Best Bankrupted Poems
Corruption and Covid 19 both a virus raiding our planet,
Only socialism works as in Finland in Scandinavia,
Realistically corruption has bankrupted countries, quad tripled poverty
Ruined our God given bountiful earth, brought it to its knees
Utopia that is just a mere word no country has it,
Perhaps Iran and America will go to war and we get caught in the middle,
This corruption has become insane, Russians itching to do the same,
Integration of all colours creeds and nations essential, poor and wealthy alike
Only severe repercussions will result if we don’t take action now,
Nothing seems to erase this filthy greed which has become so obtrusive.
Entering Competition: Any Acrostic Poem
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Date 013/04/2021
Foregone is my freedom
My future and it's conclusion
My most detached relationship
To myself now subject
To scathing privately
In installments with you.
Now I confided
“He tends a garden”
How was I to express
Without existential anguish
This irrational leap of faith?
Subjugated or subsidized
It bankrupted my reason
So far-gone was my longing
I was invited to a task.
My lesson was to refute life.
Something I had
Already accomplished.
So I confided.
“He tends a flower”
Half-witless or absent minded
I felt no connection
To your thankless doctrines
And I waited patiently at the end
Of whatever road I had taken
For my choice attendant.
And I confided
“He tends to Petunia”
Reality slams you hard in the gut.
You move to the left when you should have gone to the right.
The red light suddenly appears and you can't stop.
You are up to your eyeballs in the red.
You are not only broke but you are also sleepless.
Life throws you a curveball on a daily basis.
The shocks cause your system to overload.
Too much data and damage and the processor breaks down.
Screaming in need of repair, you fall limp to the ground.
You write a want ad that reads help for beaten, busted, and bankrupted body and soul.
Seeking solace in the arms of a stranger seems like a sound solution.
As you wait by the phone, the only thing you sense is a novel nothingness.
Please stand by for this important announcement
Of news you’ll most assuredly not want to miss
A newsworthy, earth-shaking pronouncement
More startling than your first unexpected kiss.
Your favorite television program is interrupted
Just when you’re about to watch Final Jeopardy,
You’d think the U.S. government was bankrupted
By the sound of the announcer’s anxious perfidy.
Instead, there’s a tennis player who’s deported
From Australia, his name you never heard before
Seems his lack of a vaccine he too openly sported
Forever, hereafter, he’ll never again be obscure.
All you wanted to know was who won Jeopardy
You had waited all day long for today’s show,
For you faithfully watch your program daily
To see the champion trivia winner’s earnings grow.
written January 18, 2022
Her 'Verses on Schizophrenia' was written
while both of us were immersed in Gauguin's
yellow ocher smudging the eves in Tahiti
on a bankrupted canvas throbbing to suck pigments
each stroke ripping the foils of rustic mystery
unfolded fathoms of emotions undeciphered in her skies
eclipsing the tulips of reason,erosioned roots underneath
her gaze was thrust on an ivy stretching hands
towards quivering wind perplexed to hide somewhere
paraphrased each pulse in to the prose of dead tissues
Her 'Verse on Schizophrenia' lies on the table
A meteor crosses through the heart of a syllable
A nice veneer
Looking solid and good;
Termites devour within
Life hazards
Venture bleeding;
More vitamin M needed
Business failure
Shocking casualties;
Bankrupted parties
Spice can smell nice
But nice can tell lies;
Sometimes a vice
Impressive bungalow
Sporty car;
Heavy in debt woes
Sad but true
Vanity masquerades;
Not the real thing
Newspaper headlines
Scandal and heartbreak;
I feel sad for you
Regrets fester
Like gangrene;
Amputate the trash
Eye witness here
I watch you tumble;
Helpless to help
Impressive life
Career highlights unrivaled;
Why this bankruptcy?
Sad story
Paper described;
Can prayer alleviate?
In-between
Life and death;
Struggle for meaning
Worldly mindset
Get rich quick;
Scheming for more
Between ambition
And acquisition;
Avarice styles
To succeed well
Take failures well;
Survive persecution
Liquor and wine
Wine and dine;
Decadence flaunts
Simple vanity
Defines ambition;
Practical notions heap
And in the end
Just round the bend;
Broken trends sweep clean
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
With so many black and white
divisions, how many of us are willing to take a photo with someone of other?
