"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet
Time is a funny thing since time does not always seem real,
yet I have been here since the beginning of time.
Time cannot be seen or touched,
but I am everywhere.
Many find me to be very rich,
when they call me quality of time.
Could I be used as currency?
Would I need to show myself to you?
I am already currency for many,
putting smiles on faces for volunteering.
My currency as grandparent's time,
having loving grandkids by their side.
Guess who my best friend is?
It is barter.
Barter and I go hand in hand,
making many lives richer.
Time is used daily as a currency,
when you need help the most.
Someone will help you out,
out with their precious time.
Nothing goes for nothing
Something goes for something
For you to receive, you have to give
I hope you all understand this
So you can live at ease
Let go of what's not nourishing
So you don't perish
Make way for what is replenishing
So you can flourish.
Let go of the old
So you can welcome something new
They said the kingdom of God is within
Even worms eat kola from within
Some are friendenemies
You got to change your circle
Or you recycle giving same results
May cause you insults.
You gotta live with discernment
Just to fulfill your assignment
Steadily observing before taking actions
If you don't stand up for something
Then you'll die for nothing
Every man an essence
Either you emerge for a purpose
Or you die for it
Because we all got our reasoning and beliefs.
barter for the bellmaker
fire the forge, fill the flue
cast cast-iron chimes
chime for time's renew
fire the forge, fend the flash
fan the flames, feed the fire
cast cast-iron cauldrons
cast a spell, catch desire
bitter for the bellmaker
fires the forge, fans the same
casts cast-iron tears
cannot catch desire's flame
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all ten
lusty
warm
wrap'd 'round'd
whilst women
watch'd
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she'll do
*“Lusty.” Merriam-Webster.com
:hearty; robust
The long lost trading
Barter trade, just exchange goods
No money needed.
Barter of goods was before gold or paper before electronic
Transfers of the digit inflaters..How are dots and numbers
Balanced and checked? How many hyphens will i need for
A floor? How many dots to create a strong door? or a ship
Or a boat? Could i have one in gold? I've heard there are Some of timber?
Or is that concept too old? If I had ten cows, and some
Goats i could swap.? I would gather some fish, trade some out keep some back, fry some dry some
Trade some others, at the market on a table.' This way of
Enabling life to progress, predates any laws or even Legaleese, that creates quite a mess' the need of commoditys will allways be there.' It won't make any difference if you've blue or blond hair.' You still thrive with
Commerce, all the better if skills, are encouraged within
A community not so focused on ills.' It was there from the
Earliest knowledge of man, in fact they still trade commoditys i beleive, thats how things still stand' its before laws established, and its today, and beyond! drive
Your cattle to the market, trade your goods its still on.!
Whenever strife involves
Quid pro quo, barter...
I just offer what I have,
I only wish what is mine...,
i pay anyway
with self coin...
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The rains have come on another Fall wind.,
nostalgia, once gone, now creeps back in.
My cornucopia overflows with things Man cannot barter or buy.
A hand to her hand, lover's sigh to wooed sigh.
“Good Night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are" -Jimmy Durante
Many of us are confused as to value, the convenience of money
O not long ago, GOLD was the real money, today "feelings" hold sway
No paper is wealth, except if it allows for BARTER (Covid-19 has a say!)
Every freshman ought to know: money are notes (promissory)
Your reputation backs money: see "credit" dry up when U don't pay!
NOTE: If you pay attention, or if U did with the rise of PRC. China, since the 1980s, it was a decision made by the G8 nations, that allowed "communist China" to try selling goods to the world at huge profits. Now that a new Cold War exists between Trump's US & the Comrade Capitalists in China, the so-called wealth of China-PRC, will diminish significantly. Politics makes "money for us."
Everyone’s life is tragic,
but who calls out the score
The Jester or the Hangman,
the Undertaker sure
Everyone’s nights are haunted,
when sleeping with the Muse
Each dream a wanton barter
—your memories to lose
(Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2020)
Do you wish to take a Sabbath
From this world of anguish and lie?
Go visit the cemetery
You will surely find one nearby.
There you can barter your traumas
For compassion and peace instead,
The living have learnt not this craft
It’s fine art harnessed by those dead.
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Come and live in Barter Town...
there's nothing like it I have found.
Trade is how you buy stuff here.
You can even buy yourself a beer.
Suppose you need to fix your car...
you need not travel very far.
Joe the mechanic will help you out...
if you can help on his paper route.
Mary Joe makes tasty honey...
which she will trade for one fat bunny.
Fred the farmer needs help to till his ground...
Bob the baker needs to remove a mound...
of blackberry bushes he just cut down.
All the help is within this town.
Bob the baker will help till Fred's ground...
then Fred will help Bob remove his mound.
Jill makes wonderful homemade bread...
but she would like some fruit instead.
Nelly has a lot of extra fruits...
that she will give Jill for a pair of boots.
So if you like the way we do stuff here...
come join us for an ice cold beer
P.R.Deremer
I wonder if I can barter for smart
I would only need a little to start
I’ll trade my dumb
If you need some
Lord knows I have more than plenty to part!
For Dumb and Dumber contest
I'll barter for smart with some of my dumb (my own quote)
Flora’s Barter
Behold the girl
Reciting in the gardens
Emily Grace
Poetic voice to sharpen
Enhaling scents
From flowers freely lent
Lyrical verses
Flora’s barter well spent
Behold the rose
Growing on the arbor posed
Enriched by the words
Read from books composed
Rising higher still
Glancing over shoulder bold
Pink as sunkissed cheeks
Reading poems spun of gold
Behold the paths
Lined with blooming flowers
Embracing hymns
Of lyrics that impower
Strolling along
Lost in tranquil setting
Garden of verses
Blooms well worth investing
All rights reserved ............... 2/21/13
Poem based on Edmund Blair Leighton's painting, “Sweet Solitude”
Hello, Omnipotent: Lordship, Excellency, Highness a moment please.
Great and mighty Lord of the universe I am just your slave to wish
Education is miles away; give me the power untold to mollycoddle.
O! Gracious lord can I really live with out your agreement support?
Trust me to will; the land air and seas so all kneel before thy might
Just am thy right hand, for mighty devil loves his proximity with you.
Worry not as the living die I claim their soul in bounty to foster love,
She vampires burn their soul’s cold in passion; to others joy in truth.
Jargon lures them; temptation strikes their fangs; into deadly poison
Like the scorpion sting they quiver in anger fume into loosing trust,
Bring armor in fights where lapping venomous tongues fling death.
Shoulders move like lightening in cobra strikes to plunder their life.
Documents signed witnessed by the devil, sealed; I walk away free.
Master of the living world, crawl for now I own your body-mind-soul.
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