autumn in full swing
Christmas being overswung
a big retail axe
gashing pocketbooks early
will pause on the thirty first
Categories:
pocketbooks, autumn, christmas, october,
Form: Tanka
SOMETIME HOPE
Sometime in an epoch not too distant from here
Where seas are calmer and people care about each other
And not their pocketbooks or bank accounts
We will have peace
Somewhere in time there may be absolution
but not if it is dreamt of by misanthropes
who begin wars and make victims of us all
yet, even then, the dream of peace will continue
At times when the wind blows cirrus clouds across gray skies
my mind finds hope in that place of peaceful solace within me
that strangely hides in plain sight
like the aged waiting for their daily walk
As adults, we also wait for hope to take us on our daily traipsing
through imaginings of wordy minefields to help us know ourselves
to grasp the essence destruction of war ingrained in us
but our future is out there for us to make better or not
The question is, do we have the intelligence and compassion
required to survive our own conflicted selves?
hope is embedded deep in our core
as adults we use the idea of hope as children do the myth of Santa Claus
But hope is more than a myth; it is our lifeline to the stars.
Categories:
pocketbooks, hope,
Form: Free verse
Our knees freely sweat
and our hearts go thump
For a fetching feline
we plunge deep into debt
We think we're so macho
nerves and muscles of steel
Truth is we're like putty
in the path of high heels
They're stronger than we are
That much I'll concede...
But why must they make
our pocketbooks bleed
Categories:
pocketbooks, beauty, men, money, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Clean your house out – ditch the past!
Get rid of all that you’ve amassed.
VHS tapes and cassettes,
Toys and trophies – no regrets!
Old TVs with bulging backs,
Books you’ve read (piled up in stacks);
Souvenirs from every tour,
Blinds and shades (passe décor).
Piggy banks and pocketbooks,
Earrings meant for younger looks,
Even bunkbeds not in use
Must be gone – there’s no excuse!
Go through closets, clear each shelf
Of former versions of yourself.
Time to bid these things goodbye;
Make it easy when you die.
Categories:
pocketbooks, change,
Form: Rhyme
Outside, many people’s masks
Are draped below their chins
Or wrapped around their upper arms
Or stuck to clothes with pins.
A special necklace keeps them
Hanging down along the chest,
While some are stuck in pockets
Or in pocketbooks, at rest.
For those whose masks are waiting
‘Til their owners go inside,
The fact that they’re available
Means savvy is implied.
No matter where they’re carried
When they aren’t on a face
Beats the ones who will not wear them,
Whose denial’s a disgrace.
Categories:
pocketbooks, people,
Form: Rhyme
“Some judge by looks forgetting what they have in their pocketbooks”
Categories:
pocketbooks, money,
Form: Free verse
Who's that knocking on our door tonight?
Debt collectors, (those pests that we've ignored)
Yuletide woes being sung by my spouse
as we pull shades, and douse the lights!
Everyone knows a turkey and some mistletoe
could help to make the season bright
But we'll be eating pork and beans, 'cause our pocketbooks are lean
Oh! We're out of Tums!!......The house could blow tonight !!!
They say that Santa's on his way
But our petty cash won't jingle much today
So this mother hen is going to cry
Because her hungry chicks won't have an egg to fry!
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase....
To folks from one to ninety two
If the recession....is behind your depression...
Merry Christmas .. You're not alone!
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(Lyrics written to the tune "The Christmas Song" Written by Mel Torme)
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Categories:
pocketbooks, christmas, funny, money, music,
Form: Lyric
Tranquil
holidays
Avoiding stress
while pocketbooks are stretched
Desired
Lost are
the reasons
Gifting frenzies
trying to top last year
Engorged
©Debra Squyres
Categories:
pocketbooks, holiday, stress,
Form: Cinqku
C oronation of lights
H eralding holiday rites
R inging bells guests invite
I llumined halls festivities incite
S ongs of carolers enliven dark night
T ales of Christmas ghosts by candlelight
M aterial aspirations pocketbooks slight
A ltruistic gestures to those with poorer plight
S piced nog, decorative cookies palates delight
Categories:
pocketbooks, holiday
Form: Acrostic
There is a stranger leaning against the light post
And a black cat on the stoop.
A shadow in the window
And a menacing laugh swirling in the breeze.
Everything I see is in black and white
And there are no flowers or smiles to be seen.
What is this place, and what has happened here?
But I know the answer.
This is my home, after it was taken over
by the Dark One.
He has banished all color,
forbidden all happiness,
and emptied our pocketbooks.
So now we, who were once happy and employed
are no miserable and unemployed,
With just barely enough pennies to pay the bills.
But the Dark One doesn't care;
He'll continue to take over,
until we are all on our knees in the street
Begging for mercy and lower taxes.
Because we all hate the Dark One
who has intruded our lives and broken into our homes.
The Dark One is most unwelcome.
The Dark One is the Great Depression.
Categories:
pocketbooks, depression, history, life, mystery,
Form: I do not know?