Short Trade In Poems
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f***ers burn
bodies to fuel their oil
consumption
slave trade In The Name of God, LLC
corruption
suits to take up spaces
f***ers burn
Scottish poet Allan Ramsay
a bookseller by trade in his day
He established the first circulating library
penning poems therein to have his say
There once was a lusty bar-maiden
Born in the Republic of Aden --
You'd order your drink
She'd give you a wink --
She hoped for a kiss on the trade-in
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
Slit skin
Blue vein
Silence in a room shut in
Cutters pain
Mercy for an end
Over and over again
End just to begin
Angels and bloodstains
Heaven's trade in
One dying wish
-e.g.
The oldest trade in historical times
In many places it still is a crime
Defrocked from their gowns
Some even took it lying down
It's the sad ladder of life some climb
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-11.php
The very first rapper preceded
Ice-T by aeons and eons
Though his rap-a-tap-tap
never earned him lights in neon
Humbly plying his trade in forests far
from billionaire rapper stars
The woodpecker taps out his tune on trees
~ at times nearby, have a look-see
in one mere week
Kansas went from the nineties down to the forties
I am zipped into my footie pajamas with two pairs of socks
I had to trade in my sandals for boots
I am not putting my shorts and t-shirts away just yet
no telling what next week will bring to Kansas
this is the Midwest
our temperatures are bi-polar
This is Rond Point,
A multitude of people with a flare of cultures,
An entropic junction with an atmosphere of trade in a fanfare of items,
Standing still in this magnificent human-like iron statue,
It has yet remained diverse in its people
But unique in style, fashion and name!
Rond Point Deido, the banks of the Wouri
Her suffering was her currency as she would trade in sympathies among a band of devils driven wild by their needs to be possessed and to possess in a world seldom fair being built in complications simple heads never seem to ever understand and.
She was Magnificent.
They way she tore me down. Only one other thing had ever hurt me more.
When papa wanted to pass on
Though only God knows the unknown
But papa this day spoke like he knows
It's time and he will soon go
Lying in the field with me by his side
'My son, listen my son' he breathed when he slid
Yet papa had his soul with him by then
'Don't lift me up, just find me paper and pen'
"We met and trade in this world
And so we'll live it" he scribbled
A new century waits as the minutes
progress
into hours of vestibular begotten memory
My thoughts being counted although I
resist,
my feelings in service to what’s left behind
The sun and the moon trade in bartered
romance,
each jilting the other as day turns to night
Another year is recorded in the serpentine
past,
what’s seen a mirage—what’s measured retained
(The New Room: March, 2021)
My husband and I are retired;
Our car is an old Subaru.
Our lifestyle has never required
A trade-in for cars that are new.
As long as the engine is running,
To get from Point A to Point B,
A late model we will be shunning,
No fobs for my husband or me.
Yet circumstance somehow conspired,
With mileage and tread in the mix,
That our car will, like us, be re-tired,
So together, we’ll have our last licks!
I'll never be normal, or a hot trophy wife
I'd rather die lonely than trade in my life
No stranger of lust but a virgin of love
It seems there is none who accepts me enough
Written by hand but never by mouth
Before being buried I'll dig my way out
I guess I'm too weird, but I'll never change
I can't find a soulmate who loves that I'm strange
Cupid's a leper, my heart, a taboo
I guess I'm not wired to love like you do
lies
deceptive words
neive?
truth vs lies
hideous words
backstapping
where is thy pride?
trade in your heart to the devil
sinful sins
honor thy word out of thy mouth
what is thy reward?
greed
betray my honesty and loyalty
kill this sprit of lies
open up your eyes
betrayal runs, through the deepest of blood
familes or close friends
give them wisdom and they will speak freely
betrayal is the core of bad apples
Form:
M
a
y
I, you may
play dress up
with showers
treat your crown
to flowers
trade in the cold
for warmer hours
M
a
y
I, you may
tiptoe outside
whisper
to the zephyr
eye the blossoms
as they sashay
port and starboard
M
a
y
I, you may
remember
Mother’s Day
with tears
and smiles
and cheers
M
a
y
I, you may
look forward
to Summer days
with a plentiful
garden of praise
Walk with me, my sister
I’ll tell you what I see
I’m holding the hand of my Mommy
Except she’s only 2 ½ yrs older than me
Don’t get me wrong, she’s brave
She had to tie chisels to her lace
Trade in pink and lavender
For the blue and black covering her face
They took her vanity fair
Where she used to sit and drink in her beauty
They gave her a toddler body to lug around
I became her undesired duty.
Written by Trudy Schrader December 2007