"solvency" poems
on the other-side of a grave wall
there may rightly be a water-vessel
that is chicken-hearted by birth
there may not be around her
a stretching of water-body
do remember
when we all went that day to catch the train
the room of the rail-station was totally vanished
after enquiry it was revealed that
it had gone to observe holidays with its family
in the yolk of the eggs of the snipe
before opening the no-door to take a leap i also knew
that the top-branch of a green and large grasshopper
was mainly made up of white-stones
i did not also have
any mystic words
given by the moon
to recite silently
so without caring for the water
i made a all-complete ocean
with sands and cement
throughout the year
solvency gets down
from the body of the traffic signal
even-then
the monsoon this year
has been under the poverty-line
and the ray of hope is that
it is this circuitous route
leading to the top of the himalaya
that would one day
play the tune of differential calculus
on her guitar
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 6:58 AM UTC
I used to live in a country
That was based on liberty
And where just anybody
Could achieve prosperity
That with assured equality
And working diligently
One could expect definitely
To succeed economically
If you saved all the money
Left over from your salary
To save to bring your family
A step closer to solvency.
Not an impossible proposition,
It was based on the condition
Of a grand national institution
Which promised that stabilization
By taxing us and corporations
With an equitable correlation
Between folks of humble station
And the larger organizations
Working in happy syncopation.
A welcome feeling of elation
Would descend upon our nation
And keep us from stagnation
Or going into nationwide deflation,
Or just as scary, a huge inflation.
Now I look upon our history
And see decades of misery
Laid upon us by calumny
By those meant to fortify
And build up our security.
The constant forces of calamity
If we accept less than probity
From those who have no honesty
Choosing leaders based on beauty
A national cult of personality
Then permit political chicanery
By people with no dignity
Only a greedy criminality
That pretends to propriety
And a devout base of spirituality
When what we have is actually
A kangaroo court of dishonesty
Without a care for the citizenry.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
The highs and lows of living life
Occur in sweeping loops
The ups and downs of everything
Are determined by the groups
Of numbers as they glide
Across a digital display,
In rendering the parabolas
Of this game of life we play.
The winning runs of business
A sweet windfall of cash
Temptation to extend that deal
Beyond …is perhaps rash;
It may just tip the balance
Commence the start of the decline
And your parabolic plunge
Will see you quailing to divine.
How you claw your way to solvency
You sweat to make it right,
How you battle tax malignancy
To surmount official might.
The administrative penchants
Of administrative types
Who insist on crossing every “T”
And switching “OUT” the lights.
Having made it, you sit astride the top
And bask in shining light.
You cast off the cloak of caution,
Claim success as yours by right.
But by morning there’s a thunderstorm
A headache and a snag,
By lunch evicted on the street
With your belongings in a bag.
The ups and downs of life my friend
Are a parabolic coast
One day you’re sitting pretty
The next day you are toast.
The only consolation
Of this constant change of state
Is the reconstructive challenge
In re-determining your fate.
So gird yourself my beauty
Hitch your belt another notch
And launch yourself at living
Before you seek that midnight watch.
For tomorrow is a mystery
The possibilities are vast
And paradoxically speaking
The very best is usually last.
Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
20th July 2008
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 4:55 PM UTC
The movement of speech,
speaking swiftly with eloquence
alliterative, quixic, elloqution,
enunciation, pitch, tone, intensity,
sensivity, proper, and evident,
prosody, and brilliant speaker,
followed by a brilliant speech,
we all would love to listen to
a great idea. Or write down
the secrets to success, to pay
bills and not get hit on by voodoo.
I heard them lye, lie, and then lie.
Lye like ***** hands needing soap.
Lie like there are no stars ever in the sky.
Lie like in bed with a ghost,
and then a ******* mindful of racists
with a passing grade for the bar exam
treated the 3 above outstanding resources
to the trinity to tell us to work with an Oath.
The availability to be independant is a solvency
to a cross examination, and the property of freedom
is a handsome reward if you can pry open the
jar of Trinity. We wanted a badass to be the President
and I know, that we just might get what we ask for.
Remember to study your own favorite poets
a dedication to a life in the fast lane of the
most Amazing manner of all time.
We may just be the newest monastery in the world.
So when we all say something, like all 7 billion of us.
We GET it.
DO NOT F&%^$^$ TOUCH ME, EVER! Lol.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
in the last night of solvency we gather
the last of the moccasins are gone
all the indians here are punjabi
they are the nicest, finest people
in the poor dark night of new poverty
all talk of justice is gone
the school houses are useless imprisonments
no taliban are
here
just some drugged up people gettin
beatin by the police
come
the corporate billionaires are talkin
listen if you'd be considered loyal
to the new world's god
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 2:12 PM UTC
You forget your sentiment you sightless dependant being for no greatness was destined for us ****** sential beings but the soft pitter pat of that broken frostbittten rose sprung lose it was a soughtless cause that caused a civil war beneath the mask and above the throat suffocating the rose with its own thoughts a call for a critique on what it meant to be to have a legacy for truly such artistry couldn't have come from uncontrolled unstable state a warring mind was that of a sickness the root of an illness springing forth an adornment of a lion of god but the left alignment of her soul left the rose further in a frostbitten cold a desolate black rose struggling for a solace some simple solvency to a forsaken dream or reality though the lines are clearly unclear the blinding lights of an unstable state these **** warring state are quite alarming the things causing are only fit for us fickle beings the hell of a mind constantly cause atrocious crimes against itself this is our war.......a civil war that left a black rose ****** cold a frostbitten rose
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
The Narcissist
Attention is the oxygen that feeds this phobic mind
Abandonment is death to them, they'll not respond in kind
Ignore them at your peril, adore, or see their wrath
Their self is false and hollow, they’re only worth is death!
