By L. Ellman
My days are quite a living hell
Until I hear that closing bell
If money’s made, then all is well
If it’s lost, I admit, I yell
(It’s hard to call the buy and sell)
If you know how, I pray, do tell
By Detroit Gal
Stocks and bonds, oh me, oh my
I’d rather buy a pizza pie
Numbers, charts are quite a bore
I’d rather spend it at the store
On shoes, on pearls, on a brand new dress
(Perhaps that’s why my credit’s a mess!)
By Eve W.
Woe to the Street
For tide receding
and value submerged
The voice of the songbird is
silent
For there are no trees on Wall Street
Many have come and gone
Yet none are found
On duty’s inspection
Woe to the Street
For the ear that listens
but hears not
A nod
A smile, then
A corroded and tarnished truth
The faint hiss of the sycophant
Echoes
As he slithers away
Woe to the Street
For tide receding
and value submerged
Author’s Note: Eve is a published poet and index fund investor.
By Hannah S.
Author’s Note: I’m a 14 year old horse lover and wrote this poem after cantering for the first time! I hope you enjoy it!
By Market Poetry
I know but this compared to men
That morrow lies beyond my ken
The scholars state, adjust, and claim
As for my strength, ’tis not the same
But knowing what’s within my game
The narrow circle is marked but clear
At the border I perhaps dance near
But as for yonder I do not peer
And since these rules I do not bend
Faith I hold in a lovely end
Editor’s Note: We’d rather post your stuff than ours–submissions welcome!
By S. Aziz
The Risk Man sees differently
The destination he knows not
But the avenues and their likelihood
Flow through his veins
Complexity and doubt
Reduced!
To a distribution curve
Choices but mere numbers for Risk Man
Consequences irrelevant
So long as the avenue matches the desires
Borrow his glasses I do not
For they are spectacles of permanence
And while stocks trade on a market
Life does not
Dr. Aziz is an electrical engineer in Oregon.
by jonathan wells
not a member - but want to be
don’t have the cash - but one day will
barely understand the workings - but beginning to study
it’s a tightly sealed oyster - but i’ll get the pearl out
jon is a high school senior with plans to attend penn state in the fall
By Melvin Jacker
Youth! More hours have I spent in the markets
Than you have spent with your hearts beating
Know it alls you think you are
And your wages convince you that it is so
But you have not seen it all;
You have not seen the big, black bear
He will crush you
Unawares
Pain you do not know will come
With escape not to be found
Respect me not
But heed my warning
Some time
The big, black bear shall return
Melvin consistently beats his grandchildren at the video game Madden NFL, despite the arthritis.
By Anonymous
They say the market is a forgiving friend
To those who know it well
My secret is deep and dark
I do not share, I do not tell
I planned and obsessed as a wise man should
When fortune came my way
With grace and cleverness I acted
Alas, said fortune did not stay
The market is no friend of mine
Like a loose lady, the feelings were not real
Under pressure you will not know
I acted harshly, but I did not steal
Just a couple of years ago, the author was considered an investing guru.