Short Peddled Poems
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Karma and Charisma
couldn’t be more unlike
Charisma peddled effortlessly
Karma fell off his bike
A sly squirrel peddled bright tulips with glee,
But his cash stash was shady as can be.
The IRS came—what a fright!
He buried his bucks overnight,
Now he’s rich… in acorns, tax-free!
A leprechaun’s pot held no gold
Just vaccine of value untold
He peddled injections
Stopped Covid infections
But still has no shot for a cold
February 24, 2021
For Milton's St. Patrick's Day Limerick contest
Once came a smart tinker to Baltimore
He peddled his pots near a dry-goods store
He hawked them all in one day
For whatever folks would pay
Then hurriedly left and came back with more.
written January 19, 2022
Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
Colored logarithmically
And perceived equivocally
Expression mere epitaph
Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts
Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth
- Mark Time -
Hermetically sealed
Peddled for a dime
We hunger for wonder
When appease is the disease.
Fill to the gill with swill and still
miss the bliss.
Settle for what’s peddled
Yet crave beyond the grave.
Beware of despair
And reverse the curse.
Hold out for the knock out.
Don’t compromise for the downsize.
And look crosswise when you surmise your demise.
The miracle is in the spiritual.
Not the estate we await.
I peddled papers that cost just a dime
In my baskets that rode on balloon tires so fine
Made some tips, about four of five bucks
birds spread the news too, so do all the ducks
do you think that they are in the choir
they entertain you for free and not for hire.
going to the ball game cost you a days pay
innings are long, food is bad, so you don’t stay
where can you go and become amused
best things in life are free, and a dime for the news
I peddled a song round the streets
And found that not many were keen
The solemn church bell or the shout of cannon
Or at least the selfseeking drone
Of selling and buying and lying down prone
Was more to their taste
In haste I switched wares
And peddled long shares
Making over the song
To the young fool who happened along
I hear he has gone to the desert and sings
The same song and lo and behold
It ‘s breaking the heart in the young and the old