Short Buyers Poems
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Old Father Time offered for sale
Used scythes Death designed to impale
The demos were free
But if you ask me
Those buyers looked woefully pale!
Panic buyers have stopped dropping by
To sit on my lap and have a cry
I did what I could
For the public good
But they sure left a mess on my fly!
With a special ink I make my uniique mark
My signature appears engraved like bark
When buyers see this, there is a riot.
My newest painting is toast - no one will buy it.
In business, when the
buyers threatened the sellers with
guns for cheap prices,
it is robbery.
buyers are bands of dangerous
crooks and robbers.
August 5/2023
Laughter,
Smiles,
Tears of endless,
Frown,
Sadness peels,
Raws the heart,
Opening up the soul,
During the reading-
Book buyers,
In emotional melody tune with the poet.
Form:
Chimps can't see color like you and me
Sadly, only in shades of grey do they see
But paintings by chimps
Buyers love the tints
As for me, I can't stop giggling at the absurdity
And yet
Another one
Has been written
When will
I be done
With writing
And start selling
Well I,
I don’t think
That day
Will ever come
So on I write
In spite the
Absence
Of buyers
Walmart's single most popular item is bananas
Noticed a large number of buyers have real hairy asses
Is there a correlation
That causes vibrations
Actually, when I pass trees, I emote happy gasses
Forget about mortgage or rent.
These days with our paychecks fast spent,
In the future I see
The hot question will be. . .
How much for one BIG sturdy tent?
For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest: Economic Woes Limerick
On City sidewalk corners
stands anger,
Desperation and Pain.
Buyers, Sellers, Pushers!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
stop; look around
faceless stranger lays dead.
I calmly walk away.
Pieces of me dripping
into the river of unrest
Form:
Thursday is turkey.
That's always a fave.
So, onto black Friday.
A seventytwo hour craze.
Then cyber tiger.
Buyers on waves.
Flight on a red eye.
I was close to malaise.
But, dontcha just love'em.
Cause it's the holidays.
Synthesis of minerals
dug up from mother earth
Combine with metals rare
that promise to give birth
to headlines seldom seen
for scientific stars…
jaded artists hawk their wares
wistful buyers beware
WHAT'S THE DOOR TO THE 4TH FLOOR CONCEALING.
WHAT SECRET INSIDE NEEDS REVEALING .
POTENTIAL NEW BUYERS
WON'T GET JUNK-MAIL OR FLYERS
AS IT'S ALSO THE 3RD FLOOR'S OLD CEILING .
Entry for Craig's " 4th floor to nowhere " contest .
There was a young lady from Wellers
Most popular with all the fellers
I said," How do you do it?"
She said,"There's nothin' to it"
"I sort them by buyers and sellers."
8-30-2020
Contest: Limerick Fun
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllable Counter
Syllables Per Line: 9 9 7 7 9
Fishing
The sea is turquoise
ships are clouds in the sky.
On the pier headless dolphins
side by side
Music in the air.
Children slide on gore.
shouting sellers
argumentative buyers.
a cacophony of humanity.
Bless this day.
This moment.
God is good here is food for all.
Shares of compliments soar higher
as sellers find eager buyers
Insults plunge to record lows
be they poetry or prose
Shall we see the return of sanity
~ the end of slurs and profanity
Red roses today are on sale;
For Valentine’s Day they won’t fail
To impress all the gals
Who are more than just pals
And a hint of romance will prevail.
But the sign announced 55 bucks
For these flowers considered deluxe.
Maybe buyers don’t care
But to many folks, they’re
Just a rip-off for V-Day, which sucks.
Awakened by sun
knocking on lids
savoring chatter of
stone lipped fountain
and happy voices
of buyers and sellers
tip tapping downhill
from the market
carrying home
their fare
the humble survivors
of a race
drowned in blood
blackened in ashes…
The flash!
A brand new earth
and another chance
at starting again.
The lion paws around
his cage of a life.
The old kingdom has ruined;
being stolen of a king
He and his rock
lay in the sun
across from a highway.
They tell him it's a new frontier.
A frontier with no plains
no rush, no pride.
Spectators shuffle in,
to catch his roar.
He and his rock
lay motionless
as the ticket buyers complain.
Underworld gangs are brothels.
Gangsters working in there are sex workers.
Politicians are the clients(Buyers)of these sex workers.
DON is the(NAIKA)of these sex workers.
Police works as a Pimp and law enforcement agencies
are the spectators and have worn bangles,
ghangri chola,bra,and have become transgender...
Note.My wife is a hooker..
Wheelbarrow cat was the garden overseer
Sitting above the plants year after year
When buyers got closer, she would disappear
Her owner never put her seat into gear
She loved the butterflies with their wings so sheer
Tried to bat them away when they got near
Garden gnomes let out a thunderous cheer
When the Germans brought out their exotic beer
Farmers, too, might not escape hell
For acting Bad Drama too well,
Price of oil raising as they sell
Daring one to on TV tell...
Nigerian Farmers for hell,
Their forests for now Tortoise Shell
Their bank account something to swell
Cool Six Zeroes they want to smell
But, at last, with Satan in cell...
Edible oil now expensive,
Buyers now pick it, looks pensive
The car's engine Fred often fires.
He. simply, first checks the car's tires
And off moves, tires spitting fires:
Tubular rollers end up criers;
Traffic wardens with their "Stop!" liars:
Fred at what he loves never tires!
The strength Free Fred uses he hires
From booze and kola sold by Mires...
After three months Fred's Benz for buyers!
Often worse than cars long in mires.
Max is back in his favorite chair.
I mended the chew with scotch tape.
Waiting for curious buyers to buy,
My beautiful things for the sale.
As I also wait for rain, I write.
I let the dogs enjoy the fresh air.
Three people stopped by, bought.
I put back for me and my children.
I called a cab, he loads donations
Into his van. Off we go for drop,
And get gas for my little gold car.
Unique the poet-
Compare to the average readers,
Yet ,
Both are common,
Human race.
Basic emotions,
All do have,
No escape.
Exploring entire realms of the house of soul,
Writer must seek,
Touching the book buyers of today.
Every emotion has it moment of glory in season writing.
Due time,
Never know,
Poetess may greatly influence every reader,
Astonishment of awe in one life moment.
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