Contest: poem dated Aug. 1st onwards
Brian Strand
Taking stock of our present inventory
Is great insight and a wealth of wisdom.
It matters not if there's glory; it's our story.
There is no joy in carrying yesterday's burdens.
Yesterday, as the song says, may have
Been an easy game to play , but this is today.
Oh, make no mistake, yesterday has much to say.
We may draw much wisdom from yesterday;
But remember, that was then; this is now.
The weight of yesterday's burdens is different
Today than yesterday. Much of what we once
had has boarded the plane. It has moved on,
and we must do the same.
Indeed, let us take stock of our present inventory,
Appreciate the lessons learned from yesterday;
But ever treasure the now and value the future.
Chilling with G3
[Verse 1]
Stocking my choices, let’s get it rolling,
Stocking the flavors, I’m feeling golden.
Gawking at options, can’t let ‘me pass,
Balking at prices, good times come fast.
Do NOT mock me, I know my vibe,
Sipping on flavor, let’s enjoy the ride.
[Chorus]
Stocking, stalking, always on the go,
Gawking and balking, that how we flow,
Hot drinks in hand, we’re living it free,
Raise you can high, come vibe with G3.
[Verse 2}
In this cool fridge, I’m finding my treat,
Hot shot of Tea Tree, cannot take a seat,
There’s a charm when I am rolling with G3,
Party in a can, just come see me.
Chilling right here, feeling the heat,
Sipping back slow, this life is sweet.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Sipping that cold brew, night fades to dawn,
Cheers to the party, we keep moving on!
I'm idle, stuck on pause.
Everyone's telling me which way to go.
Gotta listen to my heart.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Around the age of six i received from my maternal grandpa
a very special present , he had styled a home made kite
Thick brown paper for the body , newspaper for the tail
couldn't get this kite to fly, tried with all my might
One day i heard my father loudly yelling
in reference to this kite
He had found it in a paddock
where I'd left it overnight
So the down the hill I ran
to retrieve this special kite
My father, reins of horse in one hand stock whip in the other
punishment for the crime, stock whip round the backside, most painfully it did bite
For a minor misdemeanour the punishment a trifle overdone
for my lack of care of grandpas special kite
Much shedding of tears from the bruising pain
I endured on that fateful night
Been to the London Stock Exchange
opened in 1571 by Elizabeth the Queen
and what's more saw the New York Big Board
the world's largest stock market ever seen
but when I took a trip to Paris
had no clue as to what to do
altho' I was educated in French
(parlez-vous?)
I believe brokers did so to discommode
as when yelling buying or selling
they communicated in Bourse code
A
sexy
blonde bombshell
fresh and footloose
notoriously
enticing, ensnaring
dragged me by my nose-ring
bewailing, bemoaning made me
walk down the aisle towards the altar
intentionally intimidating.
Stock market is crying heartfelt tears
World wide depression is one of its fears
It has not known this sadness, in....well.....forever
And some thought a dictatorship would be so clever?
~ 2024 ... 2025 ~
A time to take stock
to delve deep
One glance in the mirror
does not suffice
The old year wanes
the new one waxes
Time to bury axes
time to rack your brains
Where have I been
Where am I going
Am I shrinking; am I growing
Do I deign to sin...
A time to take stock
fast beats the clock
Pave the way this day
~ should you like a say
Sometimes we need to take stock and prioritise
Remind ourselves of what is truly of value and worth
Have awareness and gratitude for life’s positives
Give the trivial and petty a wide berth
Humans are suffering absolute devastation
War, natural disasters, or just in daily life
Unjust …. without reason
Complete loss, despair and sorrow runs rife
We need to remember our blessings
Blow the insignificant into the wind and let it fly
Stop stressing over the unimportant small stuff
We need to take stock and prioritise!
rejoicing in the gap in your teeth
from 3 meters out
my eyes sought you out
i could see imperfection
dutch girl of sensitivity
of arcadian stock
render your loving glare
Gems and precious metals are talking about volatility...
Many of the Metals said that they differ only in weight while the Gems claimed that they differ only in their cuts.
Craftsmanship is one criterion in selling one's worth, beauty and prowess of any precious gem or metal other than cut, clarity, weight, color and carat.
A gem asked, "Is volatility only applied on big-time players -- buyers and sellers?"
One precious metal reacted, "No. Everybody here is big time. And we are all here."
Another gem asked, "How do you do the buying and selling here?"
Another precious metal reacted and said, "We raise one open hand and push it forward to sell or a reversed open palm pulling it towards you to buy."
That's how trading in stock market started.
Halloween elves are in training for Halloween land.
They stack the pumpkins, in spite of a big brass band.
Here they are now! Let’s give them an appreciative hand!
Yelled the Jack-o-lantern King, Mr. Spookie B. Dand.
They are stacking up the pumpkins from floor to ceiling.
They are leaning against the roof which is peeling.
I have a crazy, weird, uncomfortable feeling
That when they come down, our heads will be reeling.
my heart was broken in the rain
while being pulled underwater
by overcast vibrations via
sky blue seduction
i carry a black umbrella
for personal therapy and
wear a multicolored raincoat
and galoshes in order to
intentionally fool myself into
believing that i am actually safe
thoughts of her are merciless
avalanches merging with boulders
of commonplace frigidity
i laugh to keep from crying
i cry to keep from dying
i die the avoid the goodbye-ing
as i take my last breath, the alarm goes off and i wake up sighing
....and alas, my blood again flows slowly like a constipated turtle....
I wanted to buy Walmart stock
My husband said it was a bad deal
It would never increase in value
I had a different idea, but he is the financial genius
So I backed down
And watched it rise up and up and up and up and up
I am still watching it rise up
But I keep my mouth shut about it
Stock Market Crash at Calabash
was in Calabash
they had a stock market crash
hit which was a smash
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