Shekel poems on Hello Poetry

Joshua Dedricks Mar 2018

Gradually,
Nature’s torrents breaks
unity’s deadlock.
There is the answer to those
Who wonder why star-crossed lovers
Could be put asunder.

Or does the Sailor
hold the raft,
Sail the ship
While also tending to the cabin guests?
So are the spirits of Selfish souls
On merry waters.

You,
Who lack the depth
Of understanding,
May plunder into this sea
Of my wise sayings --
Of the walls of the loft
Are many palms, the sweaty hands,
A frail man, a building fest
With display of sand.

The Western Cent,
And the Middle-Eastern Shekel,
Could still be spent by
A pilgrim in Israel.
But if a man hadn’t helped another
It would not have been so.

But the cradle shared of
The Cent to the Shekel,
And of star-crossed lovers,
Or the unselfish souls
Who didn’t become ocean surfers?
Is love -
One of many wonders.

My Worst Poem Yet

#team #work

Elizabeth Squires Sep 2013

Blood Donors

Why don't more Aussies go and give blood
It's all very easy there's never a flood
Of life giving fluid always it's short
And as all will know life can't be bought

In other parts of the world to-day
There are some folk who bleed for their pay
It's got to be much better our way
So let's keep it free forever to stay

A pint's all you give for some poor ill soul
The feeling you get is like kicking a goal
They'll test you too for all manner of sin
And that too is free each way it's a win

When all is done you'll lie around for a while
With biscuits and tea fruit juice and a smile
A stick you'll get to whack on your car
A white bandage too to show what you are

A donor of blood it's said you are special
To give of yourself and not take a shekel
Pleased be with yourself and all will admire
The giver of blood let no life expire

Kelly McManus Jul 2019

Shekel Shackles

You're chained to money
but you still claim to be free
that's funny to me

Kelly McManus

SøułSurvivør Jul 2016

GO WITH GOD

OVI ODIETE'S 'GO WITH' SERIES

READ THE PARABLE
OF THE PRODIGAL SON
Luke 15:11-32

A great landowner had two sons
The Elder was quite "good"
The younger was a wayward type
Did not do as he should

He was bold as brass and worse
He caused his father strife
He wanted his inheritance
To lead a sinful life

His father granted him his wish
And so off he went
To the brothels and the ***** Dens
As was his sensual bent

After he had wasted his last dime
(Or Shekel in those days)
He lived in a pig pen
Due to his Wayward ways

He knew his father's laborers
Did not suffer lack
He wanted to join them then
He wanted to go back

So he returned over the hill
And was yet far away
His father ran to his young son
Fell on his neck that day!

Put a mantle on his shoulders
And a ring upon his hand
"Let us Feast on fatted calf!"
This was his command

The Elder son returned from field
And saw the merry feast
He would not go in to it
Was not happy in the least!

"Why do you greet that silly fool!"
Angrily he spoke
"you give him the fatted calf!
I don't even rate a goat!"

"Your brother was a lost one
He knew not the way
You have been trustworthy
Each and every day.

Why are you now so angry?
How is it you don't see?
Your brother was a slave to sin

and now he's finally free!

The father was so like our Father
Finding mercy. Is it odd?
He wants us to come on home

Come home and

GO WITH GOD!**

SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/29/2016

Why do you suppose the older brother was so angry? Jealousy? Assuredly. But it was more than that. I believe the older brother with also greedy. His father had given his brother part of his own inheritance. The fatted calf. The mantle. The ring. The older brother felt those were all his possessions. How is the older brother like the Pharisees and Sadducees of Jesus's day? They were "good" everyday. But they hated the the tax collectors and the prostitutes because they were sinners. Aside from his disciples, those were the people that Jesus spent the most time with.

Thank you, Ovi, for allowing me to be part of your "GO WITH" Series!

-

#love #sin #truth #life #god #death #lost #jesus #irony #christ

Willy Shakysphere Oct 2019

Q

Are not thou supremely good and wise,
Imparting these prodigious gifts - not in vain,
What wonders are reserved inside the breadcrumbs reign?
Amidst the breadcrumbs - the arguments have shown
Such truth’s only given to guide us all home.
Your visions’ mildness I shall not condemn,
Taking up my pen to force your diadem.
'Tis true, Q grants the people what most they crave,
Even more perhaps - than mortals ought to save -
For lavish grants suppose the monarchs were all tamed
With more than goodness than my wit can proclaim.
But when should good people strive their bonds to break?
If not when evil tyrants are negligent or weak?
Let Q give on till he can give no more,
‘Lest we find ourselves homeless and poor -
And to every shekel which Q can retrieve,
Shall it cost a limb, a choice - or a prerogative?
To supply new plots, shall be not my core,
Nor to plunge us deep in some expensive war,
Which, our treasures were never meant to supply,
We must, with our remaining kinship, refuse to buy.
Oh faithful friends forget our jealousies and fears
Call on each other to solve the issues, don’t rejoice in tears.
Whom amongst us, when our aid is torn,
Shall be left naked and left to public scorn?
Are we not the next successor, whom we fear and hate -
If we allow these obnoxious leaders of state
To turn all virtue into nigh and overthrow
And denounce all righteousness both good and foe?
Q’s right, they fight for sums of personal gold,
The collateral is all of us to be pawned and sold -
Like sheep to the slaughter, Where We Go One We Go All.
They corrupt their titles into law,
If not, we the people have the right to reign supreme.
We did not make them the kings, these kings are made by them -
An empire has no power unless that empire has trust -
And without trust, it can no longer be just.
Take them all down for the general good redesigned,
In their own wrong any nation cannot be defined.
In altering that, we the people can be relieved,
Better the evil ones suffer, than all nations grieve.
We all know their evilness their sins they chose,
God was their king, and God they durst depose.
Call now on your own piety, your spiritual, filial name,
It is our right, to be fearless and let us build our own futures’ flame.

