I See a Crooked $ Sign

I see a crooked $ sign in the distance
waiting for my arrival
from working those MARKETING PLANS,
helping others
and wasting the past
weathering the death storms
tired of keeping these eyes open
Hating paranoid Users
– looting the helpful poor.

There it looms, not green, but dusky brown
reddish in parts, like the blood poured over it to keep it safe
a worn sign made of diseased wood
gray actually – pretty faded,
pretty jaded
I seen jade in Lonsdale Quay today
and it was more preciouse
than any dollars I’ve ever seen

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Red

We called it Red
The colour of true love
On scenic faces in the sun
Our hearts would cry and yearn for one
The shades of night came far too soon
The sun and sky to tread

We called it Red
A lollipop
That glowed a crimson glow
Like all those poppies row on row
Foreshadowing the flaming suns
Resounding in my head

We called it red
The blood that flows
On thousand Flanders fields
Who knows what seeded blood will yield
Perhaps for blackened crows

© Rudolf Penner