I actually picked up copies of Decline I and II at a flea market once. I walked out without paying.
quote by Penelope Spheeris
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Now I Have My Eyes On Dinner
When I say I am seeking something substantial in my life?
Why does that make you laugh to see me at a flea market?
I am seeking something that doesn't need to be high maintenanced...
Looking for wrinkles to moisturized.
To get nipped and tucked when bags begin to sag.
'And...
You are going to find that at a flea market? '
OH yes.
Some people don't know quality to throw it away.
Just like that.
Maybe recently divorced?
Or separated?
'You are talking about being at flea market,
Right! '
Ab-so-yes indeed-lutely!
And today must be my lucky day.
Because I am looking at a bargain.
A steal that's too genuine to leave.
And...
What do you think I've discovered?
'A day you found something priceless? '
Is there such a thing...
Of hoping to spend every moment,
With something so priceless...
To wish it is available?
'What can I say?
Your discovery is as good as mine? '
Are you sure you don't want to look around?
'What makes you think I haven't been doing just that?
I was hoping to see those candleholders you purchased,
Last week...
Again.'
So you had your eyes on 'them' too?
'Very much so.
Now I have my eyes on dinner! '
With breakfast?
'And lunch? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Flea
A flea that bit you had bitten me too.
The two bloods mingled for single blood.
The flea’s body is our marriage lobby.
Neither shame nor sin would accrue since than.
Nor would you have grown any weaker too.
By yielding to me and getting my blood
You would shed no grace nor honour either.
You will make me than the flea happier.
Your yielding to me will not do more harm
Than what the flea has done to you, dear.
[the verse of John Donne, The Flea, rewritten]
20.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Flea Market (Fun Poem 68)
When I was just a little nipper,
I cycled along to see
a flea market on the green.
I parked my bike,
and then sat down in the tall grass.
No one had to me
that they gave away fleas there too.
Therefore, while I was sitting there
one jumped on my ass,
and when I got back to school
and went to park my bike.
The little beggar bit
and I went dancing around
doing the flea-a-me-jig.
I must have looked a sight for sure,
a sight for sore eyes
as I racked my rear end to bits,
jumping around like a bouncing ball.
I either got him,
or he fell of dizzy as hell,
but he never bit me again.
29 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Food Left To Rot
market price
market fixed
market profit
not worth picking
costs more picking
than sold price paid
never fruit picked
never taste eaten
never starving fed
global waste sickening
poem by Terence George Craddock
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At a flea market I always head for the junk jewelry table first.
quote by Ethel Merman
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You see, I used to do a certain amount of market research by going to the local drugstore and seeing what the truck drivers would put up. Now it's all just copies from the latest best-seller list and damn little of anything else.
quote by Jerry Pournelle
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The Flea
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two;
And this, alas! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true; then learn how false fears be;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
poem by John Donne
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Why Do You Post A Poem Posted Days Ago?
i notice it
you keep on posting
and reposting poems
days ago
like wares
in the flea market
left unsold
last sunday
on a monday
i see your
poem again
looks like
a commodity
and you the
poet becomes
the cheap
vendor
shouting
for the
possible
victim?
i see, poems
too are goods
that you display
over and over
again
and reading
them makes
me feel
like i am
this shopper
repelled
by this
persistent
hawker?
ok, today
is another
poetic market
day
excuse me,
how much
is that poem?
yes the one
with lesser words
the one that
is worn out
yes, the one
that never
sells
yes the one
that is
outmoded
discount, please.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In deep silence
a distinguished violin
at the flea market—
the seller arranging
the strings in the lily’s shadow
tanka by Eduard Țară from Haiku: Magazine of Romanian – Japanese Relationships (2004), translated by Magdalena Dale
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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If' You Picked Up The Beat
Remember when we first met?
And we couldn't wait,
To touch our nakedness next?
The thrill of those sessions...
I confess I miss!
But after the hunt,
And we captured each other...
We allowed our bliss,
To turn into sssshhhhhady kisses...
Pecked to flea!
We spend no time together.
We can't wait from each other to leave.
Sssshhhhhady maybe we've become!
Because we haven't kept up together...
Our long lasting fun!
Remember how we use to stroll,
Hand in hand as if hypnotized?
Remember when we walked into that tree...
That day our eyes we could not leave.
Do you remember saying forever,
Together we would be?
And I remember us making love...
As if we were rabbits in heat!
Where is the spark that ignited,
My arched back?
Where has the thunder gone...
Between your thighs you packed?
Sssshhhhhady kisses...
Pecked to flea!
We spend no time together.
We can't wait from each other to leave.
Sssshhhhhady maybe,
We've become!
Because we haven't kept,
That togetherness...
We've done!
Remember when we first met?
And we couldn't wait,
To touch our nakedness next?
The thrill of those sessions...
I confess I miss!
But after the hunt,
And we captured each other...
We allowed our bliss,
To turn into...
'Sssshhhhh...
I am tired of hearing that same tune sung!
'If' you picked up the beat,
Under the sheets!
