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Poet of Wall Street

Ambition, fortune & the closing bell.

Step onto the floor of Poet of Wall Street, where a young trader answers the opening bell, a bull and a bear wrestle in the valley and a widow's biscuit tin is kept as safe as it had been. From a penny stock prayer to a margin call in the rain, these twenty-two poems count what money can buy and what it never can. Read them between the bells, and keep a level head.

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Preview edition. Poet of Wall Street is still in progress. All 22 of its poems are drafts written in the author's style, marked Draft, and waiting for the author's review. The introduction and the 3-in-1 commentary are working drafts that are still being edited.

Introduction

Wall Street is more than a street

Wall Street is more than a street. It is a bell that rings at half past nine, a bronze bull charging through hard times, a biscuit tin of savings set down on a counter, and a jar of coins waiting for the rain. In every one of them, money is tested, and so is the heart that holds it.

Poet of Wall Street gathers twenty-two poems about ambition and fortune. Some begin with a first paycheck, some with a whisper that should never have been heard, and one with a garage light burning after nine. Each one is a trade: some end in a fortune, and some end in a lesson that is worth more.

Through these pages, walk the trading floor from the opening bell to the closing bell. Read one before the market opens, and let the rest keep you steady when the screens turn red. Enjoy!

Contents

22 poems

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The Opening Bell

At half past nine the bell rings out across the marble hall, And a thousand hopes rush forward…

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Bulls and Bears

The bull came charging up the hill with horns held to the sky, He tossed the prices upward and…

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Ticker Tape Dreams

My grandfather kept a paper strip inside a wooden drawer, A curl of ticker tape he saved from…

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My First Paycheck

It came inside an envelope as thin as autumn air, My first paycheck from the city, and I held it…

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The Charging Bull

There's a bronze bull down on Broadway with his nostrils flaring wide, And the tourists stand in…

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Compound Interest

A penny in the morning, and a penny more by noon, And the pennies start to gather like the stars…

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A Penny Stock Prayer

I found a stock for pennies in a corner of the screen, It promised gold and rockets and the…

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The Trading Floor

The trading floor was thunder when my uncle wore the vest, With a hundred voices shouting and no…

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Red Monday

The screens turned red on Monday like a sunset in the rain, And the numbers kept on falling down…

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The Bubble

There once were tulip flowers that were worth a house in town, And the people traded petals till…

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Dividends of Patience

I planted a small apple tree the year my son was born, And I bought a share of honest work that…

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The Insider's Whisper

A man in a grey suit leaned in close beside the elevator door, And he whispered me a secret that…

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A Broker's Lunch

At noon the brokers gather at the diner on the square, With their ties thrown over shoulders and…

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The Intern

I came to Wall Street as an intern with a borrowed suit and tie, And a subway card, a sandwich…

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Candles on the Chart

My screen is lit with candles, but they give no wax or flame, They are green and red and…

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The Widow's Savings

Missus Mabel brought her savings in a biscuit tin of blue, Every dollar that her husband saved…

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Midnight Futures

While New York sleeps, the markets wake in Tokyo and Seoul, And the futures start to flicker…

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Margin Call

I borrowed to buy more of it, for surely it would climb, And I felt like I was clever and ahead…

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The Ledger of Honest Men

My father was a bookkeeper with ink upon his thumb, And he balanced every column to the very…

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IPO Morning

For years they built it in a garage with a soldering iron's glow, With noodles for their dinner…

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The Rainy Day Fund

My grandmother kept a jar marked for the days when rain would fall, And she fed it every Friday…

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The Closing Bell

At four o'clock the closing bell rings out across the hall, And the day's long fight is over for…