Best Cash In Poems
IF POETS RULED THE WORLD
If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and...
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents and cash in.
Poets. like mothers,
would never send their brothers to war.
Poets don’t have voices that sound like guns,
words can bite, incite,
but history is made by men who fight
not for wrong or right but might.
If poets ruled the world
every city block would have a park
for birds and dogs alike,
with a path for bikes and soft ice cream.
Trees would be everywhere, cars even fewer.
The whole damn system flushed down the sewer
if only poets were the rulers.
If the world by poets was ruled
hunger would feed on the deeds of honest men,
perhaps not Zen but a blend
of now and then, form and function.
Tear down the walls of corruption in government,
make way for equanimity, grace of femininity.
So let it be known and forever shown
that poets should rule the world.
Dec 21/18
NOTE: This style is one I developed and is called a SCIRPO which is Italian for weave or twist.
It is characterized by a rhyme scheme that wraps around itself in no particular order.
Also, each stanza adds another line moving from 5 to 6 to 7 to 8 lines and so on
Categories:
cash in, community, inspirational, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things
You really are a genius
in your field of technicalities,
with which you thoroughly water;
A wife, a place of your own,
and a destination in mind
Me?
You'll find me in the corner
(no not a corner... think rounded edges,
much more safe)
Half past ten, still in bed,
with rolls of cash in a Ziploc bed
(I'm not dealing and I'm sorry if I gave you that
impression... more likely
just a descendant of Scrooge)
Your perfectly organized life
(my just screw it attitude)
Well I must say you are on your way,
but where exactly too?
I solemnly wish
we had, but one thing
in common, dearest brother,
Even with the knowledge
that I wrote this for you
I'm sure deep down
you'd think this quite sappy
And being the person that I am
I'd immediately think of tree metaphors
(now what what rhymes with cedar?)
And being the person you are
you'd probably just go about your day
wondering about the latest Apple product
You live next door
and yet somehow
galaxies came between us,
Practical you gathered sticks and stones
for your shelter here on Earth
(I was too busy daydreaming
on Mars)
From the moment I opened my eyes
and peaked my little head out
from the pool in the backyard,
we were brothers, through and through
... so why do I have this nagging urge
to shake your hand and ask
"Have we met?"
Categories:
cash in, brother, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Prose Poetry
We all
Shareholders of good and evil are
Since
This world we share the same
But
Though the dividend of good we rush to cash in
The
Dividend of evil we leave unclaimed
Hoping
Someone else would show up to
Cash in the blame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 March 2019
* Getting the honor of POTD, I would like to thank all my
good friends that visit and comment on my poems !
Moreover, I would like to thank the officials of the PoetrySoup
who were so kind to honor this little poem of mine!
Categories:
cash in, evil, integrity, society,
Form:
Free verse
You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.
Put your hands in a basin. Want a jar? How about a Mason?
In a jar, you can put jam, but probably not a ham.
Flour you can put into a bowl. Lay flat for biscuits. Roll and roll.
Sugar put into a bowl with flour. Add in things not sour!
Put your trash in a bin. In a glass pour your gin.
Soup or a drink put in a cup. All night in comfort you can sup.
In our sky God put stars. In cartons man put cigars.
In cartons too you can put milk. On your hair put a scarf of silk.
Put good fruit into a pail. In your mailbox stick your mail.
Many things you can put in a box. Things from Amazon, clocks and rocks.
Coins I might put in a pouch; cash in cushions of my couch.
In my bag I put such things as lipstick, cash, strings or rings.
In your lunchbox put a banana. Bikinis, though, put in a cabana!
Santa puts gifts in a sack. Shirts you put both front and back.
Folks put liquids in a jug. Liquids hot go in a mug.
A lot of fluid put in a vat. I don’t think most folks own that.
In a bathtub put your body, using bath salts – not too shoddy.
Put your wool things in a sink. But dry hot not, or it will shrink!
You can put upon a tray things not too big down to lay.
Last, should all a body burn, it’s good to hold it in an urn.
Jan. 24, 2023 for the Lipogram Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet
Categories:
cash in, humorous,
Form:
Verse
The old black man came riding up
On a wagon pulled by a mule
In the wagon he had a plough
And some other old rusty tools
As best I recall it was late in the fall
Of nineteen sixty two
He said hello and told my dad
He was looking for something to do
And for a fee would unhitch Ol' B
They'd plow up the garden out back
The old man smiled as they dickered awhile
Then began to unpack
Ol' B wore blinders as he walked behind her
It only took them a bit
With all of the kids from the neighborhood
The pair had made quite a hit
Put the cash in his pocket gave her a carrot
Hooked up and went on their way
As the old man whistled to the clippity-clop
The old mule loudly brayed
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
cash in, animal, culture, funny, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
She’s lonely, the old lady just over the fence
Ninth decade approaching, alone and living past tense
Sometimes I see her and acknowledge good day
Put time to one side, not running away.
A love story she tells me, I’ve heard it before
The man that she married and simply adored.
His battle with cancer, he’s now spread on my land
How her family all left her, once they had cash in their hand.
I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face
Only I know the reason, why she’s attached to this place.
31/8/2015
*The spelling of neighbour/neighbor is different between countries.
Categories:
cash in, bereavement, heartbreak, loneliness, lost
Form:
Couplet
(this write is inspired by the real story of a homeless man who found a student's
bag with two thousand nine hundred dollars cash in it. the student was bringing it to
pay his tuition fees. without hesitation the homeless man used the information in the
bag to return the student his belongings.)
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
covered in stink
no kitchen sink
he got nothing
he’s recovering
come see
it’s free.
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
scum!, right?,
no light?
hey buddy can you spare a dime?
face it, wouldn’t give him the time.
finds a sack
gives it back
twenty-nine hundred in cash
didn’t keep it but isn’t he trash?
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
what did the student think
his fingers covered in ink
pockets his money
calls his honey
tells her loudly
proclaims proudly
‘can’t judge a cover by its book,
listen to me here’s the hook.
school smart or street smart
it comes down to the heart.
that man lives in a ditch
but sweetie he is rich.
you have to take a second look
never judge a cover by its book.’
void
loyd,
he’s a bum
smells of rum.
8~29~2014
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name: Sketch a Character
Categories:
cash in, blessing, brother, christian, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
I was born with a baby karma,
and even as a child I knew about drama;
I see karma like putting cash in the bank,
for when insults are flung and soul has sank.
Well, my karma grew to teach me to just walk away,
and that in time those people will pay;
and to never give in to hate- the whisper,
karma is like my protective sister.
Be good and do good to elevate life,
I believe how people treat me belongs to them;
I move on even when their words stab me like a knife,
I just remind myself that I am- God's gem.
And with all my odd and weird- I love me;
I just wait . . for karma will find a way (do you agree?)
____________________________
April 25, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/my "KARMA"
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1016-843-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Karma
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
Rhyme Pattern: aabbccdd ababcc
(perfect and near rhyme)
Categories:
cash in, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Meat in my smokehouse a bit light,
With the weather about right,
One morning at first light,
I headed to buzzard roost hollow,
A leash on Brownie’s collar,
But Brownie went crazy as a goose,
When I turn him loose,
My worse fear, I could hear,
Him chasing a deer,
Out of pope county, was clear,
Anyhow, now, down in the pope county wild woods,
Seated on an Arkansas hollow log,
With my finger on a trigger, and my eye on a hog,
I pulled that trigger, and the bullet went zip,
I jumped on that hog, with all my grip,
Though I knew I had missed,
I couldn’t resist,
Now as my grip would slip.
The hog would rip,
Tusk 8 inches long,
Like ice tongs,
Would chomp and rip,
As the battle begin to tip,
Hog getting the best of a bad situation,
Sure wish my dog hadn’t taken, his deer vacation,
At about the time,
I thought it was, the end of the line,
I heard Brownie coming,
Man, that dog was running,
He had heard the fight,
Was coming back, to claim his right,
Old Johnny Cash, in the boy named Sue,
Ain’t shown my dog and me, nothing new,
Blood guts and hair, rose up in the air,
When ole Brownie took hold, this fight ain’t fair,
Didn’t take no hour,
Untill we were back in our own lair,
We were saying a prayer, within the hour,
I was seated in a chair,
At my kitchen table,
Razorback meat, the label,
Ole Brownie, proving himself to be, very able,
To sit under my table,
For he’s my mean hooooog,
DOG!!!
Dedication: "MoonBee Canady" An outstanding poet of light poetry, as far as I am concerned.
I certainly enjoy reading your light poetry, as well as the other types you write. You go girl,
I hope you like these poems! Godly love, Sincerely Moses
9-27-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Categories:
cash in, funnydog, light, dog, light,
Form:
Light Verse
Think I'll dress in my one suit,
silk shirt and handkerchief,
pop in a breath mint
and shine up my shoes;
make that impression,
look good for the ladies,
with cash in my hand
what have I got to lose?
Yet I wish I felt better
more up to the task,
my suit's sure been neater,
my shirt has a stain;
you don't notice it, though,
when I'm wearing my jacket
and the hole in my pocket?
I'm not one to be vain.
CODA
There's no one to impress
for I'm the only one I'll see,
I'll roll on some deodorant
so I'll smell good for me.
Categories:
cash in, sad
Form:
Quatrain
There are not for profit oligarchs
Amidst arms flooding minus any Ark
Noah saw such days of old
As he held Gods plan; on course as told
Billons swelll in roaring tides
As ministerial figures, smooth the ride
Oppression is touted, as logic and truth
While cash in community is unclean; uncouth'
We can gain liberty; yet just take the yoke'
Lock your mouths and admit you're broke
Close your eye's; don't read those signs
You have a choice.' Thats stated now mind.!
Just some words, just some truth; do mark'
From mouths that pompous, carp and carp
That claim the world, and barter souls'
They fullfil the scriptures, in truth and bold'
Having a lost eternity, to enter; i'm told.!
Categories:
cash in, celebrity, christian, international, simple,
Form:
Rhyme
You don't have to wonder
or think that its strange
Fore time will continue to move
so the seasons must change
First the of the nights
then the change of the leaves
'Till we're caught in the life
from the webs that we weave
Not being a man who will fuss
we tend to let things roll
Until we get stuck in a spiral
& things are out of control
It's really undescribable
how it all happened so fast
Watching all of my dreams
become a thing of the past
It began by attacking my joy
slowly dimming my light
'Till it had stolen my resolve
& the will left to fight
Having lost so completely
thinking I must be to blame
I was ready to cash in my chips
& check out of the game
Then you crossed my path
& took hold of my heart
Putting an end to the misery
So " true lovin" could start
Now where this road leads
there's no way to tell
But, I know you are my salvation
that saved me from hell
And the amazing way you love me
that's just conformation
That I finally get my shot
toward the dream I've been chasin
Categories:
cash in, celebration, for her, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
It's almost Halloween, and parents
afraid to let children go out?
First it was drugs in candies, then razors,
then predators, it makes me want to shout!
You know what the boogeyman it is this year!
Why COVID, of course, how we love living in fear!
Even though the numbers have been clarified we
love the inaccurate ones, of course.
Fake News keeps posting inaccurate numbers, so
how much of living fully have we all lost?
Plenty, I say! Lost wages, lost time with friends
and family.
Blue "Pampers" on our faces?
Such a ridiculous, inhumane display.
Of course time to cash in, masks in polka dots,
leopard or lush pink.
No wonder people are not only on drugs, but
also, the heavier they drink.
What does a mouth or smile look like anyway?
Muffled words, no full out laughter, gives me
vertigo and brain-sway.
Churches locked tight, but a city, fine to burn?
Casinos, Costco wall to wall people, but of God,
or to sing in a chapel?
You are forbidden to respect, honor and to learn.
In the USA, the right to assemble peacefully is
hardly a joke.
But Portland has had over 100 days of rioting...
Are these folks on coke?
I don't know if the freedom I once knew, will ever
be allowed to be?
Just masks, social distancing till I die, and the sad
part is....I will never be free!
September 15, 2020
4pm PST
Categories:
cash in, freedom, halloween, loneliness,
Form:
Couplet
Each time I have a happy thought I'll put a penny in a jar,
hoping they'll save up to one day buy a fancy car.
Each time inside I'm filled with joy in will a nickel go,
to someday pay my travels to someplace where it snows.
Each time I add a dime it’s ‘cause good feelings that I get,
hoping it will help with my children not born yet.
Each time I add a quarter my smile has been passed to you,
this is sure to pay for tough times I will go through.
Each time I'm feeling pain or sorrow I'll add a dollar to be fair,
hopefully in the end there won’t be much cash in there.
Now the game is over, time to ensure my hopes and dreams,
I open the lid and to my despair, all I see is green.
Until I get some change I’ll just live off these dollar bills,
because obviously nothing else is keeping my jar filled.
Categories:
cash in, life, sad, time, time,
Form:
He walks crooked like a cowboy
Who has ridden many a mile
Gritty fingers holding old pipe
Wrinkled face and greying mustache
Looking wisely to the night sky
No smile passes over his lips
His is the path of a loner
A choice to walk life's road this way
Head down one step follows the next
Dim lit his eyes travel old paths
Regrets he has carried with him
Because of the choices he made
You might think he's nothing special
But that is far yes far from true
He has many stories to tell
Listen closely I will tell one
It's true he once was young like you
Kind of handsome in his own way
Women had thought that he was cool
Quiet playful with a fast smile
There was just one that he wanted
Hair of auburn pretty green eyes
But she didn't give him a chance
For he had no cash in his hands
One day with her would be heaven
Wanting her love consumed his soul
Planning to rob a bank of cash
Would prove to be a big mistake
All he wanted was her sweet love
Yes in the end he did get caught
Off to prison for his mistake
Him in shackles he seen her smile
Many years passed his debt was paid
Upon the bunk his sad heart sunk
Within his mind that choice relived
Her love not worth the years he lost
Now much older wiser as well
He is quiet and all alone
Stories many you've heard one here
A sad tale of a girl and gun!
Form Iambic Tetrameter
For Georgio's Structured Forms Contest.
His story required more than 28 lines to tell it fully.
Written: December 5th, 6th and 7th.
My first attempt at this form, forgive me being long winded.
Categories:
cash in, angst, loneliness, , sweet
Form: