"spenders" poems
Ah, often the salesman doth smile too much
usually means what he’s selling doesn’t work
He’s got the knack though the midas touch
he can sell ice to the eskimo, ****
He has got the patter down, off the cuff
On unsuspecting spenders he does lurk
To praise and extol his dubious stuff
If you purchase, commission, that’s his perk
My heart falls to my toes, he makes it lurch
Flattery can work on my emotions, park
Other day couldn’t get rid, sold a torch
To dodge him be up earlier than lark
Next time I see him I’m running away
Especially when its precious pay day
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Listen to this spoken word piece here -->
http://soundcloud.com/m_c_vegh/watching-the-time
They say that the present is only clear through rear views,
so watch who steers you and be cautious of whats near you.
Keep the road on your eyes if you are going to drive
most strive to survive -some catch curbs and nose dive.
And their story has no scribe no medicine to prescribe
no assets to divide there's no fence and no sides.
When things start to slip and you try to tighten your grip
it leaves us all clenching a fist -a weapon attached at the wrist.
But don't fight the present.
I've taken my lessons from clocks
their ticks and their tocks have taught
not to forget but some things are best left forgot.
Manage your times with intention,
go at it with apprehension
avoiding epochs of detention and not to mention
The stress of pressure cannot be measured
and never is pleasured
even when it ends in success the stress is just less
and lets face it; the work is never the best.
Never the less the lesson on stressin is things take time,
days, months, and years will all pass through in moments
be okay with no chance to hold it
and just relax, you can't take it back.
But feel blissful about it
time keeps going don't doubt it
the futures been scouted out
now we just gotta decide the route.
And you are decision makers
your parents, your friends and neighbours,
the old folks and the teenagers,
the spenders and money savers.
We all come in different flavours
all in need of different favours
each of us could be anothers saviour.
But instead our behaviour: leaves us in wanting
the way that were cold is daunting
and in a cold world those ticking hands can seem haunting.
So I hope this rhyme on time
helps to remind your minds
we all walk the line with time
though its silent like pantomime.
So understand time is a factor of plans
and we all have to meet its demands
because, still: it will never stand.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
A dying horse,
Was being dragged over a marked cross,
On the ground its body lay,
Mocked and tortured up all the way,
Only few blinks with tears filled eyes,
Waiting for its beats to stop while the time flies,
There it lay next to its grave,
Hoping to be pushed in by the masters slave,
A few more minutes before the soul surrenders,
Once loved and praised by many spenders,
Now the weak await for the death to fall,
To free its soul from its body, once admired by all,
The eyes stopped blinking,
The tears stopped rolling,
The heart stopped beating,
The poor horse stopped breathing,
Pushed in its grave by the masters slave,
No one to praise or raise hands to wave,
Gone are the people who came along,
Finally resting its body in the grave alone...
©sim
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
The apple of one's eye.
The creme de la creme.
The buffet at the wedding.
Where it's us and them.
The glow of the neon.
Instructing us to buy.
The latest moisturiser
For wrinkles round the eye.
The canvassers cold selling.
The need of starving cats.
The aforementioned wedding.
The shopping for the hats.
So come give us your money.
Your precious hard earned cash.
We'll offer you perfection.
In your supermarket dash.
The things you'll buy tomorrow.
Are better than today.
The new improved conditioner.
The advertisements say.
Consumers to be nourished.
Big spenders treated well.
You'll need a coat for winter.
And scarves and coats as well.
Your funeral arrangements.
A monthly simple plan.
Your loved ones fear when you're not here.
You've left them all you can.
So now our claws are in you.
Please kindly move along.
The facts and claims are always true.
We're seldom told we're wrong.
We're business types converting.
Your little wants to needs.
We'll squeeze you dry until you die.
From birth we plant the seeds.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
Who, me. I don't know,
I'll ask We, the people.
How has the world,
the one we share, you with me, I with thee,
how has our reality
come to today
surrounded by hooting proud warriors lauding their leaders
made kings by the magi and the tax collectors and spenders?
That's the question.
I think it's a test, or a temptation, knowing the answer might **** us.
Do the math, or believe an expert who says
he knows he knows, an
experienced thinker and weigher of big ideas.
Choose an expert, Yahoo, Goggle experts in interesting time one.
You choose.
Only for now. These teasing toy journeys are only real
in your way of thinking.
An expert in words at play or
an expert in words of war
or work or woe or
joy and
strength'n'vigorishit--
use-ery compounded into stone
an expert in dark, full-on absense of light, al
right, al
ready -- the expert
you let be smarter than you, by God, or any other witness,
that expert better be having more than historical authority, okeh.
Gears used to grind, stick-shift,
yoost to lever m'thematically synchronized
wheels in wheels,
lesser gears, experienced old grease monkey knows,
between those,
is where m'monkey wrench goes.
Bring wheels in wheels to a screeching halt!
Like by the River of Tebar, very hard to write such thoughtscenes,
he trys, um-phailure, deep breath,
look around, selah.
Kiss the son, taste the son, know the son as brother, as gotchabacker
friend, who is the way, the truth, and the life.
No lie is of the truth. There is a basic algorythm in 2019.
AND in 2019 I have an idea that works for me,
the null set can hold any evil any mind, mortal or otherwise,
can conceive.
Napoleon Hill seeds sometimes sown as weeds to choke a crop of lies,
"What the mind of man can conceive, it can acheive."
Ah, so:
Man as a whole, he is thought to have meant, mankind, wombed and un;
but he may have meant man as in, any one man, wombed or un.
