Babble bear looked big and blustery and burly.
His eyes were large, and his hair was straight, not curly.
His fur was thick, and his snot was shiny and large.
He loved daisies, and the florist always said “no charge”
So, he got a bunch of honeycombs and took some in.
He put it on the counter and said, “this is a win.”
You keep giving me daisies and I will bring you honey.
It’s a lot tastier than that green yucky stuff you call money.
Whatever the heart desires it gets by bartering the tranquility of one's soul!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 June 2018
Barter your service
your goods
your skills
You have value
more
than you determine.
Money is not the only mode,
you're smart
combine the 2 and the 2.
See what you can do
to make it through !
Copyright McCuen 2009
Please leave me, breath, if I cannot inhale
the whispers from my lover’s lips once more.
Unless allowed to gaze in azure eyes,
may sight be taken from me, I implore.
Pray limbs, collapse that fail to carry me
back to the only one I wish to hold.
The scent of passion lingering on skin,
is sweeter than the poets ever told.
I’d rather starve, possess a bone-dry cup
than live without a kiss to quench my thirst.
Without this precious love, I won’t survive.
The heart within my chest will simply burst
I offer every sense I might possess
to be allowed just one more sweet caress.