Best Bribing Poems
In their dreams…
Yes, please
Whisper indoctrinated dialect
Upon my harrowing song
Yes, please
Remove that scented, plastic tulip
Place it upon my oblivious palm
As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins dance
Bribing hearts
With petal currencies
Psst, hey
I woke up only feeling like a thousand bucks.
A foreign knock-off made of recycled, rubber bolts
And ambiguity
Please
Tell me I’m priceless with borrowed, high-interest breaths
Liquidate my potent complacency
To become that symbol of an elitist humanity
Yes!
Stroke that clouded, diamond tip
With your sensual thumb
Love stamps of approval
After 6 months of quickie penetration
And co-signatures on dilapidated apartment leases
PLEASE, YES!
Take me to our creator!
Tell Him I am free!!!
I will stand here in virtual observance!
Wait, where are you going?
Come back to me!
COME BACK TO ME!
My wheelchair’s batteries are fading!
How will I stand?!
NO!
…
Sadly, they never validated their reality…
©Drake J. Eszes
Mangy-Monkey;
Gum thief.
Raggle-taggle,
Tail-waggle;
Bone-breath.
Gaggling geese,
Webbed feet;
Penny-anney,
Corn-candy.
Snakes-alive,
About five;
Or six,
Playing tricks.
Babbling brook,
Nearby nooks
And crannies;
Harboring teeth.
Fighting bribing,
Monkey-see,
Monkey-do.
Fickle-furred,
Out-turned
Waddle-feet,
Bearing bird.
Roaring-money,
Never tamed;
Hungry for
Avian-brain.
Itchy-scratchy,
Eggy-hatchey;
Teeny-tiny,
Shells cracking.
Tourists gawking,
Feathered-squawking;
Metallic-clanging,
Cage doors.
All this,
Attended quick;
When hungry
Bellies roar.
Singing and drinking, with little or no thinking,
Cheating and mocking, with little or no care,
Exciting and deciding, with little or no storming,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Bribing and buying the voters, who cares who wins?
Corrupting and misleading, the hearts of the choosers,
The job of the candidates, who cares where they loot the cash?
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Gifting and giving, freely from the “heart,”
Who even cares, whether it’s from the heart?
Decorative and luring speeches, paint the media skies,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
And when the voting is done, the season is gone,
The frenzy is gone, we get back to pointing fingers,
To each other’s choices, again for the next five years,
And the cycle goes on, when shall we learn?
The Choice is Ours
And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer, the candidates with the muffler
Which one of these candidates will we have to suffer
If you voted for friendship go jump in the sea
If you voted for abstract plans you're dumber than they
If you voted for empty promises then that should be fine
Because sooner or later the they will resign
Democracy demands we give them a chance
But this time I think we should join in the dance
Coz whoever they are, the students at the helm
The Gambia College still belongs to us, not only to them
We gave them their seats, the nineteenth you know
We voted them to power between me and you
But whether they prove to be wise candidates or fools
This college is ours so let's play by the rules
Let's not break the law, can we please stand in line
Let's not pull those strings to avoid paying IEC fine
Let's finally get that a red light means stop
Let's not stoop to bribing the poor students cop
Let's be part of the reason our Gambia College is great
Let's be good students before it's too late
Let's serve our great College without hesitation
Let's all work together to build a strong unification
Enough of the trolling, the barbs and the fights
Now let's stick together, stand up for our rights
They might have the seats, the nineteenth we still know
But the College belongs to me and to you
And we're a thousand students, a thousand and plus
At the end of the day, the choice is ours
Until then, make no mistakes
We had been bribing good,
as long as we could
Fooling everyone,
under the sun
Rich and poor alike we treated,
didn't care who we cheated
We were robbing under the hood,
cause the money was so good
Norms we dared flout,
when we had the clout
Alas, now we are caught,
what to say we know not
For no amount of spin,
can cover our sin
Please don't wish us dead,
just because we gave back some lead
Who we are, you may have guessed by now
for those not in the know
Folksdragon.
Dust Auto.
The King
There is a King Who is not of this world
One Who is all knowing and all seeing and of Whom we as humans will have to do,
Who before Him we will stand and give an account of all
we have done in this life, I pray, I’ll be ready how about you?
One, Whose judgment is fair and just,
No, there will be no bribing before His seat,
for He knows the beginning to the end and knows where or not you’re guilty
and will render a swift sentence as you stand at His feet.
One not need to stand before God’s White Throne of Judgment
for Jesus paid this price for one and for all,
it is up to men individually to accept Jesus’ work for their life since
He’s removed the partition between God and man as it was a fixed great wall.
No, He is not just waiting to strike you when you’ve done something wrong
as many have foolishly said,
so Great a King So Great our God, He would only have to stop thinking about you
and we would immediately we would be dead.
He is so far above and not below
the One Who put a bow in the sky as a covenant between Him and man,
and has held back His wrath as time lingered on
to save as many of us as He can.
You ask me, “What do you think about this Great King of Kings”?
Well, I would have to say, my words at the least cannot describe,
the true and lasting beauty, the Glory of One I’ve not seen yet then
for now, I’ll write only in part till face to face I meet Him on High.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
THE NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS
This year I will Not!
I won’t shed tears no more
Over spilt, spoilt and splattered milk
Trying to win you back
All those years wasted
On a painful, mind numbing love
This year I will Not!
Pray foul prayers for you
Begging, bribing and beseeching
Hoping you will drop dead
In the arms of them ladies
That steal you away from me.
This year I will Not!
Stay awake many hours
Recanting, regretting and regressing
Why, oh! Why me!
Trying to retrace my steps
A hopeless life, a wasted soul
This year I will Not!
Try to hide all these scars
Scratching, slapping even slicing
Recreating my torn skin
Behind the facade of make-up
Make overs and make believe.
This year I will Not!
‘Cause you my dear are no more
Your death, deceasement and departure
Is my sudden re-awakening
Here in the silence of my cell
Fifteen years for manslaughter.
I remember a good day not so long ago
When I had in fact escaped the show
Adrift with magical mushrooms in tow
I set out for the woods where life is slow
A two hour hike four miles as fly the crow
Sat down where tall grass and daises grow
Trees spoke in a language few will ever know
A mosquito landed and asked me friend or foe
The joke was on him; he’ll peek in a minute or so
I looked where the tall grass and the daises grow
And saw a curious looking bird who said to go
“Your kinds not welcome here on Butter Cup Row”
I'm not like all the other humans anymore you know
“You’ll need to prove it and don’t try bribing me with doe”
So atop the daisy next to him my inner-child began to show
Montage Meltdown
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Crowds, laughter, passer, loner
Lost in a shade, abandoned in howler
The cage of intensity
Bribing all the tendencies
Talk to the wind blows
The dimension of silent shows
Glimmers are everywhere
But the existence stands to nowhere
Today is like the other day
Sleep upon a time and disclosed by the other way
Dream leads you to the dreams
Drugging you to the other schemes
If only it's not a dim
Like the empty frames hanging on a tree
The space depicted to be free
Taking the brush and painting the world
Heeding the verses and ready to twirl
They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.
But almost from the very start
problems arose unforeseen,
hitting home so very hard
in the inner cities.
With welfare checks coming in
there was no need for a man,
didn’t matter if you worked or not,
you’d still have cash in hand.
And the more kids you had alone,
the more money they’d send you,
incentivizing single parenthood,
a horrible thing to do.
Thus the families fell apart,
and for children it sucked,
starting from a broken home
leaves the youth out of luck.
Seventy percent of urban children,
born out of wedlock,
the foundations of society
this situation rocked.
The teenage boys had it the worse,
unchecked masculinity,
with no fathers to reign it in,
leads to criminality
And, of course, these violent gangs
prey on business and shops,
so most just up and moved away,
taking with them the jobs.
Even if you want to work hard
and fight for your escape,
there’s few places left to punch a clock
and earn your daily pay.
All of this the consequence
of an old desire to help,
point out the vicious cycle
and the P.C. crowd all yelps.
They have to see the futility,
yes, I think that they know,
but their only way into office
lies in bribing for votes.
Get a person hooked on hand-outs,
gives you leverage and sway,
“Vote for me on election night,
or the money goes away…”
Well all know this is detestable,
that free men don’t do this,
but long ago some decided it
was a ‘small’ price for office.
The endless cycle now created
is one of grinding pain,
they made cities vote plantations,
and gave people longer chains.
But the future does not have to
be miserable, bereft,
to end this man-made travesty,
turn your backs on the left.
if it's not the hypnosis that get's you
it's the things they do while under
a suggestion of an act the audience doesn't realise
would you go crazy for three days to save the world
and on display is why
men giving birth to pretend babies
people playing instruments that aren't even there
getting drunk on water
being murdered with fake plastic knives
The things some adults do you call adult hypnosis
is seriously enough to prove my case
fighting fire with fire
the stage is set
the actors hired
to take their power back from something
The hypnotist gives a suggestion
down on your knees to pray
the hypnotist gives another suggestion
another one on his knees with a soulbound prayer
the hypnotist hypnotised by his own act
of the excuse of surrender your power
accept this bribe
and reasons why you should go crazy
to save your world from the proof on display
the proof on display a suggestion you can't help but take seriously
there it is right in front of you
witnessing the devil bribing you for you to have an automatic success
when you don't have your own answers
when you are ready to succumb to another man's power
to change who you are
the world was given an alphabet
the letters made into words
your mind your friend and protector
i don't have all the answers for you
no one does, except for the only person you can truly trust
you
relapse into drugs
out comes the pen and paper
to figure myself out
the steps i need to take to take my power back
from a chemical shackling me in addiction's chains
doing this my way with some support
i can free myself from the psychological excuse
of being worthless weak and powerless
to make the same mistake
I know me better than anyone
and you know yourself just as well
the truth will set you free
go to town with honesty
and write yourself out of the psychological sleep of the world's hypnotist
Blondie was the next door girl,
with a sexy body that made men go wild,
and like them, I fell in love without guilt inside;
I had fun...not worrying about Hell.
