"rebate" poems
Whereto, Friend, apart this Direction goes
That Greedy Me besuch perpetuate
Must learn this: The Lock and Shackle bestrow
Reconcile that Key for True Joy rebate
And tell, how does your Prime Perception dock
To settle added Keys in Copper, chain
Took you a Lark; Which the Robin does mock
Outside your Cage those Tripe Clowns entertain
That Craft - your Splash - always Sacred devote
Once again calls for Adventure Beyond
Take a Year's Rest; Then to Spangles denote
Would sprinkle Silver Sands for mood abscond.
It was your Decision to sign by Pen
Absorb those Posted Stars Heaven does spend.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
However this Stag Tradition breathes thus far
Which works in all cases of Merriment
That Ring is no Joke; And Youth points a Star
To where your Heart will land in Sentiment
He only Encourages, Dreams and Promotes
As no Singer sang such Octave before
Mark him Stranger; Not a Contest he connotes
To challenge what had been Promised once more
Such tell, that Woolen Strings are Postulate,
A Theory already penned into Law
That Fixed Hearts are veined in Mutual Rebate
And Cupid signs both your names into Straw.
Go to Her. She has sung Poems better Written
This Bard resigns; Knowing he was Beaten.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
They nickel and dime me
So money can't find me
While debt keeps climbing
With inconvenient timing
A note reading foreclosure
Spells my doom
As a realtor's brochure
Sells my room
Poverty looms
Over my head
As everything is taken
Even the bread
And what I use to bake it
They come with a gun
Demanding that I run
They tell me I can't stay here
Police presence engenders fear
So this place I once held dear
Will no longer be near
And the bank
Maintains rank
Over the poor
Locking the door
So I hit the floor
Hatred in my core
I adopt an attitude
Of eat or be eaten
This simple platitude
Will get me beaten
Money isn't that hard to make
If that's all you're trying to do
Yet they take all they can take
Like they've got something to prove
They don't mind
Separating bees from the hive
Power is control money buys
So the rich are seen as wise
Even if they're destroying the world
Forcing families from their homes
And now the rocks they hurl
Are delivered by drones
From lethality to loans
We're stripped to the bone
And feel all alone
On a planet of exploitation
It's tough to live the full duration
When we're stuck at a bus station
Called placation
Where the wealthy do what they want
Because they have money to flaunt
Giving them status and power
To build their ivory tower
By evicting delinquents
And bombing huts
A dog-like sequence
We're treated like mutts
The cumulus accumulate
Usurping heaven's gate
Creating a second rate
Decrepit estate
For us to deflate
Into a state
Of hate
And wait
For a mate
To feel great
So our slate
Has low weight
But once it gets late
We ask for a rebate
We run for the frivolous
But that fun is insidious
And it's slowly killing us
From emptiness filling us
We withdraw into shells
Of similar mundane hells
Until the bank comes knocking
Then into the streets we're flocking
While they're progress blocking
And pistol cocking
We kneel and worship them
Begging for mercy
They're the problem's stem
Yet we wear their jersey
Which is absolute insanity
But money controls humanity
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
And at him She
can't get up *****
***** She won't get
Down roundest town
She got snow seek ritz.
Not in ease et al.
Sipped at air
Owe win.
Thin call parties
Heard ur now
Sewn unwell been
In fight head.
Know shuns Felt
Ired real lies ten
Spied her
Sell fear yeah till
All ill own.
Thoughts big inner red
sighed dread kin days
pull its fair ingots
true an ask whoop
A Fool.
Errand freight sands
rebate witch whit
Wit sending she sings
A mall of us
Sudden leaps
wings to retch doubt
stun dare each tout
Ooh dues we
fund her joy
none drive all seas
Her Hollers treat tang
Urge greed sold eighths
Whim bling out
Loud Uncle Ear....
All good thin geese
must
calm.
tune
in.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
And at them
She can't get up.
***** *****
She won't get down.
Around this town
She gots no secrets
Not inease
Of her own.
