"resell" poems
Here's something you don't see everyday. Although I've seen it a few times before on my street... A homeless man pulling a bicycle which is attached to the most astounding construct! Made of bicycle wheels and plastic webbing, chicken wire and aluminum piping, this huge mobile container for tin cans, and whatever this homeless individual can scrounge to resell, is almost the size of a garbage truck! And carries probably hundreds of pounds of aluminum cans.
In constant danger from cars and trucks, this is an outstanding testament to human ingenuity and dogged determination. The man marches on, stopping occasionally to take a container to dumpsters looking for cans. Whatever he can find.
I asked him if he needed something to eat or drink. He just smiled and shook his head. "I need to move on." And I realized he probably takes advantage of the nighttime to do his searching, as it is too hot during the day to do so. I smile and wave and wish him blessings.
If I ever feel like I am put upon in this life, I should feel ashamed. This man has shamed me utterly. I've invited him up to my porch in the past. Giving him food and drink. He is a believer. And I've never met a more cheerful brother in the Lord Jesus Christ! But he doesn't take any credit for his outstanding ingenuity and Drive. He gives the glory to God. I have tears in my eyes as I write this. He was also an addict and finds it very difficult to find a place to live due to his past. So he sleeps on the streets and does what he needs to do to survive. And survive he does!
I say a prayer for this stalwart. His name is Ben. Will you join me in my prayers (good thoughts)? I think he deserves them, don't you?
♡ Catherine
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
Refract the light
Retract the night
Refrain from pain
Regain from feign
Repel all sight
Rebel all flight
Reuse that smile
Reduce that rile
Retell a story
Resell a glory
Reflect ambition
Reject omission.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
When we live together, all will be swell,
but we don’t have much time ‘til you want kids so
We’ll live together, at least ‘til farewell.
You’ll do the dishes ‘cause I hate the smell,
I’ll do the bills ‘cause you hate math so
when we live together, all will be swell.
You’ll come with me for that ultrasound gel
But I’d want to abort this alien so
We’ll live together, at least ‘till farewell.
Donate to Goodwill so we needn’t resell,
We both love creatures - we’ll donate to them so
When we live together, all will be swell.
I’ll **** that child before it can excel
but it’s been your dream to have children so
We’ll live together, at least ‘til farewell.
We’ll end up a story for me to retell
“Once, I was in love but it didn’t work” so
When we live together, all will be swell.
We’ll live together, at least ‘til farewell.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
all the poster perfect girls like her
are out in the field chasing firefly's
old men from the town look on with awe
they pause in collecting
all the eyes upon them in mason jars
to resell on the boardwalk by the seaside
to the tourists so they will only glimpse what they
will want to sightsee
you tell them that you had borrowed
your buick and a rose colored jacket
from a ribald singer from the ancient city
and her beard confused you into believing
that her favors are something rare and fine
like bone china from from Florida south coast
but its just semi-naked co-ed selling cookies
under the guise of a better world
one donation at a time
she sings softly to you
please mister lean in a little closer and make
all the world a better place
all the world is watching or so it feels like
and your step is light and full of imagined stars and sparkles
as the couple in the next room violently kiss
they are into the world and to them
the world is into them
laugh as hard as you can
laugh till you cry
the world takes no notice
she sings softly to you
please mister lean in a little closer
and comfort thouse who need it
the night is full of people
out strolling and laughing under summer stars
and a penny whistle player keeps the tune going
while she sings a ballad she heard in the far west
and dont it seem like nights like this are so perfect that
you could wrap em up and send em out for Christmas
the poster perfect girls all fall asleep
in a soft warm pile benith the moon
and you unload your burdens and lay there too
in the beautiful company
as the penny whistle player turns to a stronger tune
that gives you dreams of the sea
of the time you spent nailing Captain Kidd to the floor
and now hes one of your best friends
this life is a dream
and while its not always what we'd want
it never gets dull
she sings softly to you
please mister lean in a little closer
and make the dream true
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
I had my sidewalk-stride going,
when I encountered a puddle.
So I took my jacket off
and threw it down
in the stagnant water.
Gracefully upon it I strode
to keep my shoes clean,
but I ended up being cold,
downright bitter
and mean.
Because I didn't notice the
other humans, I'm far
too selfish.
Yet they washed off
my coat and managed to
resell it.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
Chaining any people up,
Beating them with whips,
Reducing their existence
To ugly racist quips.
Treating them as cattle
And selling them the same
Is horror of the highest stripe
And is nothing like a game.
This is sin.
Using sales people to lie
And bring people here
Then making them slaves
For a long period of years
Then giving them land
That was part of the deal
And treating them as people
Who only lived to steal.
