"greenback" poems
We live in a society were the physical world shadows the metaphysical.
We live in a society were money precedes life.
Students are broke(n) like the loans that imprison them.
Death and taxes are inevitable, but it seems that taxes are more of a threat then death itself.
The greenback alludes us into becoming vicious consumers praying on the wealth of others.
We live in a society turned upside down. Broke(n).
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
*The cordons of existence are constricting
For the keepers of the dream have let us down,
Who will buy tomorrow if performances are hollow
Causing all the global spectators to frown?
American has been the silk pyjamas
Since ’45 they’ve lead the world’s display
In health and wealth and brandishing the muscle
But in recent times it seems they’ve seen their day.
For since Clinton’s time the National debt has spiralled
They’ve departed brushfire wars in disarray,
Default now looms obscene with disharmony supreme
With Congressional leaders ranting in the fray.
The fiasco of a Government held to ransom
By a faction of extremist’s from the right,
Whilst the greenback in decline won’t change water into wine
The dire threat of fiscal chaos causes fright.
So global confidence is fading in the dollar
And the watchers shake their heads in blank despair,
For the willingness to follow is now a bitter pill to swallow
When the USA’s rock steadiness aint’ there.
So, what’s around the corner for tomorrow?
What aspirants are waiting in the wings?
With a fading USA perhaps it’s China’s turn to play
Though that’s going to mean adjustments made to things.
Of course we’re venturing into territory’s unchartered
And the crystal ball consulted, isn’t clear
But one thing I can assure, if this is what we must endure,
Is that our tomorrows will be something, now, to fear.*
Marshalg
Auckland N.Z.
19 October 2013
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
springtime in the rockies is filled with such delight
eagles fly round moutain tops such a lovely sight
mountains you can climb underneath the sun
climbing oh so high having lots of fun
lots of different things there for you to do
lots of lovely sights there for you to view
there are grizzly bear and the elk and moose
coyote and the deer running free and loose
lots of different creatures the greenback toad and trout
lots of things in ponds swimming all about
such a lovely place with lots of things to see
springtime in the rockies is where i long to be
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
So lunch is on me then eh?
lips suitably pursed, pinkie raised
to the correct angle,
she sits and sips the last dregs of
life she's squeeezzed outta me-
a fitting accompaniment
to the thick slice o' succulent wallet
she's so elegantly carved out of my ***
dripping with greenback,
for those blessed with perfect diction,
her lawyer comments on the tenderness
of my sauteed sweetbread,
"hummmm a little stringy,
but ever so nourishingly juicy".
as he pours the remnants of my self esteem on to his final bill...
alan nettleton
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
Greenland's not for sale
Greenland's melting
Green forests burning
Greenback flooding
Greed and fear ablaze
fed and preyed upon by AI
Chosen by the wicked
but snubbed, the King sulked
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
early morning,
with
cup of kenyan blend.
i step outside,
to meet my day.
all soft,
misty drizzle.
cocooning the view,
to the koi pond
and slick driveway.
stepping stones,
are
soft wet coins
on greenback lawn.
dewed and glistening new.
the last
of the snapdragons,
weep in bright tears
of beauty.
the portulaci
have closed their
faces to the world,
to await the
returning sun.
in the pond,
the koi swim,
and glide
like solar flashes
caught while bathing.
bright moving wonder
on the colourless day
and as i watch
the surface becomes
hypnotic as water drops
create ring,bisecting
ring, bisecting ring.
concentricity,
most exquisite.
the smell of jasmine
eucalypt and coffee
mix and mingle with
exhaust and salted iodine.
sound is muted.
birds, whisper this morning.
even the kookaburras call,
in stuttering short chuckles.
the sea, so close, is but a murmur, a chinese whisper
on the frail wind.
the small grey cat,
comes to sit with me
nose, aquiver,
ears swiveling
to and fro.
a pause before,
harrumphing
and stalking
back into the
dry, cosy, warmth.
i soon follow....
leaving the day,
to it's softness.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
they fell from a tolleycroft trawler
(about a mile off the gary dock)
tossed in a bottlenose gulf stream
partially pasted on ruk and crustacean
belly ******* ragged
fender bent rolling
drifting on krill chop
past o' malleys
down juan de fuca
rubbing grain
into the gun barrel sea
twisted benjamins
nipped by the hungry swell
blunt on a wayward log
deep in the gutty storm
slack jaw, skinned
medling
over phosphorescence
and grayling
and cold erratic flow
(oh those seedy finman!)
driftwood gorge
at celebration light
sun carts rise
to the homecoming
**** that nuisance moon!)*
crimson tide
and contraband
strung on the greyhound
intervention essentials
with menacing roots
these crackers lack
all disposition
and tact
an enemy mask
lies deep within
blinded rodmen
on a shoreline retreat
where the franklin bills
are spinning
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
I am from silly sisters, full time moms, and missing dads
From Mexican Railroaders and southern slavers
I am from cramming in and spreading out
From jumping on the bed and sleeping on the sheet
I am from kitten toys and a purple piggy bank
From P.B. cookies and B+s on the fridge[b]
I am from Stam Chocolate
From pizza pie and spaghetti piled high
I am from Birthday Girl picks dinner
From salad dressing bottles and sweet Maine summers
I am from squishy black cat dolls
From the Time Out Chair and Bear Chair Fights
I am from homemade pants that can't be beat
From "Greenback Dollar" and "Unclouded Days"
I am from "Stand up and be counted"
From the Girl Scout Promise and Law
I am from all these things and more
My poem never ending
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
-on a contemporary religion: https://youtu.be/FDZmTXkwcNA
Kneel in the sun, count your money
Clutch 'm for the summer breeze
Hotter than hell is counting your money
While greenback devils grin from the trees
Let a hailstorm touch the roof's gutter
Like piano keys hit by a fool
Now you hear what you want to hear
Casino's cash machines finally deliver
Let the days disappear forever
Let the night get as dark as can be
There is a shiny silver dollar there
Beaming mercilessly at you and me
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
Danger Mouse, the greatest secret agent of them all,
Danger Mouse, the greatest secret agent of them all,
Danger Mouse, the greatest secret agent of them all,
Danger Mouse with his side kick Ernest Penfold, the nerdy hamster,
The per defeat their arch enemy Baron Silas Von Greenback,
Week after week, Danger Mouse and Ernest Penfold save the world,
Danger Mouse, the greatest secret agent of them all,
Danger Mouse, the greatest secret agent of them all,
Danger Mouse, the greatest secret agent of them all.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
I found you in parks,
camped out in libraries
bus depots
we shared road stories,
**** food, and whatever we had
stuffed in our pants, forbidden
by the man
you came from everywhere
and were going nowhere--except
California
a million dreams after
Steinbeck's hordes plodded west,
desperate to find the fruit
but you were in search
of grapes without the wrath:
there weren't any
you came and went
some succumbing to the needle
others to the bottle, and more to the winds
which whisked you to another park bench,
another all night diner, in another
dead, gray city
I stuck around,
earned, or stole, greenback dollars
built red brick houses, had children and wives
and almost forgot your scent
now, mostly when the lights are out,
I add the years of your evaporating biographies
and realize so few of you remain,
to walk our flat earth
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
That morning in 12-step
Heart filled with remorse
Why had her life taken
This punishing course
Why had she been given
These trials and this pain
More sorrow than gladness
More dry spell…than rain
She felt undeserving
God’s love or His care
So much of her past life
Just hadn’t been fair
Disabled and damaged
Distressed and abused
Would He ever welcome
A daughter this bruised
Then the leader held up
A ten dollar bill
It was torn on one edge with
A syrupy spill
Who wants it he asked them
Will anyone here
Accept this old ten spot
That’s stained in root beer
He didn’t seem startled
When each hand raised high
And each one called ‘I will’
In synchronized cry
Then taking the greenback
He crumpled it tight
And stomped to the carpet
With all of his might
Then once more he asked them
An arch in his brow
While holding it forward
Well, how about now?
It’s ***** and wrinkled
Do any of you
Still want this ten dollars
With all it’s been through?
Again each hand raised up
And each one said 'yes'
Each one understanding
It wasn’t worth less
In spite of its treatment
It hadn’t decreased
In what it could buy them
No, not…in the least
So now my dear sisters
Their leader explained
Each one in this classroom’s
Been rumpled and stained
Each one has experienced
The struggles of earth
But none has diminished
In what she was worth
Each one has been damaged
And each one is flawed
But the worth of each sister
Is precious to God
The Savior’s atonement
Is proof of that fact
For God sent Him down to
Make up what each lacked
He sent someone perfect
To save someone not
Which makes you all priceless
Despite what you’ve thought
That night she was dreaming
And listened enthralled
To angelic voices
Then heard her name called
'Who wants her?' was broadcast
Will anyone here
Accept her into this
Celestial sphere?
