Accounting Poems - Poems about Accounting

...Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent... therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why? Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, and mortally wounde......Read More

... Because there is a God in heaven who demands an accounting. Because there are demons on earth who never sleep. Because the wind whispers words into my head whether I want it to or not. Because my l......Read More

...to mr aaron m ehrhart hi aaron, i am delighted you still read my largely worthless scribblings (hey there is truly no accounting for taste) but i am mystified as to why your hungry hippo mumzy thi......Read More

...Morty settled back to do the audit of the day The numbers began to blur, and he slept away His wife tiptoed around him, without any say. She knew math did not make him joyful or gay. He got his......Read More

...Politicians ready to bet Will play with the national debt They think they control How the dice will roll But may cause a gambler’s regret Authors note: Last time this happened, the Federal G......Read More

...Natural hairs capture soul; holds to grow affection whole, promotes cultural value- what its heritage ensue. Girl and mother are within, each tale of the new bumpkin, on their own to tell chi......Read More

...I could not do what you are mandated to do every day on society's justice bench, weighing retributive justice against restorative healing. I cannot look with any comfort at police and correc......Read More

...There’s no accounting for taste I suppose that’s why children eat paste. Smell is involved in it too; Perhaps they grow up and sniff glue? I won’t rush to judgment in haste, Because pasta sure s......Read More

...Future time traveler looks back one century ago The following poem tweaked courtesy original author who crafted literary endeavor some couple years ago. Now circa August 20th, 2122, or 193......Read More

...Ominous rumblings sounding like muted kettledrums Herald the imminent arrival of the next summer thunderstorm. Low, dark clouds grumble peevishly on the distant horizon, Split intermittently by fl......Read More

... *Image of The Collection Plate by TPW. The Epiphany of Three Men of the Cloth My submission is of an objective accounting that had scintillated at my workplace yond ......Read More

...could not sleep at night thrilled to wake and play around in and out of rooms as though gems hidden and found nights merriment resurrected smiles laughs howls screams shouts and yells star......Read More

...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 ver......Read More

...Char comes into my office with an angry face and stomping. I know she is mad, for my throw pillow she is whomping. I get her settle down, and we share a laugh or two. If Mrs. McLead is around the ......Read More

...Sloth has the officer serving us Quick to offer a pet reply Because he finds the job tedious: "Your need we are unable to supply." Sloth has a pet answer for failure: Oh, I am sorry, I forgot......Read More