Long Half price Poems
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Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
The world is one giant cake bowl staring at you until you grow old. It’s has its mischief’s and its tricks and pumpkin pie swirling in the dish.
You are going to bake a cake a day for all the hungry people far away; you will put lots of cream on top and cherry to form the dots.
You will sell it at half price to the merchant on the other side; he will order a million cake a day to deliver to the people living a thousand miles away.
The dollar is on the run and the English pound is hopping along, the euro is breathing fresh air and the Japanese yen is hanging on in there .
The Renminbi is as old as it can be and has high esteem for the American dream, it has been like that for more than three decades and there is no indication that it will parachute to the sky.
The cakes are baking, their appetite is growing and they need money so get it to them in a hurry.
If you don’t have it you have to print it and you will meet with your economist to guide you on how to do this. You will print a specific amount to fulfill specific needs around the town; you will do the calculation and set up a statutory body to prevent inflation.
You have got to open some international project and invest some of the printed money in long-term sustainability. Buy a town in Africa from the celebrated bush doctor and build a treatment facility center for the different ailment in the culture.
You have got to spend it in order to mend it and if you don’t have it you have got to go out and borrow it.
America is playing games, the dollar is not lame, they have plenty of it and you have to use the right play book to release it, the till is not dry, they have abundance falling from the sky.Zelinsky is a genius and he knows how to get the American dollar. America has the machine but Zelinsky has the dream.
America is a milking cow, milk is flowing everywhere so get your gallon bottle ready because America is going to make some people happy.
The Russian ruble is nuff but it cannot fill the hungry man’s gut, you have to have plenty of it to buy a decent American dish.
Get the paper on the machine under the guidance of the banking governor to fulfill your dreams. Just print what you need.
Come and buy
Fruits and vegetables from own garden
Best quality and most inexpensive items
Apples, Oranges, Bananas, Onions, Carrots and Potatos
Purchasers of my goods, I will give you some Plums for free
Come and buy from me
I have all the herbs you can imagine
Anise, Basil, Tarragon, Thyme, Coriander, Oregano,
Parsley, Rosemary, Cinnamon and Saffron
Fell how good it smells .......
If you wish, you may well get a taste
Come and buy
Here is the "real" goods for a cheap price
Adidas, Diesel, Bjorn Borg, Lacoste, Nike,
Jack & Jones, Gabba and Hugo Boss
Yes, the "real" goods and top quality
Try one as well, I will find a perfect fit for you
Come and buy from me
You need to buy one for your loved one
"Real gold and precious beautiful stones"
Beautiful work and see who it shines in the sun light
If you buy one you get the second for half price
Cheap, cheap .... What would you pay?
Give me a price you will pay...
So we`ll probably agree
Come and buy...... Cheap, cheap....
Turkey 04.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
The thing about writing songs .....
Eyebrow raiser
Paper eraser
Not gona pluck it out
and draw on in its place a
Eyebrow replacer
picture for the make up
Now she looking made up
Silly little witch
Silicone bits
prize
Half price
twice
Paid paper
p and rice
Playing the players
treat nice
and player haters
defeat guys
Lyrical rapist
How you rate this
Poetry status
writing weightless
rotary merry placements
void statements
the voice payments
Pace with no patients
Repeatedly til it set
Rolls Royce
the pavement
rollers flat the wet
hey no sweaty
sweets for heating
he meant eatin'
Lyrical link up
Clearing my drink up
Can’t think but...
Float
Clearing my drink
can’t think butt float
songs aren't really poetic are they
rhyme though a b r b ay o hey
put it to a beat it don't half bounce
read it think I smoked a half ounce
The ones they don't want,
the ones no longer needed...
are stuffed by senders, inside pretty balloons.
Blown up, then sold at half price to the breeze.
Their paths zigzagging crazily.
Some are found impaled on fences.
Others are bound for the holy grate.
Some are never found.
Others float gently back onto the concrete lap of the sender.
Asking through rubber lips and broken teeth,
"Was it all just a lavender lesson or just a black accident"?
In silence the senders perch,
replace all eyes with the eulogy of blackbirds.
Preparing another balloon to send them off ...again.
I guess that is their answer.
I remember the night of our anniversary so vividly.
Cyril, who locals call 'Cyril the Squirrel' because he's such a miser,
had just taken a seat at the next table with his date Muriel, the local gossip.
Muriel was clutching a wilted red rose that Cyril must have given her
I could clearly see a half price sticker on the wrapper
He really is so darn cheap!
Cyril sat drumming his fingers on the table whilst Muriel perused the menu.
"Hurry up and order, Muriel.
It's buy one, get one free if we order in the next five minutes," he barked!
The waitress arrived to take their order.
She didn't have a chance to say a word before Cyril declared,
“You certainly took your time.
Muriel tell the girl what you want and make it snappy or I’ll miss out on the special offer.”
Muriel ordered tomato soup followed by roast chicken.
“I’ll have the same," said Cyril.
“It will save on the cost if we both have identical meals.”
I was feeling sorry for Muriel when the soup arrived and I could hear Cyril twittering on.
“Hurry up and eat your soup, Muriel .
We can go dancing at the Palais ….
It’s free if we get in before seven o’clock.”
“OH I LOVE DANCING!
BUT NOT WITH A PENNY PINCHING SCROOGE LIKE YOU!" she screamed in annoyance.
The restaurant fell silent; all eyes turned to their table.
Muriel stood, tipped the bowl of soup in his lap,
and whacked him across the face with the limp rose.
"First and last date, Cyril, …
and it didn’t cost you a cent, after all MY meal was free!"
She turned on her heels and stormed out of the restaurant.
Cyril’s face went puce as he looked like he was going to explode.
I'm sure Muriel would head straight for the bingo hall to tell everyone about her first date with "the squirrel."
And by tomorrow, her disastrous date would be the talk of the town.
"Happy Anniversary, Honey,"
my husband whispered to me.
He looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Oh dear!
“We were so busy watching the floor show that we’ve missed the special offer!"
08-16-17
First Date Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
People started returning apples to my store.
Because of word of mouth, they don't want them anymore.
I got pretty irritated because of all of those returns.
People don't want my apples because they have worms.
People don't want them even though I've started selling them half price.
They don't want my apples because they're smart enough to think twice.
Some say an apple a day keeps the doctor away but I disagree.
Because if you eat one of my apples, a doctor is what you'll need.
I'm unhappy and if you could see my face right now, you would see a frown.
The health department just examined my apples and they've shut me down.
Doubts consumed me in the cold dark trench.
I trembled to cringe in the ring of pain.
Every eerie flinch of my soul feels the pinch.
Tattoo moments drawing circles in the rain.
Death carries away the memories for a while.
We have lost again the friends we cannot hide.
Tomorrow I will get up and put on a fake smile.
With sleepy eyes and butterflies flapping inside.
Heaven is now a vast distance between us.
A big and empty house filled with crushed feelings.
The shadowy figure of nostalgia gently brushes.
With lukewarm cold and hot flush gremlins.
Every day I am taken by the cunning surprise.
Promises, to crush void inside by my own pride.
I am half price, reduce to wearing a smaller size.
Standing beside the taller ones with a longer stride.
Tear filled eyes, hoarse voice, and scarred thighs.
As the chill winter voices cry unto the grey sky.
Stolen lies entrapped the late dipping butterflies.
Fireflies bathed themselves in my darkling agony.
The light of hope leaves me with darker hues.
Media piles on the existence with pointless clues.
Unfolding the latest news of all the battle bruises.
And I am left crush with more wounds and woes.
Too ancient among the solution for a new start.
Time gives another generation to reach further.
The ladder is getting thinner inside my heart.
But my destiny holds the reins a little firmer.
The ‘price of love’ rises just for one day of the year
Stick a cardboard heart on some merchandise - the price quadruples!
Every February we see ‘love’ lying in neat rows on the shop shelves
Cards, chocolates, flowers, perfume and cute fluffy toys
A sea of red roses that stretches as far as the eye can see
For some reason these roses are never Buy One Get One Free!!!!
The prices they charge rise quicker than a red heart shaped helium balloon
Yet on 15th February everything will be half price
Is this the price of true love or am I just a cynic?
I’ve never had a Valentine from my husband, or him from me
We don’t need to prove our love on just one day of the year
Jan Allison
3rd February 2016
One day while fishing Noah feels a tug upon his rod,
“I think I’ve caught a fish!” he yells, “Please, let it be a cod!”
He pulls his rod and reels his line to see what’s on the hook.
Then leans towards the sea so he can get a better look.
With wild excitement Noah peers to see what’s in the sea,
Then drops his tackle with a start, and turns around to flee.
The biggest shark that Noah’s ever seen is on the line,
It’s thrashing, pulling, chomping, chewing hard on Noah’s twine.
“Hey! You up there, how dare you! What on earth d’you think you’re doing?
Let me go at once or I promise you, this day you will be ruing!
I’ll beat you soundly; hard enough your eyes will soon be popping.
Now let me go so I can swim and get back to my shopping."
“Sharks don’t shop!” said Noah, “you just swim around and fight.
And when I’m swimming with my friends you give us all a fright.
We’re scared and try to run away but you guys bite our legs,"
Says the shark "I'm shopping, honestly. Look, here's a dozen eggs.
And here's a nice new dress I found. I think it will look nice
With these red boots from Dover Soles. I bought them at half price.
What about this perfume? Take a sniff it's Chanel 5.
Do you like it? Try some on your wrist. It makes me feel alive!"
So Noah holds his arm out to receive a squirt of scent.
And the shark bites through his elbow just right where his arm is bent.
"You rotter!" Noah screams, "you ate my arm, oh why, oh why?"
"All that shopping made me hungry" says the shark, "so long, goodbye!"