"annuity" poems
In a perfect world, equal opportunity would be a facet of every society, not just a promise made and then recanted.
In a perfect world, fixed annuity would be given out with staunch sobriety, and the cries of poverty would cease being chanted.
In a perfect world, the disparity of race would be forgotten, replaced with celebratory practice of traditions, preserved.
In a perfect world, discrimination would no longer be begotten, and nothing but compassion and kindness would be reserved.
In the perfect world, medicine would work like magic, with disease being left as a thing of the past.
In the perfect world, a diagnosis of cancer would no longer be tragic, and our bodies would be engineered to last.
Yet, the future’s uncertain, and the past’s all but gone
So the present must be where our battles are won
If a perfect world is what we desire
It must be done now
Where our bones are unweary
And our minds shall not tire
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
November is a month
i dread, all the marking...
all the words ..... ideas
clutter up in my head....
all the hopes and ambitions
weigh heavily on my back.
the first day, my birthday
hip hip hooray!!!
then a rushing, pell mell
downward track
of red pens and meetings
going on and on and on
planning, prepping, late night stressing
then, when not at work,
not shirking, just not working
hoping to give the brain a rest
am bombarded...
like i am ******** in cheer
...continual messages of
christmas is near....
coffee and carols,
shopping and angels
harking, harking,
joy to the world, fa al lalala...
Santa queues
truly not an Ebeneezer
but Christmas teasers
in November make me grey
around the gills
fish out of water
lamb to the slaughter
and running on empty,
always empty,
just want one day...
when the world
would stop hassling
and just go away
no end of year parties...
prentending to be hale and hearty
with all sorts of colleagues
and academic smarties
no presentations of budgets..
thinner than last
no we could not fast
this area, to be on line
no it's alright, it will be just fine
while sculling copious amounts
of cheap, cheap, nasty red wine.
no hangover from said feast...
no, you be the one to corner the beast.
no more standing with mothers and others
watching children in a god awful christmas play
and clapping and chatting while little bettsy
recieves an award for knitting a sleeve
and george gets one for adding fourhundred and forty
please, please show me the door.....
not to mention hayfever,
daylight savings and more
but all this seems trivial...
when I consider
the blight of my life...
in the stakes of annuity.
the month of November has a great heart
Movember...a charity of moustache art
has an fanatic in my big, bluff,bloke
for a month he curries and cares for the
caterpillar that grows on his lip...
a fuzzy flecked monstrosity
with the mange and a weird flip.
November a month of avoiding
the succour of contact....
with that thing,
my toes curl now
thinking of it....
tho I try not to react
(after all charity begins at home)
november november
truly you are the ***
last year he bought
the ****** thing a comb
yet in the end
you are but a month
and it seems I survive you
year after year
thank god for take away meals
and long cold beers....
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
Ravenous as sly dog
Avid upon the street level
Seeking annuity
Smells of the sensual
Languishing wanting
Vintage yearnings
Come greeteth me to mine death
Take the blade from among mine neck
As the flow is decorated with turquoise shield
For wherein's the real?
Of Shakespherian romance
Tired of the same old play,
As some tis say
Broke by night
Released by day
FRINGED hair cometh out
A smile I couldst say that I haveth
But truly a lie it shalt be
When shalt one giveth their all
To loveth all of me?
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
Gardening.
4.
Years old.
Gardening.
24.
Years old.
20.
Year Annuity.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
constructed mentally, Over time
by our subconscious an imitation
as a defense mechanism built a prison on our visions, with Limitations
in hopes failure can bring solace avoided is feeling voided
but so is opportunity,
So what good is impunity
if u have no ...immunity
To ******** preventing annuity
Internally u need unity
Cause self doubt can help hold u back when nothing else did so stupidly
U let the biased opinions
poison ur community
a hard lesson To learn when that lessons ur only gratuity
But how can u think Intuitively
When presented with all the theories
The factored potential risk, variables
And that's why I always fear me
Before my enemies or my obstacle
Cause if I'm not mentally stable
I won't be mentally able
And then eventually ill be hateful
Cuz essentially the playful
And light hearted always go
A little further, cuz his approach
And most self confidence shows
That even if he fails, he knows
Hell bounce back brilliantly
its not how many times u Fall,
but if u keep gettin up: Resiliency!
While at the same time learning humility and building these characteristics are prognosticators and measure predictions and see
When u wish on a star, that's me,
Go twinkle twinkle, &don;'t let them
****** ****** all over ur dreams and that includes you, who like them
Self sabotage when ur self doubt
Comes out psyching ourselves out
Only after discovering someone else
Who made u second guess what u felt
So go in front of a mirror and peer
What appears when u get naked
Your ***** Now that u know u still have em
Take a mental picture and save it
Use the **** to take life and **** it
break it, then erase it
Cause nothing can be written
About a destiny you didn't make yet
You act to manifest it
Don't eat their ******** reject it
If u already did dont digest it
Throw it up like a bulimic or anorexic
Supermodel.....how rude! Point is
Like H u need preparation fast
So u can get rich enough to payoff
Closeted Skeletons from the past
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
Like the bankers bunch of wankers buying immunity, taking the community chest and passing go.
Monopoly funny but it's your ******* money they're moving around.
Swimming pools and Eve St Laurent,
the perfume of being right when you're wrong and
just pay the fine,
defraud and
***** the public purse.
The social spike ain't going to jail,too many posh nobs ******* on the pay trail,
feeding on the poor sure is filling,
Negotiate a settlement it doesn't matter that we're bent we're bankers,tossers,selling off our losses,calling in the debts,
millions ,billions,
we'll make a few gazillions and the pillars of society can kiss our **** we're the ******* barbie dolls,the bearded ******* billy goat trolls,
Investors **** us up,digest and get their dividend,we get,we lend,this gravy train will never end.
No shysters were injured during the making of this poem because they've got a guarantee
'steal the money and stay free'
The social spike will be the death of me and then they can steal my annuity.
********
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
This is what it's for
and if it's war, that of
Megatons if bombing runs are measured that way in the rule of the old school tie Conservative party lie kind of way who I wonder are they in the pay of?
Arms dealers
Life stealers?
Guns for money and isn't it funny how politicians turn up at these fairs.
I don't understand how that isn't classified as underhand dealing.
Stealing away more lives every day and we
suffer for it,
taken to a war for it
another,
what if we didn't fight?
don't go to war
didn't steal lives?
It's a novel idea that will be filed away by some old dear who works in Whitehall, the same old dame who has shares in her name in an arms manufacturer and lives well on the dividends of a war related annuity.
I'm sure she'll be
pleased
as her stock goes up as the bombs rain down.
Don't be misled by what you're being fed,
It'll be poison one, poison all and on the steps of the Methodist hall someone will read the names of the dead on a scroll of honour which is something else fed to us as a truth.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
I am impatient
Exasperated
Reaching my destination
So many limitations
This ain’t no vacation
Time is perpetual
Feel what I’m saying
This vessel is evanescent
Man I learned my lesson
Where the **** is my progression
**** didn’t get the message
Progression is not of the essence
Listen at your discretion
This is my speculation
No need for susceptibility
Condemned before nativity
This world is in captivity
Brainwashed and oblivious
Under their supremacy
Never finding tranquility
Just another annuity
Contradicted delusions
Man I just might lose it
Into the abyss
Nah I don’t wanna be missed
My words are amidst
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC