Long Bidders Poems

Galloping hooves broke morn's peace in Soup Creek's Main Street
When Jimmy Smith rode in from Bar 20 his face white as a sheet
He stopped at Sheriff Koplins office and banged heavily on the door 
"What's...

Read More

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


                ...

Read More

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...

Read More

anticipatory anxiety fosters catastrophization...,

especially bombardment of online scare tactics
courtesy fiendish insidious loathsome sinister oafs
rubbing their hands at aggrieved party;
punch drunk cyber thieves ecstatic
acquiring by hook and/or crook
sought after precious, priceless, and proverbial data
after loosed ransomware...

Read More

Sponsored by Lowest Bidders

It interests me
that Hiawatha,
like Jesus of Nazareth before him,
and Mahatma Gandhi after,
taught WinWin cooperative peace
by co-investing in ego/ecotherapeutic justice.

Yet anti-Catholic
anti-Muslim
anti-Jewish
anti-indigenous
anti-First SacredNation
anti-goodfaith-trusting-inclusive-extended-family-cooperativist
Protestant reformists against Nature=Spirit green family values,
now becoming supremacists
of Original Orthodox Scriptural...

Read More

If you have sold out our country for money and honeytraps and power?
Your names will live on in infamy in the annuals of our nation's history.
Your names will live on forever in the annuals of...

Read More

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...

Read More

A BALLAD TO THE ANCESTORS

Like ripened fruits plucked from a flourishing tree,
They were stolen from a lush paradise garden;
A self sustained dwelling having no need of a warden;
A beautiful paradise where all could work and...

Read More

Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
     indubitably, favorably and certifiably
     with minimal pandering soliciting
     uber voodoo yawping woos

socially quintessentially obviously markedly
    ...

Read More

This poem is about nations that are secretly stripped of their resources under the banner of war eg: war is never engaged unless a country have the resources of oil - gold - diamonds and...

Read More

Commodities.

Traded as rapidly as futures,
sold to bidders, 
merchants of misery,
bought and herded,
into cattle-cars, vans, 
containers sailing,
on the seven open seas.

Women, men, 
girls, boys,
auctioned into servitude,
stolen lives, 
extinguished families,

for,

the cheap labour market needs to be fed,
an...

Read More

His underbelly is soft but please don't push his buttons

He looks rather docile if you simply leave him alone

Feeds on leaves and fruit and won't kill if you're tame

And respect the elegant majesty that treads...

Read More

GOOD AFTERNOON 
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN 
BOYS AND GIRLS.

WELCOME... 
TO THE WORLD OF 
TRANSHUMANISM.

I AM YOUR HOST
THE DAPPER RING MASTER.
AND THIS...
IS THE WORLD OF 
TRANSHUMANISM 
AND LIVING DISASTERS.

A WORLD WHERE YOU... 
ARE NO LONGER WHO
YOU THINK...

Read More

pitter
patter
goes the
rain
upon
the roofs
upon the
streets
upon the
heads
of us all
walking
in the
west
to our
nearest 
grocery 
store or
convenient 
store
with our
common
human
thirst
coming 
from the
daily 
grind, yet
our own
exertion
here is 
absolutely
nothing 
like that of
the people
in the lands
far far away,
whose 
resources we
have become
experts
at squeezing
every last drop
into...

Read More

I remember the day we first met
Those pinkish cheek. How can I forget?

Like flowers in spring that bloom
I heard my heart beat like drum, boom!

Together we climbed the highest hill
Together we shared each others chill...

Read More

You auctioned my love
Because you couldn't pay
The price of keeping me
In good repair...
Too time consuming
Too hard
Too demanding
Too tough
And so you auctioned me away

You auctioned my love away
And watched
All the bidders
In a frenzy of excitement
Raising the...

Read More

The Stradivarius

(A rare violin)

The Stradivarius lay still, waiting for a master's skill
The silent bow with deep yearnings,
for a master's touch upon its strings.
Across the case a price was laid,
that the auctioneer had displayed.
The sale began,...

Read More

Drama on Social Media

With every passing day 
and every passing hour
world comes closer,
globe contracts
with silvery lustre
of social media.

Some, call this media 
a social monster,
others, addicted badly,
few, known for moderate use
for purpose and reason.

It is the...

Read More

Sold Out
The blogger screams
And I trembling
Naked before the fogless eyes
Dangled like butcher's meat
Stand on the auction block again, the mist of profits screening pain.



Against the gavel rising and falling
Leading bidders for my flesh speak superficial...

Read More

A famous song in his own ear
Often sung enough for him to hear
Upon his being does the tune call
To make him dance just as he’s touched
By notes of thoughts on memory’s lane
So life would’ve been...

Read More

why Is It that so few have so much 
and so many have so little?
where is the equality? 
where is the justice?

why is there world hunger?
when there is food aplenty
locked up in storehouses and silos?
holding...

Read More

In the shadows of an African flora 
embracing my title as a mercenary
a title with little content except the smoke fumes
from illegalised seeds
the red-hot point defining 
intervals of mental genocide
and the false bravado from fired...

Read More

A golden day like this is worth money, 
it was dusk but seemed like morning.
An auction to attract the highest bidders,
the fading day, 
and the rainbow too sold out its colors…

I watched the clouds as...

Read More

Shall I compare a summer’s day to thee
in an effort to make lust seem profound,
you’re hot, wanted, and can make men sweaty,
but is it worth it when the sun goes down?

Paying so much to go...

Read More

Watching the lushness pass below me
Rivers lazy, paddies verdant
Crater ringlets there to show me
Wanton murder too often fervent
  
Young men dying, futures slaughtered
An idiotic, absurd endeavor
Unborn sons and unborn daughters
Our loss, their loss, gone...

Read More