#banks
I'll take asking price
Simply make an offer
Just came on the market
Sometimes I'm near the water
My hearth is cracked and cold
Just needs a little spackle
My windows are quite old
But I bet you'd make em sparkle
Hardwood's a tad worn out
The attic's full of bats
The stairs only go south
So there's no turning back
Once you pass my threshold
You realize you can't leave
As my aches take ahold
You appreciate for me
My creaky pipes
Your sleepless nights
My unkempt lawn
Your neighbors' blight
They don't know
Your chronic fight
Trapped in the basement
Searching for light
Yes, I'm prime real estate
Simply make an offer
Enslaved for 30 years
Left with an empty coffer
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
We are but perpetual donkey's chasing a carrot
on an invisible rod
suspended from our collar.
Oh how I love that mighty dollar.
In my pocket, in my bank
I love the way money stinks!
Credit unions deep in debt
I haven’t lost my bitcoin yet..
Invisible credit shall suffice
like you the bank robs me
most every night..
So....
Buy some silver, buy some gold,
buy some land before you fold..
The love of money
can be a hell of a load..
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 6:49 AM UTC
Battle not for red and blue
They’re both the same machine
The real choice that’s coming up
Is orange versus green
Bitcoin holds your value well
Come join the Bitcoin scene
Skip inflation’s stealthy theft
Choose orange versus green
From Iceland to Australia
And countries in between
People are awakening
To orange versus green
Money made by central banks
With printing that’s obscene
You can pick another way
Choose orange versus green
Break free from your assumptions
And question your routine
For everyone can benefit
From orange over green
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 9:16 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Money in a Tin Can Buried in the Back Yard
Early this morning to the bank’s drive-through
Which, after the lobby model, was closed
There was no sign about when it would open
Only news that the bank had been sold and bought
So what is my bank going to be named nest week?
Velcro Sign State Bank
The Bank of What’s Happening Now
The Whatever We’re Named This Week Bank
Fill-in-the-Blank Bank
Guess Who We Are Bank
Mystery Bank
Random String of Consonants Bank
A Big Bank that Devours Other Banks Bank
Closed
More and more often banks are locked and barred -
Less useful than a tin can buried in the yard
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
Everyday style up and give thanks
Even though you're not visiting banks
Just have in mind nothing of all is cranks
Crank enough to find taps on top of tanks
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 2:25 PM UTC
Walking side by side
For million miles
amd yet
Unreachable
Like the two river banks
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
Banks o' Doon
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch
Oh, banks and hills of lovely Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair;
How can you chant, diminutive birds,
When I'm so weary, full of care!
You'll break my heart, small warblers,
Flittering through the flowering thorn:
Reminding me of long-lost joys,
Departed―never to return!
I've often wandered lovely Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And as the lark sang of its love,
Just as fondly, I sang of mine.
Then gaily-hearted I plucked a rose,
So fragrant upon its thorny tree;
And my false lover stole my rose,
But, ah!, he left the thorn in me.
“The Banks o’ Doon” is a Scots song written by Robert Burns in 1791. It is based on the story of Margaret (Peggy) Kennedy, a girl Burns knew. Keywords/Tags: Robert Burns, song, Doon, banks, Scots, Scottish, Scotland, translation, modernization, update, interpretation, modern English
Translations of Scottish Poems
Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar [1460-1525]
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest in bounty and in beauty clear
and in every virtue that is held most dear―
except only that you are merciless.
Into your garden, today, I followed you;
there I saw flowers of freshest hue,
both white and red, delightful to see,
and wholesome herbs, waving resplendently―
yet everywhere, no odor but rue.
I fear that March with his last arctic blast
has slain my fair rose of pallid and gentle cast,
whose piteous death does my heart such pain
that, if I could, I would compose her roots again―
so comforting her bowering leaves have been.
Ballad
by William Soutar
translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
O, surely you have seen my love
Down where the waters wind:
He walks like one who fears no man
And yet his eyes are kind!
O, surely you have seen my love
At the turning of the tide:
For then he gathers in his nets
Down by the waterside!
Yes, lassie we have seen your love
At the turning of the tide:
For he was with the fisher folk
Down by the waterside.
