Short Trade Poems
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Trick a toad to tread
a taut rope, A hippo to
hop a hula hoop!
"Haiku#1" contest by Poet Destroyer A
its the deal
the trade meal
can be
you see
a part so make start
and sell you might do well
earn more and more
at the
TRADE SHOW
my love shines on you
a spiritual exchange
desire shines on me
give yourself to me
you can have anything you want
except your freedom
His narcissism’s off the charts
Only psychos say he’s got smarts
This china shop bull
Sells shopping carts full
Of shlock from his rear-facing parts
LOT UP TO DOUG FORD
SAYS A DEAL WE CAN AFFORD
OR CUT DOWN WITH SWORD
A TRADE DEAL MAYBE
US BOOZE BACK ON SHELVES I SEE
JUST LEAVE THAT STUFF BE
I kiss you not,
Sweet Jesus,
Upon your flesh
I kiss you not,
For I am weak
Broken by
This seed
Of grief
Why did I
Trade you
For this
Bag of gold
Sheep that follow leaders and wear wool,
sadly, often don't live a life that's full
before the part of them that does remain
trades in their wool for cellophane.
a lifetime
of stuff
i would
trade it all
for freedom
for time
for open fields
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~DARK CLOUDS~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2021
Trump says, "Trade Wars are easy to win!"
To be sure, Trump will tweet that again
So far Trump has lost
And can't count the cost
But you will when the grandkids move in!
Cindy, Cindy Cinderella
When it was windy-windy
Ventured forth with umbrella
Was it made in Chiny-Chiny or Indy-Indy?
Had the umbrella been stronger
This poem might have been longer
my old sports car’s
fun, eye-catching plates
tossed in the trunk of
my new sedan
part of my joy
unrenewed. . . . like
those vanity plates
For Joann Grisetti's
Shanzi Poetry Contest
Up your gears
Cheat your fears
Drown your doubts
And move up
Learn a trade
And how to trade
Be a master
In your game
Conceal your cards
Evade the darts
Be smart and wise
And score good
A Fix Or Repair Daily was toted
Where Fix It Again Tony was noted
Trump's Tariff wars
Closed garage doors
So my Kick It Again got demoted.
Some are contractors-
Some to supply-
Some are drones in offices-
Some in courts tell lie-
Where can I but sell-
Can anyone tell-
The dreams and thoughts of life-
Can anyone tell me-
How to be the merchant of dreams?
(sami)
Form:
In a bygone age
Symbols then,were all the rage
Hanging outside,to catch the eye
A very visual...come & buy
Pestle & mortar,poles red&white
Or just three brass balls there might be
In days long past,
Few could read...but all could see.
Trade transaction
Technology sharing
Peace maintainence
Environmental protection
Granted resident permit
Worldwide travel
All these simple globalizations
Have made the world
Open to you
So, don't worry
The doomsday inside your heart
Will never come
Around us the wind moves
not angry,
not broken
just tired of carrying us.
it doesn’t cry out or plead.
it sits in the chest
like a truth we cannot know,
a stone where song should be.
what did we do with beauty?
what did we trade,
for voice,
for sky?
Nature, if it is unknown
is just a cell
even at all scenes
all matters instead
may rest
the soul needs
knowledge, a matter of demand
for without such
all is blindness
in a dark night
only the contrary rules
the day
what I would have been these
people's identities retailer.
Your majesty, our Mwami,
Where is your Mwamihood?
As the greatest hero of our land,
You let our people suffer,
Trading our future in the shadows,
Like a nation lost to darkness.
And so you flee to distant shores,
Abandoning our struggling souls.
Your majesty, our Mwami,
Where is the honor you once knew
In all the days of sinless pain
Where nightmares come
Like a pouring rain
Where my dying heart
Feeling only glum
Will soon depart
From the one I love
And shattered dreams
Like a fallen dove
And lonely screams
To the one above
Oh help me please
Don't let her go
I am on my knees
I will give my life
In quid pro quo
Form:
Reflecting on life
in the darkness of night,
eyes drift about
inquiring clarity’s insight
Darkened corners
hold yesterday’s dreams
pressed smoothly
against tomorrows seams
Stifled intake
of sobs quickly clinched
Smothered pillow
holds tears unquenched
Morning light
through slotted shade
Spears empty corners
an unwelcomed trade
So seamless an entity is he.
sleek before the crowd
bullet proof
tempered hard
steel
determination loud
Urban warrior
lean before the mass
tackle business
evenly
dodge before the crash
Suited armor
mohair gleam
woolen effigy
strained vessels
temples red
Imbibes with glee at noon
Not enough to win
the day
ore brethren in the clinch
they must lose
fall away
to rise another inch.
let the world stop Libya
slave trade was off the
old age
it was in the time
of our bitter history
I thought we live in
a new age
I thought the 21st century
was a time of freedom
yet in north Africa
there in libya black
Africans slavery continues
will the world be quite
and pretend not to see
this calamity need be
stop
so I urge the world
Iet the world stop Libya slave trade
It was once wise to invest in steel, yup,
In days of yesteryear.
Now, they say that fine art and gold are up.
All things change with time, dear.
Then, I'd scale the steepest mountain to reach
That pinnacle of bliss.
Yep, I would without pride, to you beseech -
Anything for your kiss!
'Tis fine art in a frame - you as a girl
In a picture, so old.
Now, there's nothing I would not do, my pearl,
To hear your laugh like gold!
evil for evil
good for good ~ can there be trades
trader for traitor
is it wrong to wish
ill on others ~ it is not
I've heard you've back pains
trust standards sides low
I err the side of caution
er ~ more Brit or Reb
Brits says it as er ~
well crossed Doctor Watson air
Rebs word of caucean
ask me anything
and I'll answer true or false ~
tis you must decide
I say you speak false
nonsense what was the question
~ decide true or false