"morgage" poems
The ancient tacoma grainery,
Stands in a corner of its own now.
Tne dark tunnell still has leggs when
she lets go.
The dock street rail yard fills up the city like a
loaf of hotnsteamy bread.
Farther down our ambitious tycoon
Stacks up condos, wheat pancakes,
Is his breakfast of choice.
They demolished the old elks club.
Which sprung across the street
like a walmart super store.
Blue and yellow is workers vest
perks and all. Their members still
grase for golfballs off the ten million dollar tees.
There isnt much enjoyment, they'd rather drink.
Last month my two foot clarks walked through the sliding dorrs hospitality.
Wanting to see the high mountain of sucess,
I looked for organic oats.
My minds to random.
I inch up to the screen and see the faces of migrant workers,
Hang like meat.
After six months in america half the under employed,
Are giving up.
Deported with their children.
My hope still goes out to the college students.
And their first morgage of inflamatory dough.
They all buy up every job still hoping for change.
No marrijuana in public,
Get away while the officers turn their backs,
With their guns to pepper a face.
In the taxing store.
Im afraid we smoked heavilly.
Love to the workers,
Love to their vests.
Everythings devoliping to quick.
My new bike slices by cars of ritz crackers.
Everthings been built to last.
There nothing left to buil on,
Only a few vacent lots that wait for tresspassers.
One man dives through a trash can and isnt scared.
He picks out a hamburger bun and eats his lunch.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
They have fought for God and Country, far away from their home.
Now these heroes are behind on morgage loans.
Slept in a six foot shelter, lives on the line,
coming home to nothing, don't rest easy on my mind.
Wish I had enough acres to set them up right here.
Know they know how to build and get them trees cleared.
Kind of like a city where all of of those who gave,
can rebuild their lives and misery be saved.
I know that there are reasons and situations extremes,
the kind of equation that ruins hopes and dreams.
Just doesn't fit me right to see these women and men,
to come back from the gates of Hell and see their world closing in.
Awareness is the seed to a solution.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 2:13 PM UTC
“A supposedly Amusing ode”
I lay here staring can it be?
A midlife crisis come for me?
But no it’s not true oh it taunts me
After all I’m not yet fourty
But oh I’ve lived a life so carefree
No morgage payments await for me
No insurence upon my life
Not even a pension
I’m nobodies wife
I’ve born no child it’s not yet for me
It’s all lie ins takeaway and adult TV
I can go out when I please
I have savings never
Sometimes I drink to much but I don’t feel clever
But wait .... oh no maybe that’s not it .... maybe that’s not what’s the cause of this itch
Maybe now I’m realising I’ve had it all wrong
I bought the wrong book I’ve sung the wrong song
No rock and band sit upon this hand
I’m not sure why I don’t understand
Why have these ***** produced no fruit
Why does my maternal instinct feel so mute
I do not own these rocks and mortar
This cat here is my only daughter
My other half as bad as me
He just likes to snore and watch TV
Oh **** oh no it’s all to late
To fix my life get it straight
I must get married
I must produce life
Quick mark wake up and make me your wife
Hmmmm but that’s actually all quite expensive
And we are really not that tentive
To the young of age who make such a mess
The school run sounds like a lot f stress
And a morgage surely ties you down
What if I don’t like that side of town
Or county
Or country and want to live a life
Full of travel freedom and vice ?
Yes I’m sure it’s all ok
in our rut I think we’ll stay
With our own jokes and inside gags
Phew what a relief I can breath with no strife
And relax a little into mid life :)
(C) Ashley Kane
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
If you ever love me; here is all that you need to know
I will love you back
It may only be for an hour,
a day,
maybe a year if you're lucky,
but probably not ever a lifetime
Sorry but love is this idea that you are limited to one person, and I can't grasp that idea of loving someone who won't ever really love you back
They might love your body parts,
but only long enough until you have 3 kids, and the divorce papers are sitting on the counter along with the scotch, and the unpaid morgage because you're too busy slamming doors, and breaking hearts
It's hard to love when you love everyone
It's hard to love when you fall into it with fictional characters, and ideas that you've read about, but have never witnessed,
and you're trapped inside this world of high standards that no one will ever meet
Therefore, I may never really love you like I would want to
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC