Short Sell Poems
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your pride your gold
good to be bold
don't be weak
you must speak
draw a line where you fold
DON'T SELL YOUR SOUL
I’ve brought my flesh to sell
Where are you, butcher?
pick as much as you like
but leave skeletons for me
grandchildren will use them
from heaven he fell
to devil his soul did sell
home is now in hell
Trump raised much static
behavior was erratic
truly dumb tactic
life saving vaccine is formulated from embryonic stem cells
25th August 2020
For Silent One's Contest
When Things Go Wrong Monoku
we got locked up
stuff and cuess
it was by sungun
who try tomake us run
yes we ring the bell
cause it was hell
sitting
in a
FREEDOM JAIL SELL
life is tough
very rough
some time
kept this in mind
this for world wide
take god by your side
let him be your guild
make him your gold
DON'T SELL YOUR SOUL
i would sell my soul to be good so many thoughts arise when the sun sets it's just me and my reflection i tell her „it's not your fault you are just a child" and she stares back empty gaze and foreign face
This girl treats me like a toy to a child
Worshipped like gold then I'm just ignored for a while
Most guys create trust issues like crushed tissues
Got these girls bawling all the time so scared of being used
the garage sale sellers could not get rid of the bike
It takes a certain person, two actually, said Mike
It was a tandem bike, they could not sell that day
Until a giraffe family came by and happily rode it away.
The world is full to overflowing
With those who only care
To sell themselves.
Everywhere you look
Everywhere you turn
The tired old wares
Of ego hang
For all to see.
They think they are flowers
But they’re attracting no bees.
(5/17/26)
Mei-Ling was known to kiss and tell
Got worse when she wed Me Hung Well
With the power of thought
Set to give what he ought
And spent all night ringing her bell.
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5 November 2018
Inspired by Jan Allison's limerick, "His gift it needed a lift".
insane
refrain
replete
repeat
resend
no end
again
amen
reink
don’t blink
retell
soft sell
insane
refrain
replete
repeat
resend
no end
again
amen
reink
don’t blink
retell
soft sell
3/3/2018
Home Depot does not sell azure paint.
No. They do have Morning Sky,
Tropical Lagoon, Morning Breeze,
Ocean Cruise, Cozumel, Empress Teal,
Almost Aqua, and Navy. But no azure.
No cyan, either. No plain ol' blue.
I will take my verdant money elsewhere.
Home Depot should be more poet friendly.
r ~ 4/29/14
Hey, killer, you've slain a cow
It's been swiftly slaughtered, cooked, and now
You stick your knife's blade deep into that hunk of meat
Bloody juice rushes forth, so thick it coagulates, red as a beet
How much more of this gore can you possibly take?
No wonder they say: Sell the sizzle, not the steak!
If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list
My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies
My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist
Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts
For the contest by SKAT
9/6/12
There’s so many to see
Pretty girls
Only needing a line
To tease
Come on now
Come with me
Cut the line and be real
With me
I ain’t lying
I ain’t lying
I ain’t playing games
So cut the line and tease
Feel free to please
Sell me your heart
In the back seat
I won’t tell how cheap
Let’s get it on now
Sell me your heart
In the back seat
Day after day
And year after year,
As our life's stroll
Is being unfolded,
And our story is being told,
May we continue to be bold.
If we have to stand alone,
By God's unfailing grace,
May we bow to Him alone.
May we not allow our hearts
to grow bitter and cold. And may
we neither sell our souls to the Devil
nor to the highest bidder.
090924PS
whatever you do
don’t lose that edge
the one that
makes you different
and unique
stay true to who you are
don’t give in
be fiercely
independent
whatever you do
don’t lose
what makes you you
it’s your gift to the world
it’s your claim
to greatness
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~STAY TRUE~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
You are not a genie, and you have no magic
But maybe you can sell me just a single wish
You can help me find the nerve
Help me tell that woman that I love her
It may not make a difference
She may not see me standing before her
But then again, she may
And that single wish you sold me
Well, it would make my life so much better
© Poem XXII/X/MMXXV
LRET
an hour farther...
(and, two farts uneven)
hollowed be my gain...
my biking done...
in a...
sky of sun...
as unearthed...
(and it be more even)
live as this day be an...
hour of daily-bread...
for gifts and...
as our trash passes....
forgive trash others pass
(a gain for us)
we leave knots of temptation
but as livers can't even all
(ah man : )
stan
I rather sell my soul,
Then giving my heart,
To you,
Because if I do,
I know that I would be hurting,
Aching,
To leave,
You,
But your persuasive words,
Would keep me in check,
So I would have to deal with the wreck,
Between the two parts,
Of my love,
My heart,
And even though,
I know,
This information,
I will still try to go out with you,
Even if it turns into a big situation.
I never thought to be unkind
Though I can see many kinds
Humankind are born free
They are selling people free
Many people are selling fish
Some are selfish
I wonder why there are savages
There are still hypocrites
And forever be always
Empty feeling
Killing people they don't like
They don't love the mother earth
That caresses and nurtured them
Thought them to care others
In-flight Airasia
Want someone who’s good?
Can help your company make sale?
I could sell milk to a cow,
and for free I’d chuck in the pail.
I can make a pigeon buy scraps,
a snake part money for venom;
I am the silver-tongued cheque with a grin
who persuaded jeans to shop for denim.
So, you need some success?
Change that red line to black?
A leopard would order spots from me,
I’m not a run of the mill old hack.
The Gonja man said to me
“It’s raining while the sun shines”
My guest appeared bemused
I had heard it before
We both surveyed the wasted landscape
The rivers filled with green slime
The potholes like staircases
The workers covered in clay
Golden like the gem they seek
To our left they hummed a tune
“Galamsey! Galamsey! …”
I whispered to my companion
There’s got to be a better song than that
Then we walked away
Myrtle was a wise woman with the soul of many.
We watched and marveled, she seemed about twenty.
How does she stay young? A young stranger asked me.
She drinks the wine from the Sugar Nut Tree.
Where do I find it? Stranger asked, wanting to know.
It is found on January sixteenth, under six feet of snow.
Is it everywhere or just where the snow is deep and blue?
We were on a roll, so I said “I have a bridge to sell you.”