"bankrupted" poems
Broke
Unable to finalize any purchase
Checking
For change in the last places that one searches
Insufficient
To the point I'm unable to ward off the throes of destitution
Bankrupted
By devaluing those who have not made restitution
Insolvent
To the point of having to fight off the urge to curse
Disallowed by the prose that places value and give credit....to verse
Denied
Any credit accrued....maybe even unearned
Reevaluation
With no accounting for the time you
SPENT
Learning what you have learned
Depreciation or Appreciation
Cannot be quantified by the lack of someone.saying thanks
Interest will eventually be of value
Once accrued... but for now I must accept
That I'm simply overdrawn at my memory banks
Investment in my own value
Will allow me growth
In my own ...
......personal
Checking account
Helping me in balancing the books
Keeping me payed up and happy
BY
Always giving others their true valuation
So that ego doesnt become a currency
That is subject to... such a devastating inflation
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
The heavy smoke of war lay across the world it was laced with carnage and had the sounds of screaming
Shells and the screams of the dying men but as it continued its drift at the far edges a cloud and mist
Began to diminish the former and distil a brighter future there was the timid glory sounding the
Harking tribute of childlike memories the power of innocence to diffuse the base and inhumane
To spill across these scathing pages an ethereal presence that was empowering of good that
Could and did straddle time and space with magnificence drawing from exploration and history
That beheld the worst but mined the hidden gold to enrich the world it knew secrets that
Exposed the damnable lies that bankrupted former empires we were created to be conquers
Our mettle is an amalgamation of weak flesh but inherit in the confused and reciprocating
Action ultimately a flash of inspiration leaps from the spirit the dead end near sighted flesh was
At the wall of limitation now we stand at the zenith of the universe at its ever increasing of it
Self this inestimable spring of well being floods the low plains we ford these rich waters
Immediately our impoverished cares taste and smell the high and great call of hope we
Instinctively open our heart and mind as a great sail we find our self in the envious position as a
Seafarer our very sinew is awakened to promise and opportunity we have left far behind the
Naysayers we see gifts of beauty spread everywhere where all before was drear now victory is
Courting us to rise to even higher heights boldness infuses our demeanor we now throw off
Yesterdays doubting with eyes that are no longer dim we see with clearest vision and with
Steeled determination former days of being wistful vagabonds is forever forfeited we have the
Right and the might that Lincoln addressed his generation we align ourselves with the high
Ideals of past warriors and martyrs know this our enemies whatever your culture or ideals you
Have come among a stalwart people and the foundations of our forefathers will defeat you the
Same as others who came with inferior and demonized religions know this truth will and has
Made us free look well to yourselves continue and your destruction is guaranteed check the
Harbinger winds and save your selves from the only outcome that will befall you which is
Destruction
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
as promised, a tip for and to nolly
•<>•
“Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”
David Foster Wallace
•<>•
it is as if I've been stripped bare and their is no air or
barrel handy,
bankrupted by exposure of my less-than-clean ***** secret,
scrapped from under my tongue, my genuine creativity,
it is no different than yours or hers or anybody else, but
"I need to believe," he screeches, "say it ain't so!"
time again to tally up the wins and losses,
check the standings, the numerical columns,
nope, wasn't selected to be MVP or even loved by the
algorithmic ridiculous secret sauce
"poem of the day" blah blah blah
bottom line: "You’re Pretty Normal"
comfort or consternation, exhalations of relief,
or just another nail in the shutting of
your depression coffin calculation
this no longer unspoken arrogance undressed
brings me to a quiet place,
where you are welcome to sit beside,
this puzzle together, nuzzled,
perhaps more soluble
they don't make Advil for the mind,
so read the good ones,
and be reminded of this
your published spoken courageous poetry need satisfy
only you, and no one more
*in there lies the rub, the vive la difference, we identically different,
no longer a secret,
every poem is the difference you make*
August 2017
in the sunroom,
Shelter Island
<•>
BONUS POEM!!!
Nolly's Haiku #17/#70
with good knowing that
distress and forethought,
are its mother and father
that this poetic output but a derivative
of your unique self,
see,
maybe, you be
maybe
just wise enough
to curse the birth of poem at age seventeen
but just wait Nolly,
till you are seven tens, and poetry's folly,
make you even more practiced in cursing,
still asking, why
and getting the sendoff, kiss off,
of the one true answer,
nobody knows
so scribble a life time when you start at 17
and when the ripe and wizened answers in your old age
have yet to arrive
*then you can call yourself an accursed
wizened but wise'ed old poet*
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Omigod, Donald T. ****
You unconscionable creep,
You are disgusting enough
To cost us all sleep.
If lies were US dollars
You sonofabitch
You would truly be
Obscenely rich.
It’s not enough for you
To have gold water faucets,
Crystal mirrors everywhere
And marble floors in closets
Now you want to play at
Being a savvy politician
Stands for Christian principles
From the missionary position.
Omigod, Donald T. ****
You unconscionable creep,
You are disgusting enough
To cost us all sleep.
With a changing cast of women
You call your lawful wives.
And you’re the one who wants
To control our very lives?
You utter your vituperation
At poor and the non-Christian.
Is having the world hate you
Part of your final mission?
If lies were US dollars
You sonofabitch
You would truly be
Obscenely rich.
You also want control of
Our country’s financial hopes.
If we fall for that stupid tale
Then we are a nation of dopes
Because you have bankrupted
More than the Monopoly game
Would allow a toddler to have
And that is quite a shame.
Omigod, Donald T. ****
You unconscionable creep,
You are disgusting enough
To cost us all sleep.
If lies were US dollars
You sonofabitch
You would truly be
Obscenely rich.
No, Mr. T **** please do
What is proper and fitting;
Call up the press and say
That you are finally quitting.
Tell them you were just testing
To see what the others would do.
So, kiss our collective ***** goodbye
And take with you that dumb hairdo.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
*"Listen and weep
at
what we lost..."*
Somewhere in the deep green jungles
of South-East Asia
we freely
sold our soul,
hacked our humanity,
corrupted our compassion...
We buried the Truth
in that emerald paradise.
We are the dead
that walk with bankrupted souls,
we napalmed innocence
and in body bags stitched souls
and catacombed them
in the graveyard of
deceit
&
putrefying
decades of decay.
©Rangzeb Hussain
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 1:52 AM UTC
.
We stand fast
against the tyranny.
They will never see
the livin' fear in me.
They've noted all our motives,
and took down all our names.
They stripped away our freedom
as Washington was going up in flames.
They took away our pistols,
every thing we could afford.
Then they bankrupted Chevy,
from schools, they banned the Lord.
Guitar Hero,
revolution;
out of gas, now
what's the solution?
The raising of taxes gets
preached to the choir.
The pews will smolder
with martyrs on fire.
AT&T; towers loom on the horizon.
Start a revolution on your Verizon.
We'll succumb to flame, never the plow.
I've one question, "Can you hear me now?"
.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC
They say.
I don't smile like I use too.
This isn't the first time someone said it.
Someone stated I look down.
Some trace it to you not being around.
And they're not far from the truth.
My hapinness ended the moment I lost you.
Yes, I laugh.
Sure, I smile.
It's just a facade hiding hurt.
Since you're no longer around.
Like the stock market that crashed.
So did my world of happiness.
Your love was my invested.
And now without you.
I'm bankrupted.
And money wasn't involved.
Friends all know.
My happiness ended when I lost you.
They try to cheer me up.
Except it's no good.
They try to take me out.
It doesn't accomplish what they wanted.
Cause my world of happiness ended when I lost you.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 6:53 AM UTC
I drew ace nine as hold cards
So, as the raises increased at
two hundred dollar increments
I did not mind
I put it in
Then someone went all-in
and
suddenly my hold cards
became
very weak
and I folded
Now lets apply this strategy to the
current situation
Here in the USA
We are in several wars right now that
have bankrupted us
That is what wars do
"war is used to create debt" ezra pound
World Wars cost us
Korea cost us
'Nam cost us
even the wars that were secret cost us
But, just because we spent trillions of dollars
Does not mean we have to spend trillions more
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
And then there was slow,
the falling of dandruff like snow and it's tough,I am
taking the rough with the smooth or taking a ticket for the suicide booth,can't decide if I should get the return trip or just ride.
And then there was slow,
it's like you know where you're at but don't know where to go,so
you put on a show and it folds the first night,
bankrupted,disgusted,
you walk,
talking with crows in the slow.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
My unrelenting guardian of the years,
to claw the scales of blindness from my eyes
won't spare the consequences of my fears.
Bankrupted soul, emotional arrears
will send me seeking you in anguished cry,
my unrelenting guardian of the years.
Removing self from lover's touch come near,
avoiding agony of being passed by
won't spare the consequences of my fears.
A draught of venom cloaked as cup that cheers
is snatched away before I drink it dry
by unrelenting guardian of the years.
The flaying of my own back, copious tears,
repeated penances all gone awry
won't spare the consequences of my fears.
When called upon for strength, he will appear;
should I refuse the help, he'll let me lie.
My unrelenting guardian of the years
won't spare the consequences of my fears.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
This has happened before and it will happen again
A charlatan for affection
Becomes bankrupted and amazed
And meanders through dusk and dawn
Like a little lost boy
And his ambition and glory break
In harmony with the heart on his sleeve
Held together by bright longing
But he will wear one memory like a crown
For falling for the impossible
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
The situtation shaken, he hampered
he destroyed , he bankrupted
he lost, he is dead, alively
Hope is there
Sunrays, Sunshines
Whirlpols
agendas
and the aims
Nothing can beat and take
the pop and genre of music
hips and hops of dances
lights and nights of a day
you have to live
and show
how one
must have to live
days might be brutal
nights might be cruel
worstness may **** you
****** the future of your wills
but don't worry
this time will go
to come true time
luck and chance
walk hand by hand
luck might have ******
but you will get another chance
that time
people might have said you
“Murderer ! Killer !”
But remember
you killed the insane
who must have to get killed
he destroyed your family
one by one
he finished you as being
step by step
you became demon from civilian
second by second
you are now in prison
your life is black
your surrounding is black
your oxygen, your carbohydrates
your **** , your blood
just black , black and black!
but don't forget
black is also color
from where universe has began
there was nothing
still there is nothing
you born as and with nothing
you have to make a change
in everything
society , your country
needs you
let your thoughts
influence and allow
them to taste of freedom
you have to set free
your body and soul
you have to live for
them as a member
of their extended family
Post Script
They killed his and like his
thousands of other families
he fought the freedom movement
against inhumanity and demons
the thought of change
has changed everything
prison bars have never
stopped his thoughts
but supported in building them
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
When the brothers K. are in
a knife fight in
their own house, we
tend to stay away.
But what if
their struggles spills,
knocking over A. lamp?
A jinn smoke signals the sky,
and a fire catches, spills.
These are row houses, built
side-by-side with adjacent thin walls
and a shared inner courtyard.
Are we ready to douse
the flames? Can we risk
the community?
In the end, we bury
chard remains, blacken flesh
because the only thing left
will be chipped bone,
and broken blade.
We bandage
an orphaned Daughter,
and steady the vacant stare
of a wobbly Son.
There is nothing we can do
for the Brothers k. It's too late
to separate them now.
Maybe if we give them guns,
the killing suicide will be faster
this thing over easier,
and the Community
razed sooner.
No. I don't need Mom's
accusatory glances, nor
Father's displaced fury.
I am morally bankrupted
and save only the house
because the family is messy,
and cheap like all families.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
Governmental apparatus,
Did thou forget thy soldiers status?
As in a box you send him home??
Six feet below!!!!
Governmental beast's,
Didst thou have thy feast's,
With thy oil money and terrace divided?
Commando uninvited!!!
Govermental liars,
Partakers to nefarious deeds,
Put a gun in hand, eighteen to the marching band,
You've spoiled innocent seed!!!
Governmental bureaucrats,
Republicans, and Dependents,
Democratics to rat pendants,
For is thy party thy truth, o'er just a front?
Governmental witches,
More pills to heal those stitches,
More trenches to foreign ditches,
And regional to!!!
