I have traded a winning lottery ticket for sunshine promises and rainbow dreams
Isaack had a no return policy on all pottage sales
Cracked pots smoke prophet weed for profit on California shores
There smoke gets in your eyes as platters sing songs and Mack the knife is dropped
A blue moon where one can spoon, so many forks
The young will not understand these old words
A prophet speaks to the deaf and Eden ends its going out of business sale
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Online) - Published: June 3rd, 2026 02:51
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This was an enjoyable read .I loved the platters singing,Mack the night and Blue Moon is still one of my favourite songs.The ending is a little sad but all good things come to an end.Great journey here
Thank you so much David you are old enough to understand but like the death of Buddy Holly putting an end to music the phoenix raises again and I am sure Eden will reorganize as a new corporation. I deeply appreciate your read and comment Meu amigo
A poem packed with many hidden meanings to be uncovered. Nice write.
Thank you Soman for your read and understanding it is most appreciated
A powerful poem. Your poem reflects on themes of disillusionment, the fleeting nature of dreams, and the irony of human experience, particularly concerning consumerism and the search for meaning. It juxtaposes the idealism of “winning lottery tickets” and “sunshine promises” with the harsh realities represented by “no return policy” and “going out of business sales.” Your imagery evokes nostalgia and loss, suggesting that while dreams are alluring, they often lead to disappointment and confusion.
Thank you so much Friendship for the review and interpretation of this piece. Your words and encouragement are most appreciated
The iconic, smoke gerts in your eyes I'm sure was used in a heating advert here.
If I had saved all my lottery contributions, I would be Calefornian dreaming today.
Nostalgia, wasted on the young.
Thanks Paul for the read and comment it is appreciated
Good write my friend
Thanks so much Norman I appreciate your kind comments
most welcome
A fine write SB.
Thanks so much for the support Orchi
lol fabulous I enjoyed every line. 🌹
Thanks Teddy for the read and comment it is most appreciated so glad you understood it.
What gets me is 'Small Print'. You need a Microscope to read it . Or in a Supermarket and the Advent comes over the Speaker . And when they get to the Small Print they talk really fast .
You can't catch it. Good Write.
Thanks Kevin for the read and comment. Yes I am half blind myself and the print on medication inserts or contracts is so small even with a magnifying glass it can not be read.
Fine words soren, I have sung some of those songs.
Andy
Thanks Andy for the read and comment it is as always most valued
Soren, this reminds me of flipping radio stations late at night…snatches of songs, stories, scripture, advertisements, and memories all colliding together. It shouldn’t hold together as well as it does, but somehow it creates its own strange logic. Really enjoyed the trip, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much Tristan your read and comment are most appreciated
Very deep. Lots of good refrences. Enjoyed the read.
Thanks so much for the review it is most appreciated
I wish you would go into detail in the description of what this means to you
Thanks for the read Demar I leave it up to the reader to interpret because the young will not grasp it and the old already know its meaning
Sly Soren
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