By Market Poetry
If you’re looking to find an investing blog
On to this site you should log
All the way from east to west
Stockblogs.com is simply the best
Organized, pointed, clean, and neat
For discovering blogs it just can’t be beat
And do you know which site will be added duly?
That’s right—it’s yours truly!
Hey editor—thanks for the link
We really should buy you a drink
Next site to link to us gets a haiku!
By Anonymous
Up, up and away!
The Fed has saved the day!
Not that inflation’s low,
But perhaps the rise in rates will slow.
S&P +26.87, Dow +217.24, Nasdaq +62.54
By Lisa Roberts
Hatred of losses
More than a love of fat gains
Keeps me in the game
By Market Poetry
There is a rich man named Warren B.
Who drinks cherry Coke, never coffee or tea
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner it’s meat
And at playing the market he just can’t be beat
If you are intrigued by this humble man
Come listen to how it all began
When a book by Ben Graham caught Warren’s eye
To New York he went to study with the guy
Graham taught him to buy stocks below net
A buck at forty cents is quite a safe bet
He credits ol’ Munger for pushing quality co’s
And for sticking to investing in things that he knows
From his home in Nebraska he started a firm
To invest in companies for the long term
Over the years he’s built quite a stash
He’s now worth billions and billions of cash
All types of things his companies sell
Insurance and jewelry and candy as well
Despite all the riches he never spent much
Even when dating, he always went Dutch
Philanthropy was never high on his list
Some even said he had a tight fist
For years Mr. B had made the claim
To charity his riches, once he’s gone from the game
So long as Warren’s heart was still ticking
He preferred to spend his days stock picking
And hanging with his buddy, Bill
Getting together for steaks on the grill
These two rich men liked to play bridge
With Warren drinking Cokes from the fridge
The games were always friendly, with but pennies in the pot
Until one day, an idea Bill Gates got
“Let’s do something we haven’t done yet—
Let’s play a hand, the winner gets the jet!”
“Why play for peanuts?,” asked Warren as he smiled
“Let’s play for a billion, that’ll get you riled!”
“Chump change,” said Bill without missing a beat
“I’m in for five billion!—can you take the heat?”
“I’ll do you one better,” said Warren that day
“85% of wealth the loser will pay”
“Geez,” replied Bill, “That’s quite a large hand”
“But if I win, that’ll be really grand”
“Uh-oh,” thought Warren, “he called my bluff”
“If I lose this one, it will be quite rough”
“But one condition!,” cried Warren, attempting to hedge
“The loser to charity the money will pledge”
Bill agreed and the cards were dealt
And that’s how Warren tightened his belt.
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By Market Poetry
Invest with not margin, but cash
You’ll be stopped from acting too rash
Attempts at big bettin’
The broker won’t let in
And your hide will be spared in a crash
Thanks, Rico, for the limerick inspiration!
By Rico of the ricoblog
Don’t throw money away when investing
Instead let it work while you’re resting
Just buy low and sell high
Here’s mud in your eye
And don’t trust rumors that just might be jesting.
Basic thoughts from a non-investor…
By Market Poetry
Seagate, Seagate, you tempt me so
At nine point eight, your P/E’s low
The balance sheet stores two billion cash
To shield you from a market crash
Your dividend yields one and a half
And high ROE’s, I do not laugh
With market share of forty percent
You’ll have no trouble paying rent
But insider selling is mighty strong
Have I gotten the analysis wrong?
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By Mike R.
I can see around corners
I know what’s coming
I just do.
Through talent born and skill developed
Innate and acquired
I call the shots
(Yes, some drops)
But most dead on.
I’m there, I’m there
If I can just hang on a little longer.
Stretch out the bills
And keep afloat
I can make it.
If I can just hang on a little longer.
Mike sends happy birthday wishes to Emma.
By Eliot
Tightly you have held my hand
Always returning upon demand
Comfort and assurance ran through the vein
And my forgiveness easy, without bane
Sometimes a stroll, oft a trot
Doubt you had granted not
A test of wills with bar set low
Until this just most recent blow
You have wandered, but have you left?
I know your walkings are with deft
My face is saddened, my pocket ripped
As now my gains are sprightly clipped
Yet today sorrow has found the door
The Dow’s up 198 and more
My heart adrift in an endless bay
I ask but this: will the rally stay?
After weeks of market declines, the Dow closed up 198.27 points today.
By Market Poetry
Must you take every last ounce?
Come on, ol’ market, how ‘bout a bounce?
If earnings were falling or cashflow was down
We’d understand why we’d need to frown
But do we really need to see that much red
Just due to offhand comments from the Fed?
Gold was too hot, emerging markets too
But not the S&P! For years it’s been blue!
So enough with this damage, it’s time to reverse
Or if you can’t go up, at least stop getting worse!
By Robert Frost
The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag
Was once the beauty Abishag.
The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good
For you to doubt the likelihood.
Die early and avoid the fate.
Or if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die in state.
Make the whole stock exchange your own!
If need be occupy a throne,
Where nobody can call you crone.
Some have relied on what they knew,
Others on simply being true.
What worked for them might work for you.
No memory of having starred
Atones for later disregard
Or keeps the end from being hard.
Better to go down dignified
With boughten friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!
Robert Frost (1874 – 1963) is a famous American poet.
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 Zalman
The building I bought had a rat
The building I bought was old
No doubt in the world about that
BUT
The building I bought was pure gold
Zalman lives in Brooklyn, NY and loves it.
By Kim Wu
Me trader
Updowninout
You have to catch me
Or I be gone
SNAP!
Profit
Loss
Profit
Loss
Quick fingers needed
Quicker mind better
Me trader
Kim, believe it or not, is a trader.
By Joey F.
Sometimes,
When my day comes to a slow,
And my mind releases
And relaxes,
I ponder
What it might be like
To be the God of Interest Rates
What if I were the Fed?
That all powerful economic being
Tyrant of the markets
Up! Down! Up! Down! Flat!
Would I relish in the power?
Would I love the spotlight?
Would I stand firm in the face of critics?
When I’m feeling down
Would I tickle rates just a little
To show who’s boss?
Would I speak to the future with greater clarity?
Or would I obfuscate just the same?
Would I know what to do in the face of economic adversity?
Would it matter?
Would I foresee?
Or is overreaction inherent to the system?
One day
In a different life
I would like to taste
What it would like to be the God of Interest Rates
Joey is studying to become a bond trader. Wish him luck!
By Anonymous
You can take your commodities
And shove ‘em up your butt
You had no idea what you were doing
Sheep, following the herd
You don’t deserve your returns
The money you raised won’t stick around long
So you beat me last year
And laughed as I stood firm to my beliefs
Revenge will be mine
When the tide recedes
All will see that you’ve been swimming naked
The author manages a hedge fund.
By Sulu
Wealth.
Attracts
Power, prestige, possibility, intrigue.
Its achievement.
Requires
Servitude, misery, sweat, pain.
Freedom.
Means
Resistance, independence, abandonment, foresight.
Sulu resides in Singapore.