Governmental carnivorous,
Not paying thy army man's dentist nor doctor?
Give them radiation for cancer?
Mind control you give involuntary!!!
Governmental disregarders,
Turn clay into mortar,
Turn thine own country into hell!!!!
Armageddon shells!!!!
Governmental rapists,
Put obituaries on our pages,
Mother's and fathers alike!!!
No partiality there!!!
Governmental druids,
Paint pictures of moribund tanks,
Where gold thou has stored in thy bank,
And bankrupted on thy trillions???
Governmental addicts,
Turn bread into maggots,
Can't feed the third world?
Can't even feed us??
Governmental appendix,
Are you dying to get rich?
O'er wish thou was poor to escape thine judgment?
Thy soldier thou hath missed!!!!
Governmental Premiers,
Turn mascara into tears,
And old age is naught to this era you've intended!!
Befriended!!!
Hath thou forgotten the tombstones to every square inch scattered amongst thy broken rural?
Here's a picture of thy own son and daughter,
Such a refining mural!!!!!!!!
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
I didn't mean to chill the tea
But heat always flows spontaneously from hotter to colder bodies, and
never the reverse
Sorry I copied that
from Wikipedia
I never liked chilled tea
let alone the iced
one. Then
at two I remember you.
The cafe's
bankrupted.
Naturally, three wishes would always be
divided by zero
Genie was meant to be
a hero. Genie was meant to be
a hero. Genie was meant t---
Back then on March
Four fears
I thought I would see you
(I didn't cry at the parking lot)
From five to six p.m.
seven people had waited
for me to stop the weep
(It was the second box from the left
on a women's bathroom, if you want to know)
I am burning all the books
along with the old letters
along with your new lover
And the language obscene
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
> amid the ... uncomplaining slaves
^^
thru the bankrupted morality
Of our fornicating days
//
Eyes !
Sunken and depraved
Hearts !
( all ideals have been betrayed )
//
Lonliness
The finality of enforced isolation
//
love ??
( Broken and debased )
//
Meaningless lives
Pretending a sense of liberation
Gather for a brief moment
Then part in shame
Truly letting each other down
•
Pain
The only legitimate emotion !
The solitary confinement of the weak
//
Lonely
The free man moves on
Thru the images of humanity
But alas
No one is here
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
*Put on a smile,just for a while
Sadness sickens,its twisted and vile
Why persist to hide,when youre being pulled outside
Of the shell that he's using,substance abusing
Got to keep moving,a form of reproving
Watching an hourglass for grains of sand
As every thing he loves slips through his hands
Smokes another cigarette feeling hard pressed
For the tight feeling,just more smoke on the chest
Slowly slipping,loosing himself,til he's just another urn up on the shelf
Draining the bankrupted health in hopes he wins the lottery for emotional wealth*
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Still don't know if I'm running to or running from.
I hitched a plane West, for a dream I fear is already dead.
For what I thought I saw is already gone.
Thought I saw tomorrow, but it was a lie.
Thought I saw a better future, but I was blind.
Painting dreams on the insides of my eyelids.
I had years to plan, but instead I landed like a refugee,
with lint in my pockets and tears in my eyes.
Running from phantoms, the very phantoms,
I need to survive.
Wishing for the very things that will be the very death of me.
So many dreams across my eyelids, I painted them shut.
I dreamt myself blind.
Bankrupted my future with delusions of grandeur.
Threw away my present, because I thought the present didn't matter.
"The future will set me free", I boasted.
But what happens when you outrun tomorrow?
And the money's gone, and everyone else has moved on?
Everyone except you, of course.
You pushed your friends away,
ignored your family's pleas,
I thought, "The future will solve my problems."
Why did I throw all my friends away,
knowing how hard it is for me to make friends?
Because I believed too much in Tomorrow.
I believed, but I didn't prepare.
I rolled the dice, but forgot to bet.
I built the house, but never laid the concrete.
And now Today is Tomorrow, and Tomorrow is Today.
And now I'm all alone, trapped on another planet, so far from home.
I'm at a Crossroads, and there is no safe route.
There is no less traveled, there is no less wild.
I am what I always wanted to be.
Alone.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC