Annuities Poems - Poems about Annuities

...It was something about my murder my abusive husband the arson murders victim nine homeless man FBI questions my fear reaching out to FBI agents something is very wrong I know my husband is going to k......Read the rest...

...I can’t fear you Ciro Gargano believe me I know the wrath that sent the Fbi to my door to warn me of your victims and how I could save my children by wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi I am happy cor......Read the rest...

...Stashing away is my resolution and extra thousand or two valuing each paycheck that I earn, saving for a time when work is through. Mutual funds, IRA’s, annuities options for saving everywhere......Read the rest...

......inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate The golden sheen had turned to rust, the laughter to a pile of rags, the joy to ghostly lamentations, how the weighted second drags. Blind and deaf ......Read the rest...

...I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a poetic practical pompous, pro (p) ransomedramatical postenses pretending to prose promise a predictive premise p......Read the rest...

...The golden sheen has turned to rust, from Gucci to a garment bag, the joy to ghostly lamentations, how the weighted seconds drag. Blind and deaf to consecration, weak the beatings of the heart, ......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Allen Tate The golden sheen has turned to rust, the laughter to a pile of rags, the joy to ghostly lamentations, how the weighted second drags. Blind and deaf to consecration, weak ......Read the rest...

...Treatise of love suborn Of feelings, desires shorn With parochial aspirations born On ritual wings bourne Romance brokered forlorn On christening morn, personal license torn Deeded by title; ......Read the rest...

...It's true I deeded my heart that rapturous date  Sacral vestments our carnal annuities did aggregate   Bartered my dreams; title did abrogate Twined our limbs; bonded our estate But fealt......Read the rest...

......inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate The golden sheen had turned to rust, the laughter to a pile of rags, the joy to ghostly lamentations, how the weighted second drags. Blind and deaf ......Read the rest...