"cheques" poems
Time is...
a gift, barely examined
a present, rarely opened
locked away in a strong box
its key cobwebbed under
the dust of procrastination.
In disbelief
we feign ignorance
mentally banking cheques
signed:'all the time in the world'
Yet we drink reflectively
from warm comforting
fragile glazed cups
filled with the brazen solution:
'no time like the present'.
Perhaps we all 'need a break'...
_________________________
'in a jiffy' may be too late.
© Qwey.ku
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
Some say it should go burn in hell
That the money leaves a really bad smell
But hit and giggle
Or **** and piddle
It's here to stay the IPL.
From countries far and wide
Come players with heaps of pride
But if they fail
You'll hear them wail
For there is not anywhere to hide
The cheques books come out
The auctioneers will shout
Some Players get bought
Some others get naught
The IPL now has such clout
The turn-styles are all in clamour
The Batsmen are using the hammer
They go for the big six
Bowlers try their new tricks
So cricket is married to glamour
Should cricket become this glam
When the ball is met with a blam
hit way in the air
didn't see you there
Sorry about that Maam!
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:52 PM UTC
When you hand out
bankrolls of cynicism and cheques of failure
I will show you my bullions of perseverance
Diamonds of reality
When you show me twenty stories of disappointment
I will display five stories of utter joy and hope
Take your handouts of regret and chances-never-taken
Face me and tell me my dreams will never grace this earth
But I laugh
Even as I cry
And bleed
Hope I don't regret this
Hope is all I have
Hard work will get me far
I hope hard work will see me alive at forty
Dying regrets but hope hope hope
I hope I hope at forty
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Left bank beards
in Beat hotel rooms,
a boulangerie breakfast
down the street and to the left,
and for lunch fresh baked bread and brie.
Letters sent home to fathers and mothers
singing sweet serenades of Paris
dressed up in autumn shades,
cheques for the royalties that'll
get them to Belize to write and swoon,
chat up ladies in the early afternoon;
where hotel fees that are treble those in the 5th,
bookshop stalls that'll never be found
another closing-down-establishment myth.
They were climbing with oxygen
long before we came along,
base camp poems written under
floor lamplight right before
the eyes of others.
Jett powered prose and wine in the light
sleight-of-hand punctuation and uptight
editors looking for finer narration.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
A new day is dawning
Been waiting for weeks
Cashed in my pay cheques
To pay for the tweaks
Drawing, deciding,
Doubting my needs
Umming and ahhing
This lust i must feed
Booked the appointment
There's no turning back
Go under the knife
Would you look at that!
Followed the steps
and handled with care
The bigger the better
But same face and hair
Mid-chest attention
They all think I'm dumb
But not enough's changed
So I'll have my *** done
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
One of Edna's "randyhornbag" collection of erotica.
i am a ******* *****
and that's not a metaphor
it's the total ******* truth
i'm a ********** forsooth
it's what i do for work
i'll **** or **** or ****
off any man or beast
i don't care in the least
young boys old men fat freaks
i get them all most weeks
i'll have any kind of ***
cash only and no cheques
i suppose you think it's funny
to **** fat men for money
to have countless alien *****
often stinking like old socks
shoved up my pretty *****
kept artificially juicy
to make the fools imagine
i'm oozing jissom for them
it's not the best of jobs
******* total strangers' knobs
pretending to like vile men
when if i could i'd flay them
i rarely **** for pleasure
i no longer have the measure
of love and tender feeling
of kisses phlegm congealing
my private sexlife's twisted
i love being thrashed and ******
i crave darkest degradation
masochistic ************
so if you think it's funny
******** men for money
let me be quite blunt
if you think so you're a ****
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Take me back to Chelsea please
Where the flossed and glossed smile at me
And everyone’s kind to an open mind
That’s materialistic in design.
Where locals embrace me all open armed
Whenever I’m crinkling cash in my palms.
