Best Barter Poems
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)
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
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."
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”
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
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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THIS IS A TYPE OF POETRY I CAME UP WITH
AND METHINKS IT’S A VIABLE FORM
THIS IS “PHREE’S HYBRID POETRY”
(I sincerely hope you see why)
IT COULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER
The barter system is a fallacy entangled in a lie
And I’ll tell you all exactly why
There ain’t no way to live in this world and not spend a penny
At least I don’t know of any
Hey Mister, listen, I’ll clean the windows in your store
And you give me some food and drink in return
So the dude looks as if I’ve gone completely crazy
He implies that it takes green but I infer he could give it to me for free
If only he’d listen to the likes of me
Hey lady, listen, you look all hot and sweaty anyone can see
So let me mow your grass instead of you
And then you let me sleep in a spare bedroom tonight
First of all she’s too leery
and secondly she doesn’t want me anywhere near her house
Hey old man, you look laden and ready to pass out
So why don’t I carry those groceries for you
And you can give me a bottle of rum or two
You don’t think the old bastard drinks liquor, do you?
And even if he had there ain’t no way he was letting me cross his threshold
Hey Mr. Butcher, you look like you’ve had a hard day so why don’t I sweep up for you
I’ll sweep, I’ll dust, I’ll spit shine the floor if I must
And you can feed me anything I need not cook
For I own no bedroom, no roof, and certainly not a stove
All he fed me was some bologna about having no bologna
And that’s the only meat, if he had any, the butcher would spare
Because like everyone I’ve mentioned, he simply doesn’t care
You can call me crazy, insane and a jerk
But I know the barter system could never work
So if you think by bartering our troubles will ever be solved
Ain’t nobody doing nothing for nobody unless there’s currency involved
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
~ (~) About a teaspoon it takes me in the morning-coffee-that-is. (~) ~
~ (~) Cream more, sugar, a little-less, though truly I still do prefer my cup fresh brewed... its
superb when piping hot you know it sure is tasty. (~) ~
~ (~) Searching through those IM's e-mails trickle-trickle-hiss-bubble-pop-pop love-is-groovy
you bet man red lights hot lights an honor yes-I feel they're all an-honest testament that
hollowed ground is sacred... . Illuminating one and another their shadows dandling-along-a-
part-of-the-simple-collection-of-rain-puddles offering-their-jest, and from the beginning you-
know-I-believe they all exist as one light dancing together-until the very end. Because as
they vary; pale shades of poetic Grey, they carry for me of feeling but one of two tones
jocularity;
bitterness... . (~) ~
~ (~) Intoxicating really the harshness of Winter-fervency-of-Summer sweet rejoinder
cultivation of all our prayers... Spring... ! (~) ~
~ (~) Took a stroll amid the saffron all grown up in the Autumn laying down beside the day
lilies wisteria grace gently caressing them enchanting... . (~) ~
~ (~) Vibrant I find it all to be so very encouraging. (~) ~
~ (~) Looking now the frost once thick-crisp driveling down beading up upon the many grassy
shoots tulips lavender flower the mighty pines-now-reflecting-a-dewy-vapor, refreshing to the
touch, taste; hues of virtue mirroring this, glistening-upholding-all-things, in-their-
timelessness. (~) ~
~ (~) Life evolving hope offers this proposal questions often posed answers granted remain
open... because I believe peace and freedom this way friend are forever evolving,
while love all year 'round, it waits... pondering-this; as it deliberates... . (~) ~
~ (~) Like glistening crystal pools of alabaster sands scented-up diaper dusty-talcum baby
baby powder, funny contentment privy-so-privy I love the way newborns their eyes tend to
wander as they coo, all jovial, and-warm... surrounding all they know of God themselves in
the wake of the room... . (~) ~
~ (~) The birth of enlightenment a burst of individuality in every glance; I can't today but
maybe you, tell me now God is a farce, remaining kindle to the kind-less...
still the kinder... . (~) ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcGJb-mPMmg
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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
"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.
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...
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.
The long lost trading
Barter trade, just exchange goods
No money needed.
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)
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*“Lusty.” Merriam-Webster.com
:hearty; robust