WWG1WGA

#wwg1wga #q

John Edward Smallshaw Aug 2014

Levant and me

Complicit in the things we do to
further God knows what,
and what the hell has God to do with
what's going on?
what's going on is what we are complicit in
killing
killing
shekel or shilling,you take it,make war and
you don't know what for but you do it,we do it,
we don't but we do
and that's what comes through,
most people do not have a clue
or couldn't care less.

There's a butterfly in the red sky and
it's bleeding
so we feed it with lies and make it despise those
who don't fit the bill,
and the bill for this war must be laid at the door
of those who are
responsible and responsibility is no joke,
those who crack mirrors and make smoke
to cover their tracks,fail.
I see the trail through the sky as does
the bleeding butterfly
and the missile hits,
fits another bill
will
it ever
end.

Elizabeth Squires Jun 2014

Blood Donors

why don't more Aussies
go and give blood
its all very easy
there's never a flood

of life giving fluid
always it's short
and as all will know
life can't be bought

in other parts
of the world to-day
their are some folk
who bleed for their pay

it's got to be
much better our way
so let's keep it free
forever to stay

a pint is all you'll give
for some poor ill soul
the feeling you get
is like kicking a goal

they'll test you
for all manner of sin
and that too is free
each way it's a win

when all is done
you'll lie around for a while
with bickies and tea
fruit juice and a smile

a stick you'll get
to whack on your car
a white bandage too
to show what you are

a donor of blood
is said to be special
to give of yourself
and not take a shekel

pleased be with yourself
and all will admire
the giver of blood
let no life expire

The 14/06/2014 is the International Day Of Blood Donors.

KorbydAngyle Oct 2020

As We Access

As We Access
With that which emulated taxation wanted for matrimonials
Under gaseous shadows lord Belial
   magistrates the Coriolis effectuals
I'll have a ienth an a yottle ay!
Pat the innocence versatility grips domino falls wind of whips as tryst-
broken stacks the trim- of rings broiled of cream-
swoops attacks dens of moots
Shekel fancy went its way
blaming you and so twilight elections
morose or of hosiery ...

Is it more than a situation that one can lose?

Stepping, oh no you don't! Dismissing, oh now that's defunct!
Party goers immaculate, yet nor where they were  mentors...
just fictions belittling
what down here this sit clown and the proud town
saw as shadows of the country we might ourselves
            court to lawfully adhere
The bottom of your left foot rates
what the right fragmenting a habitat freezes
  a la mups(muppets)
Chalk sidewalks ***** streets ranting godless talks skirty keeps
Whose working you now folks? The self you do and don't have or
images of the nice work and programs on the down
sliding bumptious daring promises with angels
legislating more hey you *** kiss whether solutions
dabble yee gregarious
... Therefore payments are there and people shut doors
   the work of glowing pretentious cavalier bookworms
or strident gualish waitresses looms or killers of the vainglories
accounts of the under cued...    each are do soon
I fear, however, not to be put upon... the return and go cycle of repeat
before the laws of nature
when life begins
then thus prevails
more than fears
or a faire of grace or...
  whatever with the likes of  tail between legs divisive evils prevail
  with runes of glyphs of the dance strength...
  and trial that accesses it as well

Ryan O'Leary Jan 15

Long Nosed Liars

The West and European Union

which includes Grate Britain have

no right in the future to condemn

****** and ****’s if they condone

Netanyahu & Israeli defence force,

as they have been doing 3 months

and 23,000 dead Palestinians later.

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Ought Nought To D,ooo,ooo

When Isaac was a wee

lad, his mother told him

that when he grew up

he would become a tie

salesman if he was ever

caught telling the truth.

So, from an early age he

practiced making beau

knots on cravats just in

case by accident he ever

did mistakenly gave an

honest account about

anything he had seen or

heard.

One day when he

was at the wailing wall he

saw someone write graffiti.

It said, “ If you tell a lie your

nose will grow longer but

your ***** will not shorter “

On his way home he passed

a shop where a man was selling

dough noughts. Isaac enquired as

to what one could use them for.

The man said that all you had

to do was think of a number and

add the dough noughts to it. You

can become rich over night but

the noughts on their own can

be used for other things as well.

Isaac bought 6 noughts from the

man, they were a Shekel each.

His mother was very proud of

him when he told her that he

had thought of a fantastic story

that needed embellishing.

This is why nobody has ever met

a tie salesman called Issac but

everyone has met Isaac’s with

long noses but there is no account

having met them with short penises

So, the moral of the story is,

Isaac lied to his mother who had

already lied to him and the person

who wrote the graffiti had a long

nose but not a short phallus because

that person was Isaacs mother.

— The End —