A Fable
I was spending an afternoon with a billionaire
On our walk through town, we came to an art salon
on its wall, a painting I liked but could not afford
The billionaire offered to buy it for me, but reserved
The right to take the artwork back should I die
because he is an art collector,
The salon refuses to sell to the billionaire, who buys the salon
and everything in it, at a price no one can afford to
refuse; my rich friends hand me the painting
that I no longer want, because I liked the idea that
something costs more than I can afford
The wealthy man shrugs as he has made a good deal
This afternoon, later that day, he paid for a burger
and coke, and I don't mind him paying
Our river runs low, unlike in Barbados, where rain graces the small island, turning it into a tropical paradise. Green pastures thrive,
an a breadfruit can sustain a poor man throughout the year, while others feast lavishly. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in America, and perhaps in other parts of the world too. What are we thankful for this year?
Reflecting on 2024, what stands out as your most memorable moment? What brought tears to your eyes, and how many times did you cry out for help? This year has been tough for me, filled with force and emotional baggage,
accompanied by piles of bills. I held on, knowing that temporary meant limited, not permanent.
It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
Those who are also thankful for the setbacks experience a life of rich fulfillments.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.
Today is Black Friday, and it feels black, an adjective that brings emotional instability. Will I be able to catch a good deal on this day?
Rifts bred of lonely invitations
Tastes of iron and limitations
ringing down the boulevard
Soldiers drop
Fickle relationships feel alive
Turmoil predestined for failure
An injured excitement
Permission for freedom
Like a dog off leash
A finite social comfort
A floral dread trickles down
Hungry separation drives
A division in the night
That could, toss it out
Allow its definition
Whats with inevitability
Its all a lode
Talking to myself again
A sadness unique to who
A deserved solitude
Unequivocal
Shared ringing under lonelinesses umbrella
Rip out my intestines
Dont need them
The worst comes right out of me
Spending life up
But its a good deal with you
Delusion to illumination
Drosophila melanogaster
Trapped in water bottle prepared by cutting off the top ¼
Turn it upside down into the bottom ¾ of bottle
After adding some ripe bananas, add a little water
Sit them around the house in some nice comfort zones
Watch a drosophila melanogaster go in, then be trapped
Can’t figure how to get out, well, there is food and water
Then another drosophila flies downward now two trapped
Companionship!! Yeah!!
Sex happens, food, and water, but still trapped
Eggs laid, soon many maggots crawl
How like human conditions sometimes the situation looks like a good deal
Trapped
Nothing takes the place of freedom
Freedom!! Freedom!!
That trait God placed within all of us
Freedom!! Freedom!!
What do we do with what we are given?
Well, that is entirely up to you
The most welcoming bedroom I ever had was high up in a tree.
My hosts were foxes, I believe there were about twenty-three.
Some hogged the pillow, but most kind of let me be.
They were bragging to everyone about their Air B and B.
We slept well, and it was a good deal, a reasonable fee.
I got poked a few times, one kit laid all night on my knee.
But in the morning, they served me a delicious lemon tee.
And they invited me again to stay with them in that glorious tree.
When you ask
If i’m okay
And I can say with confidence
That I am not having a good time with this
And as a gesture
In return, I ask
If you are indeed alright like you say you are
And you can say with trust
That you are not…
Not okay,
Cuz we’ve both been there,
A good deal
At this point we just laugh
Laugh
At how ridiculous
This is
And we don’t do anything about it
Because nothing
Will make it okay
But at least you’re here for me
And I’m here for you
There’s someone for everyone, but me
Because I, fortunately
Descend from royalty
So I get to have some-three
I don’t think that having some-three
Is excessively greedy
Just look at past monarchy
Where they enjoyed some-thirty
So there’s someone for all but me
That’s a good deal, I agree
It helps fill each country
With plenty of families
However, since I get some-three
Due to my nobility
It’s not what it’s cracked up to be
Coz three wives were the end of me
A
Novem-
ber (brr, brrr!)
"New blankets" drive
is philanthropic! :)
Please, if you get the chance:
warm up one chilly person...
just ten bucks can get a good deal
on a big, new, cozy, warm blanket! :D
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A November Nonet Poetry Contest
Deadline: Tuesday, December 6, 2022
I’m tossing out most of my cookbooks;
Makes sense since I don’t really cook.
The pages are marked
From the times I embarked
On a challenge which I undertook.
Those recipes once brought me pleasure,
But now seem like much more of a pain.
I’ve got quite a good deal
Since my spouse makes each meal
So from kitchen work I can refrain.
Still, from reading the notes I once entered
On those pages all covered with stains,
I can wistfully say
Things are better this way
For at dinner now, no one complains.
I'm right here, lying in the mid-year heat,
In my yard, on that antiquated seat,
To hear Kera's joyful voice singing,
To watch fireflies on pixie wings glinting.
Regardless of the sun setting, it's still very hot,
The dampness previously had drenched the lot,
However, I am right here, drinking my scrumptious tea,
to savor the gifts the season has given me.
A good deal like an old bullfrog emits a gentle sound,
The date is perused on the greenery-covered ground,
Either that or the bats that fly around the watch's lighting,
I'm strolling around setting up a feast for the evening.
You can see the stars in the clear night sky,
The moon is a fragment and the coyotes cry,
You can hear an owl in a distant tree,
Tonight, wild-eyed and thankful, I flee.
There may be a shower tomorrow night,
Regardless, I'll love to involve in that sight,
Drops rising ruckus on earth should be seen,
Without fail, thunder conveys a heavenly scene.
I'm right here, lying in the mid-year heat,
In my yard, on that antiquated seat,
To hear Kera's joyful voice singing,
To watch fireflies on pixie wings moving.
Written: July 16, 2022
...I never did win a trail-run,
but thought I’d do good in the end,
a good deal of respect I’d won,
and in Tak found a lifelong friend…
I guess that makes me a ‘loser,’ then.
...In fact it seems that some intolerance
actually does make a good deal of sense,
it serves to drive evil out of our space,
allows us to live a life somewhat safe.
If we were to tolerate everything
then life would be short, and terrifying,
and though the very thought might leave some cold,
intolerance, sometimes, plays a useful role.
Jan and Nan were not just twins but best friends,
so when Stan got down on one knee, he got
not one, but two, to say “I do.” Some thought
him blessed; some found it strange, but Stan thought he
got a good deal: two for the price of one.
Til the day Ole Stan made one wife cry and
met the wrath of two. Jan and Nan said Stan
ran. But no one could ever be sure. The truth
is, though, that Stan did could not leave town ‘cause
he lies deep in the ground by the old cow
barn where the twins milk the cows each day. They
tell them to be strong and not take any bull,
then they smile and go in and leave the cows
to trod on top of Stan, who got his due.
Ride a bush track
On my motorcycle not looking back
For the freedom feel
Makes for a good deal
You look at the scenery
There’s always something to see
The corrugations bounce me around
Up and down as my back takes a pound
How I long for those youthful days
When having fun you’d say
Was just ride in the sun
Freedom was the word not out done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
School to wealth, then to power, a nice continuous wheel
Understanding nature to always make a good deal
Road map so short to great success without any zeal
Rest, play, sleep, travel and yet blessed with everyday meal
Entrance through the great palace gate for the King to kneel
After her every kiss, hidden wounds abruptly heal
Life can still be a fairy tale, no matter how real
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