Thin call parties hurt now
sewn nun invited
no shuns deal lichen
Hair and herself
Being all lone.
Head side treading
threads She splits
fine item eyed
crates to diskew
Full freight Fair
rebate sans wits
In dings she sings
Small of a sudden
Leaped wings to retch
doubt stunned her
Reach doubt to
fund her joy
none derive all
ease she Collars
treat all green eights
Whimbling out loud
Uncle Ere...
All gut the Inks
mussed come
to an in she thinks
Or else
tries Umph in gals.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
Through the Glittering Seas brought your Survive
Which both your Good Ends managed to Perform
From my Views placed Honours to your Guide
And Pray that such will Sustain your Reform
Having much by Models and Sects thereof
With Voices astound then doomed to Interpret
Of all your Best Efforts labelled by Thought
Thrown to the Bin then Destroy your Effect
Such the Life of Stars. Which their Moons un-sate
Evenly known my Thickest Shields weather
Though your Entourage betray such Rebate,
Cancel Late Programs then find Another.
So Still Friendships be; By Modest acclaim,
The Simpler the Form; The Greater the Fame.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Girls are sold
Fantasy real estate
With no debate
Or rebate
No second date
Just unreturned calls
Quiet halls
With one pair of feet
Fleeting sweet
Then alone again
Not even friends
Just over
Just like that
Never had time to hang his hat
Should have trusted the cat
But listen ladies
These guys without class
Are nothing more than a class
On what not to accept
Not worth the tears you wept
Learn this lesson well
Never settle
For anything less
Than exactly what you deserve
And you are the only one
Who gets to write that appraisal
If he really wants you
His courting will be more than occasional
Make him sweat a little
Cause if you are worth it
He will
The right guy will wait
For a love he feels is real
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 4:04 PM UTC
I'm damaged goods.
the mail-in rebate you'll never quite get around to sending.
rather you neatly sit it atop your chestnut coffee table, politely acknowledge it's existence, and try to remember to buy postage stamps for an envelope you believe you will mail.
you won't.
you will ignore it.
just as you have ignored me.
legs crossed, sitting atop the coffee table we never bothered to buy, scraped knees and insecurities that you have tried your best to deny.
the mail in rebate will one day expire.
I pray that I will not.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Whilst your Limb empowered by Time to Heal
That which your Friend noted her Plans devote:
From Annam the Gaul's Ancient War reveal
To Isles by Men for Common Tongue connote
As Best her Experience with Flights relate,
Soothe her Pleasures as yours induced on Ice
Shall your Joints move; Then take to Sky's Rebate
To free Screaming Cages from your Respite
Now this - another Phase for Life's extoll
Which thus should Widen your Circumference
To infuse Cultures your Open Arms install
Then increase your Learning and Difference.
Pray tell, your Inner Friends their Best Tales share
Spread such Values for your Tolerance care.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
I hear that old jungle playing
lost in a series of drum loops
we bun zoots, let out fears and exchange glances
dancing away those fears, through our shuffles and prances.
Everything tackled in a hard-headed manner
do it this way not, that way
and if not I'm not bothered
"I'd rather be robbing, or out in woods *******
say the ones who are bored.
Truth is we're all bored, stuck in the rat race.
No time to get space, no time to breath
Desperate for a reprieve, a rebate or a chance to go out and become a state.
This great wide world it'll hurt you
make you insignificant
If you allow it too.
I won't allow it too
so i shout louder, take more powder
and power through.
This way or that way we all end up in the same place
that earthy bed, just dust in space.
No noise now, like living in a vacuum
depth or meaning seems irrelevant in the face of this absurdity.
"Oh really, its just me?"
Relax, relax, re-lax, its all OK
no its not OK, its rotten and it'll be the same tomorrow and the next day.
Guess that it, all I've got to say.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Neon lights; they're taking away my rights,
advertising so bright, only capitalism in sight.
Slaving away, to make ends meet each day,
creditors barely at bay, with the same thing they always say:
"You're indebted to us,
we manipulated your trust,
and now we own you; head, feet and bust,
but it's your life and wallet that we lust."