The fisher folk worked at their trade
No far from Walnut Grove:
They gathered in their dripping nets
And found your one true love!
Keywords/Tags: William Soutar, Scottish, Scot, Scotsman, ballad, water, waterside, tide, nets, nets, fisher, fishers, fisher folk, fishermen, love, sea, ocean, lost, lost love, loss
Lament for the Makaris (“Lament for the Makers, or Poets”)
by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
i who enjoyed good health and gladness
am overwhelmed now by life’s terrible sickness
and enfeebled with infirmity;
the fear of Death dismays me!
our presence here is mere vainglory;
the false world is but transitory;
the flesh is frail; the Fiend runs free;
how the fear of Death dismays me!
the state of man is changeable:
now sound, now sick, now blithe, now dull,
now manic, now devoid of glee;
and the fear of Death dismays me!
no state on earth stands here securely;
as the wild wind waves the willow tree,
so wavers this world’s vanity;
and the fear of Death dismays me!
Death leads the knights into the field
(unarmored under helm and shield)
sole Victor of each red mêlée;
and the fear of Death dismays me!
that strange, despotic Beast
tears from its mother’s breast
the babe, full of benignity;
and the fear of Death dismays me!
He takes the champion of the hour,
the captain of the highest tower,
the beautiful damsel in full flower;
how the fear of Death dismays me!
He spares no lord for his elegance,
nor clerk for his intelligence;
His dreadful stroke no man can flee;
and the fear of Death dismays me!
artist, magician, scientist,
orator, debater, theologist,
all must conclude, so too, as we:
“the fear of Death dismays me!”
in medicine the most astute
sawbones and surgeons all fall mute;
they cannot save themselves, or flee,
and the fear of Death dismays me!
i see the Makers among the unsaved;
the greatest of Poets all go to the grave;
He does not spare them their faculty,
and the fear of Death dismays me!
i have seen Him pitilessly devour
our noble Chaucer, poetry’s flower,
and Lydgate and Gower (great Trinity!);
how the fear of Death dismays me!
since He has taken my brothers all,
i know He will not let me live past the fall;
His next victim will be —poor unfortunate me!—
and how the fear of Death dismays me!
there is no remedy for Death;
we must all prepare to relinquish breath,
so that after we die, we may no more plead:
“the fear of Death dismays me!”
To a Mouse
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch
Sleek, tiny, timorous, cowering beast,
why's such panic in your breast?
Why dash away, so quick, so rash,
in a frenzied flash
when I would be loath to pursue you
with a murderous plowstaff!
I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
has broken Nature's social union,
and justifies that bad opinion
which makes you startle,
when I'm your poor, earth-born companion
and fellow mortal!
I have no doubt you sometimes thieve;
What of it, friend? You too must live!
A random corn-ear in a shock's
a small behest; it-
'll give me a blessing to know such a loss;
I'll never miss it!
Your tiny house lies in a ruin,
its fragile walls wind-rent and strewn!
Now nothing's left to construct you a new one
of mosses green
since bleak December's winds, ensuing,
blow fast and keen!
You saw your fields laid bare and waste
with weary winter closing fast,
and cozy here, beneath the blast,
you thought to dwell,
till crash! the cruel iron ploughshare passed
straight through your cell!
That flimsy heap of leaves and stubble
had cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you're turned out, for all your trouble,
less house and hold,
to endure the winter's icy dribble
and hoarfrosts cold!
But mouse-friend, you are not alone
in proving foresight may be vain:
the best-laid schemes of Mice and Men
go oft awry,
and leave us only grief and pain,
for promised joy!
Still, friend, you're blessed compared with me!
Only present dangers make you flee:
But, ouch!, behind me I can see
grim prospects drear!
While forward-looking seers, we
humans guess and fear!
To a Louse
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly?
Your impudence protects you, barely;
I can only say that you swagger rarely
Over gauze and lace.
Though faith! I fear you dine but sparely
In such a place.
You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder,
Detested, shunned by both saint and sinner,
How dare you set your feet upon her—
So fine a lady!
Go somewhere else to seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Off! around some beggar's temple shamble:
There you may creep, and sprawl, and scramble,
With other kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Where horn nor bone never dare unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now hold you there! You're out of sight,
Below the folderols, snug and tight;
No, faith just yet! You'll not be right,
Till you've got on it:
The very topmost, towering height
Of miss's bonnet.
My word! right bold you root, contrary,
As plump and gray as any gooseberry.
Oh, for some rank, mercurial resin,
Or dread red poison;
I'd give you such a hearty dose, flea,
It'd dress your noggin!
I wouldn't be surprised to spy
You on some housewife's flannel tie:
Or maybe on some ragged boy's
Pale undervest;
But Miss's finest bonnet! Fie!
How dare you jest?
Oh Jenny, do not toss your head,
And lash your lovely braids abroad!
You hardly know what cursed speed
The creature's making!
Those winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice-taking!
O would some Power with vision teach us
To see ourselves as others see us!
It would from many a blunder free us,
And foolish notions:
What airs in dress and carriage would leave us,
And even devotion!
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June
and my love is like the melody
that's sweetly played in tune.
And you're so fair, my lovely lass,
and so deep in love am I,
that I will love you still, my dear,
till all the seas run dry.
Till all the seas run dry, my dear,
and the rocks melt with the sun!
And I will love you still, my dear,
while the sands of life shall run.
And fare you well, my only love!
And fare you well, awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
though it were ten thousand miles!
Comin Thro the Rye
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch
Oh, Jenny's all wet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye.
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
Should a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need anybody cry?
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye.
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
Should a body meet a body
Comin' through the glen,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need all the world know, then?
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye.
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
Auld Lange Syne
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And days for which we pine?
For times we shared, my darling,
Days passed, once yours and mine,
We’ll raise a cup of kindness yet,
To those fond-remembered times!
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
Hot air blowing under the noon sky
beads of sweat trickling vermilion on the frowned brow
Ssss Ssss
exhaustion slipped from raisin lips
Thump Thump
clothes pulsated on a flat river stone.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
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This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "किनारों का निश्छल प्रेम " published in anhadkriti (Dec. 2017) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2Ex69ip
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Only water streams of the river
meets in the Ocean
The banks of the river
never meets with each other
they always stand face to face
but do not come near
If one comes near sometimes
The other moves far and away
To maintain the Distance
It's not so, that they
do not want to meet
But if they will meet
The river will not stay
That too will become a pond
Its water will also rot
Its continuous flow will stop
To maintain the existence
Of the free flowing river
For welfare of living beings
For quenching their thirst
Its very very important
the banks should never meet
The truth is that they are one
even if they are not able to meet
What is life? Life is love
What is love, it's Sacrifice
Without sacrifice, love is lifeless
The banks have completely understood
the essence and decided their destiny
that they shall never ever meet
For the welfare of the world
Its essential, important and mandatory
Banks are disciplined
By their own self-discipline
If the river also follows discipline
Inspired by the discipline of banks
Its beauty gradually increases
Peoples bow and pray to the river
With great respect and devotion
But whenever water streams of river
Encroaches the boundary of the banks
they are criticized and reprimanded
As it betrays the love
betrays the sacrifice
betrays the benevolence of the banks
by completely forgetting and
tarnishing the efforts of banks
And Take away with them
Hundreds of homes
And finally earn disrespect
Well, the existence of the edges
is also because of the water stream
If the edges meet with each other
They will lose their own identity
So, this subtle concept needs to be
Understood clearly and deeply
'Devotion persists only uptill the
desires remain un-fulfilled'
If one is able to see the God
and gets his desire fulfilled, then
the devotee ceases to be a devotee
his devotion disappears immediately
and he often gets angry with God
So the Banks of river
always pray to god
'Our love should remain forever
But like parallel lines
We should never meet each other
Because of us the river must exist
Water streams must stay forever
And remain as a medium
for communicating our love
towards each other'
Such guileless love of the banks
Where else on earth can be seen?
God also salutes their true love
I wish their love should remain alive
It's not always like -
that the shores never meet
Yes, two banks of same river
Do not meet with each other
But a bank of a river
Sometimes manages to meet
with the bank of another river
Because in such case there is
absolutely no fear of
the water streams getting stagnant
The water stream of two rivers
joins with each other
and is called 'confluence'
Its importance increases
Its respect also increases
If one bank of first river meets
another bank of second river
then the second bank of the first river
never minds at all
and never ever gets sad
Its love remains constant as it was
unconditional and unbiased
Moment moment every moment
Second second every second
Let's bow before such
True and unconditional love
Hundred and Thousand Times
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
Louder than my voice, You have spoken in me
Deeper than my longing, You have sprung eternal
Beyond my foresight, You are prophesying to me
After all my reason, You are unimaginable (unfolding unimaginable things)
Before my expectation, You've exceeded what is conceivable
In the most secret place, You consume completely
And deep calls out to deep
Above a kingdom's reach, Your reign overcomes
Beneath the meaning of existence, Your laws dictate reality
At the moment of seeking, You have sought and found
Greater than my strength, You uphold the infinite (and I within it more carefully)
In the fulfillment of time, You are waiting
With the wisdom of ages, Your ways are everlasting
And deep calls out to deep, whispering your fullness:
"If there is faith, You are believed."
"If there is hope, You are looked upon."
"If there is love, You are reflected."
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
con-spir-a-cy
Noun: a secret plan by a group
to do something unlawful and harmful.
Verb: the action of plotting or conspiring.
Conspiracy theorists,
are actually theorists of conspiracy,
while those in charge conspire.
While it’s easy to shrug off
and dismiss as “crazy,”
if you do the research
and dig down the rabbit hole,
you might start to question things
as well.
Take neither the red or blue pill,
as the pharmaceutical companies
will profit more from slow treatment,
or placebo effect, than they ever would from curing you once.
But open your eyes, and squint
to see, truly see, the world around you.
Why budget more into a military
than a healthcare or education system,
if you don’t intend to profit from it?
Industrial Military War Complex
is a real term and it’s definition
is dollar signs and blood.
The government is no longer politicians, but investors.
Sure some of us get a bad rap,
and we’re grouped in with the
eccentric or uneducated,
or just flat out theatrical.
But we’re the believers.
The ones who know that a society
is not just a structure, it’s a well
oiled, well designed machine
to keep the bottom on the bottom
and the top on the top.
I can’t say for sure that the Queen is a lizard,
and I’m pretty certain the world is
not flat,
but can any of us truly know?
Besides the Queen and those lucky few who travel to space...
how do you know for sure?
Even astronauts can be put into
a stasis, placed inside a simulation
and not know of it.
They would think they’re floating
in a satellite above our planet,
up until someone broke the
airlock, and they weren’t killed.
You see what I did there?
I took it too far.
And that’s what gets us the reputation of being crazy.
Would it be too crazy to believe,
those who take it a touch too far
are government plants to provide
an illusion of insanity
and discredit us completely?
You’ve heard of crisis actors,
but are their theorist actors?
Just know that the American government and CIA did once
(that we know of)
mull over the possibility of a False Flag Operation,
but on paperwork they rejected it.
The fact that the idea of attacking your own citizens to justify invasions of other countries
and create warfare was even on the table,
are the things that keep me on edge.
And should keep you on edge too.
I could go on forever about the
inconsistencies in testimonials,
footage, and Warren Commission Reports.
About common sense and intuition,
cold hard facts and brutal realities.
But, it’s not my job to pop balloons of blissful ignorance,
and those who don’t wish to see
the truth will forever stare at a counterfeit world telling themselves
it’s the real deal.
Anarchy would never work,
and communism could never be fair.
But democracy is made up of
well known names and popular
faces, of occasionally publicly approved personalities,
who are in turn overcome with
greed and then bought out and controlled by corporations and the big banks we entrust our salaries to.
They have our money, but not our
best interest at heart.
It’s like paying for a therapist
who will disregard everything you say, and then tell you to get back in line.
If someone aspires to have a position where they mediate and alter a group of people’s structure,
don’t you think they might have a power issue?
That if money makes the world go ‘round,
we’re all just numbers and barcodes?
And that maybe, it’s just safer for
those who make the world turn
to tell us what we want to hear
while showing us images of how
much worse it could be?
