Brian Kunman
If you’re profitable
And cheap (very!)
I might buy you
If you’re simple
And understandable (even to me!)
I’ll take a look
If I’m lucky
And smart (just a little!)
I might make a fortune
Brian asks that you wish him luck!
By Ted D.
I’m so tired of watching stocks move all around all day long with no end and I’m just not interested in playing this game anymore because there’s gotta be a better way to make money than watching tickers dance on a screen somebody else can do this ‘cause I don’t like investing in the stock market anymore…phew!
Ted works in the logistics department of a Fortune 500 company.
Timothy & Alisha Albear
My money, won through sweat
Sits nervously
While the wind blows
And off in the distance
A thump
Echoes through the streets
Ruffling in the wind
Painfully on edge
The chill of the wind
Wraps itself around and around
In the end
I know not where my riches lay
The Albears write in from Maine.
By Nina
Some say real estate investing is passé
Others argue it’s the only way
Whether you buy & hold or fix & flip
Assets feel real when with your hand you can grip.
Read more about real estate investing at Nina’s site Queercents.
By Davie Jr.
All that we needed
Was a few kind words from Ben
For a big rally
Thanks, Ben!
By Raymond L. Walter
Your movements fill me with joy, indeed merely hearing your name
You are at times random
But fair always; loyal to no one more than the other
With great emotion and force you gyrate
Providing opportunity to the patient and shrewd
Knowing full well emotions’ impact on our interaction
I stay the course
And hold tight
This poem was written in response to yesterday’s anonymous submission, Market Anger.
By Anonymous
Your movements fill me with anger, indeed merely hearing your name
You are a thief, a traitor, a disloyal one
With no sense of civility you gyrate
Knowing full well emotions’ impact on our interaction
I change course
And go short
The author is an investor with 7 years experience.
By Mitchell
Like a rose plucked precipitously
The dividend makes its way to my account
Does it sit prettier there?
Painful taxes and the task of reinvestment I now face
Had my rose remained attached
Would it not smell sweet?
And blossom further?
And to other roses yield?
By Mark of Fallsburg
Technology does not work without you
The world does not work without you
My dear Intel
At forty dollars I made you mine
But you have dropped like a leaden weight since
I remember your glory days!
I yearn for their return
Irreplaceable you are, and that will be recognized
I hold tight
And await
The rekindling of your kingship!
Mark holds 485 shares of Intel.