If the pensive poet stops writing does that make him an expensive poet
Talk is expensive, silence is cheap
Silence is shade, talk is light
Silence is cocktail you silently sip
Drifting away through the night
The car door slams shut, bags carried out
Nobody’s waiting inside
Thunder breaks down striking too loud
Nobody asks how’s your ride
Vapes on the table and TV controls
Flowers and meds there too
An iPad with messages of the missed calls
Suddenly flickers with blue
Evening emerges with pouring rain
Glistening streams patch the air
Darkening sky offers silence to gain
Cheaply, just out of nowhere.
Lady out of roses of red,
this news hit him hard in the head.
Lilies of blue,
expensive hue,
more than expensive loaf of bread.
My suit was a gorgeous periwinkle blue
speaker of the day wore the same suit too
she said, “we both look great!” during a break
I thought her sleazy camisole blouse was a big mistake.
My black turtleneck looked terrific on me.
I looked expensive, whereas, she kind of looked free.
In the market of choices, we're faced with a test,
Between health and affordability, which one to invest?
Fresh fruits and greens, a pricey delight,
While processed snacks and sweets, shine with cheaper light.
The junk food aisles, a treasure to behold,
Cheap and tempting treats, that our taste buds are told.
But at what cost, dear health, do we indulge and play,
Trading wellness for pennies, in a harmful, tasty way?
The irony of economics, that governs our plate,
Where healthy choices are costly, and junk food is first-rate.
But let's not be fooled, by the price tag's disguise,
For good health is worth every penny, and a wise, lifelong surprise.
So let's invest in our well-being, and make a conscious choice,
To prioritize our health, and rejoice in a wholesome voice.
For though it may seem pricey, the cost of healthy living is true,
A valuable investment, in a life that's vibrant, and anew.
A-S B
Where waiters are treated like slaves and customers like gods
Where the wishes of the customers are fulfilled with a head nod
People look to gain respect from the price of their plates
Hungry customers that complain and too impatient to wait
Some order expensive dishes to impress and that's the norm
It becomes expensive celebrating the day they were born
It gets complicated with taste buds having a split decision
And the deceptive prices on the menu go unmentioned
Many work hard and eat fancy as a personal treat
Where the single hang out hoping for someone to meet
You would hear nasty gossip or a married couple having issues
Or statements made about a thankless customer who was rude
It's amazing how much people would pay for good service
But returning an order to the cook makes me nervous
Saying the customer is always right is a terrible view
Have you ever wondered what your waiter thought of you
the cat was Rubenesque
He was rotund
He was round
He was stuck up
We thought he was hilarious
He had expensive tastes
Insisted on only the best treats and foods
His wives were not laughing
I keep returning to the jewelry store to look at the vase.
It has all of my favorite colors.
hot pink, orange, turquoise, lavender
I really want it, but it is expensive.
all of my other vases have been thrown out.
Because I am horrible with glass.
I have broken them all into bits.
This would be an expensive one to break, my husband says.
That tears it.
I have to have it now.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a bro,
You know, with some dinero.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants to eat somewhere nice.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a friend
And send, something I can spend.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants some jewelry with ice.
Every time you hold out your hand,
I give a contribution for my fellow man.
Every time you ring your bell,
I put a few dollars in your silver pail.
Yo! Santa Buddy, your biggest admirer is me,
But see, my pocket's empty.
Santa Buddy - my lady is so way overpriced!
Poverty is expensive
To those already poor -
Costing their time, wages
And spirit, yet they live
A hopeful porter
In their villages -
Subject to elitism.
I, for one, never
Received an invitation.
My ineffable bottle garden is the best in all the land,
It’s a place of absolute wonder, it’s really rather grand.
Only the most expensive champagne bottles are permitted like Dom Pérignon,
If my bottle garden was the mafia, it would be the Don.
My neighbour is jealous of my bottle garden, in fact he’s rather pernicious,
His passive aggressive comments are nothing short of vicious.
I’ll just ignore and go to my garden, there I’ll drink some wine,
There's nothing’s as grand as watching rainbows glint on bottles in the sunshine.
Be careful with the head vase someone said.
I had no idea what a head vase was.
I walked past it several times, not really seeing it.
That’s it! My girlfriend pointed out.
That hideous thing?
Yes, that’s the most expensive item in her shop.
I thought someone must be smoking pot.
Five hundred and twenty-seven dollars for this ugly thing?
I imagine it will stay in this woman’s shop for a long time.
I'd be happy if I own a car,
Even if it is small,
My happiness would multiply
If I have my own home,
My happiness would reach the heights
If I could afford my travels,
But, you know
I can't even afford a candy
For myself...
Still I find happiness
In my own fictional world.
Horn Haiku of Course
are apprehensive
paid much and was expensive
damage extensive
words in each sentence
would express much arrogance
needed repentance
what they would have said
my sad poems should be read
so tears can be shed
had a lot of gall
cut tall tree down that did fall
always would appall
at a cinema
on screen saw an enigma
need an enema
on ground seeds will throw
which we did do row by row
we would watch them grow
great poems we will write
about birth a precious sight
to read did invite
Christ is courageous
of had been many cases
which were contagious
want to hear a joke
sold down river and are broke
wish that Trump could croak
moron a mystic
who had become a critic
we went ballistic
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Farmers, too, might not escape hell
For acting Bad Drama too well,
Price of oil raising as they sell
Daring one to on TV tell...
Nigerian Farmers for hell,
Their forests for now Tortoise Shell
Their bank account something to swell
Cool Six Zeroes they want to smell
But, at last, with Satan in cell...
Edible oil now expensive,
Buyers now pick it, looks pensive
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