Constant bills, money has lost all of it's thrills,
no heat; you freeze and chill, then starving; being poor kills.
Yet still it seems so, they think you have the money to blow,
on the pointless things for show,
or on knowledge you will never know.
So tell me when will it stop?
When will the prices drop?
The well's dry and farms lack the crop,
the economy is doomed to flop.
From the advertisers, the supersizers,
the colonizers, the demonetizers.
Going to pray, that I survive another day,
to light a candle to show the way, but for the light I have to pay.
Now it seems to me, that Heaven is meant for the wealthy,
and our lives; a shopping spree, in this Hell we get for free.
So tell me how long will it be,
until Jesus' sandals are Nike,
and his **** cloth is Gucci,
and they trademark the word "Holy."
So tell me how long will it be,
until Jesus' sandals are Nike,
and his **** cloth is Gucci,
and praying will cost a service fee.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
a schoolgirl found me in
High Park with my hands
clutched to my chest
on a red
sheet, under a dead cherry blossom
the dress I was wearing was
the one you gave me to celebrate
our underwhelming tax rebate
and the fact that I was eating again
the examiner said I looked
apathetic,
like dying was the next item on my to-do list
I could have sworn I had only taken
2
(22)
pink
ones to match the blossoms
the *** sleeping on the bench was my new best friend
and the barista at Starbucks asked for my name
and I realized
I hadn’t been asked that in months;
my name
my blood type
my ETA
what colour was the mole on my stomach?
and when did I first learn to
ride a bike?
the last time I smiled was
June 17, 2013.
In the paper they put a picture of it
and wrote “Woman Found”
they should’ve put a close-up
of my hollow eyes.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Inner voices
outer choices
Complete chaos
Stuck in a riot
Inner thoughts
Outer taunts
Complete recant
Stuck in a rebate
TORSIONAL TOTTIONG
TRITE MY HEART!
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
predicting failure guarantees one the limpest success.
it ensures the consolation prize: "well hey, at least i was right!"
well,
hey.
at least i was right.
today i collected my meager winnings.
my suspicions were confirmed -
i was dead-on about the one conjecture i hoped i wasn't dead-on about.
as the rest of me fumed and ached and moaned,
my brain gloated about its tiny victory.
crowed, "i told you so."
as if rubbing it in could dull the blow.
it could not.
my flimsy rebate sure didn't make the wound smart any less.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Darling Masseuse, skim his Hard Earth be Soft
By your next Session his Element revive
His own make Worth; Thrice-Sterlings spent a-loft
And soothe his Shaking Mind with your Devise
Many would Envy; So thank your Warden
A once and only Event made, perhaps
Press your Therapy; Enrich his Garden,
Your Best Performance whilst under the Wraps:
(M....M....M....M....M....M...M...M...M...M....)
(.................................................................!)
(N....N....N....N....N....N....N....N....N....N....)
(................................................................!!)
At last, refreshed! His Male rejuvenate
Then left his Fine Tip; A Lip for rebate.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
My future was sewn in the womb
I spent the former chasing my tomb
Wondering and wishing to be a groom
Here I am now, but was it too soon
To think back to that afternoon
Where I stumbled and found truth
Whilst still in my youth
Intoxicated thinking it'll soothe
The pain I made myself loathe;
No, I've aged and I've grown
I should know, that I should own
These mistakes that I've crowned,
And the hatred that I've vowed
To these thoughts of an entire crowd
So here I am, back where I clowned
My own love and heartbreak
To one stupid little mistake
Which led to my rebate
So here I am, still stupid and young
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
To keep your Kind, then lock Species a-way
Merely since they Write on Coloured Paper
Then shift most Notes for some Music display
Only to read Blank Pages un-bother
How Sad then, this Plym's Dark Philosophy
Which due Concealed un-willing to Espouse
For this Letter's Event break such Foundry
And Seven Year's Culture wasted in-House
Prevent to occur such Low-Headed Deed
If encourage these Locked Minds educate
Other Gifts abroad; Sans Intent proceed
And Embrace as part of your Growing Rebate.
Such is Tolerance. With both Hands laid bare
With no Daggers cut; In case you lose Care.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
Poetry is everything to me
It's my water that I need to drink
From the Fountain of Emotions
It's the crutch I need when my heart sinks
Without it the world would be less cultured
All I need is you and enough paper to last me through the next leap year
My mind may be busy working on fictional worlds and making them come to life
But you make my world go round and round
You're my Bonny to Bonny and Clyde
Partners in Crime
Except your name is much more beautiful than Bonny
And I couldn't stand a single day separated from you
Unless we still have some way to communicate
That would be my mail in rebate
Where hearing your voice and seeing your messages sinks into my time
Meaning there was never wasted time in that sense
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
We are all born,
With just a limited amount.
We never know how much,
We have to give out.
We pray for it to hurry,
When we're young and still learning.
Then we pray for it to slow,
When we're older and now yearning.
We know that it's so very precious,
Because we sell it to the highest bidder.
But what about its true value?
That's what we rarely consider.
This gift we've been given,
It was meant to be shared.
For we cannot make more,
And what's left can't be spared.
It is a currency,
We all spend at the same rate.
But it is also purchased,
Unrefundable, with no discount or rebate.
But what really is most important,
Is to whom we give it for free.
That, my friend, is priceless,
So thank you for spending it with me.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
Chant, Endearing Country of Thrice-Crosses bloom
On how my Spoiled Parts left these Twin Bards late
All for Gruning Passions permit my Gloom
Admit to reach that Heart be my Un-State
If I had Listened to those Songs you Sung
On how Wide and Featured your Blessed Land was
Would I widen my Tunes; As my Frogs have Wrung
Wring Saner Decibels my Swallows cast
And now, this Lone. Cry my Muses a-bate
To lay their Hands bare for another chance
Will I too strip my Voice for Honour's Rebate
And press my Devotions for Success advance.
Now this Cream - a Balm's heal for Song's delight
Play the River-End; For Great Cheers incite.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
My beloved considers me a worthless being
Unless I offers her a precious diamond ring
She looks down upon like an ordinary thing
What she desires from where to take to bring
I lost my health in service of family and State
For which no one wants to give me the rebate
How can I complain to any one else but fate
Only friend left is my God so merciful ,great
Ups and downs are part of life to test to grow
My love is a sweet deep stream in which I flow
Time either will save me or will make me blow
My pure heart will make me shine and to glow
I decided to opt for patience and perseverance
To accept will of God will give me the brilliance
He will overcome all the hurdles and hindrances
I do hope and believe this is a phase in transience
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
As the iron bars that wrap the night
creep in they hold me tight
a prisoner
and for what delight pray tell
should I spend these tiring hours in hell?
The windows laugh at me as they see me looking through and out into the gloom
and all I smell is doom
my bedroom is small and the evening is as tall as any giant
with foreboding
I stay quiet and wait.
Late.
It is late and there is no rebate to come from the warmth and joy that was the Sun
and it is cold
this terror I feel is not the least
for this night's no friend to man or beast
it is the cheat that plays the cards
the feral cat that like a baby howls in the back yards and alleyways,
and fat
the night is fat with jowls that sag
and drags its feet
across this man's back who failed to meet the sandman with his bag of sleep.
I weep
slowly
how slow the second hand takes to sweep around the dial
and slower still
the night creeps up and down my spine.
Even so
the night will go
I bear this thought in mind.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Initiate....
Bit the bait
Big rebate
******* skate
Running late
Potential mate
Blind date
Recessive trait
Ill fate
Hell's gate
Trepidate
I hate
Restate
Subjugate
Annihilate
Remediate
**********
Heart rate
Hydrate
Terminate
Clean slate....
Initiate
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
Regenerate, the ways in which you might abbreviate.
Always made up here's the rebate.
Did you understand the preference.
It's my main look toward my own direction.
Generation's of boards fall when the plains river and fail.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC