Accounting Poems - Poems about Accounting

Afterlife Accounting

Work for your world, 
But don't forget your afterlife, 
No one knows today if we are together, 
For tomorrow is not certain
Let's pray for every moment
After we're tired all day with our work
Life is not worth for keeping
Our life is a borrowed life
Someone above us is the rightful owner
When the time of accounting comes
We are

Life Is Accounting In The End

Life is already very tiring
What to do if you don't even
Have a spiritual sustenance
To a lover, life is inspirational
To a painter, the world is a canvas
To a farmer, the field is a worlplace
To a businessman, everything is a profit
To a writer, everything comes from an idea
To a poet, everything is delight of beauty
To a sickly,

Accounting for Fame

   Yahya Sinwar, what's in his name
     The sin and war that account for his 'fame'

   Any decent man these traits would shame ~
     Yahya makes them his life's sole aim

Totality

weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who

Every Accounting For Taste

It is official,
Those who count voted,
Boysenberry Ripple Ice cream,
Made by tip top of NZ,
Is the best ice cream in NZ, 
And possibly on the planet.

It also happens to be my favourite,
By a country Mile,
And I can't wait to tell my family, 
Who think that I should be embracing salted caramel,
Really.

Accounting

trying to 
sleep counting 
the proverbial fence
leaping endless rainbow

of sheep 
passing time
tiredly trying to 
induce slumber but

notice
as each
ovine leaps
the next has less

wool then
the one before
so forgetting about
REM now i need see

for sure
how nakedly
shorn if there is
a last one will be

Accounting For Taste

Who can account for what we term taste
   and shouldn't it be just an opinion? 
Though then it might be just a tad debased
   ~ not free to take off, like a feathery pinion
 
You like dinner hot; your spouse likes it cold 
   When it comes to domiciles,

When Tax Season Comes

When Tax Season Comes


When tax season comes, I relax...
not worried cause I have my facts
along with a friend
that helps to the end...
my financial aide, Turbo Tax!

So simple, it says what to do...
just type numbers in, click review.
No big fees to pay
high-priced C P A...
sends it to the  I  R  S  too!


Sandra

No Accounting For Taste and Manners

Taste is a mystery 
Forged by your upbringing and history
What I like 
You may hate 
You are a Taurus 
I am a Scorpio 
You take lunch
I eat breakfast
You enjoy soap's 
I love sport
You believe 
I don't 
You are happiest preaching
While I prefer to listen
You are never wrong
Whereas I readily admit when I am
I carry the

The Accounting

The hills hold echoes of children at play,
their lingering laughter cupped by the leaves;
sometimes on still evenings I hear their chime,
a whisper of pipes caressing  the trees.

In cool shaded dales thick carpets of moss
remember child footsteps of dreams
left by bare feet light as the mists
that float softly above the clear mountain streams.

What if, while

Accounting

A is for apple 
B is for baby
C is for cute


My first ABC poem
Please leave a message 
I'm only 14

Peaceful Accounting

Y/our relationship with ecology and economics
incarnates polypathically,
multisystemically therapeutic,
like positive human relationships
and richly fertile sacred dreams
between DNA's biological unfolding and Vitamin D's 
absorbing ways.

Our actively cooperating economic design,
political intent,
power assumptions,
love,
light of truth,
beauty,
multisystemic refueling therapy
for ego and ecohealing community,

Appositionally driven 
shriveled by exhausting lose-lose practices
feeding shriven anger,
silos of fear and suffering,
haunted by monopolistic 
monochromatic 
mindless monocultural nightmares
of

No Accounting For Taste

No accounting for 
taste
What you dislike
and called a waste
is what I like

You call 
cheese,honey
I called it bitter pill
You prefer a monkey
while chimp makes 
me chill

You like worshipping 
sun
I love worshipping 
God
It really fun
you called mine odd

I lived in tradition
You lived in 
modernity
But in addition
I lived in christianity

You urged me to 
study biology
I urged you to

Accounting

On lotus leaf
a frog sits meditating-
the parenthood.

Fetal coaxing,
was on trial. Will you
come to witness ?

A premature
death of a dream. Who 
was responsible ?

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