Best Nasdaq Poems
Very strong message taking form,
Coming like a violent storm,
Warning of nation’s moral low,
Unaware of approaching foe.
Ignorant! How this world beguiles!
Blind to the culture’s subtle changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve on immoral binges.
Stressed out by malignant ills.
Misguided by bureaucrat vow.
Duped by sharp marketing skills.
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Wake up, see the coming dark storm,
In midst of silver lining.
Judgment framed by hope’s reform.
Urgent need for land’s refining.
Disenchanted with ennui,
I want to my earth
To meet the sky,
To catch a falling star
Outside a ‘Monday thru Friday’
‘Nine to Five’ job,
But traffic on the eight eighty
Enshackles me in the tapestries of my mind.
Amnesia walks me through corridors of lice
Armed with coffee cups, the stock market on the radio,
I have lost all with my nasdaq fall
Into bars and brothels of dubious repute,
All is carnal after all.
Entrapment with Chopin on the alarm clock,
Donuts oozing with cream, wiped away with a napkin,
How do I get away from Tchaikovsky at night?
As the older whores at last snore,
I light a cigarette and lean out my window
To wail a poem, catch a falling star.
What is time?
Sound rhetorical but it isn't
Ill try to explain with sentences that
rhyme
It is something we take for granted,
something divine
But how much better would it be if
you could just press rewind
Time is a part of everything as water
is part of the living
When you have so little you don't
know what to do, when you have
too much you resort to killing
Time is a virtual stock market, how?
How can i compare time to NASDAQ
& DOW
Its simple, you invest in life like you
invest in stocks
Risks and reward is the name of the
game, but this market is regulated
by the clock
Goals and achievements make life
worth enduring
Spending it searching for wealth is
not a life worth alluring
Time can only be controlled by god
that's why i called it divine
Trying to find the way to paradise
with no metaphorical finishing line.
Oh Mr. Bernanke
Are we going to have that Rate-cut today?
Aha, you are the candy-man
Could wave your wand
Make the dying Market stand.
Ah, but it ain’t working anymore
The Market is a falling man
Oh Mr. Bernanke
You wave your wand
But it’s fallen over the stands!
Oh Mr. Bernanke
Swayed the Market just your own way!
But banks aren’t making money
The cuts to them are one too many
Candy-man, the Market won’t stand!
Got my only heifer and sacrificed
At the altar of Dow and Nasdaq, paid a high price
The Dow, oh it fell through the Year’s low
Now here I come, Candy-man
Look through your store
We need something more!
I'm on the path to a massive collapse like the NASDAQ
I never asked for your lack of compassion so you can have it back
and love is just a mask that we wear when we act tragedies
just as fast as it happens you're snapped back to reality
trapped by your past as you battle morality
it was bad while it lasted
always in the aftermath of disaster
like back when I smashed the gas and crashed through that house with the hatchback
and after that, if only to add to the excitement
I was snatched by a task force and slapped with a stack of indictments
I've basked in my doubts and the shadows it casts
on the reality of happily ever after,
if or when exactly it's supposed to happen
and after I've passed into ashes, my name scratched in epitaph
if, in fact, there's an afterlife- will it have me?
if this all an elaborate test did I pass, though I acted badly?
We brought the inspirations passed
down to us by the generations
and taught weakness in some politically
religous way.
I am sure I backed it all up with stories
of legends, men who heard the words
of the creator, in those days they were called prophets
but today they are schizafranics.
We bumped shoulders in the mall when
Christ time came, on a unknown day before the
weekend, as we carefully watch the nasdaq rise and fall.
Help them to understand
Pretend they are children from a different world
open all the right books and all the right papers
But be sure if you can
At the end of the day the lesson doesn't lead to
some kind of bank.
