"payoff" poems
#Life #struggle #success #destiny
Hello Friends today I want to share something to you and to everyone..... its very important on life...
Some stages in life we will face once for sure.....it will help for everyone for sure......
1. Hard Work always Payoff
but it takes time and struggle...
2. There will be always tough time,
You might give up.....
3. You Have to believe that Dream come True
only who believe to see
and aim to achieve it...
4. Success is never easy, it is always Hard to keep it
ou always to be prepared..
5. But the Key is To Never Give Up
Always keep doing what u love.
You Can make a difference
you have just to try for it....
The life is one chances might me more
but key is one -Hardworking.....
Life depends on hardworking
never waste your time...
Wake up now start new journey... till it reach your destiny.....
Write your destiny by yourself
by hardworking...
result will be late but it will positive for sure ...
-Chirayu
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
so here it starts,
a boy meets girl
they both decide
to give love a whirl
a couple years later
and it's going great
'til the day she finds
she wants to choose her own fate
he asks, "what happened?"
he doesn't understand
she replies, "im scared,
this love is too grand."
she asks him how he knows
that everything will be fine
he answers, "I will be yours,
and you will be mine."
he doesn't see the risk
of jumping into love
he doesn't see the payoff
as something they may fall short of
she knows that what she's doing
is messing up what could be
but she just can't stop doing it
she yearns for him to see
there is no known path
she can take to this destination
what if she loses her way
and gives in to that temptation
she knows it's her own fault
but really, it's for the best
this love would've ended, as most do,
with each party distressed
she doesn't want him to blame her
it will only push her farther away
but she longs for him to know
that its him she thinks of every day.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 4:51 PM UTC
Halfway up a mountain
on an ice-bound January day,
I sought to reliquify
a few calorific assets.
I am no fool -
I had been carefully investing
a portion of each meal
in certain holdings
(mainly around the waist).
Of course, I knew the safe route:
balanced diet, carbs, fruit, veg;
but a venture nutritionist such as myself
pays little heed to such extravagant prudence.
Fried breakfasts looked like offering
a quick and reliable payoff
and sure, for a while it worked.
But guess what:
Just when I needed the big windfall,
nothing.
Not a sausage,
if you'll pardon the pun.
"Sorry," a regretful body explained,
"I know you'd think you could call on your investments
"at the drop of a hat,
"but actually they're kind of clogged,
"a bit like your arteries."
Wheezing, waiting
for the mountain rescue helicopter,
I spared a rueful thought
for the taxpayer -
the reluctant buyer
of my safety.
You might imagine I owe something in return,
but I watch the news
and I reckon
I'll get away with it.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
It’s a holiday weekend, all of the ‘fellows’ have Monday off.
At lunch Wednesday, Lisa said, “We need a throw-down.”
So, we made some invites and started spreading word around.
“You know, we all work hard enough, we need to get down!”
We asked for RSVPs, and got 43, for the effort, a decent payoff.
My sister’s apartment has a balcony and plenty of space.
We spent Saturday shopping and rearranging the place.
Early Sunday, we hid all the breakables and decorated,
As people settled in, things took off - as we’d anticipated.
I was surprised when I saw Quinn come in
I quietly turned to Lisa, mouthing, “Who invited him?”
The blush on her face, gave her instantly away,
“We couldn’t NOT invite him, we see him every day.”
More people were arriving, laughing and smiling, the party was thriving.
Everyone seemed to bring something, a bottle of Canadian goose,
a bucket of KFC, another of Popeyes, some glowing aurora jungle juice,
taco dip and chips, a Boston Creme pie and a cake with purple icing.
When you feel right, you let the music ignite you,
the beat seems to drive you, the vibe helps excite you,
the bass starts to thump and, well, you’re only young once,
you forget all your cares, for a delirium that’s shared.
In this ocean of joy, I saw a sad and reserved boy.
It was Quinn, in the corner, slouching on the couch.
a model of insecurity, watching the party self consciously,
I looked at Lisa, rolled my eyes, and said, “Why ME?”
I maneuvered over and took Quinn gently by the shoulders,
“Come ON, Quinn, you’re among friends, so embrace the funk,
these GIRLS wanna dance, give ‘em a chance, you’re not a monk!”
I pulled him to his feet, and dragged him over to Monique.
“Quinn, Monique - Monique, Quinn - let the dancing begin!”
By the end of the night Quinn was doing all right.
He has a quirky, awkward style, reconciled by a nice smile,
he’d danced with every girl, leaving them a little beguiled.
“Do it Quin, DO IT!” A girl, at one point, had laughed.
“Oh,” he’d said, gyrating in his herky-jerkily away, “It’s being DONE!”
Who could have known our stuffy, Harvard Quinn could be fun?!
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 9:02 PM UTC
We are taught to be goal oriented at an early age...
Learn to share and others will share with you
Eat your vegetables and you can have dessert
Finish your homework and you can play outside
Through adolescence and into adulthood, the conditioning occurs unabated...
Practice hard and you will make the team
Score well on tests and you will place into a good university
Keep your nose to the grindstone and success in career will follow
Is it any wonder many religions fit the same mold?
Do onto others as you would have them do onto you,
but, hey, the real payoff will come in the afterlife
Have you ever wondered what would change if the future
was not quite so clear,
perhaps a little fuzzy,
even uncertain?
What if you knew now,
that you would not be given your place above the clouds,
an eternity of bliss,
a value proposition that cannot be surpassed?
What if all there was is what is,
our time together,
our relationships,
our ability to do right on this earth simply
to enable others to grow,
to thrive,
and to be happy?
Would you...change your plans? Change your master scheme?
If and when a judgment day comes,
who will be the more pure of heart....
the one that is once again striving for the goal
or the one that is acting simply for the reason that
it is the right thing to do?
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 8:16 AM UTC
The begging God
Holds forth His greedy hands
Palms up
Lifeline unbroken
A vending machine
Without a coin slot
Asks for a dime
Expects a dollar
A greedy deity
Who dances with demons
Listens to gibberish
Suffers fools gladly
Insisting
"This is the Way, the Truth, the Life
This is the way it's done, it's all you must do
This the truth: P.T. Barnum was right
This is the life, unearned and unpaid for
A wise investor's goldmine
A field of dreams for sale, barren
Blood money for more seed
It's yours for the asking"
The begging God
Patron saint of confidence and extortion
Comforts the elderly
Patiently waiting
For
The Big Payoff
For
It's easy to convince them
To expect a windfall
Green Granny Smith apples
On sale
Ten for a dollar
Tiny serpent worms munch tunnels
In nine of them
The gambling deity
Lays odds on whether or not
Their shiny skins will ever be broken
By coffee stained teeth or pearl shiny dentures
He knows they will
For
They are hungry, starving, famished
He also knows they will throw away all ten
When they bite into one bad apple
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
Scarlett Summers:
The air was warm
When we set out for the ocean waves
I’d slipped the cyanide into his drink
While he was jogging;
Hard work, no payoff.
And as I gripped the steering wheel,
I thought about the things
That they would say
And do
About the coffee shop girl whose lover had died
And I thought about the flowers
And the people who would bring them
And how they would say “that poor girl”
“that poor, lonely girl
Whose lover has died.”
And I smiled because
I couldn’t wait;
But as I gripped
The steering wheel
The yellow dashes on the road
Began to form
A single line
And I looked over at him;
His eyes furiously blink-blink-blinking
As he opened his mouth
And looked back at me
He struggled to breathe
As I struggled to see the road
And then to breathe as well
And suddenly
The car was upside down
And filled with gasps for life
And I thought to myself:
"Is there pity in Hell?"
Max Winters:
When I returned to the condo
She was outside the door
With my energy drink
And a beach bag
And a beautiful smile
And I began to feel bad
For pouring the bleach in her morning coffee
But later
In the car
Her smile is gone;
Fingers choking the steering wheel
And I remind myself
That it had to be done
She had to be put out of her misery
And even though she was my world
She had to leave ours
But suddenly
My train of thought was derailed
As my breaths became gasps
And my chest became an inferno
I looked over at her
But she was blurry
And then we were upside down
Our lungs now broken promises
And our eyes white lies
Built up and gone wrong
And I thought to myself:
“I hope she’ll be happy in Heaven.”
