Long Wallets Poems

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Premium Member The Pickpocket's Ball

Welcome to the pickpocket’s ball,
Where thousands come to see the ball fall.
Packed in Times Square to welcome a new year in;
On the faces of petty thieves are plenty of grins.

Revelers smashed like a can of sardines,
With Artful Dodgers sandwiched in between.
Slipping hands into pockets to see what they find,
Their victims only have celebration in mind.

Wallets and checkbooks, a credit card or two;
Passports and cash, Broadway tickets from a few;
All make the booty of the pickpocket tonight -
New Year’s Eve a festive delight.

So if you feel the need to experience Time Square
Heed this warning and please be aware
That amongst this crowd doing the New Year’s Eve dance
There are a few crooks among them with a hand in your pants.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member So Spake Simple Simon

The fair was filled with pies of every sort,
And Simon longed to taste a single slice.
Approaching the pie baker with a snort,
And begged for food without proper price.

The baker sneered, "Your coin must first suffice,
Before you bite this golden, flaky crust."
But Simon smiled and gave some odd advice:
"True wealth is found in starlight, not in dust!"

The crowded marketplace began to trust
The penniless philosopher’s strange scheme.
They threw away their wallets in disgust,
To chase after a wild, pastry baked dream.

Thus Simon ate for free while others prayed,
By selling nonsense, all his debts were paid.
Form: Sonnet

In Autumn

In Autumn

In Autumn pumpkins hang out in 
hedge mazes, corn visits wreathes in
Finland, spices go to 
music festivals, photos of 
chestnuts do 
the splits, marsh mellows make 
prank calls, haunted houses tailgate 
tourist buses and 
fire trucks and 
ambulances, porcupines stop 
thinking, umbrellas talk 
24/7, squirrels read 
encyclopaedias, jam people pretend 
to be dead, candle people pretend 
to be deaf, scarves wear 
boots, maple syrup gurgle 
nursery rhymes, hens learn to 
play the 
banjo, chickens lay 
cell phones, cherries chase after 
bunnies, cupcakes plant 
trees, wallets take out 
the garbage, and
mittens dip themselves in 
cream cheese.

Premium Member Seasons-Footle Haibuns

Autumn

Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.

Leaves bold
Wise, old

Winter

Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.

Lets go
New show

Spring

New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.

Face crib
Ad lib

Summer

Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.

Emotes
Devotes
Form: Footle

Premium Member Life Story of a Coin

I’d like to tell you a short story of me, 
From being important to being alone.
Like when I was in the middle of the stadium, 
And I was the one that was thrown.

When I was new, I was clean, I was shiny, 
And I held everyone by the hand.
And I was the most important friend to the kids, 
My value they could all understand.

I’ve traveled the country so many times, 
In pockets, wallets, purses, and back packs.
And I’ve been through every poker machine, 
And used in games of blackjack.

I spent years in the bottom of a sealed up coin box, 
And under the mat in the car.
And I’ve been in every donation tin, 
And in every work office coin jar.

But at last my life of being valued has changed,
I’m out of circulation as of today.
I’m now important in this glass sealed cabinet,
A member of a coin collection forever on display.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Either Or

Cows give milk, also 'wallets' sewn from leather 
'shoes' accent her dress, 'Hide's' cover her body
in northern freezing weather...
          USDA protects everybody

Beef prepared, served as a main course
should be shared somewhere with your buddy
family or friends, perhaps any somebody
especially when smothered in steak sauce

Lobster you eat I adore
this Poem I scribe, for nutrition to explore
scientists observe shellfish close, daily
lobsters fight, a victor will mate, Olay!

Scientist, those fishermen, do monitor count
then will return females, increase their amount
large ones will not be placed on a menu
nutritionist catalog value, appointment venue

having read that interesting message at-top
good decision, you will decide, as you shop
for your 'Maine Lobster' is truly to be loved
dipped in butter, healthier than our cow above
Form: Rhyme

System

They'll poison our food,
And they'll poison what we drink. 
Don't think into that though, 
That mountain's too steep.

They'll push promiscuity, and play on our subconscious. 
Don't think our wives are attractive, but stay
Eye-Boggling at strangers, who are simple minded and Ferocious... Ly picking at us, 

Primitively,  Primarily, It hits us.
They want your time, your attention, and all of your mind.

Their message, sit still, consume more, get bigger.
The unhealthier and more disconnected we are... Their wallets never wear thinner.

"We'll give you everything," said the world. 
They shove it down our throats.

"Don't move until you reach the gym," but will push the algorithm at you, watch about it, and don't go. 

Everything is where you are...
Why would you need to try? 

To self actualise, to understand...

They are intent on poisoning our minds.

Not just yours, our children's, our sons and our daughters.

Identifying as cats and line our children up for vaccination like cattle waiting for slaughter.

Understanding this world, exposing it and educating our youth is how we are already winning, despite what they know is best.

Parents who see the agenda, see what was forced onto them...

And who say no with their entire chest.



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Recieved this morning... Then written - MD 29/1/26
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Yet Another Politician

Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.

Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.

Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.

When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.

We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.

What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.

As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.

Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.

We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.
Form: Quatrain

Dream Date - Perfect Woman - Didactic

Dream Date – Perfect Woman - Didactic

I like a woman with a pulse
Not too strong though
Competition frightens me
She should come from parents, (maybe two)
Not hatched from an egg
Skin of seasoned leather with cratered face 
If her leg is missing, left or right, that’s ok
As long as she has one to hop away
Crime should always be on her mind
Stealing wallets and purses makes her perfect
I don’t like to work so there must be a career girl lurking
The perfect woman carries her own paper bags
For her face while making love and robbing banks
I want a girl who comes with her own card board box for two
A place that we call home
If she is psychotic that’s fine too
A girl with stinky feet and monster tattoos will do
And takes a butcher knife to bed when day is done
I like adventure


11/21/14 "Didactic Poem" Poetry Contest
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Onward Christian Soldiers

Onward Christian soldiers
Marching off to prayer
Making sure your wallets
no one at all will share

Onward then, ye Christians
as atheists help the poor
blend you prayers with hypocrisy
as the lord closes all your doors

Christ may not be handicapped
he sure as hell isn't blind
stop playing life's lotteries
give food and love, be kind

At the  malls small book shop
Satan's hosts and Christians flee
Hells foundations support not
ignore poor and needy brothers pleas

Onward Christian soldiers
copper pennies are your reward
Just remember the cross of Jesus
was constructed by the poor
Form: Lyric

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