"auditor" poems - Hello Poetry

Mr. Trump was the auditor’s bane. He reported all sunshine as rain. His web site was crazy, All data were hazy. They called it his ledger domain!

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC

vic-miller

Mr. Trump's Limerick

Mr. Trump was the auditor’s bane. He reported all sunshine as rain. His web site was crazy, All data were hazy. They called it his ledger domain!

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I'm again in a transition, A non-medical scientist by my schooling, A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion, These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job, For another new opportunity that I grabbed, One of the many exams I cracked, This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer. I marvel at what life has shown me, Educated at school in non-medical sciences, Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education. Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift, Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident, Survived the 23-day coma against all odds. Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life? 200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma, 104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries, Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye. Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy, Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery, But I survived. The second paradigm shift here was my survival. They had said at the hospital, "Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2, And the lost cases come to HDU #7." BUT I DIDN'T DIE. I survived everything that you threw at me, Everything, even negative people, Who made weird recommendations. What did they recommend to my parents after the accident? — to make me join an easier degree course, — to make me train for weaving baskets, — to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread, — and what not to discourage my family, — my parents had dreams for their only child, — all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma, — and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks, — where I endured immense pains. Oh life, you've been so hard! You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012, I didn't die, I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology. More loneliness followed, I still didn't give up on life, Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology. The third paradigm shift was next, When I cleared 4 recruitment exams, And joined as a Probationary Officer With the State Bank of India. The fourth paradigm shift now comes, I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer, With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India. I defeated death, But I seem to be fighting a lost battle Against loneliness in my life.

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Mar 12, 2024

Mar 12, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC

Atul

New Opportunity

I'm again in a transition, A non-medical scientist by my schooling, A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion, These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job, For another new opportunity that I grabbed, One of the many exams I cracked, This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer. I marvel at what life has shown me, Educated at school in non-medical sciences, Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education. Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift, Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident, Survived the 23-day coma against all odds. Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life? 200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma, 104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries, Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye. Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy, Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery, But I survived. The second paradigm shift here was my survival. They had said at the hospital, "Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2, And the lost cases come to HDU #7." BUT I DIDN'T DIE. I survived everything that you threw at me, Everything, even negative people, Who made weird recommendations. What did they recommend to my parents after the accident? — to make me join an easier degree course, — to make me train for weaving baskets, — to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread, — and what not to discourage my family, — my parents had dreams for their only child, — all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma, — and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks, — where I endured immense pains. Oh life, you've been so hard! You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012, I didn't die, I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology. More loneliness followed, I still didn't give up on life, Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology. The third paradigm shift was next, When I cleared 4 recruitment exams, And joined as a Probationary Officer With the State Bank of India. The fourth paradigm shift now comes, I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer, With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India. I defeated death, But I seem to be fighting a lost battle Against loneliness in my life.

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It is a slow but fast shadow This thing they call, I think exams The shadow starts With the rising of a new year And sets when least expected Sets on all its subjects Creating a feeling of terror That in the meantime There will be no sunshine This shadow. The dark sets in I have to balance the accounts And quote Hyde vs. Hyde The first day And the darkness still prevails I expect sun next But am supposed now To assume the boring role Of the Kenya revenue Authority This shadow The economist, the auditor They can make businesses But what can they do about The much I have to do? To determine the marginal cost Whatever that is This shadow.

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Jun 23, 2012

Jun 23, 2012 at 5:16 AM UTC

stanley-mungai

THIS SHADOW

It is a slow but fast shadow This thing they call, I think exams The shadow starts With the rising of a new year And sets when least expected Sets on all its subjects Creating a feeling of terror That in the meantime There will be no sunshine This shadow. The dark sets in I have to balance the accounts And quote Hyde vs. Hyde The first day And the darkness still prevails I expect sun next But am supposed now To assume the boring role Of the Kenya revenue Authority This shadow The economist, the auditor They can make businesses But what can they do about The much I have to do? To determine the marginal cost Whatever that is This shadow.

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*i hear the sound of a voice a voice true and enigmatic and in its magical presence comes visions of beach and sun sand, foam and jumping fish palm trees laden with fruit and ancient canoes battling waves all through the night oftentimes i hear that voice carrying my name on breezes and showing me where i go as the days roll into the future and i look back and linger wondering who's to be pitied and who in the end envied that voice is like an auditor's wanting to know why and why these many columns remain full and how come my fun account remains solid and untouched that voice, life's inner throb makes me sore unfulfilled*

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC

david-mungoshi

audit voice

*i hear the sound of a voice a voice true and enigmatic and in its magical presence comes visions of beach and sun sand, foam and jumping fish palm trees laden with fruit and ancient canoes battling waves all through the night oftentimes i hear that voice carrying my name on breezes and showing me where i go as the days roll into the future and i look back and linger wondering who's to be pitied and who in the end envied that voice is like an auditor's wanting to know why and why these many columns remain full and how come my fun account remains solid and untouched that voice, life's inner throb makes me sore unfulfilled*

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How long will you stay uninterested? In this relationship like me, even you have invested. My idea of intimacy is based on my lifelong emptiness. Have you too felt the pangs of loneliness? How long have I been lonely in this world? Well, essentially since my lonely & difficult childhood. And now you might ask me another counter question. If I had my parents along, why this notion? Now, tell me, is having parents sufficient? Surely, we need siblings, friends, and a joint family. Grandparents help you endure the pangs of loneliness. Dear, have you ever been directionless? I grew up without their guidance, All I had were my busy parents. How can you judge me based on your experiences? Come to my world, but take your time to assess. You say that you chose me as you hope maturity, But now you know that I'm impulsive like you. I rhyme a lot, I whine a little. I write a lot, I speak a little. Allegorical reiteration of my story, It keeps happening, I keep repeating. Either you like me, Or maybe my life. Or maybe you don't, Either way you're mine. Time will bring us close, Like you say, like you say. Time will teach you how to love, Like I express myself, so will you. Yes, so will you, Dead sure, so will you. No, you won't be scared, For my soul is more scarred. Than my imperfect body, My mind is more beautiful. From my jobs, I earn money and reputation. I audit the Railways, Working for the Government. Comptroller & Auditor General of India, My employer. Indian Railways, the North Eastern Railway HQ, My paymaster. While we audit their expenditures, They even make our paychecks. I invest in the money market, And even in the Providence. But I have reached where nobody speculated, No, not even I could speculate this. While I knew that I must succeed, Even my mother was unsure. Nobody else knew this for sure, Well, nobody, nobody except for my father. Whilst I prepared for the exam, My mother provided food so nutritious. Only my father had faith in my potential, He laughed away all the speculations. They suggested weird, insulting alternatives, Sadists the people are oftentimes. I thank my parents for bringing me here, And it was my father who gave me the power. He remained calm throughout, And his oceanic calm is contagious. My mother did convey the speculations, But my father invested his hopes. Although there is no need to reiterate, Hope is the most powerful of all the words. I'm on a train right now, You might meet me soon.

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Aug 14, 2024

Aug 14, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC

Atul

Money and Reputation

How long will you stay uninterested? In this relationship like me, even you have invested. My idea of intimacy is based on my lifelong emptiness. Have you too felt the pangs of loneliness? How long have I been lonely in this world? Well, essentially since my lonely & difficult childhood. And now you might ask me another counter question. If I had my parents along, why this notion? Now, tell me, is having parents sufficient? Surely, we need siblings, friends, and a joint family. Grandparents help you endure the pangs of loneliness. Dear, have you ever been directionless? I grew up without their guidance, All I had were my busy parents. How can you judge me based on your experiences? Come to my world, but take your time to assess. You say that you chose me as you hope maturity, But now you know that I'm impulsive like you. I rhyme a lot, I whine a little. I write a lot, I speak a little. Allegorical reiteration of my story, It keeps happening, I keep repeating. Either you like me, Or maybe my life. Or maybe you don't, Either way you're mine. Time will bring us close, Like you say, like you say. Time will teach you how to love, Like I express myself, so will you. Yes, so will you, Dead sure, so will you. No, you won't be scared, For my soul is more scarred. Than my imperfect body, My mind is more beautiful. From my jobs, I earn money and reputation. I audit the Railways, Working for the Government. Comptroller & Auditor General of India, My employer. Indian Railways, the North Eastern Railway HQ, My paymaster. While we audit their expenditures, They even make our paychecks. I invest in the money market, And even in the Providence. But I have reached where nobody speculated, No, not even I could speculate this. While I knew that I must succeed, Even my mother was unsure. Nobody else knew this for sure, Well, nobody, nobody except for my father. Whilst I prepared for the exam, My mother provided food so nutritious. Only my father had faith in my potential, He laughed away all the speculations. They suggested weird, insulting alternatives, Sadists the people are oftentimes. I thank my parents for bringing me here, And it was my father who gave me the power. He remained calm throughout, And his oceanic calm is contagious. My mother did convey the speculations, But my father invested his hopes. Although there is no need to reiterate, Hope is the most powerful of all the words. I'm on a train right now, You might meet me soon.

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On an abyss Myself and existence No more fighting, **** the resistance Time has got me synchronized with the grind so daily I will do what I signed up for at the front door, the paper said, "get the chedda." The Paper said, " It gets better." Did it on the nimbus, Cloud 7 headed demon Went in and gave the clause to the auditor who said "Oh yeah" "The time is now, and the will in dow so pick up speed as we proceed in now." O well taking it, "the plunge", Yahwey greater than anyone. So I know, for, where I go, I can be back because I Am arose. Fully penetrate your skull, with a ****** mind that minds and takes you to the limelight or life a sprite can guide just like a bull can be a ride. Just like a fool can be wise, just like the truth can be a lie. As I sigh, comes out winds of fury that vibrate that which is all around, Trees fall, burn, turn to marijuana trees. Fold up your hands because you can't handle these. Bleezies sparked, breezes call at the front door of the impala and now I drive off she is wearing Prada odd life we might make it if we change but blight stays long hard to go away when you stay strayed in a daze the days we play ball with friends but now we stuck in a tarpit of ******* and hemp left the club to crash the Benz they chalked the **** out the cement when I died and got shot and the body burned but the most high saved me as I perish I know I am weary be aware that you will beware me stair into faiths victim I am left in a grasped hand from the underworld the fingers seem to expand around this man burning around this hand fire grasping life again, but even in that presence. I know Yahyah can save and I know that I ain't senseless a mess but I reap that of faith when I lept.

