What Doesn't Amazon Want to Sell?

Quid Pro Quo

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Stuart Miles via freedigitalphotos.net

Addiction comes in many forms.

Some fit the norms of society -

accidentally acquired afflictions

which worm their way in our lives.

Happily blind to the signs -

our minds content to rest,

ignore logic and predictions,

feel blessed that our will thrives.

One day we will realize

we despise our lives -

we are just menial workers

fulfilling another's plan,

not Queens of our hives.

Copyright © 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

Amazon hopes to soon sell us groceries

at prices and delivery times certain to please.

Once they are able to meet all of our needs,

they will hold the power to make our wallets bleed.

Technorati Tags: Amazon, Pantry, Poem, Rhyme, Cost, Poetry

How Will Southern California Survive This Chilly Winter?

So. Cal. Chill

by Rachel Hoyt

 

image by James Barker via freedigitalphotos.net

 

 

It's so cold I had to dry

my hair completely and then lie

to my boss about why I

was late on this important date.

 

It's so cold I had to pull

socks on my feet and wished for wool

although I felt like a big fool

wearing white socks with Birkenstocks.

 

It's so cold I had to change

my sheets to flannel (which felt strange)

and move my bed far out of range

of the chill which spills from my windowsill.

 

It's so cold I had to heat

up my food so I could eat

and stop the teeth chattering beat

accompanying my mind's whining.

 

Copyright © 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

Technorati Tags: Cold, Weather, Poem, Rhyme, Weird, Poetry

It may feel cold, but we should hear

how silly we sound to certain ears.

 

Bitcoins Aren't Just Taking Over Wallets, They're Innundating the News

Ode to Bitcoins

by Rachel Hoyt

 

image by idea go via freedigitalphotos.net

 

 

That thin air chain of golden weight,

That cha-ching we can't hear or feel,

That incognito, tax free bait

with trendy pop appeal -

 

How big your dreams to change the world,

How grand your plans to keep wealth safe,

How strange your game is tightly twirled

with what makes wallets chafe -

 

Oh that your roots grow strong and deep,

Oh that your limbs bend with the breeze,

Oh that your leaves fall in a heap

and end this fiscal tease.

 

Copyright © 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved

 

 

Many bitcoin stories inspired me

to write this little ode for thee:

 

The Bitcoin Survival Guide

Bitcoin's Fatal Flaw

Cleancoin: The Future of Bitcoin Regulation?

DDoS Attacks Make Bitcoins Cheaper

 

 

Technorati Tags: Bitcoin, Currency, Cash, Poem, Rhyme, Poetry