and save
for a bottle of *** and a good time
If people were pills- they'd all be prozacs and zolofts
so we could keep on faking smiles
pretending to get off
And as I'd wash down pills with shots- and feel as each on burned
I'd blow smoke in a young child's face
Reassuring him, next was his turn.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
please tell me i’m beautiful
just once, in any language, and i can carry it with me
i can carry it with me in the lines of my hand
that once pushed paper with a beautiful man
conventionally beautiful. there’s no interpretation.
you’re a mother-in-law’s dream and a teen sensation
—-
please tell me your secrets
just one of them, in any language, and i can carry it with me
i can carry it with me in the back of my mind
remembering dress shirts and forearms and nickles and dimes
i’ll guard the gate as you send me to sleep
with tall tales of the shamans, your spirit i will keep
—-
please pray for me
just a prayer, in any language, and i can carry it with me
i can carry it with me in the valves of my heart
stained with india ink and dynasty art
my christianity is calligraphed in confusion and sin
stand at my threshold. let me color you in.
—-
i want you more than currency can borrow
i want you more than i want tomorrow
but not with the linen on the bed.
only the libretto inside your head
of montana roads, memos hidden on the run,
and doorknobs shining like the sun
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
Herein lies the Crux
my state of constant flux
on the Critical Path
someone is messing with me
they said
soon be wishing
they were dead
fill me?
with fear and dread?
that's a TALL order...
I got an ink filled
voice recorder
I've been at this
intersection before
thought I'd closed the
opened door
once more
I'll find the key
digging, dragging waters
in the sea
who me?
you...
can't hold a good
woman down
refuses to be drown
not in tears
after all of these years
I'll tear out your eyes
then we'll see who cries
....you lie
and you manipulate
spread your seething,
bitter hate
my fate
is indifferent
Herein lies the problem
I will find the fix
somewhere in betwixt
reality and my dreams
I know you know it's wrong
singing the song
I want to hear
to close to my ear
you challenge my sanity
and I your vanity
I see you have sorrow
you can't borrow
stolen nickles &
dimes
crimes you know
you'll sow
what you reep
cost is steep
herein lies the crux
the state of constant flux
consequences come
from our choices
& honest... truthful voices
here me cry
why
....oh Why?
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
You're the foundation of my love
With a hallway to my youth
The ceiling is caving in
You deserve to know the truth
No running water
Taking showers with bottled water
Shovel in my hand
Im digging myself farther
Inhale then exhale
Before the bell rings
I never knew this was the type
of drama commitment brings
A dagger to the heart
Your look of disgust
Like im a first round pick
Turning out to be a bust
Now it's the middle of the summer
And my actions getting dummer
Now im feeling buried alive
Promises i couldnt keep
And the only time i get to see you is when i go to sleep
Woah
The sky never seemed so low
Im looking at her like you never seemed so close
Everything is perfect you know i love you the most
Forever here with open arms you know how i feel
I love when you meet me in my dreams
Everything's so real
Everything's so real
Baby i can hear your heartbeat
Everything's so real
We got babies sitting in the carseats
Everything's so real
Everything's so real
Everything's so real
Leave Me In Reality
Man i wish i could live in our fantasy forever
And **** reality cause then we'll never be together
In reality everyday is another battle
My mind and my hearts in a trance steadily taking collateral
Not searching for sympathy
Not trying to play victim
I keep my feelings locked in a basement
Praying the demons stay with em
In reality im lost, searching without a clue
In reality im lowkey always thinking about you
But in reality i highkey can never let you know
Cause in reality we threw everything out the window
In reality lord ive gone blind
In reality im too comfortable with not trying
In reality ive came a custom to lust another curse of mankind
And in reality two nickles dont add up to a dime
But in reality the perfect girl never gets enough time
Take a shot in the dark
Its tearing us apart
"Smite me with madness, blindness, and astonishment of heart"
Deuteronomy 28:28
Go to sleep
Wake up
Playing a game of give and take
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC