Is God the love banker; he holds all of the love currency.
He watches it flow all around the world, he sees some with a lot and some with no love. He keeps records of all the up and downs of the love currency.
Some years it is very low, some years it is very high.
Is Love the true wealth of the world of God.
For God is love, and he made us with love, hoping that we would stay in his light and love.
He called us from his word of love, creating us in his image, giving us all we need to succeed while walking in this life.
Is Love the true currency in this life, the more we have the wealthier we are, the more we shine with love, the more we grow toward God.
Love is like wealth, it is truth, it is forgiveness, it is all the positive things in life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Banker was known as a righteous man
First at the bank and last to go home
Many trusted his lucrative plans
Emptied the vault and left to parts unknown
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Man in church spoke of marital tie
Respected by all the brotherhood
Asked his wife to stand by her true guy
The preacher passed out when three women stood
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Judge on bench for twenty years plus nine
Dude in court who was an old comrade
There for shooting man in head three times
Judge threw it out on grounds of suicide
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Honored preacher in big megachurch
All said he walked upon holy ground
But news got out after deep research
Was caught swindling the church’s funds and left town
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
A banker decides to give it a shot
After quitting his job on the spot
He brought a nice farm
That sound an alarm
When animals start to swarm
Trying to woo him with charm
Skipping 'cross the village square
Smiling like the noonday sun
Maidens gather everywhere
Errands finished, workday done
Dresses billow in the breeze
Laughing eyes, flirtatious smiles
Skirts uplifted past their knees
Practicing their female wiles
Woke up with a grunt and moan
Glad was I the sun still shone
Got back on the cursed phone
Banker's business: contracts, loans
Timepiece now won't move at all
Maidens gone ~ my tears, they fall
~ Iambic Heptameter ~
by Wayne Wysocki
There once was a banker from Kent
Whose life was fanatically bent
On saving each quid
Like no other did
And moaning with each pound he spent
On our lawn I stand
Admiring three Islands
Perennials returned
Your harsh words they've outgrown
How would your garden grow?
Again you scoffed at
Sheer joy I earn with carve and trim
Life to lawn once dying
wins.
I know that feel inside
As you rock with breeze
Rocking chairs have held you
Have heard, "We don't need those."
There you go again
Denying flowers before I die
Your pie waits in the sky?
Keep banking sans expiration date.
*
Limerick : Once a Banker from starving Wall Street
Once a Banker from starving Wall Street
Craved for a mountain of juicy meat
So he hired King Kong
To play U. N. Ding-Dong
Now the World avidly kiss his feet.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2013
they do it make loan
and so on so on
its there thing
some happen they bring
they or deep thinker
theyer call
BANKER
*This is my very first poem*
The “Evil” Banker
They chose to participate in the game of monopoly…
They now chant “Ohh, poor me, why must this be?”…
The same ones now insist…
“Government…set me free.”
They wished to play with the “evil” bankers…
They now blame their misery on Citi, Chase and other banks…
The same ones now cry…
“Those demons left me eating Ramen and franks.”
They made the very foolish decision…
To purchase Pacific Avenue, Marvin Gardens, or Park Place
When they should have thought practically, realizing
Connecticut or Baltic Avenue would have filled the space
They hurried to cash out their very own fortress …
They now call the banker “punk”
But never thought twice while buying
60” HDTVs, 1000 gig ipods and other useless junk
So, to those who chose to battle with the banker, remember…
No one forced you to sign away your glorified trailer
Take responsibility for yourselves and
Stop crying about it three years later
Take the chance
Invest in me
I'll pay interest
Compounded hourly
Give me your love
Please don't hold back
You'll get more in return
And that's a fact.
Want great rates?
A percent of fifty!
Listen to this
If you want to be thrifty
Give me two kisses
I'll give back three
And I'll throw in a hug
Complimentary
The decision is yours
I'll give all I've got
Just for you
And 'cause I love you A LOT!
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