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC

michael-joseph-olivas

Floating

On an abyss Myself and existence No more fighting, **** the resistance Time has got me synchronized with the grind so daily I will do what I signed up for at the front door, the paper said, "get the chedda." The Paper said, " It gets better." Did it on the nimbus, Cloud 7 headed demon Went in and gave the clause to the auditor who said "Oh yeah" "The time is now, and the will in dow so pick up speed as we proceed in now." O well taking it, "the plunge", Yahwey greater than anyone. So I know, for, where I go, I can be back because I Am arose. Fully penetrate your skull, with a ****** mind that minds and takes you to the limelight or life a sprite can guide just like a bull can be a ride. Just like a fool can be wise, just like the truth can be a lie. As I sigh, comes out winds of fury that vibrate that which is all around, Trees fall, burn, turn to marijuana trees. Fold up your hands because you can't handle these. Bleezies sparked, breezes call at the front door of the impala and now I drive off she is wearing Prada odd life we might make it if we change but blight stays long hard to go away when you stay strayed in a daze the days we play ball with friends but now we stuck in a tarpit of ******* and hemp left the club to crash the Benz they chalked the **** out the cement when I died and got shot and the body burned but the most high saved me as I perish I know I am weary be aware that you will beware me stair into faiths victim I am left in a grasped hand from the underworld the fingers seem to expand around this man burning around this hand fire grasping life again, but even in that presence. I know Yahyah can save and I know that I ain't senseless a mess but I reap that of faith when I lept.

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Au'gur away thy esprit auditor of breaking news Chooseth thy own bereavement Augustinian of lime gleam Coadjuvent parties Clustered like dried peanut's.... Crazy nuts, Cuspid cupids Fike between afterlife portals, Dying to subliminal Hind-ward half topped Hill'man to forage the forest's of earth's end! None amends, As tis The globe hath been cut by strings Hildings hold revolver suitcases Carrying their once apparition That rollicked so advisedly!!!

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

Hilding's

Au'gur away thy esprit auditor of breaking news Chooseth thy own bereavement Augustinian of lime gleam Coadjuvent parties Clustered like dried peanut's.... Crazy nuts, Cuspid cupids Fike between afterlife portals, Dying to subliminal Hind-ward half topped Hill'man to forage the forest's of earth's end! None amends, As tis The globe hath been cut by strings Hildings hold revolver suitcases Carrying their once apparition That rollicked so advisedly!!!

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I am at double Four-double Four Thirty-Fourth Street, I could use a lift of sorts. I would like to remain nameless, my condition certainly is not. My being seems out of place; I have tried to keep focused. The last group of days have blurred together; meaning lessens by define. A bent key, I hold in my hand, the remnant of a jagged world unfulfilled by expectation; of which I no longer fit. Learned techniques fail me. I was given this number, by a caring friend; said it would lead me to truthful people. Deemed credible I choose. How I have hope, which is never lost! Without reluctance I continue - to the recommended anonym auditor; tranquility listens further to me

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC

Leslie_Offerd

Crisis Call

I am at double Four-double Four Thirty-Fourth Street, I could use a lift of sorts. I would like to remain nameless, my condition certainly is not. My being seems out of place; I have tried to keep focused. The last group of days have blurred together; meaning lessens by define. A bent key, I hold in my hand, the remnant of a jagged world unfulfilled by expectation; of which I no longer fit. Learned techniques fail me. I was given this number, by a caring friend; said it would lead me to truthful people. Deemed credible I choose. How I have hope, which is never lost! Without reluctance I continue - to the recommended anonym auditor; tranquility listens further to me

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CPAs for Christ Voice: an old-time numbers warrior “I just didn’t feel welcome in a traditional church, You know, the stuffy cowboys for Christ church, With latte’ splatters on my alligator shoes And ink stains on my computer-worn fingers “Here I’m welcome to keep my green eyeshade on Because Jesus loves everyone, even CPAs It’s like the old times when at night accountants Swapped stories around the expresso machine “There’s just something real plain and honest here, Praisin’ that Great Auditor in the Sky.”

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

CPAs for Christ

CPAs for Christ Voice: an old-time numbers warrior “I just didn’t feel welcome in a traditional church, You know, the stuffy cowboys for Christ church, With latte’ splatters on my alligator shoes And ink stains on my computer-worn fingers “Here I’m welcome to keep my green eyeshade on Because Jesus loves everyone, even CPAs It’s like the old times when at night accountants Swapped stories around the expresso machine “There’s just something real plain and honest here, Praisin’ that Great Auditor in the Sky.”

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