The majority will raise their hands, but show
me a photograph with us cheek to cheek,
skin on top of skin, and that is when real healing will begin. Don't say you love me,
if you aren't willing to let the essence of who we are blend.
We are a bankrupted people. Financed by our prejudices. Sell me on the idea of how rich we could be, by you touching me. You can not know me, if aren't willing to hold me. Sometimes I wish we could have a black and white affair. Your skin and mine.
As I grow into the women I was created to be I stumbled upon the man that I felt was made
for me… I have to admit my flaws was the reason this union could never be but it could
never hide the love I felt for thee
Now that I’m stronger, wiser, and no longer spiritually bankrupted I still pray that one
day this man could muster the words that I long to hear…
Love he stated I knew nothing about….
Silly girl you should never love with expectations, limitations but with an open heart
full of acceptance…and unselfishness
As my heart sank deeper into this harden shell of rejection and despair I stand screaming
to the top of my lungs I DO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS…
But unfortunately he does not notice or hear me… when I pray at night that my soul will
win this fight SO I CAN finally get this walk of salvation right…
But precious KING of mine I do know what LOVE IS: unselfish loyal and benevolent concern
for the good of another
Never have I ever wished you any harm my precious KING or that you lack any of GODS FAVOR
LOVE WILL MAKE YOU DO THAT… PRAY FOR SOMEONE NO MATTER WHAT…
But as I always do my KING I will go back and start this sketch yet again maybe next time
I will get the color scheme right that when you look into my eyes you can see and know
that you are loved
LOVE WILL MAKE YOU ENDURE…. EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW YOU WILL NEVER……..
REMEMBER I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN……….
Some grow big bellies
in front of the tele
idle and fuming
small minds never see big pictures
Now I do confess
bombing women and children
is not Biden's best moment, a failed test
nor all democracies of the west
Anyone is better than
an orange criminal with no morality
he has bankrupted himself, a plenty
Id not give him the keys, the pantry raided empty
As far as the Union, I must confess
before Biden, my net worth was a palsy seventy eight million
now is one hundred twenty four million and counting
a dilemma for sure, at what cost, I must address
I'd give it all away, if we stopped the bombs, the duress
Angels, dare not enter;
for our city prides on greed and hate.
Fear takes betrayal without heed,
A means to an end.
Our Soul holds more importance,
rather than our indulgences "need".
In the heart of the beast,
reigns the seed of decency.
Bankrupted sorrow, and despair
becomes tomorrow's healing nature.
Heavens peace only comes from within,
not on a faithless belief.
A brief chance to believe that in time,
our spirit will strenghten,
rekindling humanity's faith in god;
and our love for him.
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty shines brightly,
blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about,
consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
felt dining the war within the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing,
surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
and love.
hoardings of shops on the isle of ridiculousness
the feral pigeons pontificate
the leaking roof of the civic theatre stays
you've seen better days
you've blundered into desperation
bankrupted twice
and now you're turning the middle
of town into millionaires row
ill afforded by the minions
even our local Market is shrinking
an ebb tide of the municipality
Westfield as vexing as a fox in chase
The Central library feels lobotomised
is it part privatised?
An Invitation of Thoughts
Angels, dare not enter;
for our city prides on greed and hate.
Fear takes betrayal without heed,
A means to an end.
Our Soul holds more importance,
rather than our indulgences "need".
In the heart of the beast,
reigns the seed of decency.
Bankrupted sorrow, and despair
becomes tomorrow's healing nature.
Heavens peace only comes from within,
not on a faithless belief.
A brief chance to believe that in time,
our spirit will strenghten,
rekindling humanity's faith in god;
and our love for him.
Jennifer Debra-Lynn Hedrick-Finch
Copyright ©2009 Jennifer Debra-Lynn Hedrick
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty,
shines so brightly.
Blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
Ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about;
Consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
Felt dining from the war within,
the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing to.
Surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
and love.
The foundation of the UNO collapsed,
The Nobel trust bankrupted,
In my dreams,
Where is Mandela?
Again in dark,the continent
Invite Edison,
Where is Mandela?
Mandela gone,
Wiping the tears all in mourn!