If Ever I Had A Country...(Continued) : LXVII - LXVIII
LXVII
IF ever I had a country what even Guatemalans would avoid in their hurry
And if ever I were the unfortunate illiterate Mnister of Culture
I'd make it point of telling every marching migrant what awaits them at destination: " spooktacular "
Where goblins witches alchemists with Gorgon dreadlocks veritable Dvarapalas would enslave them in Konzentrazions-lager
Would make them eat their own tongues for want of soup-kitchen swill or horse fodder
Would drive them up greasy poles and down barbed tanks full of pirana in mad rage hunger
That is, if ever I were the inculte Minister of Culture
And even if I never ever had no country worth a penny
LXVIII
IF ever I had a free-for-all take-it or leave-it country
And if ever I were condemned to accept as a penalty the post of Culture Secretary
I'd publish a never-ending list of all the banned Holy-Days in the calender
Easter St. Patrick's Day X-mas Epiphany July the 4th and the 14th Ascension Diwali Ramadan-Eid-il-fitr Universal Day of Labour
And in their place make Halloween every other day holier
In order NASDAQ break all records through sale of sweets cakes ice-cream snickers toffees and karambar
That is, if ever I were forced to serve as Culture Secretary
And even if I never ever had no country so silly
© T. Wignesan - Paris, October 21,2018
11/14/16
To be honest across this Earth's soils
Conflict and turmoil
That dates way back
Far before spacecrafts, state maps
Or being able to make cash
Opportunity don't waste that
Take a chance
Get on that A.S.A.P.
Before it goes down the drain fast
A long forgotten stash sat
By an abandoned hatchback
With broken and cracked glass
Cults and rituals, one of which is a black mass
Test conducted with lab rats
Some ships at a half-mast
I'm not affiliated with Aflac
Or Nasdaq
On social media, so much sad crap
And backlash
Like a toy dog some just want to yap yap
Even though there softer than a flap jack
Better watch yourself and bag back
Before we really see who has the last laugh
Went out in the wilderness to backpack
With a knapsack
Set up camp at an open grass flat (patch)
In specific things time and or money was invested
As far as recollected
The objective
Changed perspective
And all method within a second
During a time that was festive
It turned out to be effective
Yet unexpected
Certain areas and locations infested
Individual organisms infected
By: Dalton Ogletree
The screen kept painting the history for the team
In horrific scenery as the chickens came home to roost:
The wars supported in media by ideologies it would seem,
Whereas deeper was the fight for resources needed for economic boost;
The environmental disaster with each new technological advance
Advertised as "CO2-saving", disregarding the manufacturing fall out
As resources were dug out of Earth's internals, not giving life a chance,
Leaving disasters in the wake of "Eco-friendly" mining in the South;
The over-fishing, over-eating, over-mining, over-everything
Requiring the support of a Nature, willing, but drawn
To the limit of breaking without empathy, care, understanding,
Foresight; just over-reaching to pull all put there from Life's dawn,
To the point there was none left, no-one left.
"Remember the Galapagos heads documentary on TV?"
Tsal asked Pezal. "That was History warning of being Nature-deaf,
But nobody listened." And they turned to get back onto their spaceship,
While the screen continued by looping every truly Eco-friendly initiative conceived
To amplify Nature's warnings, to pause the frantic rush
Of capitalistic gain-hunt. But all this as naught was perceived
And even Earth Hour's darkness, though laudable, in the din of Nasdaq was but a hush.
(c) Nyonglema
Technological marvel:
who’d have ever guessed?
They went to the moon,
powered by less.
The thing receives phone calls,
it’s got GPS,
a mindfulness app
for when you are stressed.
It monitors heart rate,
can produce EKGs,
prompts you when it’s time:
take your medicine, please.
Blood-oxygen levels,
hours of REM sleep;
If you’re under the water,
it knows just how deep.
If you’re lost in the woods,
it will help get you back,
or blast a loud siren
if you’re under attack.
The steps that you took,
the stairs that you climbed,
record a voice memo
to capture a rhyme.
Listening to music,
or receiving a text,
keep up with your groceries,
so your wife won’t be vexed.
For the gals, tracking cycles,
and for all, track your phone,
keeps up with the NASDAQ,
and the stocks that you own.
But it doesn’t record
all the things that you missed -
Life in arrest,
watching your wrist.
Very strong message taking form,
Coming like a violent storm,
Warning of nation’s moral low,
Unaware of approaching foe.
Ignorant! How this world beguiles!
Blind to the culture’s subtle changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve on immoral binges.
Stressed out by malignant ills.
Misguided by bureaucrat vow.
Duped by sharp marketing skills.
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Wake up, see the coming dark storm,
In midst of silver lining.
Judgment framed by hope’s reform.
Urgent need for land’s refining.
6/27/22
They move in packs
A bunch of gnats and rats
Too much crap and cap
All across the map
It's happened to Jill and to Jack
Endlessly people yap and chat
Obsessed with apps and fraps
There is dangers all around be ready to react fast
I'm having an epiphany this is not a flash back
F*** all these ass cracks
They pull all these bad traps
While wearing a black hat
Yet it causes others to snap at
Many driving a hand axe
Into another lady's or man's back
Greedy ball sacks
Still controlling what is price slashed or taxed
Speaking facts on wax
Eventually it may turn similar to Mad Max
In certain area you'll need a gas mask
What's left carried inside a knapsack
The only trace was a faint trail of cat tracks
From a rock the windshield glass cracked
Life was always up and down like Nasdaq
People often arrogant quick to have the last laugh
So pathetic and ready to rat pack
If I want to, I'll show you a class act
Get away if you flip sides like a flap jack
Don't try to sandbag
B****you better bag back
Before you wind up inside a trash bag
No evidence, on your brass plaque
Or the hat rack
It's so sad that
It's Halloween and a black cat
Crossed my path, I got to seize opportunity not just pass pass
Too many treating life like it's another lab rat
What the good does it do always being a jackass?
The same can be said for doing it half-ass
Come on, do I really need to ask that?
I turn on the TV
lay my head back
and watch an economist
presenting a business report
he sounds more like a wizard
casting a spell with magical names
like Hang Seng, NIKKEI
Dow and NASDAQ
in a mad induced trance
investors gamble their savings
chasing after an illusive dream
of rags to riches, riches to power
then abracadabra like voodoo magic
one company merges with another
forming a faceless conglomerate
with a strange Orwellian name
in a surrealist nightmare
of unrestrained power and greed
the wizards of alchemy work their magic
but quicksilver remedies and snake oil
cannot stop the suffering of millions
who are doomed to live in a world
ruled by the lingering forces
of voodoo economics
* Penned by
Scarecrow Joe
I was minding my own business, like I usually do.
It was like any other day, and a hot wind blew.
About then, a whirlwind appeared, and I was surprised.
That's when the devil in the flesh materialized.
He said, "Me and you! Come on now, let's make a deal.
Take some time and think it over. See how you feel."
I said, "Tell me some more, Mister Beelze...Bub -
join me at the bar, but no smoking, put out that stub."
The red fella said, "thank you friend, don't mind if I do".
I said, "What's your ruinous plan? I'd like to review".
He said, "I'm looking for a deal, want something cheap,
How much is your soul (not that I think you're a creep)?"
I thought, "Maybe I should sell, the price might plummet
like the soul of a delegate at the G20 summit."
"Mister Satan", I said, "I'll need a signed contract".
He grinned, as on some nuts on the counter he snacked.
Lucifer said with a frolicking jump and a caper,
"Sure, we can draft up a legally binding paper...
that protects me too", he said. I felt hot like a toaster.
"Your soul's price on Nasdaq is like a rollercoaster."
I won't take more of your time, won't sit here and gab.
We walked out of the bar, and I hailed him a cab.
A deal was made, and we're both doing pretty well,
but he failed to consider, he'll have to see me in Hell.
Connection
Every hour of the day passes by
Seconds, minutes hours just fly
I stare out of the window
Looking at the birds fly
Never saw the same bird twice
Living in the world of deception
Yet we are complete
Money is the source and energy
A source so powerful
Connecting souls worldwide
Completing the Incomplete
Giving a beggar a dollar makes him rich
Taking away a few from a millionaire makes him poor in anger
Debts creates quarrels
Having none is no good
If it persists a probability of various possibilities arise.
Freedom is not free, but comes with a price
Liberty is not liberated
Everything comes with a price
It is not the president who rules
Not even the people
That is the point when we see
You never receive a meal for free
IBM, Microsoft Apple,
Are the new religions
DOW, NASDAQ are the new Gods
Pay more & you are in the best place in Heaven
If not you are going to suffer hell in paradise.
Connection is lost in a very big loophole
Myspace and Facebook are the new
Meetings have become few
Dinners, Family occasions and siblings were the talk of the past
What is the new connection?
I still cannot judge,
When I think deep
I end up becoming a creep
I crawl and creep, Just to find
A connection to the past for the present & future
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