Trade me for a magic carpet in an ancient tale;
I can be bartered for the lost scrolls of Petronius;
I am worth at least as much as a chunk of comet
That was discovered in the desert;
You can borrow great sums against my library,
Go buy an island and fill it with bonobos
Who have found the secret of living without prayer;
My fortune allows me to live in a vast kingdom
And in my castle is a desk of ocean wood and pearls;
I own giraffes and peacocks in my gardens
With rouge and scarlet maple trees;
Under them I play arpeggios on my guitar;
I can afford to give a check to saudade
And not even feel it;
I have holdings in several galaxies
In the exploding cosmos;
I have a full sack of love that I can scatter
Like the apple seeds or the dandelion feathers;
I have my own plane which I call my wings;
I have been called the world’s most valuable player
Every time I score a goal;
I am the hope of all the utopian anarchy
And give my poems away for free;
I store my compassion in maturing cases of wine
From the most expensive of vineyards;
I cannot even count what sums the bric-a-brac
On my shelves might bring at auction...
But as to my net worth;
Well after you deduct the taxes, debts, and hidden fees,
Brother, can you spare a dream?
Comments
Wonderful Imagery
Not only is the imagery wonderful, but I love where the poem takes you.
What price our soul?
Thank you for your kind appreciation!
It's a big world and we are all so isolated. Little connections we make between us become their own world. I have just tapped my heart with my fist a few times to thank you...,
well crafted poem
monti cristo
but its about how you Count
your blessings..
a good book too that one
knew people of money
from money and made
their money
some even talk to me
mr nickel and dime
i cant get no satisfaction
knew those...oodles of
everything
i just count friends and
some basic freedoms
as riches
i like jimmy buffet and richard
branson...oprah..
uber wealth
trump even
only the wealthy ever got to
govern a country
before that it was fuedal
kings chiefs..little islands
desert nomads who found
oil...etc..
i do food banks
live on four hundred a month
once i clear bills
resigned to living the rest of
my days in a few mile radius
but i got everything here
when i was out and about
travelling i found i could talk
to a lot of people
and those that were adventurers
buskers...vacationing wealthy
told me i would handle the road
world wide with not much difficulty
and be it car bike bugatti...here
is the wheel...and anyway as another
poet wrote here..soon we will have
the skynet driving for us
like captian kirk said
out there....thataway
a fine poem
thank U
Thank you Eskar
for your always very unique and engaging comments. You are truly living in a tower of words and images, a poets' castle!
The site offers Advanced formatting, including italics, bold and
formatting. Click on the tab "Advanced formatting."
I'm with Jess.
Who says you can't use "italics"? My suggestion? Dump the capitals at the beginning of each line. It is an ancient tradition that no longer makes sense. Let English guide you. Enjambment is encumbered by it.
Otherwise, the poem is superb.
on italics
What I meant with italics is I couldn't figure out how to make words italic on the site...couldn't get the font bar to work...i'll try it again if needed...now and then I italicize some words or lines in my works.
Thanks for you appreciation!
Cool ...
Dreams, another one, did you read the
one from Sagitarrius?
Both good, you really do run with it, I
particularly loved the "with rogue and
scarlet maple trees" and "I am the hope
of all the Utopian anarchy" oh and several
more
thanks, may as well dream big lol
oh, and I agree with Wes, lose the
capitols where unneeded, it puts a
higgle in my giddyup while reading.
hi moonman
Thanks for your comments, very much appreciated!
The use of capitals is a very big decision. I've been writing like that for 50 years. I do have an open mind about it, but it does, for me, at this time, make the poem "look" like a poem, feel like poem.
I have been reconsidering my use, or lack of, punctuation in the poems. So many modern poets have chosen that route. I think at this time I agree with WH Snow, who nailed it- It's a tool, and we don't have that many tools in poetry. I am finding and it can help us in the meter and reading, as well as giving more freedom to start sentences.
Haven't seen work from you lately...how's the muse?
Italics and bold
Use Ctrl I or Ctrl B. Other word processor keyboard shortcuts works too.
Italics Bold
italics
Hi Jess
When I hit edit, then highlight the words I want in italic, and do crtl i , nothing happens. When I hit advanced formatting, the poem becomes a paragraph...I can then highlight the words and it does work, becomes italic...but then I can't get the poem back from the prose form...
any suggestions
Thanks for your time on this!
You need to choose Advanced formatting before entering text.
And use Shift Enter for a new line instead of a new paragraph.
the wrap up
enjoyed the poem very much, but I'd leave off the 3 line wrap it up. who needs the cellophane?