So eject me fast from this boorish ******
And take me back to Chelsea please.
Take me back to Chelsea please
Outside the city’s financial squeeze
Where mummy and daddy pay the cheques
For my escargots and Ready Brek.
I’ll wield through the system with the family name
And use all the power of my local fame.
Oh, to live life without la joie de fees
Come take me back to Chelsea please.
Take me back to Chelsea please
To put my social norms at ease.
I miss my measly excuse of friends
Who constantly ***** to make amends
For their failed entrepreneurial careers
Their dialect a hodgepodge of gobbles and sneers.
I long for their monotonous wheeze
So take me back to Chelsea please.
Chelsea, Chelsea you’re all I adore
From the A308 to the A304.
You’re the sole nirvana I can’t bear to depart,
Your femmes fatales know the paths to my heart.
But you will always have the its lock and key
So Chelsea: come and take me back please.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
I could have saved her
Wasted, waste down
Caroline, oh Caroline
It could have been me
Distorted noise
friends upwind of the screams
It's never enough
They never had enough
Beach chair, mangle
Tripod, classic
Ripped from the great novels
Footage with a sun kissed tint
The foliage underfoot
Face down
In the bloodied mud
Where is the love
It's not enough
There's not enough love
Guide her above
Clouds like gloves
Caroline, oh
Caroline oh where do you go
Traffic warped noise from the boys
Explicit wickedness
Extrapolated desires
Extraordinary circumstance
Circumvented rent cheques
Caroline are you at rest yet?
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
So ... V ...
Will You be .... ??? ....
My Valentine ... ???
HeLLLLLLL NO ...... !!!!!!! ........
I'd rather spend my time ....
Writing poems ... That DEFINE ... !!!
THE TRUTH .......... to..........
"STUPID" ... female minds ... !!!!
YES ..... I'M SINGLE ..... !!!!!
That's ..... My Crime .....
But ..... It's by ... CHOICE ... !!!
NOT BY ... Design ... !!!! ...
So take ... " Your Time " ...
Before you judge ....
My View ... on this thing ...
Called .... "VALENTINES" ... !!?!! ...
It's Tough ... being single ... !!!
But ..... I'm doing ... FINE ... !!!
Give me a ... Bacardi ...
with some ... " Lime " ...
A Caribbean Coastline ....
with ..... " Sunshine " ..... !!!!
and I ... WON'T NEED ... A ...
..... "VALENTINE" ..... !!!!!! ....
Valentines' Day....
is now .... Commercial .... !!!
So i'll ...
cut to the chase ... like ...
.... "TOUCHE TURTLE" .... !!!!!!
Hold Up ... Hold Up .... !!!!!
I'm NOT ... " DUM DUM " .... !!!!!
and ..... Don't Believe .....
That ... " ANY OLD GIRL " ...
Can Replace ... " MY MUM " ... !!!!!
My Mum ... Gave Me ....
What I ... KNOW To Be ... !!!
......... " LOVE " ..........
" Love " ... WITHOUT ...
... " CONDITION " ... !!!
YEAH ..... !!!!! .....
THAT'S ... The One ... !!!!!
.... " TRUE LOVE " ....
That .... Mothers ....
Give ... Their Sons ... !!!
But girls now ... " WANT " ... !!!
Such ... " Lavish Things " ... !!!!!!
while men are ... " Simply " ...
Now ...... " VICTIMS " ..... !!!!!
of This .... " Cash Driven " ....
" Valentines " .... STING .... !!!!!
" Buy Me This ! " .... and ....
" Buy Me That ! " ... !!!!!! ...
But Fellas ...........
If you ... " Fall For That " ... !?!
You'll ... QUICKLY FALL ... !!!!!!!!!!
"Into" .... Her .... " TRAP " .... !!!
And YOU ..... NOT Her ... !!!
Will be ... "BITCH-SLAPPED" ... !!!!
Cos' ... This becomes ....
what they .... " EXPECT " ... !!!!!
and Love's ... No Longer ... !!!
The ... " OBJECT " ... !!!! ...
But ... " Buying Her " ... !!!
So You .... "PROTECT" ....
An Image .... But ....
Where's Your ... RESPECT ... ???
Hell Yes .... !!!!!!! .....
These Things .....
Make Me ... " OBJECT " .... !!!
cos' .... " MONEY GIRLS " ....
Have got ... " DEFECTS " ...
So They are .... " SIMPLY " ....
Good For ..... " *** " ...... !!!!!!
It's Time .... Ladies ....
For A ... " REALITY " ... CHECK ... !!!
cos' girls want ... CASH ... !!!
NOT ... " Bouncing Cheques " ... !!!!!
This ... NONSENSE ...
........ REALLY .........
Gets me .... VEX .... !!!!!!!!
Young Girls ... Have Got ...
This ...... " ATTITUDE " ......
They're ...
"ALWAYS RIGHT "... !!!
and men are ... FOOLS .... ?!?
Well Me ... I'm just ...
Remaining ... COOL ...
because I ... " Stick To " ....
..... " Basic Rules " ......
and try to ... " USE " ...
My ... " Mental Tools " ...
cos' ... Most ... Young Girls ...
are just ..... " Confused " ..... ?!!??
and .... Basically ....
are ... TOO **** RUDE ... !!!!! ...
So ... If I say ... ???
"Babe, I like you !
Let's go out, and
share some food !"
Before you ... " CHEW " .... !!!
Let's share some ... VIEWS ... !!!
On ... WHAT ... " Fo' REAL "...
Matters .... " To YOU " .... !!!!!
cos' ... This is ... CLEAR ...
I'm NOT ... " Tom Cruise " ... !!!
or .... " DENZEL " .... !!!!!
They're ... NOT ...
in ... " My Shoes " ... !!!!
I wear ... SIZE TWELVE ... !!!!!
So ... You can ... " Choose " ...
Whose bedroom .....
You Should ..........
Come .... " INTO " .... !!!! ....
Not for... *** !!!!!!
But Some ... " Sweet Music " ....
On ... " My Decks " ..... !!!!! .....
Maybe Later ... ???
We Can ... FLEX ... !?!
Our ... " Mental Muscles " ....
Then have ... " *** " .... !!!! ....
So ....
To .... You Girls ....
Who ...
DON'T LIKE ... My Views ...
CHECK YOURSELF .... !!!!!!
Do I ... " Hate You " ... ???
or am I Simply ... saying things ...
" That " ... In Your Heart ...
You KNOW ... Are .... " True " .... ?!?
I Don't ...
Hate Women ... !!!! ...
I Don't ...
Believe in ... HATE .... !!!
But Girls' ... ATTITUDES NOW ...
I Must .... " BERATE " .... !!!!! ....
Oh well ... I Guess ...
It's Now ... " TOO LATE " ... !!!
For me to ... Ask You ...
On a .... " DATE " .... !!!!!
It seems .....
I've got ... TOO MANY LINES ... !!!!
That .... Bypass Girls ....
Who Take .... " COKELINES " .... !!!!
So To ... " Those Ladies " ...
Who Are ... FINE ... !!!!! ...
NOT JUST ... In looks ...
But In ........
Their ... " Minds " ... !!!!
Will YOU be ............ ?!?
MY VALENTINE ..... ?????? .....
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Compare these Models of their Chosen Mode
One the Harper of his Sun-Sparkled Prince;
The Other follows his Hermit-Bound Abode
As each does Smooth their Circles ever since
And since Habits etch their Persons unique
As Water for Oil a Challenge combine
Then with Morals coded place Values oblique
A Milestone too daunting to undermine
Yet to Magnify some Common Bond seen
That we Levelled Species are wont to do
As Lives contest like avid Bankers been -
Cheques made to myself yet subscribed to you.
That your Hub its Keys encode beyond my age
Of Millions you Party crowd my Screaming Page.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
There was no hunger, no want, no desire
it was said that life is passion, you aren’t alive unless your insides burn with fire
Words were exchanged in full and without thoughts, second
Even when bonds were broken, within mere minutes would they mend
There comes a time when you realise that tomorrow isn’t much of mystery
don’t think things repeat? How about a lesson in history
Wise words have always passed on through the ages
wiser words yet, have perished with their sages
It is said that beauty is skin deep but ugly goes to the bone
funny, how none but them are drawn to the throne
Time was abundant and myths were told of change, spare
of our short, pathetic existence it seems we weren’t fully aware
Here we are atop a richly laden tree
one look towards the earth and you see skeletons, anything but free
The doors that used to be once open wide
now are walls with letterboxes, through which only bills and cheques now slide
Choice was an idea that truly held weight
not just a nuisance while picking a restaurant for a date
Nothing’s farther than the truth from itself
stories we shall write, into the depths of our own lies shall we delve.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Micro technology
do not forget the bonus
The delux shaving kit
so close its unbelievable
Full thirty days of shaving
guaranteed
or, yes.
your money back
it may take awhile
while we process all your cheques
oops
should I have said that?
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
It's time...
It's come...
I didn't do this for myself...
I didn't do this for the money...
I've made a lot of mistakes, gotta understand my life isn't so funny, when I get mad, scribble it down on the page, and like to just laugh, I know it's not enough, but it works, it's got its perks, now I got a chance, believe me I can't where we at, God put us here for a reason, now it's my season, this music you're feeling, my reason being to give this passion a lashing, a beating, a thrashing, understand it, it's not a spliff I'm passing, sick feelings just beat it, you see it I might be sick in the head, believe it, believe that, I don't want your respect, I don't care if you're asking and in the end it's never the cheques I'm cashing...
Both of us see it...
I want to believe it...
I want to accept it...
Our roots have spilt...
You'll never be how far I can see...
You better know...
You better believe me...
Now take a deep breath, need to focus on my strengths, while I write these lines with depth, losing the fight at night, can feel it in my head, instead of mourning I look to the sky instead, praying one day I can look ahead, to a time where I'll never be misread, that's what he said, I'll just be the reject, the unusual suspect, in effect I'll never be perfect, maybe I'm just been indirect, outside playing with the friends in my head, don't believe a work he says, wind in my hair, take my last breath, stand tall it's what he recommends, caution tape is my final rest...
long way down; better clear my head... take the decent...
"Believe me"
he said...
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
****** white paper can I tell you my secrets?
Can the blackness that has coloured my heart
Spoil your purity to form stroke lines?
Can
these
words paint pictures like painters do on canvases ?
Can these
tears
flow freely like overflowing river banks?
Who do I pay to the order of? , trying to cash these emotional cheques.
Square boxes missing check marks
Yes? , No?
Can I tell you a few secrets?
Can a NOUN and Pronoun verb ADVERB?
To which government do I pay syntax?
Will you judge me if I put U before I ?
Pure white paper, I do not understand this language called love.
I'll leave you blank,
* even when she aimed at me with with bullets instead.
- Jason R. Johnson
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Mary was a poet;
her words beautiful
her grammar impeccable
her grasp of the lexicon
far beyond my simple ramblings
Mary was a writer;
her flow omnipresent
her imagery transports the soul
her understanding of the reader
far beyond my comprehension
Mary taught me
how to express myself
the meaning of a nom de plume;
I didn't need to be
just a boy with
ideas above his station
Mary was a 40-something woman
previously married with grown up kids
living on a Western Isle
with a pet donkey called Samson
For 20 years I walked with Mary's shadow
she made me proud and kept our secrets safe
I remember the poem she wrote
about a coffee and a one night stand
evoked images of two women in a passionate embrace;
it won some award she never collected
Mary had cheques for her published works
filled a pencil case in a box in the attic
her moments in the spotlight gathering dust
citing Maya Angelou as her inspiration
and Ben Okri as a man she'd like to cook for
Mary inspired me;
she was a writer and a poet don't you know
taught me the meaning of a nom de plume
sad was the day I laid her to rest
buried with her cheques in the pencil case
gathering dust in the attic
This is her epitaph:
wherever there is soul
all is not lost,
and what is not lost
is never forgotten.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 8:59 AM UTC
In Wonder much your Sore Barrels invade
From Whirlycoxed Dames do Insure your Vote
Or Bribes the Fortunate Rascals evade
Saw no other Buttons to Press your Note
So Truth bends the very Patron decide
Carry on the Labours of your Booned Mass
Though Protests trim for another Subscribe
Let all Porned Bobbies allow you to Pass
That your Room - now a Museum convert
Never which Knowing which Prudent Tile step
Then again - as rugged as Granite your Shirt
Stain its Ghostly Essense on your Precept.
Would there be News? Doubt to my Knowledge based
My Cheques duly Crossed and left to Moons chased.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Change for a smile?
I was always told to greet everyone with a smile.
It does not cost you a thing they say.
I tend to disagree with this statement.
A smile leads to an introduction,
This leads to a conversation,
Tends to birth a friendship,
And now you are invested in a relationship.
Everything new and exciting,
Fast paced and close to heart,
Rewards and benefits,
Never a dull moment,
Soul-mates,
An indestructible pair
However, nothing for free in today’s day and age,
A bill for the shoulder to cry on,
Debt orders for the acts of loyalty,
Receipts to prove what has been done for you,
Bank guaranteed cheques accepted here,
Best you pay up on time my friend.
Wake up and your life account shows a very depressing zero,
But this is no reason to despair
You are now the proud owner of real world experience,
Invested into yourself,
The first crop may be lost, but there are still smiles left to come
So I sit across from you,
With a smile on my face,
‘That will be one lessoned learnt please’ I say
‘There you go kind sir’ you reply
‘Thank you’ I reply
Now please take your change.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Forests burn in ashen skies
Atmosphere of putrid lies,
Fat Cats write their cheques of gold
Another thousand hectares sold.
Forest fall for short term gain
**** tomorrow's children's pain.
**** the leaden poisoned air
Here and now is all they care,
High grade autos, classy chicks
Snort white powder, cash for kicks.....
Use it all at headlong speed
**** tomorrow...Let it bleed!
Off the Serpent's head I say
Abruptly end the Fat Cheques day.
End the **** of forest green
End the poisoned air obscene.
We owe it to tomorrow's sky,
We fix the problem...or we die.
M.
6 APRIL 2014
And.........
You know the tragedy at hand?
It's that no one here will make a stand;
We'll shake our heads and turn away
And pray that sanity will play.
The Dogs will ride roughshod and bold
Until established stranglehold
To throttle those who dare to caw,
Intimidate with threat and claw.
I've seen it all, I'm sick to say,
The Bulldozers shall have their way.
The Powerful, who write the cheque,
Stack all the cards and rig the deck!
M.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
the eye sees
mathematics-coordinates computed
chance takes over
38-24-36
that's me -a ******
seeking shape in all its forms
flesh and bone structure
salt swamps silicon valleys
the lapping of tongues
with no specific language
just a flicker
its worth it all.
are you done, darling?
forever is where i've just arrived
unkempt brazen ****** animal
are you into **** gyms
don't stretch, break -a-bone
half yourself into acrobatic circuses
******* of delight.Remember boundaries
we are decent people.
touch me here
words stand up-ready?
our volcanoes
are locked up in traditional
cages, awaiting escape
flutter free.
Is this where geometric shape
take its chance.
How much? Travelers Cheques
are a decade old
I have a flight to catch!
Whats your name?
Ok! Forget it?
Author Notes
'I just took my mind back from the gutter for this cumpetition"
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
the world is a falling bomb
a shooting star w/ no place
left to go but comatose
destinations, reinvention of something new
something smiling
something worth the cost of
an eyesight so beautiful
a sunset so memorable
a peace
& ash will always caress
the world is a ticking clock
a broken dinner plate too close to the edge
& a memory of days spent running in wet grass
glass fills our lungs & we breathe in shards of
sunlight desperation
this highway is magnetic w/ joy & I'm happy
to go w/ these amicable tides
this is freedom
in hearts this is freedom in
buildings thrown on foundations of
this is freedom to speak
to raid your mind
to ride your ready-made thoughts
to blow the sky away
one day
at a time
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 9:33 AM UTC
i was slapping my leg while i laughed... so here's a hip-hip-hooray for a boxing match! because i have dementia and you have kidney failure, and we're both on retirement pay-cheques.
well...
i was trying to put my sunglasses on...
couldn't find them...
then i said the words: 'but i did'...
and i did imitate putting glasses onto
my protruding cartilage
and shadowed eye-sockets...
i did...
but the joke wasn't Adolf ******
sporting a Charlie Chaplin moustache...
it was the fact that i imitated putting
glasses on and said the words -
but i did! serious giggles, i'm telling
you, i almost had to stitch-up my hernia
into a sleeping-bag of never existed!
yep, some call it life,
and some call it sleep;
trampolines are handy to rescue the argument
from a food / pillow fight;
you can tell i never had siblings
to relate to... Jurassic world part two.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Passport ticket and travellers cheques
Gigantic tin can capulted into the sky
Locking the door carrying two suitcases
Opening a door to an uncertain future
Reality has shifted by a few tiny degrees
And left everyone a little out of sync
Easyness has disappeared invisible and
Unquestioned in the past couple of years
Lacking the courage to make a clean break
Seeing a film of jaded dissolution settle
Understandable of course but not acceptable
Honest eyes and easy smiles were now needed
Life waylaid by regret drowning in untruths
Glancing skyward a plane flew low overhead
Answers were finally within reach and a
Shadow was to become real life flesh and blood
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Dress them fabulous!
Line their eyes black, dramatic;
Teach the young mermaids to walk in cigarettes
with eyes of starved predators (like they are)
unflinching at the flashes as they sashay
To let ***** sons imagine what’s under the bespoke.
Make their tresses wet for greater effects
Let my mermaids walk with pearl-choked necks!
Cut off the ducklings! Matrons like swans
--nymphs that glide on runway as if on ice
Have the witches lust for the sea green dress
Even if it makes them look like fat caterpillars
Make them forget that they’re no longer young
And that these girls are the newest brand of beautiful.
For the sequin-scales, have the crones battle with cheques.
Let my mermaids walk with pearl-choked necks!
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
She wrote a note to herself today.
Before the moon bid its goodbye to it’s kind.
Before the world had a chance to wash her mind;
With pending tasks and bitter words that made her wrong,
Telling her how this would only make her strong.
She wrote it before emotions took over,
Before she said her name to the barista as a coffee-lover.
Before she had the choice between hope and optimism,
And sip into all the criticism.
A simple sentence that would resonate within mind;
before her eyes witness normality,
She wrote a note of what she wanted the day to be in reality.
She was not greedy, she tried to be kind,
Everyday she made up her mind.
Only to cease the day,
Yet be humble and not prey.
’Tis true that she wanted things her way,
She knew the dark clouds would not stay.
On the days it was hard to breathe,
She took a look around at the papers beneath.
Between the bills, payment sheets and cheques,
On the days she felt life was a wreck.
‘Breathe woman! Everything will be okay!’ she read,
This is how she knew her life wasn’t hanging by a thread.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 3:45 AM UTC