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
I worry that the only reason I have to write is because no one will listen to me
I can't leak my thoughts to my psychologist or psychiatrist or parent because I know that my words aren't safe and that legality triumphs anything I say
I know that I'm like lava at its boiling point, about to erupt
I know that I'm self destructive and that things are only getting worse
I have so much to say, maybe if I told the entirety of the truth, I could be helped
But I fear the corrupt system too much
And I don't want to say anything to my parents because they have watched my prolonged mental distress and they have seen my breakdowns and hysterical fits and they've heard my screams
I've been medicated
SSRIs and Xanax and Ativan and Prozac and Klonopin and Lexapro
I've spent hours in a therapist's office, only to censor my life and hear a psychology major regurgitate everything I already know
I can't stand it anymore
I want to be high on **** forever and laugh at nothingness
I want to be drunk to the point where I forget that life is even a thing
I want to kiss his lips and touch him every moment of the day because I'd feel loved even if I wasn't
I hate what has happened
I hate what is happening
I hate that I've changed
I hate how hard I try because the payoff never seems to pay off
And that I try to keep changing but everything isn't enough and everything won't ever cut it
I don't know what to do
I need endorphins and serotonin and beta-blockers and benzos
I need to know that this isn't a never ending cycle
I need to know that what I'm feeling is temporary and that this isn't what my life will be like
I need to tell my therapist and my doctor and my psychiatrist that I don't know what to do anymore and that the thoughts that control me are no longer bearable because I know that I want to live
I know however, that if I say the wrong thing, my words will be reported to DCFS and I could be baker acted and I don't want that to happen
So all I have in the end are my thoughts, killing me inside every moment of everyday
Tearing me apart like my lungs can no longer expand
Like my heart can no longer pump
Because my mind controls everything, and everything is in flames
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
when i begin to free-wheel
and shudder with contempt
i take comfort in the thought
that we are mostly born to fail.
honey-slow days are steeped in loss,
marinated in missed opportunities
sweetly whistling tunes that pipe
"all is well because all will be, regardless."
my life might have no payoff
to the meandering silk i weave
and death could prove a hostel,
relief from what i was born to carry.
effort always looks to me
like a lack of priorities
while i jealously guard potential
and covet their delusions.
i'm a coward gently born
to soft beds and microchips
and indulgence of my worst self
when i am too afraid to move.
i am worried i am a narcissist
for wanting to keep breathing
soon picnics and parties become noble acts
proof of love through self-flagellation.
i've heard that poets see farther
but i don't even know metric units
so how can i tell anyone how far ahead
the beginning begins and the end ends?
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
Unhitched feel me now like a blast furnace Total ****** Remeber? the one who was pallbearer & genderless
Neo natal I'm at the rim pitch black coughing up laughter finding **** in the face of it
Cog in the computer
Backward bell curve
Left skewed
Average
Low
So low
Nobody in particular really
just mashing buttons hoping it's a payoff
Not god just a phantom limb living for the hell of it
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Paying into taxes yearly to get some small type of payoff around the first of the year. And those taxes going to what? Killing people? Stuff I didint even know about! Stuff the American people don't know about.
What a scam!
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Tell me why I can never win.
I fall to the depths and depths of sin.
Tell me how long I have to wait for the long term payoff,
I can be on top of the world until the world forces me to get off.
Believe in balance then look at me,
if you're beliefs aren't turned yet then you're probably not looking at me.
Cause sometimes I feel so heavy I tip myself off the edge,
And here I am not even college.
But that doesn't change how much I've seen,
all the tears, all the grass so green.
On the other side of the fence of life,
if they knew how much I've tried to go their I'd surely hide.
I know my reaction's pretty common but still taboo,
and still this all might relate to you.
Yes life is good but is that fair?
Cause all the hate has to go somewhere,
and when it's to be seen, yes, it's one to scare.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
When life took me through doldrums
And times of distress
I looked to the future
And dreamt of success
When I came close to crumbling
My dream carried me through
The days I faced failure
I dreamed instead I could fly
For years I had plans
I knew I wouldn’t be like the rest
Settling for practicality
I would be the one who made it
But society called me crazy
For daring to try
I decided to settle
I looked through a filter called reality
And with a dull knife
Dipped in regret
I clipped my own wings
And sometimes I remember
The dream I once had
I can feel it coming up
The song I once wanted to sing
So I choke it down
And pretend it’s not there
I painfully swallow the ambition’s I had
Then turn a blind eye to the pain in my heart
The voices of practical and new dreams
Console me each night
And they tell me the payoff is
That my dreams don’t get crushed,
But that’s only because
I’ve crushed them myself.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
You’re esoteric
And profound
Is it your melody
Or your sound,
That always has me
Coming around?
Rest assured
That I’m down
You’re so hard
To understand
See you perplex
The average man
I think you do it
Because you can
And I’ll forever
Be your fan
The payoff’s always
Worth the wait
I don’t know,
Can you relate?
How you keep me
In a state
Of anticipation
That you always satiate
I think about
The things we do
I enjoy
Making love to you
And I’m convinced
That you do too
While lying there
After we’re through
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Odin/Hashem
/
Thor/Triune Loki/Allah
/
Vikings /Valkries
Odin/Hashem (The Poem)
Loki the bad son
Thor the faithful gaurdian
for his dad
Assorted misfits
wait for the payoff.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
Pressed into the issue is my neck into the block
They said "you'd lose your head if you 'unhinged' it" so they'd mock
I'm set to wreck defenses of the bets deception in the case of my detected
degradation in the path of my elation
waiting for annihilation is my sense of violation
I define the vices as a time to track, stack, and counteract my existential missile crisis
Dress this deflected duress invented by these compressions
and pulsing bloodlines distressed, with toxic vision's direction
Repeating the motions but coming short with the payoff
I'm stacking foundations, but the proof seems a way off
I've said to myself I've ordered glory by priority
If it's lost in the mail, good ******* luck with conformity
Candle ends burning and hold my crest til it's fallen
Burn the witch at the stake, cut my head at the block
I'm holding out for the truth, and keeping this as my rock
Your pilgrimage building, and running off with complacence
I'll make a Mission of me, my temple and my new nascence.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
I have to let you go
Although it hurts me so
You moved on
You've been long gone
I just wanted to be the face that made your eyes light up
I just didn't want to lose my luck
Or you
Now what do I do?
You said goodbye
I'm holding a lie
Goodbye, goodbye
Those words come with a price that's high
I can't afford it
But I can't live just grippin the price tag
I have to pay, even if the payoff makes me lose my breath&gag;
I just need to hate you
So that's what I'll do
Then the words will just come out
The bill paid. No more "what about..."
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
Came across her she's a crossfire
my head came screaming to a halt
Raced over to the wall phone
So I could run and rush the start
started thumping like a kick drum
Began a breathin' rhythm rush
Oh lord please make me smart
How do I keep that gal around
Enough with the pretense
I'm finished with those roles
My frown turned into smiles
Oh casting director please give me this part
Went walking out the back door
Rifled through my backpack
Smoke racing though my lungs
I'm gonna have a cardiac
"Nurse, please get me a Nurse"
Be Still, My Heart
Please don't let her know
I'm nothing, she's a work of Art
Oh ****** Oh Me
Coach called up the best
Oh Golly Oh Gee
There's thunder down the train tracks
Wish we were wading down the stream
Instead this boy's a *******
Can't tell if he's drunk or in a dream
Did you hear her brilliance?
****** hell yes I did
Don't pull any punches boy
Don't pull that **** again
Lost all my paychecks
When I lost my mind and head
It seems like I lose myself
Even though I've found a payoff
That I'd like to never spend
She's a swing-dancing genius
She's a beauty to behold
She called me a smart man
Even though I feel like a five year old
Check bouncing boy *******
Checked his Ego at the door
Even though he found himself asleep
On the bathroom floor
Can't tell if I need a head shrink
Nah, It's something much worse
Someone put me to sleep
So I can carry off that nurse
My brain's drag racing
Across these lines over this page
Once again Boy *******
Has his head rattling in a cage
Be Still, My Heart
Don't let me ***** this up
Way before this even starts
Oh Me, oh My
I think I've hit the jackpot
But my mind's a Pecan Pie
Be Still, My Heart
Please don't tell her
that She's caused a burning heart
I'll wake up tomorrow
I'll call her first thing
Even though She'll be sleeping
I'll leave a message for the future
To the woman of my dreams
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
constructed mentally, Over time
by our subconscious an imitation
as a defense mechanism built a prison on our visions, with Limitations
in hopes failure can bring solace avoided is feeling voided
but so is opportunity,
So what good is impunity
if u have no ...immunity
To ******** preventing annuity
Internally u need unity
Cause self doubt can help hold u back when nothing else did so stupidly
U let the biased opinions
poison ur community
a hard lesson To learn when that lessons ur only gratuity
But how can u think Intuitively
When presented with all the theories
The factored potential risk, variables
And that's why I always fear me
Before my enemies or my obstacle
Cause if I'm not mentally stable
I won't be mentally able
And then eventually ill be hateful
Cuz essentially the playful
And light hearted always go
A little further, cuz his approach
And most self confidence shows
That even if he fails, he knows
Hell bounce back brilliantly
its not how many times u Fall,
but if u keep gettin up: Resiliency!
While at the same time learning humility and building these characteristics are prognosticators and measure predictions and see
When u wish on a star, that's me,
Go twinkle twinkle, &don;'t let them
****** ****** all over ur dreams and that includes you, who like them
Self sabotage when ur self doubt
Comes out psyching ourselves out
Only after discovering someone else
Who made u second guess what u felt
So go in front of a mirror and peer
What appears when u get naked
Your ***** Now that u know u still have em
Take a mental picture and save it
Use the **** to take life and **** it
break it, then erase it
Cause nothing can be written
About a destiny you didn't make yet
You act to manifest it
Don't eat their ******** reject it
If u already did dont digest it
Throw it up like a bulimic or anorexic
Supermodel.....how rude! Point is
Like H u need preparation fast
So u can get rich enough to payoff
Closeted Skeletons from the past
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
We in South Florida pride ourselves on getting hit by hurricanes. We take photos of how bad it is and post it on Instagram with appropriate doomsday event hashtagging.
Riding these things out is like riding a bike.
If you can shop for Black Friday and Christmas every year, you can shop for this. Take pride in your water divination skills and line-standing endurance feats. We are the state of Disneyworld ride lines that wrap around corners in swamp heat, and lines of red light bumper lights on i-95 Monday through Friday: this is another day in the office!
Putting up shutters is like putting up Christmas decorations: we get creative
Like today, we wedged pink and blue floatation noodles against the frames of the windows in arcs resembling a post-storm rainbow. My 2 year old daughter said it was beautiful.
One day of this is someone else's seven months of winter. Remember, people evacuate to here annually! So do not feel bad for fleeing north to them.
The news keeps saying stay calm as they embellish how dangerous this storm ride is going to be like some death stunt on a David Blaine TV special. He went underwater in "Drowned Alive": he didn't drown. He got buried underground: he rose from it. Per the broadcasted hype, the payoff is we won't die!
Here's some good news: you can leave what's out of reach and in the sky to the heavens, and what's in your mind to the steps you took on the ground below: all doors closed, stuff unplugged, things that resemble missiles stashed in closets, flashlights ready like lightsabers to battle this named foe from above. It will hit the worried and unworried just the same, revealing the gas station line cutters from the people who help you with shutters; the faith from the fear of those who choose to pray; the human heart and its varying sizes as it beats faster with the darkening of the sky.
At least we aren't trees: they cannot hide from this revealing event. See how they all remain serene up until the second the wind arrives, leaves rattled only then, roots of varying depths being that which holds them together
either they bend with grace or they break.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Compete for your attention,
why would I?
What's the payoff, as they say,
what's in it for me?
Did you learn that?
Did your culture leave you a little,
enough
to know
you got a price to pay for any rest,
true rest, trust me, in peace,
you can't earn that.
Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 4:30 PM UTC
there is nothing left for a person like me because i dont feed on the privileged or the stupid.
and i dont move mountains but the privileged pay for that and the stupid do for pay.
my payoff is always cynicism and poor habits and debt.
a gun would pay for itself 3-fold on day 1.
all im really missing is a gun.
but i need one to get one.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC