Set aside thy lists,
calm busy thoughts
censure the process of unease
Forsake the thousand cares
and working of worries
that kill the heart
In the market of men
choose not a less perfect love
whom grace briefly affects
Let him not marry for an
alliance with authority
the warrant of wealth
or polluted lust
Let her not marry out of
a fear of long bachelorship
wicked spirit or tender virginity
for these are worthless bargains
Marriage cannot bind
the workings of thy thought
or the passion of the nuptial bed
Marry for love, breathe for love
that years of impossibly guiltless
comfort may be thy privilege
.
.
A song for this:
Today i met the boy i'm gonna marry by Darlene Love
What Can We Get You
That Could Be Worth
All Of Your Time...?
Almost Precious;
Propaganda Embraced...
(And Team Jersey Allowed?)
Name Your Number!!!
Name Your Thought!
Name Your Battle!
Or Not, What Will Totally
Total It All Out...?
???????
Bargains Galore...
You Know On Which
FLOOR!
(Lika' Tail!)
-Gray Squirrel
03-23-2026
If love for your spouse you choose to neglect,
Your neighbor may swoop in with fond respect.
If workers you treat with little care,
Your rivals will claim them, sharp and aware.
A job in your field may keep you afloat,
Yet greatness is born where no lessons were wrote.
In medicine's halls, one truth rings tight—
No syringe is touched till the purse feels light.
A man with success sees his wife take the stand,
She guides, supports—a secretary at hand.
But failure flips the tale once more,
The secretary steps in as wife to adore.
For jobs, they demand those well-versed and wise,
Yet fresh faces alone meet their searching eyes.
In marriage, they dream of innocence new,
But find instead experience true.
Mohammed Rakibul Hossain
I bought you a gift, Black Friday cheap
I hoped you would like it and want to keep
My credit card quaked and shook in my hand
I spent much more than I had planned
Black Friday gripped me, bargains galore
I saw the glitter, glistening and spent some more
The gold so yellow, Black Friday blond, amber
Will drape with pride on your delicate camber.
Black Friday arrived, a wooden gift box hidden
Inside the thinnest chain your heart may be broken
The diamonds larger on the screen, but tiny reality
The gold a wafer, the emeralds pale lacking vitality
Black Friday lied and Black Friday cheated
My cards are naked, my accounts are depleted
I dashed in the morning through the showers
And hid Black Friday, with a bunch of flowers.
David Cox 19/02/23
It has been two years
I didn't go shopping
My shopping list left blank
Compare with last time
I went everyday
Though I bought little
But the cheapest bargains
Just wandering about most of the time
Killing time
And adding pleasure
I saved a lot
During MCO
And now I wonder
What should I put on the list
Suddenly I got the answer
I want to buy happiness, health and safety
And just these
No materialistic
But only spiritual
These I never think of befòre
But only after many people
Lost their lives
Happiness and health
During the epidemic of Covid 19
Only then and only then
I wake up
To do good
And to learn to behave always
As I am lucky to have the chance
And so you too
An indoor showroom for
Invaluable art pieces
To attract your attentions
To the beauty of nature
Or your admirations
To the beauty of creations of men
Maybe for the eyes only
But no bargains
`
I was having a yard sale
She said, "how much for that?"
as she pointed at my chest
I said, "what, my heart?"
She said, "yes, how much?"
I said, "It's not for sale."
So she stole it
Best yard sale ever!
Slightly used damaged
Goods for resale jobs for those
Who none but prevail
(one can find bargains @ Goodwill Stores)
10/29/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
A springtime ritual at my house is to rid my closet of old clothes.
Including outdated suits, shirts, pants, shoes, all to dispose.
Goodwill appreciates my donations in their stores to display.
It warms my soul to see folks buying stuff who have little to pay.
A week or so later my wife and I were at a local cafe sipping our tea.
.
Said she, "That guy over there is wearin' a suit that looks familiar to me;
Ain't them the duds you donated to the Goodwill Store last week?"
That piqued my interest and I discreetly turned my head to peek.
"Yep, sure is" I retorted, "Same suit, tie, shoes and fedora lid!"
"I must say! He looks a helluva lot better in that git up than you did!"
(Written 4/24/2016)
Entry for Laura Loo's "Poem Written In April 2016" Contest
Some mysteries come slowly together;
Kept secrets erode a weary soul
as they turn what is beautiful
into that which is cruel and cold.
In a dream-state I recognize myself in you-
And am forced to trace my gaze down.
A hybrid species finds the path
from the damp swamps to our little clearing.
An anomaly in a uniform sea of green.
A serpent in the gently swaying grass.
I won’t dispel your imaginations;
I won’t clear the haze for you.
You cannot corrupt the machinations,
they have a cold mind all of their own.
We calculate the odds,
and whisper a short prayer.
If we happen to get our way,
we forget what it was we claimed we’d do.
The bargain was different every time.
My indifference was seen as an enemy.
Thunder struck from the south,
And my mouth worked inward.
(The target of so many things.)
Everything falls like ice.
Let’s burst and disperse
That’s all we ever wanted, anyway.
Some mysteries come slowly together;
Kept secrets erode a weary soul
as they turn what is beautiful
into that which is cruel and cold.
In a dream-state I recognize myself in you-
And am forced to trace my gaze down.
A hybrid species finds the path
from the damp swamps to our little clearing.
An anomaly in a uniform sea of green.
A serpent in the gently swaying grass.
I won’t dispel your imaginations;
I won’t clear the haze for you.
You cannot corrupt the machinations,
they have a cold mind all of their own.
We calculate the odds,
and whisper a short prayer.
If we happen to get our way,
we forget what it was we claimed we’d do.
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