Franco Di

Today's Market Poem: Some love a gamble that excites the brain, kicking up dust and raising cain. Action and fun, all pleasure no pain. That's a style that rides on a runaway train.

Today's Market Poem: Gather up all your facts. The moves on a chart, a stock on track. Position sizing and stops watch your back. Traders prepared do not lack. Whatever it takes to stay in the black.

Today's Market Poem: Silver and gold, cash we can fold. Stocks with momentum, moves that are bold. Assets being traded, bought and sold. Markets that run hot and cold. Patterns that repeat, the new echoes the old.

Today's Market Poem: Cash on the sidelines works its charm. Always prepared for a fire alarm. Being ready for action can do no harm. Of course we know better than to bet the farm.

Today's Market Poem: Trading is a different kind of animal that few people know. It waits and doesn't chase and rides with the flow. Traders calmly calculate, buying and selling, always ready to go. Each stock carefully lined up in a row.

Today's Market Poem: Following the money with a twist and a turn. Some make a fortune, others a slow burn. Stocks can be elusive with volatility and churn. One way or the other, we're going to learn.

Today's Market Poem: There's no money made doing addition from subtraction. Small loses add up quickly leaving zero satisfaction. A trader with a big ego has absolutely no attraction. That kind of thinking can do without action.

Today's Market Poem: FOMO and euphoria doing strange market gymnastics, trying to figure its math and stochastics. Rules in trading are the glue sealed with mastic. Volatility takes center stage, loud and bombastic.

Today's Market Poem: The joy behind a winning streak, can it last another week? Traders and their stocks dancing cheek to cheek. Profits on the table, a steady flow and reap. No one wants to hear any news that's bleak.

Today's Market Poem: We don't swing at every pitch. Trading is not an on or off switch. Following a good plan keeps you out of a glitch. It takes more than a day to find yourself rich.

Today's Market Poem: Charts and lines that cross and meet. The story it tells is never complete. Risk is a passenger in the next seat. Traders have a benchmark they simply must beat.

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Today's Market Poem: It's tax time and Uncle Sam wants his share. The road to profits has tolls and a fare. Success means the cubbard is full and not bare. Take a deep breath before they tax the air.

Today's Market Poem: Take some things with a grain of salt. So many things happen that are nobody's fault. Gold is a rock that sits in a vault. A wrench thrown into the works brings the machine to a halt.

Today's Market Poem: If it happened once it could happen again. The things that slip past us every now and then. Preparation is key, learn to say when. Protect your money like a mother hen.

Today's Market Poem: Billions invested in systems that compute. The world hungers for progress in ways we can't refute. Stocks get expensive, some dilute. Yet markets and machines still need to reboot.

@GossettTrading Thank you! Hope all is well.

@FrancoDi Hi Frank - hope that you are doing well my friend. Great poem as always!

Today's Market Poem: Stability is not a market's favorite place. It loves to jump and get into the race. Traders manage to keep up the pace. Still, trends can disappear and not leave a trace.

Today's Market Poem: Risk solutions are always part of the scene. Trades with protection are better managed and clean. Unlimited upside is such a nice dream. Too bad stocks tend to run out of steam.

Today's Market Poem: Signals and signs, stocks follow their line. Setups forming patterns as prices align. Markets are open thirty past nine. Traders ready for action at the drop of a dime.