Pittance
Nary a pound a penny a pittance not.
Many a scoundrel will take what you've got.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Profit
Weather a penny or it is a pound,
a profit’s a profit when it is found.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
A burger with fries that are fit for a king
That's not gonna lose weight you big ding a-ling
For a slimmer bod
Give a negative nod
No junk food, you'll be a 98 pound weakling
Such great insight, from Ezra Pound.'
Concise; and yet? Fantastic.!
Truly sound' at this current time he is
Fully in stride, voicing all the insanitys.'
So should we? ignore him?
Then its 'woe betide.!
someone's left behinds
forgotten over time
now my forever pet
Ten pound weights,
of encouragement,
uplifting smiles,
curl,
extend,
as fingers unwind,
and
romanticize.
Felicitous lips,
the story of joy
explored
with
double dutch
jump.
Flickers of
childhood light,
that of
a born again
saint.
Cash into my hands,
at Christmas time,
as my smile
made her smile.
I passed on
the bills
to my child,
who needed it more.
Pass your smile
around the world;
the pine lit up
with ethereal light.
Humans
can be rich
and kind.
Minimalistic Ezra Pound
also wrote poetry most profound
but in his 'Station Metro' verse
he pared&pared to make it terse
Living in one
renting the other
Owning them both
then to discover
As owner I’m captive
the tenant is free
In debt to the banker
—remortgaging me
(The New Room: January, 2024)
He's an elder now so don't dare forget.
He has special needs and they need to be met..
Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat down,
or he'll gulp too much water and in urine you'll drown..
Never was a barker but now lets you know.
Better pay attention or he'll just let it flow..
The laminated flooring makes his joints ouch and
his old bones can no longer reach the soft couch.
He needs carpeting or bedding to lie down and slouch..
Those short walks are great but his back legs go out.
Make sure it's flat surfaces with no hills to mount..
A breakfast and a dinner, let his nose lead the way,
and this 120 pd dog is happy and sleeps the rest of his day.
Said emerald isle im sinking
the weight is culpable
hope and glory all gone
the tent cities array in London,
chewing the remnant of greatness
selling england by the pound
digest the news
the politicians have asundered
their nuances
first failed, they now kick in their equity cards
into the world of tv news
who tease the teasel
in this merry go around
sun tanned unevenly, foxed
grimy fingers caress bruising
pounded by day's narration
churlish in onyx, was its hint
over feathered combs, see,
of flicked, creased pages
buried, stained words
were never read
while cold rooms grow colder
an author's sweat for nothing
stemmed the reader's keen
though skimmed at best
and your dilated pupils
captured out-of-breath palates
so I travelled second hand
yesterday, for just over a quid
The Ball My Feat, .... The Snowflakes, Pound!
That Winter White Covered The Ground!
A Bouncing Speed, Of Skipps And Strides,
Till Spring Time's Green's
Along Beside!
And Now We're Rolling On That Spring Time's Beat!
We're Rolling, ... Like You Can't Believe!
About's The Springtime's Beat, Is What Our Leg's .... Now Bring!!
Ezra Pound 'In the station of the Metro'
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Idaho's Ezra Pound
with Canto did astound
He began as an imagist theorist
with the genre did not persist
Struggles, starving to loss every pound
Wishing my pants would start to fall down
Weighing myself everyday
Hoping a pound has gone away
At the gym everyday
Exercising, sweating paving the way
Once again praying
Pounds are not staying
Standing on the scale
Dreading the weighing
Dreams of clothes fitting right
Hugging my body tight
Cookies, cake, your mouth is watering, your will is weak
Your tummy is growling, like you have not ate in a week
My mind, my heart are not at rest
As I put my body through this test
Will I raise, will I fall
Can’t I lose a pound at all
Off to the mail I will go
To buy myself all new clothes
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