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
We are all zombies
of the institution,
when will stop following
the others that walk through
life feeding of others misfortune..
Break the shackles of life,
don't walk, run free.
Be yourself not a clone stumbling
on roads to no where..
Walk paths that others fear to tread.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
Two coffee shops, one left one right, ancient
History of modern Rome, post-war families saving
Ethiopian delights, surviving selling beans rebuilding
The Eternal City, bringing back normality by drugging
Insanity. I knew them both since I was a child, holding
My father’s hand while he drank, the elixir and I
Ate my tramezzino looking up at his smile. Contagiously
Spreading the good vibes as he joked, with young
Bartenders sons, of local bar owners serving
Residents. Went to each yesterday, one for cigarettes
The other, for corretto, another way to gulp a drop
Of spirit disguising, in the tiny cup, of a dark mask.
Young tapsters have grown old yet remain, brewing
In solitude, relatives absent some departed.
At the cashier two Chinese ladies discovered, to be
The wives of new owners, foreigners employing
Italians, weird products of migration, for ambitious
Populations conquering integration, as their kids
Go to the same school as mine and locals mock
The change, living in the glory of the past, when
National espresso only charged, seven hundred lire
European currency exchanged, in ninety cents for those
Who don’t know, triple its original price. My bank
Stuck in the middle of the two has also changed
In twenty years, my first account at eighteen
Transformed, me into the witness of many comes
And goes, directors and vice, bankers and services
Evolving to reward, my loyalty with fraud.
Two nights ago it shamelessly stole, fifty euros of me
Claiming, inexistent liabilities on a contract that had none.
Peanuts to unconscious holders, asking explanations
To hear clerks remark, they have no idea and will
Eventually know in ten days time, when the statement
Will sentence the crime, as legal commending me to shut
Up, accept the theft, give thanks. Going tomorrow to grab
A coffee and close, twenty years of history, mine.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
It is a wheel
rolling over you,
slowly,
letting you feel
it all, leaving you
lowly.
You'll be begging
it to stop,
dollars flying
from the top.
Those who turn the wheel
consider themselves holy.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
The many moments we spend together
Shall never find themselves replaced
Each second we will find it to be true
From our hearts, they will never escape
All the moments are securely deposited
In their beautiful entirety each day
Like the memory banks of our computers
To replay over again while one is away
Being away from the other brings sadness
Making the hours of a day seem like years
And it’s during those times we are apart
We might even find we shed lonely tears
For in this world, we can never be assured
How long the time we have together might be
The moment might come when we’re left alone
With only a closet full of tender memories
Let’s choose to live our lives to the fullest
Never letting a moment of time to slip away
Without placing a lovely image of our true love
Deep inside our hearts treasure chest to stay.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
Motto,
"Where consumers go to borrow in aid of a common good."
...because all interest is given to social causes directed to by the publicly-elected board of directors. A true good for all mankind whom wish to participate.
A real bank.
A real social institution.
That doesn't,
EXIST
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
*Sea of money, green wave it crashes...
...take it peon, take all your lashes!
Homeowners, taxpayers, nation, investor,
my hands on it all, everything; for I am molester!*
*Ideology, philosophy and ego,
entering your hearts, your minds; the Sea Goat!
All of it for my class, the world is our pile...
...now I choke off the spigot and wither you Gen-tile!*
Money subjugation, adorn it with laurels...
*Banker am I!
The man of no morals!*
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
It was the day the toilet broke,
the day the bank was robbed
when my wife walked out,
suitcase in hand. Her head
blown off on the pavement
in the gunfire between bank robbers
and police. It was that kind of day.
That evening I had the toilet repaired.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
N: "No...
wait,
is a bank account,
the baggy underneath my mattress?
'cause that has an old sandwich in it."
M: "No,
a bank account is
where you put your money in a thing,
and people watch the thing,
and you gain interest at a really, really,
really slow rate."
N: "So what you're saying,
is a bank is a
**********
I put my money in her,
and at a really, really,
really slow rate
I get interested in her
and people watch her,
with my money.
A bank is a **********
I think I get it.
Yes,
I have one of those."
