Best Sells Poems
She floats on the saffron shore
holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats
within the shelter
of peanut shells.
Toys and text books,
picnics and pamperings;
all collided on a wall,
but death dropped her
to be tossed.
The girl in a dirty frock –
she sells parched peanuts
for coins and eye-pricks.
‘Peanuts’, ‘Peanuts’ – her
withered call haunts
her parents in the grave.
Her pale figure walks away
with Time Teacher.
Fabiyas M V
Sex For Sale
"Those who say Sex Sells, buy it!"
~SKAT~
She sells love for peace
The Saint Of The Brothels
Is your sister Kong Ming
she sells goat's cheese, not my favorite
plying the beach ramada to ramada
at times she sits with me
lowering the basket from her head
her clothes are worn, patched
i roll eggs, beans, chorizo into a tortilla
hand it away, she always accepts
then throwing her arm over the chair
she begins the badinage
i understand little sometimes
others, far too much of humanities plight
i too throw my arm over the chair
rattle slowly in my aspiring Spanish
making verbal notes of words
similar in English and Spanish
she teaches verbs, vernacular
we share more than just language
if you would stand afar
you would think us old friends
lost in the chatter of complaints
news, reminiscing, and aren't we
the same expressions, gestures
friends in small talk
sharing a similar nature
delivering the points quite well
it is a beautiful day
we are happy to be alive
sharing breakfast, languages
she returns to her vending
soon Isabella will be by
with my freshly baked banana bread
Jorge will drop off the tamales
sometime this afternoon
and i will have gone to the bank
for money, Maria's children
are in need of school clothes
i return to the waves rolling in
watching the pelicans
riding the uplift provided by the surf
this is what i need, not poetry readings
life is a continuous poetry affair
that moves thru existence on wings
of opportunity to grasp it
cherish its every moment
neuropathways accompanying Death
in little smiles, no one hears
San Blas 91
Here's the Good News, our world is awash,
in wonders and beauty life cannot quash;
Like laughter and love, kind words, Turtle Doves,
Bar Mitzvahs and birthdays, baptisms and first dates,
Promotions, Grand Openings, healings and yodeling!
Still more Good News...
Our world is awash, in kisses and hands held,
Tests passed, graduations, and money found;
Quiet moments of solitude, with friends in coffee shops,
Good moods rise above, and a dog’s unconditional love!
And still more...
A cat’s warm fur, trips to masseuse or masseur;
Reports of remission, Broadway shows and magicians,
Art galleries, symphonies, faith and homeless ministries;
Be ye conscious of good news, often awash,
Overwhelmed by negative, it simply gets lost.
Just a heads up--Good News Sells too!
March 22, 2020
Who Buys,Who Sells
Heck they move,the busy market murmured
Down they went to the Pub sell,
In with spontaneous drive look they;
Who buy,who sell the the market Cries,
For with no hook it quit like of hermit-crab,
At noon it is seen crying,in ecstasy did yell
Like of SHAWORO(A Yoruba:name for noise making chain)
And alligator pepper.
Yelling here and there,with no time come calm,
the sky turns dark,
Days goes by and by,yelling by and by when
Noon comes,
With no discrepancy,who buys,who sells it cries,
Moving by the railway,seat some in a hut
Watching who may obtain.
Merchandise is your concern,
Murmuring all day:with no sense to shadow the
Moon,
The moon that glitters,day after day
Shine moon,shine!!and shine;
For the market is quiet as ever.
25/03/2003 (2pm)
They say Sex sells
Thats why half the world strip down when they've got nothing Left to tell
I was writing this as a Joke, but jokes hold a lot of truth
Never thought I'd say this, but I'm tired of girls stripping down for views
Posting half naked pictures online for Likes and retweets
Guys fall for the trap, but i just think she'll never be a wife for me
Am I weaker for that?
I'm glad you have a great body, but i need something Deeper than that
I don't really have a type
But i don't want a girl who strips down online to beg for likes
I like Black girls, Asian and white
Big, small, tall, short, big boobs, small boobs, Small and big booties
We all have crushes, But I look beyond the beauty
I need to know they have a personality to match
Focusing on looks will make you drop the ball when you want to catch
I know a lot of people will hate this poem when I put it out
It's more rare to see Kardashian's in clothes than without
Nicki Minaj strips down to sell records
I'd rather listen to someone who makes good music with real effort
As a teenager I'd be like "Yeah she's a hotty"
But as a grown man, I've learned there's more to a girl than a body
So of that's all they can offer, I want no part
It takes someone special to capture my heart
I'm tired of celebrities who need money or don't have a story to tell
So they walk around naked to make money, because sex sells
The road map to the mouse trap Worst sells pitch ever for care Unhealthy advice get rich quick Gov cheese If you can spare all you need is a few smart mice To stick their heads in the trap please Do you know the stats do fat rats eat dead mice * - ( Angry about obamacare Do not get mad get rich - Money Map Press )- infomercial
It is the second night of Passover.
Biden and team, supporting Palestine?
And accusing great Israel of genocide?
Please pass me a tall, glass of cyanide!
Our strongest ally, Israel tossed to the ground.
While AOC cheers on rabid, violent protesters ?
Universities, some, only online for semesters!
American leadership is miles away from sound!
America gives aid to Iran and its friends?
The liberal news strictly dedicated to blatant lies,
Blowing deadly, thick smoke into our blnded eyes.
This is the sad day, the greatness of America ends!
4/24/2024
A store that only sells leggings.
What? How is this even possible?
In this economy? What would keep it in business?
Serious, this is as ridiculous as a store that only sells
Mickey Mouse stamp pads. Crazy!
The posters say the entire store costs ten dollars.
