Poetry for Traders...

The news is out
It's on the squawk
Everyone shouts, "It's bullish!"
Buying all around me
Surely, not foolish?

I'm watching price
Looking weak as hell
Turn-down my fill sound
Silently clicking
Sell...

Mate. There could be a market for this. Between you and Kite you could team up and publish a book of poetry for traders. Short burts of poetical wisdom. Humorous and philosophical. Let me know when it's out, I'll buy a copy.
 
Mate. There could be a market for this. Between you and Kite you could team up and publish a book of poetry for traders. Short burts of poetical wisdom. Humorous and philosophical. Let me know when it's out, I'll buy a copy.


Buy it?... We're waiting for your input!... you're the writer among us... :)
 
A day of missed opportunities
Has made this a late stay
I'm off home
Forget about it
Tomorrow's another day

(which I am, later all :))
 
An ode to complacency
I’m sitting here before my screens, finger on the trigger.
Another day, another win, how can my account get any bigger?
I’m so damn good I’ll double my size, the market will never notice
It’s 2 weeks later and now I’m broke
Go figure!
 
Nah, Magnus mate, I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the works of both yourself and the jedi.

Prose is more my thing.
 
Another one yet...

I'm missing trades
Left, right and center
The move underway
Before I enter

I'm looking forward
To days of ease
When I don't miss
All these opportunities

From all my learning
And knowing what I Know
That the feeling of missed opportunity
Will never, ever go.

Magnus
 
I've heard about this thing
It's called a 'losing streak'
Apparently losses
Day after day, they say
Lasting for a week

I've had a few wins and losses
But I know my method's fine
I'll believe it when I see it
Until then
I'll watch the rising equity line

I think I've just had it
That inevitable 'losing streak'
They never told me
It lasts longer than a week!
 
An Ode to Cable
It’s 6 in the morning and I’m already awake.
What will the new day bring? Which way will she break?
She’s been playful of late; but for that I’ll forgive her,
As long as today, she flows like a river.

It’s 9am now: 4 set-ups, 4 fakes.
Must keep trading - no matter what it takes,
I know she’s just flirting and soon she’ll decide.
Must keep trading – must get in on the ride.

Middle of the morning, she’s as choppy as hell,
Wrong time of day for me to buy, or to sell.
But something inside me wills me to trade,
I’m glad for my rules, which must be obeyed.

US data, out at 1.30......
It’s been a terrible morning and she’s playing it dirty.
I’m right on my limit and feeling the pain.
Why do you do this to me – again and again?

So the numbers are out and what have you done?
Sweet FA, except had some fun
At my expense, you brazen hussy
I’ll trade euro instead, ‘cos I ain’t fussy.

Damn it cable – you’ve screwed me again
Suckered me long then dropped like rain.
“Is it raining inside, it looks like it from here?”
No Rob, it’s tears - tears you’ve shed for fear…

“For fear of what – is it profit I lack?”
For fear she’s gone, and won’t be back.
“But all I want is a few hundred pips.”
She laughs, stops me out and pouts her lips.

When all is done I know I’ll remain
A loyal fan: my passion can’t wain.
Because when she’s good, making money is a snitch
But when she’s bad, she can be a right bloody bitch.
 
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An Ode to Cable
It’s 6 in the morning and I’m already awake
What will the new day bring? Which way will she break?
She’s been playful of late; but for that I’ll forgive her,
As long as today, she flows like a river.

It’s 9am now: 4 set-ups, 4 fakes
Must keep trading - no matter what it takes
I know she’s just flirting and soon she’ll decide
Must keep trading – must get in on the ride.

Middle of the morning, she’s as choppy as hell,
Wrong time of day for me to buy, or to sell.
But something inside me wills me to trade
I’m glad for my rules, which must be obeyed.

US data, out at 1.30
It’s been a terrible morning and she’s playing it dirty.
I’m right on my limit and feeling the pain
Why do you do this to me – again and again?

So the numbers are out and what have you done?
Sweet FA, except had some fun
At my expense, you brazen hussy
I’ll trade euro instead, ‘cos I ain’t fussy.

Damn it cable – you’ve screwed me again
Suckered me long then dropped like rain.
“Is it raining inside, it looks like it from here?”
No Rob, it’s tears - tears you’ve shed for fear…

“For fear of what – is it profit I lack?”
For fear she’s gone, and won’t be back.
“But all I want is a few hundred pips.”
She laughs, stops me out and pouts her lips.

When all is done I know I’ll remain
A loyal fan: my passion can’t wain.
Because when she’s good, making money is a snitch
But when she’s bad, she can be a right bloody bitch.

You've killed it.

This is next level stuff.
 
You put a dr. dre beat on that bad boy, and KiteJedi will be beefing with Ja Rule at the VMA Awards this time next year...
 
You put a dr. dre beat on that bad boy, and KiteJedi will be beefing with Ja Rule at the VMA Awards this time next year...

YouTube - Dr Dre - Still Dre Instrumental 2.5

Still doing that sh*t, huh, Dante?
Oh for sure, check me out
It's still D-A-N-T-E
Before I sell one lot, I know it will move a lot
'cause when I frequent T2W where I'm known to rock
You read the post in a thread when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dante fell off
How? My last call was the Euro
They want to know if he still got it
They say markets have changed, they want to know how I feel about it

Dante is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, looking for confluence, still with the pins
Still not loving Arabian (Uh huh)
Still rock my candles, tho tuff, with ease
Still got love for this site, repping 213
Still the market moves, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

I'm representing for them traders all across the world
Still taking my time to perfect my entry
And I still got love for this site, it's the D-A-N-T-E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, here I am, dipping again
Kept my eye on the charts, sold the Dollar Yen
Still not trading often, but doing 50 g a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my trading like Cali weed, I trade till I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., set a limit
Market bounces and Dante's in it
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
in the T2W World wide Wrecking Cru

So if you ain't up on thangs
Dante be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young traders get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gonna' get mine regardless
 
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Remembering when I first started
Thinking of the money I would make
Ignorant of the time and effort
That profitability would take

From initial passing interest
To unhealthy obsession
And all the others in between
Elation. Hope. Aggression.

A rollercoaster of emotions
Even praying to a trading God
The truth is somewhat simpler
It's confidence in you method


Magnus
 
I'm looking at my charts
Cable, Stocks and Gold
Sitting on my own
I'm in another world

This day hasn't gone so well
I've dropped a fair few grand
I want to go out and tell people
But I know they won't understand

That's the thing with trading
Just when you're getting clever
Suddenly the market's not so fun
When it's as random as the weather

Today's another trading day
I've made a fair few grand
I want to go out and tell people
But I know they won't understand.
 
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