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Here they come
rolling and warm,
fresh from a spring of pain
welling up
without warning, without guise
along the banks of tired eyes
waiting and wailing,
drinking in its course
of the inevitable
before the wild fall rushes in,
then impatient and carefree
like a rivulet it runs
along the parched contours
of a lifeless expanse
mating with the lips
burning with desire and laden with salt
to pry open the wound
that woke up a bleeding cry
trapped inside a scarred soul
waiting for redemption
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
Those like David McWilliams tried to make us see the light,
but our politicians were quick to tell us everything was all right
It’s grand they said; sure our economy is booming,
though now it appears they knew disaster was looming
It seems the easy credit and ridiculous property prices,
left the banks owing billions, facing a financial crisis
and one night our politicians agreed the bank guarantee,
borrowing billions from Europe, selling our sovereignty.
The billions owed by the banks were to be paid by you and me,
which meant we all faced years of austerity
The money disappeared almost as quickly as Fianna Fail,
we were at the mercy of the Troika, Angela Merkel and all.
We owed billions in the form of a promissory note,
with billions to be paid each year, by rote
The banks and the developers washed their hands of it all,
some even representing us now in the Dail!
Yes the banks and bond holders who were mostly to blame,
did not lose a penny, they knew how to play the game
But for us there’s no help, it’s an absolute shame,
and the politicians reasoning sounds completely lame
We had our politicians and the business world to thank,
but they laughed all the way to the nearest offshore bank
Swiftly followed by developers and entrepreneurs,
all this country got from them was a collective Up Yours!
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
I can see you struggling// boy, don't hurt your brain// thinking of what you're gonna say// everything's a game// always trying to calculate// trying to look smart but not too smart// to threaten anything they say.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
The clouds hid the red sky that day
Amid the wind and rain
No red sky meant no sailors warning
The waves broke high and hard
They passed the breakers and the kegs
They missed the red sky morning
The ships out on the water
From the shore to the Grand Banks
Were helpless in the coming storm
No choice to turn and run
The best bet was stay put
There was no port to get warm
The skies were filled with nothingness
the clouds like a sharks eye
Shades of black were all they saw
The icy waves of winter
Broke the calm of the early morn
For red sky in the morning is an unwritten sailors law
The Captain closed the bar down
On the Digby ferry crossing
The doors were being opened by each wave
They couldn't see the white caps
Only sky and see was all
And the souls he had to save
There were fifteen boats in transit
When the storm came bearing down
Most were halfway home or so
Now they all were stranded
In the journey between heaven and hell
Which direction they were headed only God would know
Turn sideways and you'd flip it
Just sit still and you were dead
You had to ride the water hellish ride
Hatches all were battened
Windows sealed and doors shut tight
Sailors tried to stay inside
Water spouts were forming
Off the stern and then the port
Navigate the safest spot and keep low
The door to Davy Jones' locker
Was opened and ready to accept
Any boat who made the choice to venture down below
On shore the coast guard were all scrambled
Planes were sent out just in case
More to recover than to save
Families awaited word by radio
The lines from all the ships were down
Some lost to a watery grave
Each year the ocean opens up
Mother Nature takes some back
It's just the circle of life at sea
Prayers are said at the Mariners Hall
Bells are rung for the dead
The sailors soul belongs to the water and it never can be free
Are you one that lives on water?
You know one day your luck will end
You knew this fact from the start
Sailors know the sea's a minefield
It's a war with God each day
You have to fight with all your heart
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
Is it ...
" Politically Incorrect " ... ?
For Me To ... " Suggest " ...
Our Lives Are ...
... " CONTROLLED " ...
By A ... "Secret Sect" ... ?!?
Is It ...
" Politically Incorrect " ... ?
To Be So Direct ...
When Airing My View ...
On Controversial Subjects ... ?
The World's In A MESS ... !!!
But Meantime ... " The Press " ...
Continue To Test ...
My Patience With ... LIES ...
That MILLIONS ... Digest ... !!!!
Most Stories ...
Have ... " DEFECTS " ... !!!
That We Should ... Deflect ... !!!
Cos' Editors Prey ...
On The Weak And Inject ...
Political Views ... With ...
IMPROPER ... News ... !!!!!
So ....
What Do You Choose ... ?
Mental Abuse ... ?!?
Or ... Do You Want TRUTH ... ?
On Which ... You Can Chew ... ?
Is It ... Politically CORRECT ... !?!
To Say ...
" Coloured " ... Not Black ... ?
When BLACK Is A Word ...
Used in ... Racial Attacks ... ???
Is It Wrong To Say ...
..... ****** ...... !!!!!!!!
When ... This Is A Word ...
That Makes Rappers ... Six Figures ... !?!
No Wonder ... Young Blacks ...
Are Now ... Pulling The Trigger ... !!!!!
Having Read Through That Verse ...
I've Got .... TWITCHY Fingers .... !!!
The Smell of Death ... Lingers ................................................
On ... MOST City Streets ...
So ...
Is This Correct ... ?
Just Ask The Police ... !!!
Is Crime On The incREASE ... ?
HELL YEAH ... I Believe ... !!!
But ...
NOT JUST ... " Petty Thief " ...
What About Party Chiefs ... ?
"They would NEVER STEAL !!!"
Come On People ... PLEASE ... !!!!!
They Steal Peoples' Lives ...
While ... Giving Out DEATH ... !!!!!!!!
So ... Will I Survive ... ?
With ... Life Signs NOT VITAL ... !?!
This Poem's ... " Entitled " ...
... " Politically INCORRECT " ...
Like Suggesting ...
.... " Collusion " ...
ENDED ... Malcolm X ... !!!
" Collusion ... Collusion ... "
Malcolm .....
Died In ... Confusion ... ???
From ... MANY Gunshots ... !!!
What A ...
HORRID ... Conclusion ... !!!!!
These Words Are CORRECT ...
Dis - secting ... Illusions ... !!!
So ...
What About ... " Clay " ... ?
YES ... " Muhammad Ali " ...
A Man Who ...
Spoke TRUTH ....
In His ... Poetry ... !!!
Well Maybe That's Why ...
He's Got ... Parkinsons' Now ... ???
Cos' America ... Knew ...
They'd Best ... SHUT HIM DOWN ... !!!!
Cos' The Masses Heard TRUTH ...
When He ... Opened His Mouth ...
" He fought on for TOO LONG ! "
Is The ... " Good Ol' Song " ...
Well It Seems ... " Kinda Funny " ...
I Think He Was ... WRONGED ... !!!
Well .....
That Comment ... I Guess ... ?
May Seem ... INCORRECT ... ?!?
But It's ...
One I'll ... STAND BY ...
On This ... You Can Bet ... !!!
Cos' ... Muhammad Ali ...
STILL ... INSPIRES ME ... !!!
A Man of ... TRUE SUBSTANCE ... !!!
With ... Heart In ABUNDANCE ... !!!
Who Did Not Believe ...
In ... Congresses NONSENSE ... !!!
Talking of Which ...
I Have To Say ... THIS ... !!!
When You Go To The Bank ...
Cos' You ... Need Them To Lend ... !!!
How Can They DEFEND ... !?!
DENYING Us ... CASH ...
When They've ... Got ...
A .... HUGE STASH .... !?!
But I Bet ... Write Out Cheques ...
For Their ... " Corporate Friends " ... !!!
Well It Seems ...
There I Go ...
INCORRECTNESS ... Again ... !!!!!
Incorrectness ... To Me ...
DEFINES ... Corporate Men ... !!!
But I Guess ... " Most of You " ... ?
Feel My Words Just OFFEND ... !!!
And Maybe My Words .... ?
Will Indeed ... Be My End ... !!!!!
Here's ....
ONE FINAL ... " Stanza " ...
To ... "Mentally Capture" ...
REDUNDANT ... Brain Matter ...
Absorbing ... FAKE DATA ... !!!
I Inject With ... INTELLECT ...
While These ... "Secret Sects" ...
PROTECT and COLLECT ...
While Black Folk ...
Live In ... DEBT ... !!!
Political Correctness ...
Has Got Some ... DEFECTS ... !!!!!
So ...
That's My Last Question ...
Am I .....
... " Politically Incorrect " ... ???
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC