Short Thrift Poems

old photographs
lifetime
thrift store...

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Guitar
missing one string
thrift shop...

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no G string
Thrift Shop Guitar
1520 songs out...

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finding treasure
at the thrift store
discarded library books...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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We bought the get-up
at the local thrift store.
 
I elected to dress like a cop,
much to the amusement
of the female Dollar Store employees
who whistled and made comments
about me being a stripper,
 when we came through
the checkout line....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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?...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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