No one seem startled
When two from on high
Said they would accept her
In synchronized cry
Then once more the angel
An arch in his brow
While showing her earth life
Asked 'how about now?
She’s been both a victim
And transgressor, too
Are you sure that you want her
With all she’s been through?'
Again both the Father
And Son called out 'yes'
Each one demonstrating
She wasn’t worth less
In spite of life’s treatment
Her worth hadn’t decreased
To two such as they were
No, not…in the least
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
Get on with your Bad self
Go on with your Hustle
Into the bustle
And the gristle
Briskly
Frisky
Grizzly world...
Go 'head find and get that paper
Let your greenback wings unfurl
Telling you who to be
Made
So dapper...
Go Rise above
But still only talking
'Bout
That Unfathomable
Love
Still wrapping
The turkey in a noose
Letting bullets loose
For hundred dollar shoes
Shoes!
Shoo sure 'nuf!
Time to wake up / this close to the Sun
Wax in' & Flossin'
Ill prepared to Rise above
Pretending to exude
The same kind
Of Love...
You
Go'ne now...
You Dawg you - A "g"
N-word y'heard in Everythang
We trust
Go'ne muss it up!
I just must know
(My boo)
Didn't you?
Give the World
This Life
Much Love?
Fire in the sky... Fallen
Too high
At dusk...
gone to fly into the eye
(Cush)
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
beer tickets
bread
bucks
cake
cash
cheddar
coin
cream
currency
dinar
dosh
dough
folding stuff
funds
geld
gelt
greenback
jack
legal tender
lolly
means
moolah
lucre
paper
pennies
readies
sheets
shrapnel
simoleons
spends
sterling
wonga
This is all money
And I got so much pity
Not for those that don't have any
They still got Life
But for those that are greedy.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 6:42 AM UTC
In between notebooks
writing on the back of bank statement envelopes
My money would be in wise temperance
if I didn't haunt auctions for cursed instruments
I got a bargain baglama in route from Greece
it's just the chase
the replacement of writing songs and hard work
I could at least join the fox hunts
but don't forget coming from those that are forced to hunt
Sometimes envious of that pressure again
but don't resent cause it's just weakness
What I can't force myself to emulate
the neo-Malthusianism of my anointed material condition
________________________________________________________
I'm back at it
running out of space
Might have to switch to that student loan
refinancing scheme from Chase
I won't even open it cause
I'm just waiting for society to value
education as a better use of time than
bailing out bankers gambling on the
backs of the poor and middle class that take all the risk
You swindle their paycheck and taxes too
Worshiping at the alter of the greenback printer
Sell your grandma and your grandchildren's future
___________________________________________________________
I think I ran out of unimportant mail to write upon
I need to do my taxes so I can stop stressing
about hoarding unopened letters
I'm afraid I'll find some catastrophe like a disease
or a stolen identity
There's too much to fear in the 21st century
Yes, how weird
there's no aristocratic family lording over my plot of land
I'm not even a renter anymore except
to the bank and I get my food from multi-national global kings
Much less personal than the ****** that used to rule our lives
Now they're depersonalized into the corporate body
Escaping heaven's mandate
I suppose
Through layer and layer of fabric reality
the market, democracy, technology
is the belief that this whole world is fake
Ascribing deity to digital creators
Bad faith actors
Pretending it's other than profit you desire
"Profit's just a means"
but you need more means to make more means
What's the real product you're peddling?
Do you not have pride beyond the money making aspect?
Why do you highlight such shortsightedness?
Jan 25, 2023
Jan 25, 2023 at 11:04 PM UTC
Icarus Kush /by: Butch Decatoria
Get on with your Bad self
Go on with your Hustle
Into the bustle
And the gristle
Briskly
Frisky
Grizzly world...
Go 'head find and get that paper
Let your greenback wings unfurl
Telling you who to be
Made
So dapper...
Go Rise above
But still only talking
'Bout what don't matter,
The Unfathomable
Kind of Love.
Still wrapping
The turkey in a noose
Letting bullets loose
For hundred dollar shoes
Shoes!
Shoot sure 'nuf!
Time to wake up / this close to the Sun
Waxin' & Flossin'
Ill prepared to Rise above
Pretending to exude
The same kind
Of Love...
You
Go'ne now...
You Dawg you - A "g"
N-word y'heard in Everythang
We trust
Go'ne muss it up!
I just must know
(My boo)
Didn't you?
Give the World
This Life
Much Love?
Fire in the sky... Fallen
Too high
At dusk.
Gone to fly into the Eye...
(Kush)
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 7:47 AM UTC