#barter
With wild signs
A lady works
Haunting a mirrors plan
Destroying resentment
In new days fan
Purchased wine
Supple ending twine
Assured of the breeze
Swaying legs beneath
Her fingers twirl
Gauging her fussy patron
In a cryptic clothes like furnace
Silk and leather bodice
Her massage is done
Halted jaw
Clenching brow
Decidedly she'd won
She doesn't size him up, he does
Attempting to gain purchase in her inner conversation causing distateful banter
I've known of this side of her, yet never approached it, save this poem
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:04 PM UTC
broken and beaten, I've been traded.
I never was good at bartering
and I get attached to the hearts I acquire.
Yet I remain EXPENDABLE.
and I don't UNDERSTAND it.
the DRAMA of it all.
I'm tired of being traded as a lesser possession to the
temptations of previous sins.
WHEN can I become the manager of my ****** possessions and
learn to control my heart's quick inspired inevitable failure?
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
the grass is greening
and voices begin to rise
i wander further
the distance between the tall oaks
and my bare feet
merely a few steps
the front door
not always left ajar
often thrown off its hinges
anger an anvil of weight
a battering ram
tightened
the moon rises and night falls
withering cries
cardinals fly west
and venus readies herself
for a second showing
an exchange
invaluable its rate
but just the same
someone's coming
or going
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
If the world was run on barter,
Free trade would be our charter,
We could trade in hypocrisy,
Racism, cant and war's futility,
To barter off for a kindly face,
And peaceful ways for the human race,
Lay down all weapons, for grace,
Peace armies to take their place,
If we could run the world on barter,
Those trades would be our charter.......
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
take this
barter my soul
throw it in the trash
plunge it into your next victim
get it away from me
It's all ****** up
I don't want it back
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Love, you see
Is very easy
Easy as 1, 2, 3
As A, B, C
I give my heart to you
You give me yours
Ooops! Don't break it!
For I'll also drop yours
I point a gun into your chest
And you're free to do the same
Because in us, we trust
That our fingers that can pull the trigger, is too numb
I give my all to you
You give your all to me
I'll promise forever to you
Will you promise forever to me too?
Love is easy, it should be
It's just a matter of give and take
A symbiotic interaction called mutualism
A law called equivalent exchange
But love isn't easy
Emotions, situations, make it so hard
If only it was easy
Poetry won't exist even now
If love was as easy as a barter system
I'll offer you my all, you can take them
And I'll succumb to all that you've given
But love isn't easy at all, love just isn't
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Heart cannot be purchased
As currency is matter of no use
Only one can succeed
Who deals in barter system!
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
Let there be light
Let there be humans
Give them a garden
Let them be companions
It was all so simple
A world just for two
Nature would provide
Now what should they do?
The seasons are learned
Along with day and night
There is dangers in the wild
But what about wrong and right?
The beauty of one another
Brought their bodies together
One day something happened
It was no longer just each other
There was a baby to feed
And other families emerged
They were drawn together
As their problems converged
Food, shelter, water, safety
These things required action
Someone had to do something
Reality caused a reaction
But who would do what?
Who could hunt or lift a stone?
Could they become a village?
Or is it to each his own?
Who would decide?
Who would object?
Were they in agreement?
Or would they always reject?
One selfish man
And a plan will fail
One greedy man
And the garden is for sale
Would a man live for need
And not for his wants?
Would a man cure the infirm
And be paid only with thanks?
Would a man read a book
And study until he sleeps?
Would he use his knowledge
And reject the reward he reaps?
Is this the way to achieve greatness
With no discernment among men?
Everyone the same
No matter how driven?
The ocean beckons
As do the mountains
The lakes and the streams
Are natures fountains
Will they be cared for
If we live wild and free?
Will a man be happy
Not plundering all he can see?
And so the rock must be lifted
And we look around the cave
One man’s back is broken
And another says, “I’m no slave”
So the rock remains
As do we in the cave
Who will get food tonight?
“It’s not my turn” he said with a wave
How much is too much
For you to have all you need?
How much is too much
Before you notice the greed?
Think of it this way
You ask a man to play a flute
He can make you smile
But will praise be his fruit?
A good man will share what he has
And he will accept what he receives
But how many good men do you know?
And how many are thieves?
Would you rather wear a fur
Or harness the heat?
Would you rather live outdoors
Or have a home on a street?
And who will do this for you
Without their just reward?
Can you live like an animal
Or accept greeds mighty sword?
And so do you want my wool
In trade for your milk?
But the home he built for you
Requires that he receive silk
But milk is all you have
So you must live outdoors
How do we accommodate
When I can't use yours?
It's a matter of trust
I say what I render
Equals what you accept
And paper became legal tender
And if you agree
Though paper is not milk
Then I will build your house
Because now I can buy my silk
And in this way
Our wants become cultivated
And the lazy man
Is suddenly motivated
As the thinking man observes
The power of the capitalist tool
And the rivers of paper
That once was milk and wool
He wonders how it came to pass
That a world of cows and sheep
Became one of oil and gas
It happened while some did sleep
In the fury of comfort and reward
And technological devices
Are we better off
Or have we invented new vices?
I am happy for my children’s comfort
But at what cost to another?
Is it a zero sum game
With a winner and a loser?
Will the next big thing
Happen without their just reward
Or should we just pray to God
And put down our paper sword?
Is there a consensus among men
That can ever be reached?
Or will we always fail
And will egalitarianism be breached?
I wonder of these things
As we print more and more
The paper is all that matters
We want ours and all else we ignore
Is there a limit
On the value of milk and wool
Will we continue as we are
Who will win, the bear or the bull?
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC