Best Collectibles Poems
Silver candlesticks and other thingamabobs
Of questionable use in these modern times,
And riffraff scattered throughout in gobs
Most are reminiscent of long-ago pastimes
Of younger years spent happily gallivanting
Around the globe in search of new ventures
Now I spend entirely too much time, daunting,
Searching for my eyeglasses or my dentures
And trying to figure out how to dispose of
The knickknacks and what-nots I’ve collected
Not enough drawers I can into them shove,
On shelves they are dusty and much neglected.
I’m thinking that’s what my executors are for
So, I’ve designated a few people who will care
Who will make an inventory and open the door
For an estate sale, when I have gone over there
Time comes when my collections are scattered
To the four winds and have lost their meaning
Folks enjoyed them in my home, I was flattered,
But, now I am doing some necessary cleaning.
Written July 23, 2022
Some people of this world live for collectibles.
They go to yard sales, swap meets for treasure and memorables.
Some go just for the search the thrill of finding their prize.
Obtaining is the glory their dreams realized.
Oh What ecstasy' A inner victory they find themselves proud.
Friends colleagues families shout praises good and loud.
A triumph a testimony that the finding of things and what man can do.
All truly want to be nice at the beginning you knew.
Since early childhood children want to be accepted and loved.
So they admire parents, morals taught a gift from above.
In life we collect a lot for personnal reasons.
Some collect easter things holloween things and of course ornaments for X-mas seasons.
Anyway went to a swap meet a Holy one.
In a dream, carnaly alone, I searched for the spiritual kingdom.
I was surounded by counsels. Spiritual Angelic counsels.
Afraid? Oh yes I said,"Oh God what are the meaning of this vision?"
The thundering kind "Word" said, It's for your mision.
Your to trade give carnal man his due focus on the hungry children.
Bring your mision to the children, there is a true need.
Trust in your Lord Jesus you will surely suceed.
So I will swap the earthly collectables things.
Give them up trust the Holy Spirit and see the magnificent things God wil bring.
A mesage to harvest children for God, Collect the few to be saved.
As God's harvest His colectables we will succed in that His loving Kingdom all the children wil behave.
My son collected baseball cards;
My brothers did, as well.
My Beatles card collection
Was the female parallel.
But there’s an opportunity
For everyone to buy –
Although it’s hard to understand
A decent reason why –
Some trading cards that feature Trump
In poses quite bizarre –
An astronaut, a cowboy
And the weirdest one so far –
A superhero with a body
So unlike Trump’s own,
It would be quite ridiculous,
But somehow it is known
That people buy them!
Shelling out, for every NFT,
Enough to question what’s become
Of each one’s sanity.
How low can one man really sink
To hawk himself this way?
It’s mortifying to confront
Such ego on display.
Collectibles
I stand in the half light and cast my eyes
On so many facets of life.
Standing, hanging, sitting in disarray,
Defined by price and market trends.
Things once loved, or cherished,
Admired, coveted, or just well used.
Everyday things that have seen or felt
Or been a party to a family life.
They wait in silence for a new beginning.
How many eyes have seen a crystal light,
Or hands have used a well worn tool?
Whose lips have touched a gold rimmed cup
In happiness, in peace, or war.
How far back in time do their memories stretch,
What tales can each impart?
A sampler spells out thoughts or prayers,
Stitched with care from love or threat.
Pewter measures, bent and worn,
Poured out hope or watered down despair.
A silver pointer shows a holy text,
Dispelling fear of death to come.
Mirrors framed in ornate styles
Reflect a thousand faces,
Young and old,
That now lay buried, long forgotten.
A new life beckons these who wait
Their chance to once again
Belong.
scattered in the sand
colored stones mixed in with shells
memories in bag