Long Auctioneer Poems

I saw a girl at the museum. I had to take her number
It was like my heart woke up from a long slumber

She was admiring a Picasso painting.
 I knew nothing about art so I...

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Given the astronomical amount of gasoline consumed world-wide every single day…could this scenario not be all that far off?


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“Might you have an opening for an auction fairly soon?   If I move, I'm gonna have a ton of stuff to sell.”
“I'm trying to find a building at the moment,” he replied, “a...

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My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel 
to revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his...

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The plane looked old and fairly worn,
the sky was grey, about to storm.
They hurried us along the aisles,
in tiny seats we’d sit for miles.

With creak and groan we taxied out,
at runway’s end we turned about.
With...

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MY HOME TOWN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS	
Time moves on never stands still
It changes the outcome no matter the will
Of the dreamers who hold on to and then
Each moment happens once then never again
I had a feeling this...

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I bought an older dresser at an auction late last month, and also snagged what I believe’s a super ancient chair.
Both, I think, are solid oak, and luckily the dresser is nicely trimmed with fancy...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS



Catullus LXXXV: 'Odi et Amo'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
I hate. I love.
You ask, 'Why not refrain?'
I wish I could explain.
I can't, but feel the pain.

2.
I hate. I love.
Why? Heavens above!
I wish I could...

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The auction began ------------
Black, bronze, yellow and other girls were there,
Only the most lovely and fair.
They were brought in from everywhere.
Shackled, 
They formed a human chain.
Baffled,
Their eyes revealed their despair,
And tears their pain.
Mothers separated from...

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She flinches, shudders as chains tug at her flesh 
The ruthless slave trader and rapist whispers to the auctioneer
And instinctively she knows that it is her turn to be sold.
The noise heightens, her eyes focus...

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Part I – Plow’s New Home

He was squiggly and fat with dark round eyes.
The auctioneer held him up, but no ayes!
HE MUST HAVE BEEN ABLE TO READ MY MIND.
Five dollars, do I hear $10? …....

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When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings,
I curse the syllables of my poetic musings.
If I do not express my sorrows,
how will petals blossom in my garden?

Upon the midst of bewilderment,
lost without a bosom for...

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Anferny was convinced that all
his problems were due to his skin,
he’d been told by teachers, and his mom,
that there was just no way to win.
He grew up believing he was part
of an awful, bigoted nation,
that...

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This is the last piece to go. All the others are sold.
I hate to part with it, but now that I've grown old
I need to find the right home for it before I die.
I'll explain...

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Tho you have gone now
And many came and viewed your remains
The numbers were great as we walked by
And paid our final respect.

I for one, as I know many others felt the same,
wanted to say "Robert...

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U-umph, Oof-fa ha!.... There, comfy now?
Hey, would you pick up your tush,
reach in here and pick up your wife's locket?
It's  down here under my cush,
and please get that screw driver outa your pocket? 
That's...

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He mimicked all who entered the darkened room, 
felt the fear in their eyes when watched with zeal.
He was a performer and his sidekick Sid seemed real.
Was that really him or was he wearing a...

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An unsophisticated feller attending an auction could find himself in a pickle!
The nuances, subtleties and gestures used in bidding could cost him a pretty nickel!
A city feller decided to attend a farm auction to see...

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Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...

Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.

Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from...

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Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...

Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.

Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from...

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They fell in love and married when she was about the age of twenty.
He knew she liked to talk since she'd already bent his ears aplenty!
She could babble at twenty miles per hour with gusts...

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A wishful tale of man's potential taken (with great liberty) from the story of Samuel Bellamy

A frigid blast of the nor'westerly breeze,
the coldest wind upon these seas
ripples the leathery skin of his cheeks 
as he...

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Mom and Dad passed on and crossed that mysterious veil.
The old farmstead and all they owned are now up for bid and sale.
Time to auction things accumulated o'er the years by Mom and Dad.
'Tis truly...

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A Day at The Auction        (Silly word play)


Gathered a well known assortment of undesirables,
Who came to View an eclectic array of collectables,
Searching through others unwanted respectables,
Old and Young...

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Beneath billowing sack cloth tent 
An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words.
Below his red mahogany dais
Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls.
Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand, 
they chirp for cowl or coat, yelp for yarn, 
raise bid card...

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