Best Trader Poems

<                           once there was a man named trader Joe
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The pounding reins
Of yesterday’s tears
Lead me down
The dreary road of today 

The joy I once found
Gazing into your eyes
Is hobbled by distance
And my faltering gait

Unbridled rides at dawn
A beautiful, insipid memory
Breakneck sprints in the dark
An aching need in the final stretch

The rhythmic rhyme
Of our ride...

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Pantoum about Ernie Petersen,
Trader At Rose Prairie

Fur Trader

The buyer and trapper jawed trade
“What’s fur fetching at the Winnipeg auction?”
At Rose Prairie the deals was made
At the wood burning stove with caution

“What’s fur fetching at the Winnipeg auction?”
Cold winter makes pelt with heft.
The buyer fingers a...

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Why must that jagged line dictate your mood,
demanding you be left in solitude.
The glow illuminates more than you know,
a face disfigured by the constant woe.
A fortune to be had if patience ruled,
for over-eager men are always fooled.
As weather would shift daily with the breeze,
each year...

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The quick thumps made 
          me realize he is breaking 
down, little by 
          little –

As opposed to those 
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Hello everyone are you a forex trader or you Have heard about it for long and right now you wish to give it a trial  ? please also be careful of these unregulated brokers advertising on the internet. 
You can avoid loses and also...

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I had a dream once, every move was cloud nine 
My soul was bright, everything was just right
My sins were carried in the sky with a rocket full of saints.
My eyes were wide, narrowed by the life I spare.
My universe was a spare tyre.
It’s funny...

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TRADER  OF  MYSELF.
Selling  wrestle  my  pains,
Never  an  alternative  to  any
Sister  know  as  saint.
All  I  work  is  in  vain.
Trading  has  reframed  my  name,
Reshaped  my...

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The Honeybees all gather...
Without an estimate--or chart--
And peruse the garden gracefully,
And give the rose its start.

And exchanging their sweet nectar--
As a rare commodity--
Trade stocks of yellow orchards--
Absent any trading fee!...

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A video was on the news
In front of Trader Joe’s
Where anti-maskers want to shop
And this is how it goes:

The manager and other staff
Stay calm but do not budge,
Repeating that for all beliefs
They aren’t there to judge.

However, as a private store
They get to make the rules
With...

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I'm American and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm European and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Oceanian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm African and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Asian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Antarctican and I'm civilized!
-Really?

I'm only civilized and I'm white!
-Really?
I'm only civilized cause I'm from oppressed black!
-Really?
I'm Hindu and I'm civilized!
I'm Buddhist and I'm civilized!
I'm...

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Stumble you get in treading the path of life
Or you may get your steps upon dirt
And inside develop a spot, a dot,
A scratch even a crack
To remove them you may try
Collins, wheels, Nirma or acids
But they will not get out
In this case I may help...

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171 E Swedesford Rd,

Unexpected positive experience
with regular totally tubular
gnarly patron first name Maureen
hmm... if only this burbling blurb 
blog could somehow
be communicated - pro bono, cuz green
legal tender (mine) scarce -
anyway earlier 

today December sixteenth
two thousand and nineteen
ah, my dog how serendipitously
I did germanely, modestly,
quintessentially...

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Who trades love,
          does not deliver it...
          takes It   from others......

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The radiant shine leaves your aurora
dimming ever so quickly,
as in northern regions you are—borealis 
falling into the southernmost Sahara 
negative gradients descend—australis
The gloss of moral sanction 
The glitter of a social butterfly
The prism of a love sonnet
I thought it would never end
False is an outward...

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