"financing" poems
Since my breakup
I realized the importance
of threats from debt
wieghing down
a relationship
Since my breakup
I have made a promise
to not have one
monthly obligation
regardless the sacrifice
Since my breakup
I moved in with family
in order to save money
and paid cash for a camper
so I could live, rent free
Since my breakup
I paid cash for a pickup
that easily could last me
the next 20 years to come, not paying one penny to interest
Since my breakup
I have been saving
as much as possible
versus financing
MY AMERICAN DREAM
Since my breakup
I bought a sports car
that was the one to have
when I was in highschool
another goal Im proud of
Since my breakup
I have divided and conquered
all the debts and threats
of monthly obligations
and rearranged my desires
Since my breakup
I have realized what i want
and Im proud to say
I finally purchased
my own piece of land
Since my breakup
I have discovered
my desire to live simple
and my next mission
is to build a home on my land
BUY DIRT
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 10:18 PM UTC
those powerful bankers
they who have much clout
are financing the ultimate destruction
which shall inevitably occur
cards are beginning to fall
those who've been dealt
unimportant suits
shall surely die
those who are most fortunate
shall be dealt cards
most high
they'll seize every ace
the bankers issue out
there will be a select few
who'll have ownership
of the planet's vital resources
the elites
shall take
all they can obtain
which will leave
nothing for the masses
on our planet with which to sustain
talk is becoming louder
an event most prophetic
shall shock the Earth's inhabitants
hear the reverberating
the tremors are starting to roll
the circle of Illuminati
shall be in control
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
You are excess of my goodness when am done with my badness
I love you Africa in excess for your excess of problems;
Poverty, wars, warlords, diseases, hunger, famine
And cataclysms evilest eating away your terra firma
Like a desperate Tiger on a capsized boat,
Your riches in history of slavery and heritage of colonialism,
In the excess of your global bleeding that makes me love you more,
Your excessive black ugly humanity in the explosive population
of useless human beings; barely illiterate and blunt in knowledge
Buried deeply in the starkness of crude and vulpine culture,
These bestow to me the synergy to love you O! My dear tarzanic Africa,
Your excessive cult of dictatorships that glitter in aura of democracy,
Sending your sons and daughters to miserable powerlessness,
Devoid of governance in abundance of power and money corruption,
Financing and cementing torture chambers for the voices of reason,
Building my pedestal on which I stand to execute
My cornucopia of love for you dear Africa, an avatar of Satan,
As you are prone and spread eagled in a defenseless stretch
Against all the ****** condemning your self to ideological turmoil,
I still do love you in supercilious superfluity my dear Africa.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
shut down the gubmint
it ain't workin no more
no end to tax and spend
libs gonna make us all po
shut down the gubmint
don't matter nun no how
unessential personnel
will enjoy a day off now
the gubmint don't funkshun
the gubmint is no good
the gubmint should go away
we'll manage our own hoods
everyone grab yer shotgun
fill the bathtub with water
firemen and cops on furlough
perps we'll give no quarter
the skools we can do widout
common cents is all we need
only teacher unions will be angry
publik skoolin just a liberal creed
won't mail the SS checks
financing lifestyles of idle poor
dis socializm needs stoppin
kick the commies out the door
national parks should be solded
only tree huggers will care
Koch Bros will snap em up
cut trees, strip mine, run job fairs
as long as the Army
keeps bombin the Tallyban
we be safe from Evil Doers
its all in God's good plan
so shut down the gubmint
its time to slash and burn
Teabaggers to the rescue
Obamanation gotta learn
You Tube Music Video:
PO PO Shut Us Down!
Led Zeppelin
When the Levee Breaks
Oakland
4/5/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
The invasion of other countries
Has to come to a full stop.
You’re making us the Evil Empire
By playing at being traffic cop.
We are stuck in a sick cycle
Of meddling in the internal affairs
And financing revolutions and wars
In countries where nobody asked us there.
You’re evil
And even more so;
Pure evil
Because you don’t think so.
At least that’s what you claim
But you’re as phony as your fame.
You tell the voters one set of lies
And secretly agree on others.
Your backroom manipulations
Kills our sisters and brothers
While hiding behind patriotism
The overseas battles of duplicity
Are not about threats to us here,
But are about oil and ethnicity.
You’re evil
And even more so;
Pure evil
Because you don’t think so.
At least that’s what you claim
But you’re as phony as your fame.
You take advantage of the state
Of poverty out nation is suffering
That you politicians caused
By removing our safeguard buffering.
You are doing your best to remove
All the national checks and balances
So you can ***** our world at large
That has no recourse for grievances.
You’re evil
And even more so;
Pure evil
Because you don’t think so.
At least that’s what you claim
But you’re as phony as your fame.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Part 1
The snooze button empowers me to the veto the day
However some Congressional sub-committees on time and financing appear to be overriding my action
Part 2
I have played with clouds
I have seen moons drop past the horizons of distant worlds
I have talked to Solomon, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, Siddhartha, the Dalai Lama, all of his incarnations, Gandhi, Ben Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and soldiers returning home from countless wars
And I have been disappointed thousands of times because you have awoke me before I was fully enlightened
Part 3
You should have warned me before I said something stupid
Why don't you ever signal me before I over draw my checking account
You could of let out some kind of peep telling me that the dog was about to crap on the floor
You are good for nothing
Part 4
It needs to be over between us
I am in love with pillow
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Yes.
And we all know how to
Make poetry pay.
We all know what it is
That makes Sammy run,
Run Sammy Run.
But I take it to its
Absurd conclusion:
Ads right in the middle of
The ******* poem!
“That was,”
If I do say so myself,
“A stroke of pecuniary brilliance."
Pecuniary adjective pe·cu·ni·ary \pi-ˈkyü-nē-ˌer-ē\
: Relating to or in the form of money
Full Definition of PECUNIARY
1: consisting of or measured in money 2: of or relating to money
— pe·cu·ni·ar·i·ly \-ˌkyü-nē-ˈer-ə-lē\ adverb http://www.thesaurus.com
Would not this be an excellent conceit?
Villainy of a close & potent kind?
Put the cart before the horse
(So to speak):
POETS AS SWEAT EQUITY.
That’s right!
Make us pay for our sins,
Financing our sins.
(So to speak).
What a concept!
Why not run the Merriam-Webster logo here . . .
Would this not be the appropriate time?
(logo)
Advertising right smack
Dab in the middle of
The ******* poem!
My third world soul
Having a difficult time
Navigating this Toddlin' Town
Allow me to show you around, town.
And lest we forget:
Our first poets were religious crazies,
With diction gilding Version, King James.
"My Schtick,"
As Mel Brooks might say.
Mel's History of the World
(Part 2, i.e.),
Retells the Essence of Story Telling,
The Misnah Pentateuch,
Told again with the usual **** genius.
Scene: Moses stumbles on Sinai,
One of three burdensome
Stone tablets is dropped,
Shatters on a rock.
What could possibly have been proscribed
In those 5 lost commandments?
What freaky human pleasure,
Could possibly have been lost to humanity?
It is pointless to speculate.
'Tis better to think about this,
Dear Poetry Publisher Query *****
Ads right in the middle of the ******* poem.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
On the night of women, Yoruyoru Yoruyoru Yoruyoru,
a business war in the United States in the war,
but the war in the United States, is so well known
that she had written in blue and white jewelry
on the approach of the Soviet Union.
European glass of power to the woman, as the eyes of the East
and 3 from the heart of the dead from the heart in the world in the mirror
in the house is completely lost to me:
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Hillside Minnesota is a give and take as rise Intolerantia as a little kid;
Wind of the fame of the rich wildlife Yokuza pieces, a company
in the United States of eczema, eczema, 7 days, in Greece,
and brought him to be, as regards the name of the cocktail to the way
of the true honor of John the Baptist | is the stone which was beautiful,
he was sitting up against Babylon, to fly about;
Window in the window is the feeling of the women
littering the family tree,
every half-Australian stripper, public nudist camp scientist
who lives in the Philosophy of Science, said,
"It's more a crime to support a criminal rather than a world
which is plagued by the face of a Panegyric, |
who is supposed to campaign |
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unknown dancing silver and long-term debt financing institution
as the optics go false on the original charge of ****
and Ethel 500 Sisun thinks it should be a hot girl playing
with Einstein's first entry into the jack jack jacket USMC Mild Toes
and muscle fat o' credit mock abduction can bring
Ten ten ten ten flute
playing Aka Tuberculosis with the Arab world,
you walk down to play
the game, and the game continues, A drug
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
I was tied like a ribbon.
Tied to a silver coin
I followed it everywhere
It was survival
They tell you to do what you love,
But who is financing my dreams?
I only see one decision.
The silver coin.
The ribbon slowly tightening
Around my neck,
Starting to choke the choices
Out of me.
They tell you to do what you love,
But they only mean
The dreams that collect silver coins.
The dreams that fix massive dept.
So what am I to do?
My dusty pockets
And love of art
Leaving me at a crossroad.
I wish for a different world.
Where achieving your dreams
Wasn't a fantasy,
And I could paint words for a lifetime.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
we found it where
the rubble lies
we found it beneath
such wretched lies
we found it when
we were both
so lost
we found it even
beneath the gloss
we found love
buried under the bets
saying we would not make it
but let's not forget
that everyone that ever
dropped their money in the pool
is financing their own divorce
and just look like a fool
because we found love
as two souls, separated
and not one persons
disillusionment
was ever going to take it
away from us
what we have is forever
we found love
we found it together
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
Have we forgotten how to care
And how to give a ****
Our people go without
There's hunger in our land
The haves have excessively much
And hold on to it tight
The have-nots have so little
That they can’t afford to fight
The winds of change are blowing cold
On humanity's naked face
We just blew 800 billion dollars
To bail out problematic banks
Watch as children starve
A lack of interest takes the stage
Women still lack equality
Another black man killed today
But we can't afford such mercy
'Cause were financing another war
Have we forgotten how to care
And what this life is for?
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
I am a beast
Contributing to the earth's pollution
Intoxicating soil and financing the royal
If I could gamble to be any other living thing
I'd take a spin on the wheel and hope for death to be my win
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 4:00 PM UTC
The Cost
“5 minutes to write, 5 minutes to edit and 10 more to cease weeping,”
when the inquiry arrives, how long/where from it comes,
gave this answer
more or less the response accurate
more or less the weeping really never ceases
I will return to it again, **** poem
random when, unreasoned why, wherefore
a stumble, a message, months from now, tomorrow,
even decades and I’ll remember the precise circumstances
for each poem has a Cost, that excises a piece of you, a new cut,
freshly salted, an antibiotic of loving may remove the
redness, but not the white line, so what you call a scar, I,
I call it an etched memory preserved
the sum of all These Costs, all these memories,
cumulative, additive, addictive - someone says:
stop being so sensitive, leave the telling to others,
or keep them in plastic bags, dated, retrievable,
in case an antiretroviral antidote is ever needed,
a fresh injection when you think you could even
cease to care
The Cost is always capitalized, for the Cost is called human capital,
the invisible financing that permits our existence till all spent,
when we’ve run out of drawer space, zipper bags,
breaths to be taken away and glass jars to store them,
if the mind says no more! then it will be ok,
for you are all spent
The Cost so great! this a double entendre,
for they are the stuff of me, whatever greatnesses
I ever possessed within them kept and believed,
happily paid for past and present, for the future,
will happily pay for it right now, again and again,
for the Costs are who I am, till, such time that
Costless arrives, eyes closed, nothing left to post,
to recall, no coin to give, my purposed all paid,
as if all paid could ever cause my weeping to cease
Mon May 4
10:48 am
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
I’m spinning off the rails
At catastrophic speeds
Flying off the handle
To fulfill my childish needs
I’ve busted my back
I’ve paid my share; my dues
I no longer wish to offer up
My services to you
The flag I wave is of surrender
The universal sign of truce
My mind is fed up and tired of
This mental warfare of abuse
Throw down your weapons
Your words can open doors
Instead of seeing bloodshed
While financing all their wars
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 10:50 PM UTC
All my poems be about romance and stuff.
I never jumped over the edge took a chance on stuff.
But I may have peaked and glanced at stuff.
I may have needs like financing stuff.
I’m trying to gain profit on monopoly.
Not talking board game, not it obviously.
My reality is stuck on apologies.
Sorry, Forgiveness, Excuses, Yeah I abused it.
If the words are free then I won’t refuse to use it.
I’m not advertising but that symbol said, “Just Do It”
So I’m going to do it and try to get it done.
Pray for a brother my sister nun.
God is the father, I’m just his son.
Raised by the church but not from birth.
We’re all born of sin, God lift this curse.
We all want to win, Quench this thirst.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity
all abustle skittering
to and fro, hither and yon
engaged in self important
activity yielding profits,
sans blood, sweat and tears won
full throttle industrial
manufacturers quaking unstoppably
only intermittently pausing,
where managers standing arms akimbo
asper quizzical looking hue cree ton
megaphone blaring orders to underlings
so "Boss" tweed can line pockets
for his/her daughter and/or son
Head Honcho most aggrieved,
when red ink doth run
undermining the bottom line,
thus farming out labor to distant places
(where wages amount to pennies on the dollar)
locals such as Lake Woebegone, Qum, Timbuktu,
et cetera where pun
gnashing working conditions tantamount
to slave labor,
yet scare other options open
hence able bodied men,
women and children scramble,
despite back breaking grueling physically
exhausting grunt job accepting second to none
with nary any rest for weary
long as workweek includes a mon
day, where bloodied bare hands claw
purported Mother lode with feigned frenzied zest
enterprise bolstered via executive bank ministers
financing lucrative scheme
attended to by majordomo
attired in expensive ves
corporate investment project elicits
quaffing, imbibing, and chugging elixir
produced from heavily guarded recipe
qua electric kool aid acid test
where coeval business men/women rest
assured bonanza forecast upon
former green acres hiding treasured quest
marginally concerned such nettlesome
pillaging, ravaging, torturing ranks
wealth driven vanity as deleterious pest
shortsighted exploitation money making embarkation
glorified as investment nsync to feather nest
retirement funds despite leaving the environment messed
up, whereby future generations saddled with
poorly bandaging gentrifying, resuscitating
gaping wounds upon Gaia at best
shortening quality of life
for all (poetry) Earthlings aye attest.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
it's time to see who my friends are again
LinkedIn the message that made me argue with them
sent out those messages to make us plan out a cheer
an update with silverware and a gap tooth
a declaration, but not of independence
- that past really did a number on me
it's time to lie on silk, and bathe with milk
to do one project and my office phone don't ring
to conquer spare time, financing personal war begging to be win
I am an American again, I can have a dream
and dig open to work on plans that went to sleep
it is time to see who my friends are again
it is time to see who will speak
Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 10:51 PM UTC