This is sin.
Dividing good people into
"Them and us" is just wrong
Claiming your god is right
And they should move along
So you can resell their land
And make them move elsewhere
With your laws and red lines.
There is no good in that anywhere.
This is sin.
Not accepting that a people
Have the right to their vote
Then changing the rules
Is playing the wrong note.
Being the richest around
Doesn’t make you right.
You still send them to war
Then deny them equal rights.
This is sin.
Denying human rights
Can never be accepted.
It’s sickness to watch when
Loving people are rejected
And robbed and vilified,
Not once, but again and again,
And ***** and murdered
For just the color of skin.
This is sin.
Demanding someone will not
Love who they may want
Is not an attribute that
Anyone should ever flaunt.
Pushing your religion or
You thoughts about decency
Is a heinous way to exist.
It’s a horrible kind of villainy.
This is sin.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Re words:
rejoint my conscious self,
reiterate, as it is late, I am old,
reread
my prior poems, rewrite them, indeed,
rebuild them, redo them in their entirety,
so you can resell them and be rediscovered!
retake them, rekindle & rearrange in new combinations,
rewarmed, you are re-rewarded in their reassembly,
again reabsorb the moment from wells beneath your skin tissue,
recall the prescient exactitude of what you were then feeling,
readjusted for today’s new filters, recalculate the cost,
replace the cast with renewed images, refreshed faces,
new alpha dogs.
if you can resell them, they will rebuy them, no one the wiser,
thus, regain the old glory, redemption, no need to repent,
just rejoice and sleep another hundred years.
revenged.
Aug 17 2022 11:01 PM
Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 8:59 AM UTC
...just not AT me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLIV)
Dad never owned a Starbucks cup, and thence
We'd only visit on occasion, frail
As my outrageous cup collection's trail
To more absurd things, other cust'mers hence
Half like him sans collections, like's good sense?
What were the point of stars? free food t'avail
And drink? I never thought that wise as bail,
Since cups shall last where food does not. Yet whence?
I can't resell last year's cups, nor in tour
Aught older ones. Or can I? Fun to do
Sans plans for mair than now, collecting's poor
If you've no end in sight. If I half rue
The game, what's left? Back then twas fun. Bestir
Sense now, and whither? LORD I wait for You.
21Sep25b
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
Hay,
Enigmatic man.
Hysterical man.
Me, amazing, and good enough.
Just outside of reacher
forever
one song I want to sing to everyone
is seriously stuccoed to this amazing design of mysterious
orchestrated glimpses
into my soulmate’s leads
in their beautiful dreams
to awareness of the waves
of
Total reflection of my,
Good Spectrums...
Let me off at the top of the grapevine,
Top me off
with some great suggestions
for sweet resell items at ion
know where I got it all
for
100% off, not sure where
I got with a lot
When it’s time for...
No mines, or only for me
Be valued, for what you’re worth,
Everything to me,
I still have too much more time to break these walls, hard to see
Getting over to my King
Of be
the hill
I still
see
that’s why I am going,
Son
What happened to the giant peaches?
Is there room for me?
I need real, real lives now.
Love as much as the . . . .
Fun
But, enough.
I know; It’s tough.
Give me something:
good will,
Please! Hey
Hey, how are you today?
hey, do you see the same stars as me?
Isotope, atomic masses.
Would wash potatoes
over
class and
Still, I passed
Exam days did not lead me astray.
Astute, self-reflective in the fields!
Loving myself is the first sad truth
I see love
I love you
Still, I look to the sun, and breathe when I remember
life
always be so happy
that’s
the way the world is,
I don’t question whether you deserve
the golden girl I is
And I want nothing but heaven
when the wind talks about
Rhythmic galactic movements
to everyone
in a soft rain,
rain check .
out my life
in my dreams,
come to hang
with me
and then destiny
and then come back to the new treaty
To live beyond selfish opportunities
and everything you want to keep.
I just can’t wait to see you outside of my dreams, I just can’t wait to taste the lips that throughout his soul’s
Mind was
the best of a blessing , the truth
But until then, I’ll be happy when you’re there
To set me free
Every era has dropped some **** on the mic for the fan of a reality
Wait for the dreams to unravel
Gonna be the best when we start a
#Migrationinternational #NationalTradewisdom
That’s real, real power that I can get engaged with
See ya in the time I am just so happy to be with the Galaxy
I sought to allay
Let me know what dreams are truly about
Don’t want you to end your season
To thrive in the seeds we have been in the busy days together so much for the
Honey I speak
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC