Penny wise and pound foolish
Pinching out the cents
While coins clatter down behind in
Spiraling descents
From holes in your own pockets
Couldn’t bear the weight
They roll and spin in figure eights
Now that’s a pricey cheapskate
Category: Tales
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Acoustic Guitar
A tapestry of silky strands
Pulled from brass strings in my hands
Chords fanned out in harmony
Woven around the melody
In rippling vibrant satin bands
The melody thread weaves and winds
Riding on the changing lines
Through peaks and valleys strong it floats
Bridging chords of tingling notes
The filaments of tune it finds
The rhythm marches sure and strong
The background warp that holds the song
As the lyrics weave and bend
In and out until the end
It rolls the tapestry along
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Twisted Whiskers
Unique New York, new squeak to torque
He knew she threw three free throws
We shall surely see the sun shine soon
For wetter weather gets harder as it goes
Rugged rubber baby buggy bumpers
Full of yellow leather feather flight
By the worsted switch of an Irish wristwatch
We light a nightlight for a night like tonight
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Marblehead Light
I stand in utter darkness, thick and deep
Below, the rough waves crash on endlessly
Around me, stinging wind and cold rain weep
And yet I set my eyes in faith before me
For the one hope in this uncertainty
And there it comes, a beam of clear green light
In steadfast rhythm shines on fearlessly
A compass beacon sent to land and sea
The faithful lighthouse guides worn travelers through the night
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May Morning
The heavy brush of morning mist
Rolls across my skin
As pink and orange clouds’ fingertips
Stretch to the day begin
The birds shout out their joyful cheer
The morning now to greet
And sun-touched roses open wide
Their fragrance warm and sweet
Oh to catch the mist that holds
The scents, the hues, the song
And keep it in a bottle
To sip the winter long
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Pennies
In for a penny, in for a pound
Never give up until you have found
Not just the pieces but the answer in full
Or you’ll never know how close was the goal
In for a penny, in for a pound
Hard work is scarce while opinions abound
Too often the answer is known by none
Until you’ve slogged through the race to be run