Perhaps we can have that heated fun! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I never appreciated 'positive heroes' in literature. They are almost always cliches, copies of copies, until the model is exhausted. I prefer perplexity, doubt, uncertainty, not just because it provides a more 'productive' literary raw material, but because that is the way we humans really are.
quote by Jose Saramago
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I Am... (Namaste, Number Two)
i picked up the broken pieces
of glass when you threw her picture,
and closed your eyes
as you stared at the walls.
i walked with you to the mailbox,
day after day....
i am the letter
your daughter never wrote.
i helped you dig the hole
to bury that old dog,
and mouthed the words of the prayer
that no one heard.
i walked with you down the aisle,
the best day of your life.
i helped your shaking hands
sprinkle dirt on the casket,
forty years later.
i felt your excitement,
the first time you made love.
almost drunk with the gentleness,
and the closeness that takes.
when you were old and alone,
i picked up your Bible,
and read to you,
words you'd almost forgotten.
i am the drunkard,
the addict, and the whore.
i am the preacher,
the lawyer, and the businessman.
i am the boy, the girl,
the man and the woman.
i am your religion,
and something deeper and stronger.
i am the image you dreamed of yourself.
i am the body you walked in..
the hands you touched with!
i am you,
and need be nothing more,
and most of all...
nothing less!
namaste!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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That's How Disconnected 'Some' People Are
The best way to keep a happiness achieved,
Is to remember...
How it was obtained.
Since many who envy it,
Believe what one has...
Can be purchased at a flea market.
Or received by way of a fling at a bar!
And they are upset,
A bargain was uncovered...
Before they got the opportunity to flaunt it themselves.
That's how disconnected from reality,
'Some' people are!
The others automatically assume it's fresh dicreeted sex.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fifi The Flea
(ransford)
Fifi the flea fell in love
With a clown from a flea circus fair
She gave him her heart
But he still couldnt see
That for such a long time she had cared
He put himself round all the other girl fleas
Unaware that he hurt her so badly
She cried in the arms of his manager friend
And declared that she loved the clown madly
One day fifi went
And this drove the clown wild
The poor little flea started crying
Never you mind his manager said
I ought not to tell but shes dyin
Dyin for love of you little flea
Youve broken her heart with your lyin
She couldnt stand to see you throw
Her love away without tryin
The day fifi died the little clown vowed
Hed tend her grave every hour
He broke down and cried
When he saw her grave
And on it he placed a small flower
Poor little flea he wasted away
Hed lost his fifi forever
So they opened her grave
Put him inside
Now at last they are together
song performed by by Hollies
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Walk By
ock and roll!
she walked down to the store at 8
the devil walks with her and he thinks shes great
when he looked at me i dont know wat i saw
i think hes trying to make me his son in law
when she walked by
walked by
walked by
she walked on by
walked by
walked by
walked by
she walked on by
egos fly and she walks by
she caught my eye on october ninth
thats 22 days before halloween
how did i know shed be my evil queen
when she walked by
walked by
walked by
she walked on by
walked by
walked by
walked by
she walked on by
my mother warned me against girls like you
she said stay away from them son you know they arent true
all there gonna do is put you under their spell
and when your going down your going straight to hell
walk by
walk by
walk by
im gonna walk on by
walk by
walk by
walk by
im gonna walk on by
walk on by
walk on by
walk on by
walk on by
song performed by by Good Charlotte from Good Charlotte
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Revenge In Japanese
Remember the girl
Abused with forks, knives, and razor blades
She finally left him
She had enough of her mans rage
Bandaids cover her scars
She left him bloodied
Beat his ass with a bat
Face sunk in like silly putty
Yall can sit back so I could study
Destruction of the family design
And how the morals of society decline
Essentially is beats to rhymes
Like grapes to wine
Its alright were in love
Cant live with or without
See she cant live with him
And cant live without him
Stress got her down
She need to deal with her problems
While the drama gets deeper
I puff on the reefer
She took the last step
And sent his ass to the reefer
Chaos is what she saw in the mirror
Scared of herself and the power that was in her
It took over and weighed heavily on her shoulders
Militant insanity is now what controlled her
Kill it before it reaches you
Missiles wont its approaching the mainland
What if it reaches the metropolitan areas
Cosmopolitan areas
Secure the lines prepare for departure
Calm calm calm
It is big business
And seems to be advancing underground
Because my style is underground
Im green with my red eyes mad tint
Flea flea flea
Rapido rapido
She feed plentiful electrifying the nation
Dont you see that we are in danger
How will we stop it she is attacking
Danger
Running out of time
song performed by by Papa Roach
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A Flea (Fun Poem 120)
You get into bed with your partner
and they toss and turn
as if they have a flea up their arse.
They keep you awake
with their fidgeting,
eventually you get to sleep
and believe it or not
they start to do it again.
By now, you are ready
to give up trying to sleep
or get the bug killer spray
to kill that damn flea.
poem by David Harris
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A flea can trouble a lion more than the lion can harm a flea.
Unusually Uncertain
Things are getting better,
Except of course they’re not.
The bailouts have worked miracles
with business gone to pot.
The Nation should experience
Slow growth or slow decline.
We should know soon, unless we don’t-
I can’t make up my mind.
Over in the Eurozone it’s Deutschland uber alles
If Greeks would work like Germans
I’d be sure this market rallies.
If P.I.G.S. escape the barnyard-
We’ll face ruin in our time.
We should know soon, unless we don’t
I can't make up my mind.
Greenspan always soothed my fears,
inchoate though he was.
Bernanke, on the other hand,
Clearly knows not what he does.
Yen and dollar parity will hasten our decline.
Quantitative easing is addictive he will find.
Unusually uncertain is a very scary line!
Irrational Exuberance? I’ll take that any time.
P.I.G.S>: Portugal, Ireland, Greece and Spain
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Flea Market
It is claimed,
After nine years of conflict...
A man labelled,
To be the originator of it...
Can not be found.
But children in our grade schools,
Know his name.
And his comments are given more attention...
As 'if' aired like a TV series.
And this man can not be found?
But a citizen minding his or her own business,
Can be detected walking on Earth...
By a satellite orbiting,
Miles above the ground?
And...
Uh...er...
Are there any other bargains at this flea market?
Or should we wait for something else fresh to be sold,
At the 'next' tag sale?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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