--- end first course --- recycle all utensils
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
Liberians, US blenders
Always known to portray the best things
Yet are nothing like those other big lenders
But are always assume to hold the worst things
Is that the reason why they are always the big spenders
Always the ones to portrayed the best of the worst things.
"Liberians portray nothing to hold the big things."
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
Wallets, users, adopters, memes
Savings, shelters, income streams
Everywhere you look, it seems
Bitcoin keeps on growing
Holders, spenders, miners too
Aficionados, old and new
Look around, it’s in plain view
Bitcoin keeps on growing
Over time, it grows in price
It’s grown 1000x, twice!
So focus now & grab your slice
Bitcoin keeps on growing
Some buyers public, some anon
Price will soar when most is gone
A pristine asset to lean upon
Your Bitcoin keeps on growing
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 12:13 PM UTC
No no no
The words are streaked in ink not of mine
Tonight the clouds
Are white an' smell of pine
The night is not
A friend of either yours or mine
The night
Is a friend
Of nature's ill advised
Sign
Take
What you will
Swill all the
Bills
Advise
The Ancestors
Because weight sees
All the past
Spenders
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 5:09 AM UTC
wash it wash out wash it wash out
let it turn
hoot and a holler
bottled up all day
and like bubbly bottles burst
take my toll
fierce, almost fictional
but never hostile
transcend your barriers and let your impulses take you towards the next side of the room
and then back again
its over and over and over
hear the trumpet whail its sorrow
circling, round, round, round
love, a mist, love to die for
unseen unconditionl surrender
ooohohohoaoh
e,njoy a gin and tonic, and ,dress that ,was fash,ionable at ,som, e point b,ut is in deeper,ate ne,ed of ,recur ,,, , , , rence
the glasses are thick and so is t he smoke that lingers above conv,eras,--------tions and weaves be d,, tween the textu--------res of the deep green trees and their abundant philosophical relatab======le language and you fall into their ro000000000ots, you drUUUUUug their holes and youuuuuu lOOOOOve the earth the same way you love a compliment
Ahhh yeahhh!!!,you're looking the best you have in your life
there is a melody somewhere in the background but your attention is on the person in from of you, the enthusiasm in their voice, and how quickly you are able to agree with them
anticipate like disneyt, tpoets businesses, bartenders, bar menders, cleansers inspectors interpreters judgmenters allocate the spenders reaching out for new vendeor whose the best the lesser??
LET ME GOOOOOOOOO
its warm man, you have a smoke?
swomen, lights, some monument sky high lithe buddah lights little u[p with orange with luck on straight spinnings what was that? take another drink, hey whats your name? I'm from california you like surfing politics I odn'tk know I need to meet my friend
fix fix fix do I need to finish that paper? fixixixifiixx what will my mother say????
you met another guy who is dancing with a girl and he is cool and he is gesturing towards you with his glass of champagne and you
tilt up ystaree he cbottole of beer, but his kindness lingers as you stare into your glass andI smile when? wrong time go away fog forward gly He cracks a really funny joke about your smile
HAHAHHAHAAH
The movie, the movie, those time when I am removed from things and the
My mind balloons and its... delicious
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
Time is a commodity, too.
We spend it recklessly on social media and snooze buttons,
constantly digging a rut of debt with our inattentive minds.
We trade so much for our each and every paycheck,
yet we don't flinch at the loss of minutes on a pocket watch,
so don't ask me where this world has gone.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
A bright dot within the grey background of low slung houses
She kicks up no gravel as she walks
The silence of a graveyard but with homes
White cars in front like grave stones
Thoughts are the wind on desert land,
Empty and idle versus gaunt and bare
Rubbing against each other; friction, no heat.
Outside this desolation footsteps echo,
Their rhythm reminding her of the ghetto,
The fear turns you watchful as the gecko,
Breath rushes out, see the little heart beat
Dust from the gravel clogs her nose.
She feels the shadow rushing,
It clamps from the back (there was no shushing),
Her hand in a grip nearly crushing,
Stale breath in her ear, a chokehold on her neck as they were struggling
A sting in her eyes she wasn't disposed to crying,
But as she felt the shadow grab hold she stopped pushing,
Knew he had won as sure as the gravel on which she was standing,
False entitlement we shall not allow,
So he took the bill upon which she'd been avowed,
Mother preferred she'd vanished along with that legal tender,
Yes, you can never trust these nine-year-old suspect spenders.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
( < + > )
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|~|
( Venusoul 7 ---- shining down from heaven
In a quantum
mechanistic way )
••
so that we should not have lived in vain
//
//
we met at the EASTER STREET FAIR
in
LITTLE ITALY
in NEW YORK CITY
••
strangers on the porch stoop
( we are still there )
ETERNAL IS LOVE
•
we were quite poor
From the vendor we ordered
A slice of pizza cut in half
( with an extra plate , please !)
And a small soda
( with an extra cup please ! )
//
He threw up his arms and shouted
AH
THE LAST OF THE BIG-TIME SPENDERS !!
A crowd of about 500 people circled round
Laughing and grinning and giving us food !
•
It is now a sacred shrine !
Lovers who sit there always get married
Prosper
And have loving children
It's been that way for 50 years !
•
Light from the sun
Light from the moon
Light from the heart !
//
Come !
No need to yearn
No need to suffer
No need to die !
••
In the one soul
We are here
ALL are here
::
FOREVER ?
( she comes and goes ! )
::
But all of Value
Always remains
I LOVE YOU
floats freely
Let it be
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC