Best Bank Poems
by rivers memory bank - flowing current eddies of you
had I woken with that headache
then I would have stayed in bed
but because I felt much better
I got up for work instead.
had I got there any later
then it would have been my loss
as I would have missed arriving
at the same time as my boss.
had my boss not turned to ask me
if I'd help him out that day
I'd have missed out serving people
at a bank two miles away.
had I sat behind that counter
any later than I showed
I'd have never counted takings
from the sports hall down the road.
had that customer not mentioned
playing football on that night
my leg would not have broken
taking one year to put right.
because I went to hospital
(on that day that changed my life)
I met a nurse while on the ward
- and she became my wife!
I can tell by your face
the clouds intimidate, when weeping,
one look into your soul
tells one how you are keeping.
Oppressive droops the raindrops
wrenched from the saddest sky,
tormented the grey mist swirls
yet my affection, oh so slow to die!
I still see the summer breeze dance
within your tolerant chaste,
till autumn’s manipulation long past,
and quaking trees stand bare.
Throughout my life I recall
blue skies, sunrise ablaze,
one day to recollect again
in this place, where we both were raised!
© Harry J Horsman 2023
Save your money for a rainy day
Where I grew up, that was the way
As I aged, my days filled with sunshine
My piggy bank, no longer my shrine
There's been bedlam down at the food bank store
Rushing and shoving through the opened door
I've even seen fighting there on the floor.
What's happening to people, can’t they share?
When it appears there's hunger everywhere
All we need is some love, kindness and care.
* * *
Again I'm going to the food bank store
For my little girl Daisy Loo, who's four
Always hungry and it hurts to the core.
Life has not been cushy since her dad strayed
I wouldn't have him back if on knees he prayed
By him and my best friend I was betrayed.
She is welcome to him he's nought but trash
Having a love affair behind my back
Without care for me or our little lass.
Though it's tough to manage without one's man
I work every day to earn all I can
I clean houses while Daisy Loo’s with nan.
Can't believe her dad just up sticks and went
Not much is left after paying the rent
To feed my daughter when all has been spent.
As for the hubby, he's past history
Food bank store manager's coming to tea
He's fond of Daisy Loo and fond of me.
Tonight chefs special will be beans on toast
And I’m going to be the perfect host
Believe me I almost gave up the ghost.
Food bank store team and all donators too
Thank you most kindly and God bless all you
Much love from me and my girl Daisy Loo.
* * *
4th August 2021
Panic at the Food Bank Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
As moonlight sleeps
On the bank of a stream
Ever so peacefully
In the dead of twilight
Undisturbed
I gently tap my foot
In the still water,
Creating
Ripples that brings it
Happily to life, dancing
With reckless abandon
Rhythmically
Just for me
Date written: 09/23/2018
On the bank of my heart's Eden,
Reunited, but parted, were life and I,
By an unseen veil.
And now I stand,
Watching,
The unearthly land,
Whose beautiful weather,
I cannot feel but sense,
Is something more than spring,
And held away by an arcane fence,
There stand the angelic flowers blossoming,
Whose sweet scents,
And colours really soothing,
I know are there,
There presence I can swear,
But I am barred to perceive,
More than as if in a monochromatic dream.
I see the colours,
And the lights,
But not enough bold are my sights,
To carry them across the door to my soul,
As they do not know,
Where the door is hidden,
Maybe in the very Eden.
Maybe below the long, green grass,
Made of emeralds' slivers,
Fore whose assuaging greenness my eyes crave.
Or maybe under those godly rivers,
Flowing into the oceans of light,
Maybe in the core of air, in flight,
The heavenly air,
To breath in which, I long,
And to fill it with a freedom song,
To light candles of peace in its each layer.
The saintly air,
In which I dream to disperse,
Like prophetic words,
That can echo the divine call,
To open the doors to my soul.
I look at my Eden through the invisible wall,
Knowing, somehow, that one day,
The wall will be melted away,
By my tears,
Swept away,
By the breeze of my prayers.
I stand praying to be reunited,
With my breaths, my soul, my flight,
Gazing at the wonderful but distant sight,
With my heart heavy,
Corners of my eyes wet,
I pray that I may get,
And reach soon, what is mine,
Feeling to have heard,
A whisper from the divine,
That to reach it, I have been destined.
Whither,
O willow,
weeping so free-
shading the stream unto
the
sea.
Hither,
O willow,
whisper to me-
the comings and goings
you see.
Form:Cinqku sequence
Trouble, trouble in the mown rye!
Sneaky snakes slither round and by,
silently squeezing through rubble
in the mown rye, trouble, trouble!
Sneaky snakes eat rats in the field,
mice and bugs that damage the yield.
Common problems farmers must beat.
Rats in the field, sneaky snakes eat.
Friendship extends to snakes today.
Sneaky snakes are welcome to stay.
Sneaky snakes are the farmers' friends.
To snakes today, friendship extends.
Give thanks, give thanks to sneaky snakes!
The farmers' friends that up the stakes
keeping deeds away from the banks!
To sneaky snakes give thanks, give thanks!
lyRical safe
i don't think sO
why the bus there is
as danGers as the sitting in my own homE
i am a Coward
i do shake with fear
for i am sure of my death
i am a citizens of the United States
a Land that Is loved by me
but give me No rights
gives me no protection under The law
how else cOuld someone rob my safe despot box
in broad day light
i the coward dare Not speak up
i the coward was shaking in my boots
when i saw the man in the red turban
standing there in the bank
as i came from the should be safety deposit box
the box that was fill with my lyrics
the lyrics the famous keep stealing
the lyrics that where under lock and key?
i do hate the coward in me
what do you think (Wikileaks)
vintage coin bank
dispensing
cash for tootsie rolls
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on February 28, 2021
Reunions can happen
and leave you speechless.
I’m standing at a bank
of elevators in a hospital
going to visit my wife
when a wheelchair rolls up
carrying my internist
from years ago.
An excellent doctor
who retired to teach,
according to rumors.
Now he’s pushed by a woman
I assume is his wife.
She looks sad
and he looks worse.
He asks how I’m doing
and I say not bad.
I ask how he’s doing
and he says he’s dying.
And adds that he hopes
I never have to.
He says he never realized
despite his patients
dying could be so hard.
Donal Mahoney
traffic jam grape jam
strawberry pastries meat bread
walk by faith be fed
My piggy bank gets fed,
At least once a week.
I do what my Momma said.
I push the coins in the top of his head.
Momma said, " You should feed your piggy every day!
So, you won't have to work and can play!"
I think she doesn't see,
What candy means to me!
No fat piggy for me.
Just a few coins to put away.
So, when I get old,
I can play all day!
What use
are memories?
hidden
away
unprinted
filed
So easily
recalled
uninvited...
vivid as yesterday
to create
a place,a face
a tear
of regret
a memory
of joy
of comfort
Fleeting
remembrances
that never
fade
stay pristine
pure
from days
of yore