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Tryst Apr 2015
“Spare a penny, Sir?":

        Frosted winds berate small tins --
        Forsaken headstones.
Philipa James Nov 2018
Would you pay to come inside
Come and see the secrets I hide
Would you want to take a look
Inside this tightly padlocked book
Come and see what you could find
In the depravaties of my mind

Stuff hidden away
Forever ever and a day
Unpleasant sadistic thoughts
That really shouldn't be bought
Come and see what you could find
In the depravaties of my mind

Things stored away for years and years
Things that would bring the sane to tears
See a twisted world of sin
Where there is no choice but to give in
Come and see what you could find
In the depravaties of my mind

Don't stand there at the rim
Delve deep into the grim
Things will never be the same
Once you have witnessed the insane
Come and see what you could find
In the depravaties of my mind
Tommy Randell Oct 2016
Understanding's not a conscious thing
Some people take while others bring
Life is more than bells and rings
It's never perfect and it's never pure

Simplicity is a yellow beach
It's putting darkness out of reach
Life has more than pain to teach
Can be pushed away, can't be ignored

Pick your moment anyway you want
Throw down the dice or play the hunch
Loosing's more that not being in front
When the penny drops you'll know for sure

The Penny drops through perfect curves
It clings to hope like a song to words
It spins with longing, yearns to be heard
But time and tide cannot be stalled

Understanding's not a thing to own
Peace can live where nothing grows
Ice can shine as well as gold
Where things happen for no reason at all

Commitment is to light a fire
Inside your head to burn a while
Knowing you can't run and hide
When the Penny drops, Futures fall.


Tommy Randell 24th October 2016 02:14hrs
CK Baker Jan 2017
Thank you ~
for a life not to trade
blessings, in spades
tight spaces
behind laundry doors
packed closets
and open drawers
gator tails, tarnished brass
cracks in kitchen sliding glass
wet towels, withering plants
foundation filled
with carpenter ants
buckets piled with
shoes and tags
village clothes
and saddlebags
peeling paint
and broken walls
****** seats
in bathroom stalls
clogged pantry
frigid rooms
table scribe
and carbon fumes
comfort capsules
empty tanks
broken limbs
from children’s pranks
**** finger
double tongue
long goodbyes
and sidewalk dung
cluster flies
chavie’ clique
accompanying
the hypocrite
cracked back
and hidden smiles
chalk on board
with mr miles
atomic wedgies
closing doors
wrotten eggs
and open sores
jaw jack
nasty folk
dinner calls
for pig in poke
penny pinchers
double dip
yellow mouth
and silver tip
brown nosers
thick red tape
paper cuts
and pimple nape
gallivants
so out of norm
the joy of life
in basic form
Seema Dec 2018
Pooled in disgust
In the arms of a fool
My skin seems to burst
By his lustrous drool

The evil desires that spill
Gives shivers to my soul
It is of not my will
To be in such a role

Touched to places
Flames rise, high in pole
Strapping the laces
Seeking his ultimate goal

The pain aches pleasure
In his deaf ears
Nibbling bits to bites
My cries he hears

Now, on the natures bed
He pushes me back
Gasping over my head
Clenching his teeth on my neck

As I cried and he hissed
Like that of a snake
Crawling and being kissed
For a 'NO', he could not take

The nightmares spread
With a foul smell
Sheets covering red
From an unknown spell

His breath fading
Laying heavy on my chest
I pulled myself together
To be with the rest

Red zone or prostitution
Is not a self led to many
Neither it's an institution
To earn a penny...



©sim
Spilling thoughts. Not my story.
will19008 May 12
Boredom sits
heavily on our
heads.  I've never
seen so many blank
faces in my life.
He goes on and on
and on and on,
gesticulating,
describing, hopping
from one example
to the next:
"I died in a
complex society!"
Here's a short poem written in the spiral-bound margin of my Anthropology notebook.  It describes my professor, Marshall J. Becker, a self-professed brilliant University of Pennsylvania alumnus, forced for reasons of economics to teach "worms" at a "state college."  At the end of the semester, I carried, pushed, pulled, and heaved-** his gigantic oak desk up a spiral staircase to the peak of the Old Library at then-West Chester State College on a sultry day just before finals, quite alone, by the way.  Becker was off to a sabbatical, and I was off to find some aspirin.  Thusly, this "worm" was awarded an "A" in his class--the only one!
Columbusphere Nov 2018
I like the silent strangers talk
That's tapped out like morse code
Rare like pennies on the road.
It takes me by surprise,
The talking in my head subsides
When a strangers flirt and smile
I lift my head to find.
© 2018 Columbusphere All rights reserved
Poetic T Jan 19
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.
NR-MAN Sep 14
Plenty thoughts cost
A Piece of Mine
loose change  to A lost
peace of mind
King Panda Apr 2016
I was born on this
back porch
I was born
with a lion in my
brain
I was born with
you, dear sister
300 years ago
in a little town
on the Italian
coast
we played
in the arms of
the Mediterranean
reaching to the light
we saw in each other
never clawing
sometimes crying
always found in the eyes
it was called
a miracle
it was called
unusual
it was thrown into
the fountain
like a rusted penny
dormant joy
buried in a wish
to find you again
and now
here we are
the breeze that died
300 years ago
warm
calm
and smelling of lilacs
Cyndi Apr 5
I, a lowly Quarter
Her, a goddess Penny
I, a girl afflicted with spirit-sense
Her, from a world looking down upon mine

We met by chance
A product of excitement and thirst
She brought me an iced tea
And sat across from me

The other seats were full
The cafe was new
The timing was perfect
The iced tea was... interesting

She asked me my name
I replied, "I'm just a Quarter
She didn't care
She said, "Well, I'm just a Penny

Her sweet expression
The sweet iced tea
Melted my bitter coffee heart
Made broken from fear

I had come because ghosts don't like crowds
They don't like people
They don't like me
She didn't know

She didn't need to
I was just alone
And thirsty
And afraid

She asked what I like to do
I said "I like video games
She didn't laugh or leave
She said "I do too!

We talked for what seemed like hours
It was starting to get dark
I told her I needed to go
In the dark, the ghosts get... aggressive

She asked me if I wanted to meet again
Of course I said yes
She seemed... sort of magical
Alchemical

I ran, pulling my backpack straps
The ghosts all stared
But for the first time, I didn't really care
I just smiled

The next day I went back
She was there waiting
I sat down and ordered a coffee
She asked, "How are you feeling?

I wanted to say scared
I wanted to say in love
I wanted to say confused
But I said, "Happy to be here

We talked for hours more
Laughing about funny memes
Discussing foods
Borderline flirting

She asked me, "So why did you leave so suddenly?
I got nervous
Nobody likes spirit-sensors
Nobody

I hesitated
She noticed
I said, "Well, I—
She put her hand on my shoulder

"Don't worry, I know why.
You don't have to be ashamed.
Your fearful manner
Your urgency

"I don't hate you.
She stood up, taking me with her
And hugged me
She... Hugged me

I, a lowly Quarter
Her, a goddess Penny
I, a girl afflicted with spirit-sense
Her, abandoning her world above mine

I couldn't help it
I cried
I
I just cried into her shoulder

She walked me home
It was dark
The ghosts clawed at me
But her presence cleared away the pain

She bandaged my wounds
She told me I should sleep
She walked out the door
Wait, not yet—!

I stopped her
Beneath my tree, the amber leaves twirling around us
The tree I was born under
The tree many were hung in

I asked her to stay

We sat on the grass
I was still crying a little
I asked her why
Why

She told me many things
About her manipulative father
About her mother, who despised those beneath them
But most of all, she said

"I don't care who you are.
I don't care who I am.
I knew you needed someone,
And I needed someone.

"You might be a Quarter
And I might be Penny
But when I saw you
I
saw
you.

I couldn't believe it
Nobody would
It was surreal
Impossible

But not anymore
Now, we don't meet at the cafe
We meet in the living room
With a coffee and an iced tea

She tells her friends, "She's perfect for me
I tell myself, "She's perfect for me
We play video games
We fight ghosts

We watch fireworks
We count the stars
We cuddle at the fireplace
We kissed, for the first time, at the cafe

I, a lowly Quarter
Her, a goddess Penny
Us, together
We, an unthinkable couple

An unstoppable gaming team
A couple of caffeine junkies
A pair of memelords
A dancing duet of fates

A
Quarter and Penny
Leigh Jun 2015
The creature waits clenched.
It waits hunkered and steadfast
For the quintessential moment to
Dangle your pride and cut its
Throat where you can see it.

The creature waits fuming.
It waits - shadowed and drip-fed -
For the penny to drop from its height;
To pierce the soft body of calm
And let loose the mess.

The creature waits grinning.
It waits smug and hysterical
For the time and times before this
Where it beat down a smile by
Forcing the question:

What is wrong with me?
I wonder what you’re thinking
When you look at me
Are you a perfect gentleman
Or are you ******* me
With your eyes
They say a penny for a thought
But are these things that can’t be bought
Am I like the dust you sweep
Under the rug
Expecting company
Keeping me a secret
Or am I not in your thoughts
Do you look right through me
As your eyes burn into me
With someone else in mind
04/25/2017
Sara Kellie Apr 2018
Be good, be bad.
Have things, have none.
Give love, taste love.
Feel power, share the wealth.
Keep every penny all to yourself.
Learn the game, change your name.
Watch the sky and never cry.

But remember this, when you are dead.
All these words, I never said.
You were never here, I was never there.
Ask anyone, see if they care.

. . . and now you're dust and time has past.
Did you come first or were you last?

Poetry by Kaydee.
You arrived with nothing and
you'll go with nothing.
All except those who'll remain with you, enriching your ongoing soul because they are what make you beautiful.
karin naude Mar 2013
"if it pleases my Lord? Yes it pleases thee"
made famous by the English
formal gibberish saying nothing
well phrased for max words zero knowledge
this is ingrained in there offspring
Jackal smile and fancy words
the goose that could lay no egg
alas injustice is a good egg
penny wise pound foolish
the grandest motto ever
how proud can you feel, wallowing in mud and smiling
being led by the noise, following bread crumbs
who is the real servant and who is the master?

i know you have lost control
you serve the master you choose, thought it
would have been an envy apparent
you wee outsmarted, not outgunned

but know this my master owns it all
creator of all
master of all
Lawrence Hall Feb 21
Simple enough, big print but no big words
Simple enough for me, few words in me
I love the silences, they speak to me
In the ridges and fens among my crops

Simple enough, a pipe down at the pub
Simple enough for me - Guinness or Pimms
I love a pint in the evenings with the lads
In the corner, well armed with pints and darts

Simple enough, big print but no big words
For a penny catechism kind of man
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
"One lie weakens a thousand truths."

"Time heals, steals and reveals."

"Karma finishes what revenge neglects."

"The future is uncertain, but we play a part in its design."

"Help when you can, pray when you can't."

"If your life is out of focus, it's time to change the lens."

"Honesty is in the alcohol."

"The only thing better than a second chance is never needing one."

"Sometimes the most valuable company is yourself."

"Instincts over impulse, always."

"The greatest comeback is the one least expected."

"Fear is a light sleeper."

"You can't change the past, but it can change you."

"Some are born with a silver spoon, others with a pitchfork."

"Even the smallest of pebbles has its place in the sand."

"The humble voice resonates the loudest."

"Write your failures in pencil, your triumphs in ink."

"Scars speak every language."

"Two things you should always trust: your gut and your God."

"Every tear leaves something behind."

"Courage brings you to the fight, wisdom wins it."

"Relationships start and end, but the lucky ones get to begin again."

"The devil doubts. The angel accepts."

"Biggie makes you dance. Tupac makes you think."

"Justice is money green."

"The only thing better than good friends are lifelong ones."

"I'm in a fight with life and I'm losing on points."

"We are remembered for three things: the times we did good, the times we did bad and the times we did nothing."

"Every underdog wants to be top cat."

"Love never travels alone."

"Dreams reveal what thoughts conceal."

"The problem with the world is the wolves outnumber the sheep."

"You can't spell tragedy without rage."

"Focus on the valley and the hills will disappear."

"When you ignore pain, it ignores you."

"The past and future are distant cousins."

"Hope is always listening."

"Moonlight is for lovers and devils."

"Nothing will get you in better shape than a breakup."

"Time is a tattletale."

"Sometimes all that's left is a penny and a wish."

"There's a special place in heaven for those who suffer on earth."

"We are connected by smiles and tears."

"The mirror mimics what the mind imagines."

"If infidelity was a crime they would have to build more prisons."

"What the blind man sees, the sighted man seeks."

"The ego is a phony friend."

"Luck will take you as far as fate allows."

"Two things that never forget: elephants and broken hearts."

"My train of thought has no conductor."
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 don’t know who
I’m supposed to be
Who I am
or who they want me to be
The answer’s not
so easy to see
Not well known
There's an uncertainty
Knee-**** answer
is to be
wholly free
I'll explain
in detail
Paint a picture clearly
A tutor's not needed
No need to study
No higher degree
With candor
I’ll speak

Let me tell you about
so-called “un-pleasantries"
The list is quite lengthy
A few;
maybe three
Gonna rattle them off
What's been mentioned to me
Not the worst of mistakes
but a category
May irritate some
To others
‘let be’
Saying that’s who I am
and as such
accept me
A minority group
not the majority
and by far
and by few
They are lost in between

Some say I’m intense
and can be
quite chatty
Loquacious
a talker
‘Verbose’ tendency
Don’t deny what is true
But not always guilty
The day in
and day out
doesn't constantly stream
Not sustained
They can change
Just like who
we will be
Not robots
Not copies
or placed on CD
Live a life
of routine
but not one
on repeat
Even still
I must say
there are worse things to be

Empathetic and kind
I give generously
All I have
My last dime
Will donate
each penny
I'm not searching for credit
Approval don't seek
Like to make others happy
Inside, I’m complete
When I focus on others
No discrepancy
I’m not dwelling
or thinking
of my tendencies
Please don't offer
your pity
or give charity
Try to bend; compromise
don’t perceive me
as weak
I'm the chivalrous type
Will get down
on one knee
Not walled off or closed up
Bare my soul
Give freely
But there's more
locked inside
So when time comes to speak
It’s a flood
a deluge
There's an intensity
Give too much
Give too quick
Try to stop
inside keep
I can bottle
it up
but sometimes
it still peaks
Little may trickle out
Suddenly
it will seep
If an access is given
Explodes
in a heap
When I love
I dive in
You may think I’m a freak
The emotional type
Tug heart strings
and I’ll weep
Not a blubbering fool
my emotions
run deep
A calm hand
I can sooth
Situation-ally
In a crisis
I’m strong
This unfortunately
is something
that I know
But don’t wish on
to speak
Life presents me
two roads
With both closed off
to me
Feel locked up
in a cage
while I look
to be free

A locked door
Here I stand
desperately for the key
Wanting answers
Assistance
A new found decree
Need a mantra
A mission
systemically
affecting systems
The true stem
of what’s me
Fundamental
My core
Sprouting roots from a tree
Happiness from the Sun
or beneath canopy
Not about
getting answers
Away goes the fee
Hamlet asked long ago
If 'to be or not be'
I know that it's different
Just work with me please
My point
is the question
In life, what to seek?
A life
that’s authentic
or society
We conform
and adapt
What they want us to be
If like me
you're unsure
It can drive you crazy
Take a chance?
And be pure
Live a life that's taint free
In return
you'll endure
Side remarks
and critiques
Is the juice worth the squeeze?
Be like them
or unique
Written: September 22, 2108

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