Been to the London Stock Exchange
opened in 1571 by Elizabeth the Queen
and what's more saw the New York Big Board
the world's largest stock market ever seen
but when I took a trip to Paris
had no clue as to what to do
altho' I was educated in French
(parlez-vous?)
I believe brokers did so to discommode
as when yelling buying or selling
they communicated in Bourse code
Alone he was
thinking
Money wasn' t a problem
but loneliness was
Looking for memories
he found himself
A past that was gone
surfing waves on a present
with a big board.
Waiting for the next wave
to surf on.
Standing up in front of the sea
he saw the emptiness
he faced the ocean
with his board
but he only found waves
to the same shore.
A seashore to nowhere
but himself to be found
Covered with sand
he was found
There, on that beach
where he used to be looking
for that big wave
to surf his past
with no money
but a life that was worth
to surf on,
without the people
he left behind.
Horn I Always Has Haiku Humor
When Trump stepped off curb,
Do not bother him or disturb,
As well as perturb.
Session by session,
Trump will make poor impression;
Does use deception,
At us stares and stares
While out you always wears,
When up or down stairs.
Trump is undressing.
Others will be impressing;
All his sins stressing.
Out sins poured and poured;
Trump had been told by our Lord,
History was restored.
Trump is a looter;
Ignorance needs a tutor.
Never straight shooter.
Trump does have an urge,
Be loser while being skirge,
As President must purge.
Trump is hard to bare;
A loser beyond compare;
Steels more than fair share.
Had looked at big board;
History had been restored;
Trump did bring on discord.
At us stares and stares;
For anyone Trump never cares';
Spent all of our fair shares.
Trump talks and rambles;
Not sure and always gambles;
Left us in shambles.
Trump last of liter;
Always has become bitter;
Needs baby sitter.
In sun, Trump does bask;
Refuses to wear his mask;
Even when we ask.
Trump does day by day,
Always leads our souls astray;
For sins he must pay.
Like last one the best.
Jim Horn
The New York Exchange is located on Wall Street.
Here in Lower Manhattan, business people meet.
Between opening and closing bells in each day’s course,
millions of corporate shares are traded on this bourse.
As company equities change hands on the Big Board,
investors from all over seek to reap their reward.
Whenever there are more participants who buy,
the prices of company stocks can go quite high.
Some large fortunes can be made when “buy” is the word.
Then it is a question of common or preferred.
However, when orders are coming in to sell,
falling stock prices to some people can be hell.
Do not always panic if bad occurs here.
Handsome rewards can come to those who persevere.
There is always that “quick killing” people want to see.
Those things are more fiction than fact, unfortunately.
Making money can be a true realization.
You must be in for the long run, not speculation.
Seek the successful firms for capitalization.
Knowledge and patience are what all people should know.
If you want to gamble, go to a casino.
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