photo by Kathryn
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as i was taken away in cuffs
head pushed into the door while forced into the car
they let her walk away
i couldnt believe my luck
driven to the station
pulled out of the backseat
pushed into a wall
i couldnt believe my luck
sworn at, and spit on
looked down upon
these small town cops are brutal
i couldnt believe my luck
my mother was out of town,
and i only get one call
" hi dad"
i couldnt believe my luck
stuck in a cell for hours
while my father waits outside
and the reverend from the church
i couldnt believe my luck
after a long ride home
my father did all that he could
not to knock me out
i couldnt believe my luck
court soon, better get that collared shirt
public defender
poor town
i couldnt believe my luck
lawyers to the stand
i prayed to god
tears fell from my eyes
there is no such thing as luck
~ Halyzon
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14 comments:
Too bad for Lincoln,
he's on every one ...
his face is all rusty,
his suit is all worn.
He isn't clean shaven,
his hair is a mess,
got his face on a penny
(there's not a coin less).
For a man who's so famous,
for bringing us luck,
we'll trade lucky Lincolns,
for a nice crispy buck.
haha
He stooped down to pick up the lone coin from the concrete sidewalk. Most people were too busy to notice that it had landed on the ground, let alone stop to pick it up.
But, he wasn't so busy. Not anymore. He had the time to take a slower pace now and allow the details of life to infiltrate his being.
He surveyed the coin that rested in his gloved hand, fighting back the wind as he noted the dings, scratches and rubbed surfaces that a hard life can produce. He smiled. Much like him, the coin was well worn.
He moved the coin closer to his face so that he could eye the date imprinted on it.
Ahh, he nodded. 1972. Now that was a good year!
He gingerly placed the coin in his pocket and began to walk again. The same route he took almost every day. As he passed that house, he remembered years ago when he bounded up the steps with a tiny ring in his pocket where the lone coin now lay. That was the day he asked for her hand in marriage. And, she said yes.
Ahh, he nodded. 1972. Now that was a good year!
He didn't linger for long at that house on this trip. He needed to get back home. Back to her. She needed him now more than ever. The doctor said it would only be a few more days.
He hurried now because he couldn't wait to tell her the story. He knew she would marvel at how he found the lost coin and the significance of finding the one imprinted with the year they got married.
He walked in the house, shed his outer garments and made his way to her bedside. As she slept, he laid the coin on her nightstand and whispered, "Pennies aren't just for wishes and 1972 wasn't the only year I loved you. With this penny, I wish you peace, my love. Sleep well and dream of 1972."
I smiled as my eyes found the penny lying on the ground. As I bent down to pick it up, I knew my luck was changing. I could already feel it before I found this lucky penny. I was still smiling as I rose back up with the penny in my palm. It was then I noticed all the sad faces around me.
I quickly mumbled to myself, “I don’t think I need this lucky penny.”
I bent down again replacing the penny to its original spot. That lucky penny was for someone else. I already had my reason to smile.
as i was taken away in cuffs
head pushed into the door while forced into the car
they let her walk away
i couldnt believe my luck
driven to the station
pulled out of the backseat
pushed into a wall
i couldnt believe my luck
sworn at, and spit on
looked down upon
these small town cops are brutal
i couldnt believe my luck
my mother was out of town,
and i only get one call
" hi dad"
i couldnt believe my luck
stuck in a cell for hours
while my father waits outside
and the reverend from the church
i couldnt believe my luck
after a long ride home
my father did all that he could
not to knock me out
i couldnt believe my luck
court soon, better get that collared shirt
public defender
poor town
i couldnt believe my luck
lawyers to the stand
i prayed to god
tears fell from my eyes
there is no such thing as luck
I saw the same bitter homeless guy in the park as I jogged today. It was windy and rainy and he was in an especially sour mood. I smiled and waved as I did every day.
His response was always the same; he’d reach into his old rusty coffee can and pull out something small and dark which he’d throw at me with astonishing accuracy. I didn’t know what he threw but it always came fast and hard. My usual reaction was to duck out of the way but this day I reached up and caught the projectile instead. I glanced down and saw that it was a penny. “How generous of him”, I thought. I gave him the thumbs up before putting it in my pocket.
As I neared the end of my run the wind died down and the sun came out. I ran up the steps to my apartment energized by the pleasant change in weather. I pulled the penny out of my pocket to inspect it. I was in shock! I got my hi-powered magnifying glass and my coin catalogue. My excitement was justified. I held in my hand a 1955 penny with a double-die date. It was in decent condition and worth about $20,000!
I thought about the bitter homeless guy and felt, even though I had just been laid off, that he could use it more than me. Happy with my decision I set off to return it to him and to explain to him what it was worth.
I got to the park and he was no longer there.
P.S. I never ran through that park again.
This one little penny
a traveler to many hands
insisting to be noticed
waits patiently on the land
This one little penny
dated Nineteen Seventy-two
reminds people of history
reminds them of You
This one little penny
takes pride as a coin
with a Masterful Name
inscribed to adjoin
This one little penny
means people no harm
is here to share wealth
made not to alarm
This one little penny
is told to bring luck
desires to leave blessings
to the world run amuck
This one little penny
found without rust
shines boldy with honor
stating "In God We Trust"
I always get excited when trying to write poetry...it's a challenge for me. My first glance of this penny picture reminds me of the year I was born. It reminds me of the one night my parents were brave, wanting to conceive and taking a leap of faith. It reminds me of the next day that brought them a little fear with a possibility and the decision of "not doing that again". It reminds that on March 25, 1972...a daughter was born to a mother and father by God's Hands. It reminds me of my mother who told me that having a little girl, changed her life as a woman and a mother.
This one little penny reminds me of Faith and Love and where it all begins...with trusting God. Amen!!
Whenever I find a coin that looks old, I check the date and try to remember what I was doing that year. In 1972 I lived in a spacious apartment in Claremont.
Five things I have now that I didn't have then: a computer, a house, a cell phone, a digital camera, a piano.
Five things I had then but I don't have now: 20/20 vision, dark brown hair, living parents, a job, a 1964 Mercury Comet.
Five things I had then and still have: a husband, a gold wedding band, a green fondue pot, high school and college yearbooks, a T-shirt from the Festival of San Fermin in Pamplona, Spain.
I don't have a poem or a story, just a personal bit of information:
My mother used to say "see a penny pick it up all the year you'll have good luck but if the penny is tails down best to leave it on the ground".
I still do this.
Something else I do is look at the date. Usually, the date has some significance. If it is the year a relative died, I imagine they put it there.
1972 is the year of the penny in the picture here. No real significance there, but I didn't find it on the ground.
Pennies are easy to find because it seems people discard them. Dollars are much better.
Once, around Christmas time in NYC, I found a 20 dollar bill. I gave it to a homeless guy. I figured, with Karma, that would bring me lots more luck than a heads up penny.
I think it did. That was a pretty good year.
Pennies from Heaven
There it is. On the ground.
What is it doing there?
How many have walked over it and
not
noticed.
I can’t walk by a penny and
leave it
on the ground.
I know. That is silly, you say.
Pennies.Are.Not.Worth.It.
But I read
someplace
that those pennies are
left by angels a.m.o.n.g.u.s.
Pause.
Reflect.
Remember.
Pick it up.
What message is it telling you?
Someone is thinking of you.
Someone is watching over you.
Someone
who made a difference in your life
but who is
gone
now
How can something
so small
give such comfort?
See that copper flash, pause.
Take a moment.
Stoop.
Pick it up.
Hold it in your hand.
Think of that one person you
miss
most.
Thank God for
pushing the pause button on your day.
Tuck it in your pocket.
Touch it and remember.
Lucky
that you have a
copper angel
on your.side.
Showering you with
pennies from heaven.
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'Give me a penny for your thoughts,'
Said the redundant banker
To the tramp,
His head overflowing with discarded
Expectation.
The dirty collared street sleeper
Eyed the fallen philanthropist,
Remembered the small change
He used to throw
Casually to the sidewalk
And offered him this,
'Make good what little you hold today
For tomorrow it may all
Be gone.
Eventually, my friend,
We are all reduced to Zero.’
Hubby and I have a collection of pennies. I went to a craft store and bought a pretty little bottle a couple of years ago that sits on our mantle. Anytime we find a penny (which must be head's up!) we pick it up and at the end of the day it goes in the bottle. Last count over a hundred.
No matter what happens in life in any give busy day when we come home and one of us drops a penny in there we smile and know we are lucky in love. It is the little things that make life and love wonderful.
1972 – an auspicious year in my life. My second daughter was born in 1972. It was a difficult pregnancy, not because of my physical condition, that was fine. But, my daughters’ father and I warred constantly during that pregnancy. I was angry for nine months. Not because of the pregnancy, no, I wanted another child. I was simply angry about most of the circumstances of my life in 1972. When daughter-the-younger was born, she came out fighting. Small wonder! She, too, was angry – an angry little girl who grew into an angry teenager, who, sadly took her anger into her young adult years and relationships. She could not seem to shake off her anger until she found herself loving a young man who loved her back, unconditionally. And, then, when she, too, had two young daughters to care for, learning the tough lessons of motherhood and wifehood made many things of her childhood slide into place, finally. I, too, had to earn the love of a good many who loved me without hesitation or reservation before I could begin to slough off my angry skin and look at the world through kinder, gentler eyes. 1972 – nothing about tossing a penny and finding luck there. We make our own luck!
Hi Laura Jayne!
My daughter and I were inspired by your post about the penny jar and we have started one ourselves. May it come to remind us of all the good blessings in our lives!
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