They called me yesterday
a mission to the stars
hell of a long way too go
the distance, very far

A Galactic Ambassador
emissary to the Universe
teach them of us
myriad and diverse

Messages from earth to them
communications key
what they may want too trade
valuables, we'll see

I'd only caution patience
Corporations would demand
we rip them off every time
as per the Corporate plan
I can't wait to spread our capitalistic greed avarice and consumerism to other civilizations!
Yeah, right!
D:
Isaac Ward Jun 1
Darkened alleys,
Cloaked in mist,
Tendrils of smoke-
Cradled in fist,

A cigarette,
Burning out,
A neon sign-
Flickers with doubt,

A fiery drink,
A purchased kiss,
Maybe more...
Is that your wish?

And as the day
     Turns to night,
As the lovers  start to fight,
Your empty bed
     Isn't so alone,
We all want to be known.
Walking, talking, eating,
One lover only baking,
hum waking- up
Is anyone good
at loving?
Always
giving
metals
The modern
love robot

((ATM))  
machine
There is
no
place
Oh! Yes
Lend me all
lovers
at my home

The ((OZ)) fame
Artsy Auntie
(EM) so lame

Listening to
(REM)
Headrush
Makeup
blush also
Bum in-between
My break up
My lunch hour
All over again
throwing
cash
way off the street
look out I almost
crashed
_


That Casanova
racer
slim
reducer

My
((ATM))
Sexter machine
Pixstar diet
Laughing to
the bank

You are
better
But in the
least seeing
Her for what
she is
The beauty
she is making
up the beast
He is the
Eight personalities
Burnt money
Miss French fries
Baby blue eyes cry
My cash went dry
Henry the eighth

The love affair in
September Goth
Just recently shot
Lord of the rings
Be sure you don't get
the blues
She-devil jeweler
Saphire I
got rushed
She fires out!!
She Forgets **
The finest
champagne
candles

On the tenth
Cash reminder rush
I cannot recall
how I
got here?

I will be back
for the cash!!
That gave her
Total recall

Over there
someone
left more
cash
Someone
overloaded trash
What cash potential
her  best clothes

He looked like
moon dancer
Jacksons five
black glove
Casanova the
best climate
For Cash
Australian mate
Jumping
Jack Flash
You cant always
get what
you want
But if you try
sometimes
You might get
what you need
Don't rush
your life away

With that
Casanova
Don't rush your
stars of
the Nova Scotia
This is comical so about cash time just rushes by in a flash.
Who do you love to take your time this world is crazy you may not have the time
trf May 1
There's just no easy way to say
Packed a bag and I left the house today

I let you in and trusted you like therapy
Now my rear view reads you appear too close to me

I've just got no more time to spend
Check engine lights and I gotta pay the rent

Passenger door's ajar the way it ought to be
Used to hold your hair back after one too many

Been putting this off like an overdue oil change
Speeding from a reflection in our window pane

I'm done with aching
And the Summer's bout to break
You'll be forgiven
But right now I must escape
This All.
Death Cash
Life insurance death payout doesn’t make sense
Surely you’re meant to be a live to enjoy the payout?
But they only pay when you’re dead and buried
Something aint right there…
cosmicii Jan 6
I know you think I'm materialistic,
But let me please be realistic,
I need to work to make all of this,
No fairy is going to be granting my wishes
And I need to have all of it
Poetic T Nov 2017
She was a landmark of
            many journeys

The only quandary
            at this moment
is others had travelled
her more than self..

She was a
               penny machine
letting others deposit in her.

But she had left this emotion
                     long ago...

She collected her pennies,
         throwing them angrily
into a wishing well of despair..
Steve Page Oct 2017
(With a nod to Michael Rosen's poem, Chocolate Cake)

I love money.
I loved it as a boy
and now I love it even more.

Sometimes we used to have it
all spread out on the table
and I would sort it
and stack it.
And dad would say,
"keep the coppers away from the silver"
and laugh at his private joke.

We'd count it all,
bag it
and weigh it.
And then dad would give me a little for myself:
2 shillings, 8 thrupenny bits.

I'd stack them,
and count them again.
I'd put 3 aside for my tin
and count out 5 for school.

I'd take one thrupenny bit to school each day
and at morning break I'd take my thrupenny bit
and wait in the queue at the tuck shop.

But some days,
when standing in the queue
with my thrupenny bit in my hand,
I'd think again and wrap it up in my handkerchief
and I'd push it to the bottom of my grey trouser pocket
for my secret box in my wardrobe.
-
-
Anyway,
once, when dad was sick
he asked me to do the count
- alone.

To spread it on the table,
sort it,
stack it,
keep the coppers away from the silver,
count it
and weigh it.
And then take my share,
2 shillings,  8 thrupenny bits.

I sat in the kitchen
in the silence,
looking down at the spread before me,
full of fear and pride.

I sorted
and I sorted again.

I stacked
and rearrange the stacks.

I saw with a smile
that I had kept the coppers away from the silver.

I counted
and counted again
And for the sheer pleasure of it,
I counted again.

Satisfied,
I took my share
3 shillings, 12 thrupenny bits.

4 bits for my secret box,
3 bits for my tin
and 5 put aside for the week's tuck money.

I love money.
I loved it as a boy
and now sitting in my kitchen
with my red box here in SW1,
full of fear and pride,
I love it even more.
I needed to write a poem about an object or collection for a local event.  I chose money as the ultimate object of our love.
Poetic T Oct 2017
Collecting cans on a street corner,
                      a penny for my thoughts
as I gather my riches from discarded efforts.

One became two,
                        as many became more..
Hard work is the fortitude of motion.

So many empty breaths caught
                        within final swallows,but like a magpie
            I collect there glistening droppings..

I was homeless once, but I collected throw away
                                                                 moments...
But now I'm on my feet, and I never throw away
                        my memories like cans I now collect them...
Temporal Fugue Sep 2017
There's aplenty o boners, in Bangkok
at least, that's the scuttlebutt, and talks
perusing, the lady's gash
on the corner they flash
a boner with no cash, can getup, but walks
Never been, don't think I want too :/
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