Short Thrift Poems
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A poem's a precious gift
for those who value thrift
A treasure of pith and brevity ~
respite from volumes' longevity
if you don't know
here's where to go
tho its hand me down
they at around
mabe in you block
there is a good lot
AT THE
THRIFT SHOP
A party was held for wife swapping
But so many bellies were flopping
The wives searched in vain
For something to gain
As any big deal spurs thrift shopping!
Bought nine notebooks from a thrift store
they were cheap, sure, but something more
they smelled like lilac’s form an old lady’s house
an aroma that doesn’t make me gag or grouse
Wearing just mask, gloves and a Yankees cap
The POTUS went shopping, caused quite a flap
Bought himself a small gift
Ever practicing thrift ~
A teeny-weeny bikini, sans straps
Old Family Photo Album
Family photo album
The entire family is long deceased
Album ends up in a thrift store
Full of beautiful family photos and history
Sits on shelf unsold
Gathering dust
Government wish
Poverty wane
This afternoon.
Run out of rice
I put bucket
Enough to eat.
Spring come must
Thrift amount food
Live within week.
Wish the debtor
Not come and lift
Pass usury.
Your name brand controversy is well publicized
I like to buy my drama from thrift stores
Where I get it for a dollar or less
So, I’m not wasting anytime
Or money on my problems
Go on and splurge
You’re out of luck and out of riches
Form:
Tale
Works sale
That prevails
Thought
Weaves plot
In sweet spot
Lines
Like wine
Now entwine
Sense
Sparks tense
Beyond dense
Joy
Frees ploy
In odd toy
Brief
Is grief
In sure thrift
Leon Enriquez
24 October 2015
Singapore
Increase this peace, Entreat this thrift,
Enstill this milf, Reveal this ease,
Release this miss, Never refute this
pen, Eighteen cornseeds eaten by the
hen, Instilled by our zen, Those
seventh heights well learned, These
salient words very well earned; Selah.
The Sage
I went to the BIG
bookstore and read
poetry by every author
that has been published.
Now, I can imitate them.
I can write you poetry.
I can give you a page of
thrift shop words—words
that belonged to someone else.
Please take them.
Hold on to them.
Hold on to me.
Soon, I will suffocate
you with my own words.
There once was an old man in Madras,
he did never ride a city bus,
walked to work saved money
for one joyful journey,
when time came forgot where money was.
July 1, 2019
Syllable count : 9/9/6/6/9
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Humorous Limerick
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
One life you gave me as a gift,
And yet I never knew
That I could ever show less thrift
With love where it was due.
For all I have, I am in debt
To many, though to you
I am obliged enough to let
Your hopeful dreams accrue.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
If 'tis a fright, you so desire
Then I shall give thee words most dire
It's of a group that's filled with ire
Towards the common thrift-shop buyer
For what these shoppers do admire
Is lower cost, and not these higher
Prices that plague the attire
Of this group we deem a liar
Behold, the brand name clothing supplier!
Listen to her sing
Shameless
Wearing the dress
I got her years ago
From a thrift store
In Vegas
It's yellow and red
Its awful
She pulls it off
Shameless though
Inspiring as she sings
The song is so bad
The Shame Song
By Alexandra Blakely
She starts undressing
And moving towards me
I feel my face turn red
And she disappears
Creative Christmas Candy Canes
Crunch cinnamon crusts
Chasing and carousing,
Curious cousins with cruising curiosity
Searching for Spend-thrift Santa
Singing Silver Bells,
Sugar Plum Sensitivity
Sashaying and swishing across stage
Lots of lively laughter
Luxurious lighting
Light hearted loveliness
Looking toward next year’s Christmas
A Gentleman's Trappings
Crisply pressed suits hang in a dark closet
Starched white shirts lie untouched in dresser drawers
Bland ties hang limply awaiting his touch
Highly shined black shoes and socks neatly arranged
These trappings of a gentleman gone to the grave
All waiting to be claimed by the Good Will thrift store
Copyright ©2008 Don Tyson
I used to have a huge appetite for shopping
Would purchase things I rarely or never used
Accumulated a houseful of rare junk
Needless items that fit nowhere and no one
Time-wasting at thrift stores, garage sales and malls
Easy to do
Delighted in this idiocy
I somehow outgrew this habit eventually
Time showed me other things to do; new avenues of delight
Her life has been progressively sad
Day to day stuff perpetually bad
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
She bought glass slippers at the thrift store
Cannot keep pretending they fit any more
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
Her prince is not coming. Dreams not for likes of she.
Angel masks depression, where can she be?
Where is her fairy godmother we ask?
There's a little white Methodist church in town,
That acts like a beacon to all those around.
They do weekly community dinners,
That are for the saints as well as sinners.
Some of the ladies operate a little thrift store,
Helping others like I have never seen before.
They visit the sick and make sure they have what they need,
Living for Christ and doing good deeds.
I waited for love
Literally staying up
Moments after chasing bucks
I’ll FaceTime you a bunch of times
You gave me butterflies
at first I seen the worm in the apple
So I didn’t appreciate you when I had you
Now I’m decreasing my value
Women see I trashed gold
Now all the kids that thrift
gain opportunities to double bag
a queen in plain clothes
Every 6 months I change phones
When it is past three in the morning
and you see it blinking in red digital numerals,
and when you feel older than death itself,
then you curl at the corners of your life
like that threadbare rug
you sent to the thrift shop
or the mask the devil wears on Sundays.
Fraying your threads
in the dead-end of the sheets
only the sweat of a forgotten dream
binding you to a silent ticking.
At school played silly truancy,
Back came with hateful pregnancy!
She’d just intended The Irksome.
For being by custom troublesome’….
But it was all too venturesome,
Beauty giving a son handsome
Plus one more prize – The Sad Gift:
From school Owner did her lift;
From the rest permanent shift,
Official reason: ‘Spend thrift’…
Never again be present,
As he would her sight resent.
She bought the novel for a buck
In a thrift store where she'd been
From the first page so engaged
She lived and breathed it in
So enthralled by script scrawled
In ink on tattered pages
She knew not, of when or what
Advanced her real life stages
Make no mistake the books embrace
Filled the void she felt before
But dropped her guard against the evil
That slithered through her unlocked door
Spending My Income Tax Refund
By Elton Camp
For one like me, who to save lacks the thrift,
An annual income tax refund seems like a gift
In other years, there’s been no reason why
That something a bit special I couldn’t buy
An otherwise unaffordable gift for my wife
Or a vacation to relieve the monotony of life
This time the decision has been made for me
For it will go right into the gas pump, you see