Flat Broke – Freedom’s Clash with the Absence of Cash

(Written upon request of Three Word Wednesday’s prompt on “apartment,” “began” and “numb.”)

Flat Broke –
Freedom’s Clash with the Absence of Cash

A young world-beater signed a lease,
Pursuing freedom and release.
He found the perfect three-room flat,
Picked out a roommate, bought a cat.
He held the whole world by the tail,
Until his checkbook chose to fail.

In his apartment, sorting bills,
His hands grew numb; he suffered chills.
The landlord’s statement stopped his breath,
And he began to wish for death.
The rent had climbed above his means,
And he’d run out of magic beans.

He sat and sulked, without a clue,
And then he figured what to do.
He’d see the super, face to face
And plea for an extension, grace.
He went downstairs, this cashless lad,
And begged, “Hey, won’t you help me, Dad?”

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Cream of the Crop - A Poetic Intercession for the Best in His Profession

What do Eric Clapton and coffee have in common?
Neither are any good without Cream!
- M. S.

Cream of the Crop

My dear friend, I must disagree.
The best Slowhand is Mr. C!
My heart, just like a hammer, pounds
To hear this brave Ulysses' sounds.

A distant kin, this bluesman dear
Can run a riff to please the ear.
For decades, dancing on the edge,
A strange brew was his daily pledge.

And yet, his soul has searched for more,
As he has knocked on Heaven's door.
In tears eternal, seeking hope,
This long-lost pilgrim dropped his dope.

The Father's eyes have never left,
Although his soul has been bereft.
Like Mr. Key, the faithful pray
Forever man will find his way.

King Domino, look to the light.

Just don’t think twice; you’ll be alright.

For mercies, they may fall like rain,

To soothe your soul and ease your pain.

The Lord gives eyesight to the blind,

And in His light, the drifters find

That at the crossroads, life can bloom

As sadness fades in His white room.

Your music great can change the world;

Behind the mask, a gift unfurled.

Once finding freedom, throw it down,

To reach out for a higher crown.

Yes, Heaven is one step away.

And you can join Him there one day

To pluck and strum and rock and sing,

For you’ll be riding with the King.

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 




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