AUDITING
(I)nstilled
(Q)uestioning
Categories:
auditing, business, word play,
Form: Didactic
In the rich story of life—moments float and sway
An innocuous glow of thankfulness ignites the soul
A sturdy stance of gratitude entails a virtuous array
Spread all virtues—never tumble into a hole.
Profits from asset auditing—are cruel to amount.
Since there exist too many advantages to count.
Holding a diary of praise—is an honor to fount.
Appreciation and delight serve as a memorial
Gratitude enhances life—echt for math tutorial
Clears the soul of sorrow and pain, pictorial
Thanks soothe, boost the future, and shine the way
Life's epic theatrical soliloquy—until man is whole
Let us pick such noble ethics—ranks wall mount
And let your ilk heart— pertain to be manorial.
1st place contest winner
Categories:
auditing, analogy, appreciation, sympathy,
Form: Rhyme
"The Auditing of Far Away"
Back in those days,
before the real
war landed
they thought it
prudent to
intervene.
the lashing was
administered
in a comfortable chair
the cone of silence
waited in the other
with notepad and pen
the auditing began.
it fell on deaf ears
what spoke, was not inside.
what was inside
was far away ;
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
auditing, muse,
Form: Narrative
I
The first time: "magic," they say
Then taken for granted, almost alway
Music from above
Now unnoticed
Except that first time
II
So, craft every time as "the first time"
And often ... "The Last Time,"
As we live this human experiment of be-ing
LISTEN, O do listen. Rain music, too,
Without a tin roof, harder in auditing
Missing magnificence
III
Human instruments, as in tin roof drums ...
Listen how Wonderful Wind conducts
This orchestra, swaying the drops, patterns
On my African tin roof
I'm evangelist and violinist
So are you: Heaven and Human hear the rain
Because we invented a tin roof
Categories:
auditing, community, heart, longing,
Form: Prose Poetry
In politics everyone is a squatter
no one has permanent home there
exit door is daily begging for departure
yet once there inmates erase that destiny
Lunatics are there but for a moment
with ribbon on you may hate as you like
call others outside names you coin
but in politics everyone is a squatter
Fanatics are there but for a time
you may praise your icon as you can
graft anything imagined as achievement
but in politics everyone is a squatter
Heretics are there but for a moment
you may be hated and tortured
lunatics, fanatics may crucify you on stones
but in politics everyone is a squatter
My friends the lunatic, fanatic, heretic listen
while occupying space for a moment
do not accumulate social debts
exit squatter role with empty clean platter
In political cell every inmate is a squatter
before exit prepare your books for auditing
Categories:
auditing, political, satire,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
My father in law died with a pen in his hand.
His heart crossed that last line of time. He was at the dining room table paying bills. Isn't that something? Life ending in the middle of his most important sentence. His girls said he died doing what he loved, paying mama's bills. Life boils down to arithmetic. The simplicity of it: addition, the gathering of years; subtraction, the relinquishing of fears. Somewhere in the middle of solving our problems, we've got one moment to say it plainly. And maybe, it isn't in what we say or how we say it. Maybe it's in our actions. The pen just a mechanism. Others decide if we're paying bills or writing love lessons. We might not be given the opportunity to speak love at the right time, maybe it's an accumulation of sitting at the dining table paying bills year after year. The pen just a mechanism to show what the heart has already shown.
I miss you pops. I know you're up there auditing heaven's riches teaching me how to get the most out of each sentence.
Categories:
auditing, absence, eulogy, father, graduation,
Form: Prose
Grandmother and grandson,
their faces cast so profoundly
from one mold,
or is it the struggles shared
that have left the same
clefts and furrows
on both?
Sunday visit in Tim Horton's;
She, primly sipping Iced cap
He, hungrily scratching Lottery tickets.
Never looking at
the other's face,
each too busy
quietly, yet impatiently
auditing the allotted minutes.
Or is it their fear
of seeing the reflection of truth
that blocks their view?
This invisible division
sits between them,
like the sun
uncomfortably
blotting out the view
through a windshield.
He, scratches and does not win,
then leaves her to primly sip
as he methodically flees
to his ageing car.
She, sips without pleasure
discretely watching
through the glare,
his slouching retreat.
The ties that bind
can be truly blinding.
See you next Sunday dear?
Categories:
auditing, addiction, dark, family, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Internal Revenue Service At the Door
By Elton Camp
It is a fate too frightful even to mention
If you somehow should get his attention
Might as well comply if he demands loot
For his power is very close to absolute
At the rights of taxpayers he will just sneer
From him you have a very great deal to fear
He is ugly, vengeful and disgustingly mean
And just loves to threaten to slap on a lien
Even if it’s innocent your mistake has been
He will behave as if it is actually a major sin
The power that he wields over citizens’ lives
Other government agencies to envy drives
So here are the words that taxpayers most fear
“Your return’s selected for audit this year.”
The agent may quickly tell what it’s about
“That you cheated on taxes, there’s no doubt.”
“But even if I am unable to prove your crime,
For the past ten years, I’ll audit ‘em each time.”
“And if any trouble about me you should give,
I’ll audit your future returns as long as you live.”
If, because I wrote this, auditing does bring
Don’t waste time as you won’t find a thing
Categories:
auditing, funny, power,
Form: Rhyme
Carrying more than one face,
And modify, for everyone.
I get the wreckage in place,
And given all but none.
Auditing each movement I,
Make for the sake of the truth.
For I won’t harbor the lie,
And let you steel my own youth.
Selling souls to spite their will,
That’s what has been attempted.
My strengths will fulfill,
Aspiring the lifted.
Fake the saint, play the part,
Killing kindness cold hearted.
Thinking your shoty stories smart,
Digging my grave, already started?
Lingering longer deception,
Cause their eyes you have to hide.
Auditory perception,
Persuading all to your side.
Jekyll and Hyde can’t keep up,
With the mess you’ve created.
No trust, your actions are corrupt.
My hearts to heavy, weighted.
Don’t deny the things you try,
I know the truth, I’ve been there.
Cause all you do is think I,
And leave me in a don’t care.
Categories:
auditing, sad
Form: Free verse