You’re adoration gives them life, dependent on approval
They’ll laugh at you but not themselves, their temperament is cruel
He’ll goad and taunt and torture you, he’ll take you to the brink
It’s me; I’m mad and paranoid, that’s what he’ll make you think.
But if you dare reject them, they try to rip you down
They cannot stand to be the **** or lose their bogus crown
Their ego is but all they are and you supply the rest
They look to you for solvency, will **** you’re dying breath!
Get Rid!
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
1.2 million tickets
each minute
@ 2 bones a pop
a nation in crisis
gambles for ½ a billion
while claiming that jihadist
extremists
are crazy –
I bought two
spent 4 greenbacks
for a shot
at financial solvency
the ability to help
my fellow man
family and friends
have the dream built
with oak and mahogany –
seekers freaking out
as the jackpot grows
no winners
no turkey dinners
just a mass
of humanity
desperate –
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
This lack of inspiration is exhausting
because I need to write to feel
and right now I am as emotionless as a lampshade
yet as emotional as a broken hearted hoodlum
this emotional paradox is draining the juice that keeps me running
it is content but it is confusing
the only solvency to this whirlwind of blankness
is unknown
enter into calculator
no solution
this lack of inspiration
a mirror can't even show me who or what or how
the music that enlivens me no longer strikes me as perfection
and it's strange because this darkness isn't dark
it's not light but it's fluctuating
fluctuating like an unsteady heartbeat
and jesus,
I hate religion
what is this feeling of nothing
emotion: blah
it's pathetic
where are the words that used to save me
where is the poem that made me proud of what I had to say
all there is right now
is ranting
and confusion
and **** this because
I can't seem to articulate whatever it is that
I need to say
so **** this
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
The always-patient man had no longer a capacity to accept, his fists thwacking the gates of hell. He needed in. The icy hinged barrier crushed his knuckles, and the splintering molecules of frozen corpses, which hedged this entrance, fell in fine dust. Their eyes, the only warm flesh within the dead gatekeepers, begged him to back away. It only let him know, he, this man that was once so ever patient, belonged inside. Not wishing to give up, he struck, and struck the cryptic divide screaming, “Devils take me!” You see, at the moment of his death, the gates of heaven opened up to him, and he being the ever most patient man, his soul rushed into the great light of empyrean. Yet when there, he could not see what he had expected, there was no wondrous feeling of euphoria. Nothing was there to give him that high, he had ignored himself so long, upon that dreaded earth, before his sobriety and solvency to God. That always-patient man had expectations of those feelings, which he felt criminal, and denied himself so long. Yet they were not there, in this heaven he imagined. This soul, that for so long had been a patient man, who had so piously paid his debts, had an epiphany. He was feeling gypped. So his soul swooped to hell. Not looking back he heard the gates of heaven slam. After this the man, patient no more begged Beelzebub, from chained and locked realm, “Satan, give me what I deserve! Stick your stake in me. Give me your pleasured poison!” Then God and Lucifer appeared to him and morphed into one being. The whirlwind of good and evil they became said, “Life is strife or happiness, you choose. There is nothing here for you.” Suddenly incarnated again, into newborn gasping first breath, his mind went blank, but with an evolved spirit inhaled.
© PJ Poesy
01.09.2014
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
There’s a lot of primal loss,
blood, tears and adversity
that went in to ensure
your sovereignty
They fought rivals with rifles,
‘cause Blood Tears And Uncertainty
meant War for your solvency*
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
This lack of inspiration is exhausting
because I need to write to feel
and right now I am as emotionless as a lampshade
yet as emotional as a broken hearted hoodlum
this emotional paradox is draining the juice that keeps me running
it is content but it is confusing
the only solvency to this whirlwind of blankness
is unknown
enter into calculator
no solution
this lack of inspiration
a mirror can't even show me who or what or how
the music that enlivens me no longer strikes me as perfection
and it's strange because this darkness isn't dark
it's not light but it's fluctuating
fluctuating like an unsteady heartbeat
and jesus,
I hate religion
what is this feeling of nothing
emotion: blah
it's pathetic
where are the words that used to save me
where is the poem that made me proud of what I had to say
all there is right now
is ranting
and confusion
and **** this because
I can't seem to articulate whatever it is that
I need to say
so **** this
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
finding myself struggling with twenty-seven years
the magic number until I can retire
seems a thousand lifetimes away
and how will I ever stay in one place that long…
for near forty years’ worth of days
I have floundered between part-time
and joblessness… some of it as a ******
some as a young adult trying to find my way…
pondering solvency, monetarily
I consider my real options:
theft leads to jail
hard work leads to hard work
401k’s and retirement planning
are often stolen by the greed of the 1%-ers
bailout for the monopoly kings…
where is my bailout for living in America for this long?
who has been diligently investing in my trust fund?
why is this what ‘making it’ looks like?
answerless questions lay piled on the floor
some hurriedly jotted on napkins
others tattooed on my forehead
none ripe or ready…
I know I can keep on keeping on
I hustled ****** for ten years
….but I want it to be easier
I desire to bathe in bling
and throw hundreds out the window
yelling about how much I don’t give a ****
….but for now, I will just get up to my alarm
wash my face and hands
and play slave to the machine one more day
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Outline, having a precise outline
Agenda that will be covered
The outcome in what is expected
A lesson plan that will help students understand
Theories and Concepts that will be in demand
The question of why with the outcome of philosophy in what will be established
Simplicity into simplest terms
Yet reality will be in the actual being complex
Example, the reason people read a book is to obtain knowledge
Intellect being the whole new level
Knowledge being the assembly
The foundation being the concept
Lessons being the pitfalls and overcoming barriers
Concepts in knowing how theories work
Logic
Putting all the components of analyzing
Solutions being solvency
Knowing what to look for when a problem does arise
But the lesson is “Don’t be surprised”
That is the reason that there is a lesson plan
The lesson plan must be complex in order to test students to use their analytical minds
It’s the criteria of curriculum
Succeed by knowing and efforts in doing
Knowledge being the upward direction
Yet a lesson plan must be on target
It’s the responsibility of any educator to have subject matter down pack
Every word, sentence and thought sharp as a tack
Nothing of the lesson should lack:
A. UNDERSTAND
B. GRASP THE CONCEPTS
C. ANALYTICAL
D. PROBABLY WITH DEFINED POSSIBILITIES
E. PRINCIPLES
Lesson plan worked out
I hope you have any understanding to what I was talking about
End of session, now use what you were taught, but make every given moment your Understanding with having a purpose, and success that will be your own confess.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
Crack.
There it goes again,
Breaking further and I see no end,
A false sense of solvency, a bandaid solution,
The ground beneath me dissolving, I'm falling in confusion,
Isn't there supposed to be a max to the pain you can feel?
I can no longer tell if this is a nightmare or truly real.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
At the ringing of the clock at precise midnight
Souls after souls from everywhere began to be lifted up
Flesh simply disappeared
But it was the midnight hour to preserver
There were no moans and no pain
It was only the soul that would remain
The moon was high and full
There seemed to some of pull
A new destiny being eternity
Death being the finale
The Unforsaken attempting to be together in an alley
It was quick and swift
A new Earth and emotions
Death has hit me and I am drifting to a place
My soul no man can ever replace
My life is a temporary erase
This is my day and it’s a spiritual getaway
I must move on in the call and can’t stay
Death onto me on this day, and into my own eternity where there is solvency.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
Lord, my praying hands raised to you
A troubled world that is leading to its own understanding
Precious Lord, the world needs guidance in how to respect, Judge Not and embrace one another
My prayers extend to Washington itself of our Nation’s Leaders of the same accord
Solvency is a given right
You are the glory that gives light
War in destruction needs to end
Peace and harmony of revival in begin
Yet prophesy is what for told in what was come
Image in the mirror, please make a change
Race wars of hatred not a world you wanted to be
Yet agenda’s is what the world wants to see
The world can’t do it alone
The world needs a foundation in solid strength
But it’s your footsteps in helping the world go the length
I need you to be with world every step of the way
My praise extends high
You have my honor because you are thy
My praying hands in a desperation cry
Lord, please help the world see light beyond the dark tunnel
This I pray Oh Lord in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen!
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
The news of late
Seems to amply relate
The quandary...
... so many wrestle with
In fixated perspicacious denial
Of just what happiness means
Serenity.... Viability ?
Financial security...solvency?
While what matters goes unsolved
Because we are ...so involved
In seeing only the success
They express....not the stress
They repress for us..
..the adoring public...
Caught up in our thinking
That we wish we were them.
Perfection in the reflection
Of the lucky ones who have it made.
So why do so many...
...take themselves out
When they could have stayed?
I do wonder...where we all would fall
Were we to seem to have it all
The life that they attain ..that persona
they maintain
That no one...it seems
can really see beyond
It too often doesn't dawn
Upon...me
To notice the human strain ...
....the common pain, that we see
so easily in each other.
I never saw it and I am so sorry...
And will miss you, Anthony Bourdain.
Farewell..Brother.
May you rest in peace .
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
My cookie crumbles
No heart or ice cream
Can cure
My emotions
Melting
Pooled around
Her thoughts
Shattered bits
Like rotten teeth
Falling out of me
Can't put them back in without
Blood and sinew
Ever straight again,
Gnawing dreams
Turned flailing hopes
That pray for solvency
In the midst of storms
That rain
On all parades
Gay or narrow
Straight to the core,
A nougat of fraught angst...
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC