Fragrances of roses wafted throughout the garden
No idea why I had been invited, but I cherished this scent
Others milled around in fancy frocks and expensive suits
My dress was a plain blue with tiny yellow daisies
“I hear you traded silence for roses,” someone said.
Thought he was talking to me. Turned to answer.
Found myself facing two gorgeous apricot rose bushes.
Knew I would have to speak eventually, but not yet.
Did not recognize the rest of the staff, as I was new.
School had not started yet; we were at an ice breaker.
Was going to ditch this activity but my mother talked me into it.
She loved roses and asked me to take pictures.
I pulled out my camera and began to get some close ups.
Pink, peach, red, yellow and white blooms posed innocently.
“I hear you traded silence for roses,” the same voice said.
I turned and faced the speaker. a handsome young lad.
“I guess we both did,” I replied.
He had a nice smile, beautiful light blue eyes.
“I am glad I am here,” he told me. “I do adore roses.”
He made many points in my mother’s book for this.
Tricia has far-out outlandish ideas
You will not like her my friend Mable said
She is not like us, she is different, odd.
I keep my mouth shut.
I have already gotten to know Tricia.
She has the same ideas I do.
I decide to drop Mable
She was not much fun anyway
2 weeks x 2
future. that’s what I put in notes
to remind myself how often
I’ll be able to see her and pretend
I’m easy to find, same
as when we were kids trading rooms
on a regular basis,
once fear’s been eclipsed by new
and parallel taxation habits,
once we’ve forgotten how it wasn’t
as easy as writing a poem.
Trading
When you are easy to flatter
you offer all on a silver platter
When desperation is your emotion
you will grasp at any false notion
Trading your self-respect
When you put yourself out there
People will use you without care
Your self-love you taint and cheapen
You find yourself lost in a sea of turmoil
Trading your self-love
When you ignore the core of your soul
for those fleeting moments you stole
Blinded by such a false affection
you will yet again suffer rejection
Trading your soul
Your actions create of you a view
leaving your emotions in a torrid slew
Then you try all for damage control
Past your home they will scrawl
Trading your reputation
Trading your heart and soul
for someone you’ll never hold
Was the trade worth it?
To another they will commit
Trading your future
By Cathrin Stuart
Biden had a document
He hid in his garage
Biden had a sweet Corvette
He turned into a Dodge
The glory of an individual heart
Understands the joy and the pain!
Through a broken heart we gain in wisdom
Through a joyful heart,
We understand the individual pain
We trading love stories
As poets who would figure
All we need at times is a broken relationship
That transforms the heart!
Our pencil becoming a trigger displaying
The shadow of a relationship!
Like a ship some of our relationships will sink
In the blink of an eye things can change—
Strange who would figure that all we need at times is a broken
Relationship in order to write some of the most beautiful poetry
Looking back in history, we see the poets trading love stories
Therefore, as poets we are no different
We trading love stories
Our emotions are on the rise reaching a level that
Will inspire us to write several poems displaying
The complexity of a love story filled with happiness and sadness
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
He hardly had anything to say.
Many flocked to him
just to hear his no-wisdom.
I also have no-wisdom,
yet I fail constantly to employ it.
My silence is as good as yours,
but I will break it first.
My mind is gearless,
it spins
and I have an irrepressible hanker
to write bibles,
hasty poetic scriptures
jotted into the air
with a ball-point tongue.
My unsaid is stuffed
into a megaphone and deafened.
Beware of the singing Magpie,
it will steal your silence
and call it wampum,
don't exchange your no-wisdom
for shiny beads.
What if you see yourself die as you die
would you watch
above
below
within
without
Disturbaphobia
Whats the slang for slang
auld languages sign
peapod casts
Never seen the slap
just the darkness shiver in your smile
as you broke another day
~ See you soon, Soupers ~
For a couple of days
I'm trading poetry soup in
for a piping-hot liquid broth
with matso balls and chicken
'Neath a bamboo-pole roof
in a flimsy dwelling seven days
I'll see stars twinkling at night
be shielded from sun's rays
With family, friends
the poor and the stranger
We'll drink l'chaim, to life
trust in God to fend off danger
With songs, stories and verse
we'll praise the One who provides
Who freed us from slavery, from Egypt
and throughout Time's been our guide
Trump knew the Stock Market would crash
For people are prone to act rash
A tariff war threat
With Suspension set
Will earn the Trumps mountains of cash
Trading is welcome in all religions but all what involving in interest is banned.Trader consumer is a relationship like one to one is brother anything against the trade norms is fraud.A trader with good ethics to gain access to Heaven together with learned scholars!
I once had a four leaf clover
I showed it to a girl
She drop it
Right smack dab back in all the other clover
She was a friend of mine
We looked and looked for this one clover
I didn’t really care if we found it or not
We bumped our heads together while looking
I started to laugh and she giggled
She got real close to me and looked at me
And said
Bobby, your luck has changed
And kissed me on the cheek
Thankfully I was wearing green
I know she would have pinched me
That was the day I traded my clover
For a kiss from a friend
Little hearts created
Cute words on them
Be Mine
Only 4 U
Me and You
Kiss Me
Cards created
Poems written
Flowers given
Will you be
My Valentine
All given
For just
One Kiss
Smugness had finally reached its fruition
as unfairly she would jump to conclusions
folks down on their luck would leave her amused
saying this is the unfortunate path that they choose
till one day she got to walk a mile in their shoes
6-13-18
Would you like to trade
With me for just one day
I'll take what you have
And you can take my place
It might do us good
To bring about a change
If we traded places
For a single day
I'll take all your problems
And you take all of mine
We might find the answers
If given enough time
It's easier sometimes to see
From a different side
From another perspective
From another's life
Then we both can trade back
When it is we're done
Perhaps apologize
If we did each other wrong
I'm sure it would open up our eyes
To a lot that's going on
Teach us much about ourselves
All the do's and don'ts
A little give, a little take
If we decide to trade
I'm not saying forever
But just for today
Give ourselves if nothing else
That much needed break
So what do you say
Do you want to trade?
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