Blondie was looking for her sugar daddy,
saying that wasn't wrong accepting money,
gifts, clothes, expensive cars and jewelry!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, with no ethics:
why did you do that to yourself?
Was all that a replacement for your dad?
You certainly had the looks of models,
and that didn't mean hope was dead!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you sneered and laughed!
There's was a retired veteran down the block,
you volunteered to do errands and clean his house,
and he was a wealthy one, perhaps the one you sought;
and making up lies you got him to give you a fortune...
your baby didn't need any kind of surgery, but John
fell for your trick and gave you fifty thousand dollars,
he had many ships, now he's totally broken and out of luck!
Blondie, pretty, Blondie, who's going to be
your next sugar daddy?...No, it certainly won't be me!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, get some sleep and reflect on your grave mistake...
look for a normal guy who can take care of you, stop being that spoiled brat!
Two detectives from the local precinct rang her bell today,
and with a warrant in their hands they took her away;
Blondie tried to resist arrest, and they handcuffed her against her will...
she always thought of bribing authorities with enough water in her well!
Wasn't she wrong...to even think of that unrealistic monstrosity?
There in a cell, she can't to bend the iron bars without audacity!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you had freedom and a loving family,
your mom worked hard and raised your with morals...Blondie, pretty Blondie;
and with hostility, you turned against her and became an escort, joining the night ladies:
snorting cocaine and picking up guys by the hundred...weren't you scared of catching Aids?
Copyright (C) 20210 by Andrew Crisci
CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER WITH GOD
Was all alone having worked, worked the whole day
every one was with their families, but yours was working
i tried bribing and cajoling friends to accompany me for dinner
every one had their own plans, i rushed to town took some chicken
ready cooked went back home and invited my hevenly father for dinner
another set of spoon and fork, twas all i needed and a set table and dinner
was served me and my heavenly daddy, having christmas eve dinner
holding heart to soul communication with my daddy eating
eating christmas dinner with my heavenly guest
a king of kings was my guest
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Google the world till you find me,
Draw closer; grip my heart and never let go,
Numerous moons have passed; countless suns have shone,
Yet my dream is curtailed,
I have unturned the blue; unzipped the stars looking for you,
Dug graves to uncover you; Uprooted trees to find clues,
Separated warm and cold air; to find the one I bleed; the one I breathe; the one I grief, the one I belief; the one I love,
I have befriended libraries to find your name; my love,
Given tokens to know the prophesy of your coming; my love,
A search that’s never ending until I find you; my future love,
I have roamed all over hell; to save your soul; my love,
Moved every corner of the earth; for the amender of my breath,
Tried bribing the archangel in heaven,
To certify to my heart that you are save and well; my love,
Just run a marathon in Daegu; for you who clutched my heart,
I can ran without shoes; but never without my strength,
Love I’ll die for you; as tomorrow means nothing without you,
Where are you at? Come swiftly seize my pressurized heart?
I know you can sense the soreness in my indoors,
Come cement my missing bits as you alone know how; my love,
Come devour me with glee; a beam that can never be expunged,
You know I need you; and that very true; my life; my love,
How can ‘I’ the Ferrari win a race without its tyres (you)?
I preserved every cell for you; ignored all love for you,
Don’t let me sting no more; I gave up everything for you,
When I confided in this love of ours; many pasted me a coward,
But my thoughts of you assisted me keep my sanity and purity,
My fluency with love rules made me patient,
Enough to wait for you the trance bloke of my centre; my love,
A love of tomorrow I preserve today and forever,
Soon my heart will dance and shout your name ‘ohh my love’
I treasure you my love; my tomorrow; my dream; my desire; my all; the one I have been waiting for all my life,
I sit here desperately jotting this jingle to you my love,
On tenterhooks it reaches you and remits you to me presently; my love.
RAIN FALLING
Jealous, i am against a nature
for it spends more time with my lover.
when it comes, it touches all parts of my lover
that i am yet to touch.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
It start with a wind, its twin,
which gripes through my lover's cloth
hugging million of times, feeling her breast
feeling her hair, kissing her lips.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
When falling, it sends its voice as thunder
talking to my lover
deceiving her to lose my voice within her hearing
talking to her with deep and loud voice
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
I sued you, nature to court
you bribed the judges
by falling and touching their bodies,
breast, and .
I lost my case
Greedy, stingy and a thief,
you gay and lesbian
bribing both the gentlemen
and gentlemen in skirt
at the bench.
I beseech you as nature
look for another lover in the universe
but not mine
Fall in North, for there, they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
fall in the desert
for there they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
as a king, saviour and Lord.