Is this the whole store, including the cash register?
Does this include the display pieces?
Are you buying the land? Or is this just the leggings
That cost ten dollars? One legging or all of the leggings?
I prance in to do my damage, because the guy is alone.
Tiny guy, large round glasses, looking at a cell phone.
Gee. I wonder why people do not feel welcome.
He glances at me briefly, figures I am not his market,
And starts playing Paint the Birds or Cotton Candy or something
Equally wise on his phone. Come on guy, turn down the volume!
Bing. Ping. Ding. Ping. Sing. Bring. Are you kidding me?
I try teasing him about the sign. He is clearly not amused.
Not delighted at conversation; a particularly dour shop boy.
Who obviously owns no piece of this place and is not paid on commission.
I could have stolen all the leggings, and he would not have noticed.
Even if he had noticed, I doubt he would have moved.
Reminded me of so many I see who have forgotten about real
People, living an I-phone life now, a fantasy I-phone life.
He cheats on me by night
And beats me by day
Oh what shall I do about this fray
Well I know a lady who sells death
One bite and in Hell he shall lay
The concoction is simple not hard to make
Slow cook it a hour and ten minutes to bake
It tastes like heaven
But I promise he'll be dead by seven
It contains a little of this
And a lot of that
A little goat's urine
And a pinch of devil's fat
And by morning
You'll be in mourning
She sells suicide in the mirror i see
by the seashore dark lady
how i adore her
arch angel say it if you want
that whore its allright
she sells herself black magic
by twelve
arms open wide laugh
and i know i got a knew flame
im gonna buy a brand new dance
the most amazing show on earth
dark angel if you will
because she sells suicide from new orleans
suicide from down below something i been missing
all the things she said
something special
perfume i wont take to kindly to
she sells sundials and daisie
bad scratches in seriuous ways
I'll run
and her thoughts make me crazy
she sells jokes and smiles
make it all worth the while
and the gun was in my hand
lend me my light liar liar liar
and ask the page through the tinted glass
has love brought me to a higher place
does she realy truly
surely she does
she sells suicide in a darkened room
even to the saddest of us clowns
the ones that get down and pray
the ones that care to no longer to save the day
wont turna card up anymore
when all the merry men clapped
have company they shouldnt have
gypsie music
begging us once to marry them
im a mistake in the past
the brew was gone
Liar liar
string our dreams along
and im coming clean to gypsie music
Im thinking ill be alright and wheres my reason
till we have heaven in sight
say it if you choose
she sells suicide everyday
this im sure
she sells suicide
i want some more
to know more of myself
suicide for the rich
the down beat the trodden
the happy and the poor
very close to you
I'll find it in you
and secretly true
the queen and the three
i wish you could have seen my face
lend thee thy light
she sells it by the truck full
she sells it to bangkok
while you pray
and yore wont take to kindly to it
she sells suicide
to forgotten faces
laughing and dancing
like the sound of my voice
i heard it was true
liar liar liar
the black two eyed jack
I'll fight
but never thought id see it like this before
*Image of Seashell On Beach Sand by Pixabay.
"A seashell should be the crest of England, not only because it represents a power built on the waves, but also the hard finish of the men."
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sally Sells Seashells, Rethinks Career
A shell lies ashore by the sea
freely moves about as waves drift in
the seawater playfully tumbles its plaything
the glistening sun reflects on it by the cresting sea
Seagulls filled, fed by the sea
wafting uplifted o'er the sea current
it hovers down suddenly, wings opened out
initially stares then prod the shell needlessly about
Bird prints traipsed the beach
shoved shell safe by pushing waves
like an army by divisions thrusting a seawall
as a prying feathered friend, surrenders to the sea
Lil' Sally sports run next wade
notes the shell immersed in the sea
her eager digits cradled it upward with care
she poured out sand and seawater from its spirals
Abrupts, those forces of habit
the same that excited the nosy bird
she put the polished part right up to her ear
hoping to catch past the shore and across the sea
Dismayed, looked at the shell
frustrated, release it from her hands
whilst sea reclaimed that seashell uniquely
as tax pays overseas calls, collect-calls unallowed.
2021 August 23
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt, Oceans or Seas
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 August 25
Salacious, sultry
Simplistic signs of
Seedy sensory
Semi sentimental sales on
Socials
Surreptitiously
Slinking ..
Slowly
Sliding into your
Sphere and
Psyche.
Psychologically
Seducing
Some senses so
Suspiciously
Satisfying
So,
Surrender self;
Shield for safety,
Stand strong
Secure salient sentience
Successfully
Set sights solidly -
So soul secures solidarity
In sacred sanctuary of
Shalom
Somewhere,
Sandy sunsets certainly save,
Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine,
Soft sensory surroundings subdue
Significant silent scenery in
Summery satisfaction.
Soporific seaside sounds
Singing in sympathy
Solitary safe sanctuary of seduction
Saving soul's sanity.
Selah.
Slowly, so slowly..
Spirituality of the natural
Nestles into the nape of
Normality
Now knowing
Nature's notably neutralising
Nurturing
Nourishment nectar of
Never-ending
Nirvana
Not sad, not angry, never surprised,
Not even filled full of spite,
Every day passes like a silent new moon,
Quietly through the whole night,
As her life walks along the treadmill of time,
Through a blank day like before,
Wanting to feel happy, fear, joy or disgust,
Wanting her feelings restored,
But she’s bound to this ride of emotional dead,
An empty, scratched, broken suit case,
Waiting to feel anything again,
To have emotions restored to her face,
Because her whole world is a day on the job,
Her bed, her work, and her ride,
Where she sells who she is to whoever will pay,
Even though her emotions have died.