Best Cheque Poems
With time on my hands now that I am retired,
To hobbies I have returned,
And I am not disappointed.
I am back into stamp collecting,
Still find it rewarding,
Brain cells re-connecting,
Memories of shared interest with my Mum,
Which was far from Dumb.
Stamps on approval in post,
Hunting for coins that were lost.
To exchange for cheque to send by same day post,
Number of pen pals something to boast.
Waiting at letter box for stamps from foreign lands,
To get into our hands.
Swapping stamps with friends,
Visits to stamp shops,
Asking relatives to save stamps.
The joy of getting stamps from countries just born,
Countries that are no more make me feel old and forlorn.
Saving their stamps for posterity makes me feel re-born.
Categories:
cheque, addiction, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Verse
His granite form against blue skies
Rippling on the bulging eye, wild waves
Of muscles the netting cloud defies
Reason in concrete, his pride raves
In self glory of athleticism, what a gem
Hard and shadowed without a diadem.
I know that man, I lived inside him
Long ago, slurping applause like a child
Incomplete in potrait, morally dim
About the treasures I often defiled.
That man is just a screen of muscled skin
A pampered fear that won't give in.
He will not cry, because he was taught
It's wrong for boys to show emotions
His destiny by a web of lies once caught
Leaves him lonely, old aspirations
Become wrinkled raisins in the callous sun
Manhood and wood subterfuge the pun.
Tired of being told he cannot become
From school to dull signs of no vacancy
I hears the sirens penning his freedom
He looked for himself, found no legacy
In history or family achievement that will
Stand up to the praise of gatekeepers ill.
He feeds his hungry urges into children
Fatherless because his woman must think
She cannot balance her budget with heaven
And for welfare cheque he's o'er the brink
Thrown, used, demonized, discarded, weak
Now, no virile glory left in love to seek.
He turns to her helpless in his helplessness
Angry with the impotence of history
Mute before her need to have forgiveness
The saddled statue slouches into misery.
You know him too, the black man, proned
Against pale paperbag of evening, stoned.
In Africa he was redeemed by mother, queen
When things fall apart, in America his old
Structures uprooted, he cannot be weaned
Of the nurture that never existed. The mold
Upon his life is history, and only the lover
Carrying the cross can be another redeemer.
Look at him like a child asleep after his spawn
Of delapidated family and garrots of dream
Only ego keeps muscle bulging under the brawn
The heart is mute, and pride wil not scream
For pain though like a white cataract it drowns
Him. How still the victim 'fore the victor frowns!
Categories:
cheque, black-african amerfamily, family, pride,
Form:
Verse
I stood before the mirror, one last check,
a quick inspection, then head off to town,
silver kipper tie around the neck,
shirt of green, sports jacket of light brown.
Platform shoes on, I boogie down the street,
a first date to look forward to that night,
flared pants flapped in the breeze around my feet,
and my jacket lapels both jinked like kites.
I patted my breast pocket to make sure
my cheque book was inside there, just in case
the night I had in mind costed more
and ended up leaving me sat red faced.
She met me outside Ramsdens, half past eight,
I kissed her cheek and said how good she looked,
went in the bar, got drinks for the short wait,
eight forty-five I had our table booked.
Melon boat for a starter, prawn cocktail,
then chicken in a basket with some fries,
two ice cream sundaes, wafers stood like sails,
we ate and gazed into each other's eyes.
Once the Mateus Rose wine was downed
the waiter swiftly took our plates away,
I paid the bill, got change from twenty pounds,
the chequebook lived to fight another day.
I saw her on the bus, a brief embrace,
a kiss, for one second did our lips meld,
she smiled goodbye, I tried to read her face,
her eyes gave no clue what the future held.
Though forty years have passed since that one date,
my mind still recalls every detail now,
I was told she'd someone else by my best mate,
I pause and still remember her.
The cow.
22nd February 2018
For contest 'where were you in the 70's ', sponsor Line Gauthier.
Categories:
cheque, first love,
Form:
Couplet
Blank verse
Poem is a blooming heart
In every windblown from all side
To reach in the depth of it
Never try (O) dear guy
SO:-
Blank cheque matters to all
Because it is fuel for A to Z
Not only for human
I mean also in temple's eye
So money is blank
Everywhere fits like sky
In pocket or in bank
No matter in poet's verse blank
How pretty it is, all like it
Like gem sparkles in the head
foolish to police as serves jail
Celebrity in the town
Takes around for million then
Gossiper throws nose high
And shrinks and coughs as a dry
A beggar throws hand for a dime
No matter in rain or in a train
Blank verse matters poet's brain
weighing matter in all kind
So please take care of them
Always they remain very kind.
4/22/2016
Deepak Chalise.
Categories:
cheque, art, poetry, writing,
Form:
Blank verse
Two girls whisper something
I know they are talking about my hair
One of them has long straight sleek hair that reaches her mid back
The other has short hair that's smooth and silky
Of course I can tell that the long hair isn't real, neither is the short
I wonder what's the price tag on the long hair
Must be someone's else hair
Or must be from the factory
I bet she can't wait to take it off when she gets home, in her privacy, away from the adoring eyes of admirers of beauty
I bet she can't wait for the end of the month when she gets paid so she can spent the bigger portion of her cheque on new hair
And the short hair! Girl, I bet she spends uncountable hours on it
The amount of time and man power spend on bringing out that "magic" must be a fortune
And the amounts of chemicals dumped in that hair......if only scalps could talk!
Someone could be paying not just physical damage but also psychological one
Two girls whisper something
Two girls make fun of me
They make fun of my natural hair
My hair has many names kinky, nappy....etc
Some girls think I don't care
but I am proud of what I see in the mirror
"I AM NOT MY HAIR" Thank you India Arie
Categories:
cheque, beauty, irony, judgement, satire,
Form:
Free verse
my city is very conservative,
a government city,
with clean streets and parks,
high rise buildings mingle with old,
and there was a time, not long ago . . .
when you would never see beggars,
pleading on corners and,
from doorways,
old people, children, young people
in desperation . . .
this is a city of tourists and sites to see.
pleading for help, money for food,
(maybe booze or drugs),
maybe not,
their eyes beseeching,
and full of pain . . .
more and more each day it seems.
there was a time when the citizens,
of this fair city,
would have been horrified,
but nowadays most just walk by,
without a thought . . .
(mumbling something like freeloader.)
really, like would anyone choose,
to sit in the rain and snow,
in the freezing cold,
imploring a passerby for help,
anything, even a kind word perhaps.
the poverty and panhandling,
is terrible now in my city center,
people don't know what to do when they,
see the penniless and needy . . .
in a rich country this is a disgrace,
the destitute are ignored,
walk on by, dodge the outstretched hand,
evade those eyes,
sad but true in this society
where many are one pay cheque away,
from poverty themselves . . .
in this upside down world.
__________________________
February 27, 2017
Dramatic Monologue/Upside Down World Of Poverty
Copyright Protected, ID 880638
Inspired by the contest, Upside Down World
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Categories:
cheque, poverty,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I only just begun to charge
Impulsive buys are way too large
My credit card sighs
While bankbook cries
My pay cheque I need to enlarge
*So many things to buy since I bought a house, but I really am a wise shopper : )
Categories:
cheque, funny, money, stress,
Form:
Limerick
Im a dot,
A small black powerful dot,
I can spoil a celebrity autograph
I make void a bank cheque signature
I can spoil a sentence, a tiny story:
“A man walked along the. road”
With my friends, we make something mysterious:
“then the door closed………………….”
I highjack a comma
;
I meet up with another dot
:
I question myself with a scimitar shape
?
We dots, team up with our friends, the dashes to make the well known Morse code
. - .. - - .
Categories:
cheque, funny,
Form:
Personification
It was not a dark and stormy night
The night was not sultry nor moist
The sky's color didn't please the knight.
The Knight was a gentleman since his youth.
That that Knight had had a thing for mares
of the night was not whatsoever an untruth.
But today, he is OK, managing his wares.
The firmament was red and raining.
It rained blood. 1920! I was eight.
The Knight was fond of chess playing.
When he saw a white knight
was missing he rushed to the stable. The horse ate
the knight!
Luckily, his rival, the Czech
had brought with himself a board.
Thus, it's impossible to be bored!
Nevertheless, the Knight punished the horse
for eating the knight. What a night!
And, although the Knight's voice was hoarse
as a crow he made sure the cheeky horse
would behave. "Now back to the stable!"
At this point, the Knight, didn't feel stable.
Now, let's go back to the chess match!
They did make sure the pieces match.
And the Czech, ludicrously, bust out a match
for his cigar. Now, not a missing piece!
Great! They can start the game in peace!
11 minutes later, the Czech mate
won. So, he said: "Checkmate!"
$100 prize! A cheque signed the Knight.
"This is a bogus cheque, mate!"
cried the Czech. What a horsey night!
They both heard
the horse neigh.
A lamb in the herd
heard the Czech say: "Nay!
This is a counterfeit cheque!
You can't do this to a Czech!
I had you in check
only once before checkmating you!
You won't pay? Gimme the ripe ewe!"
"I can't! The ewe is on the lam!"
"Then if no ewe, you get me a lamb!
Should you refuse, I shall touch the piano!"
Dark Castle. Knight and Czech keep arguing.
Stark hassle. Night can't check this lightning.
The mussel sleeps
and counts
ewes, lambs, sheep
and Counts.
The Count's mussel
can't count muscles.
Categories:
cheque, horse, humorous, night, nonsense,
Form:
Verse
A Dream From My Past
Was A FANTASY.
Be patient I will take you where I
have been from the beginning.
One of those days was a lucky day
When I heard a light tap on my Door
Who is it I asked?
Its me the post man.
Oh dear I was murmuring what could it be?
Step by step with my cane I arrived to open with shaky hands
a young man with a smiling face was standing with an envelope
in his hand ready to give it to me but I had to sign it first
staring at him crying for help to stay as maybe it could be
bad news or good news.
I opened it and In there was a cheque of one million dollars
I screamed young man I won
the lottery I am a winner
yesterday I bought a ticket with my last 2 dollars thank you
please come back tomorrow I have a small surprise for you.
My cry of happiness was heard by the drops of rain knocking on my window calling to ask when I am due to cache the money as they also were my friends awaiting for the happy event to the never ending journey of giving.
My fantasy dream was fulfilled
Oh! how good is The Lord to me.
Now that I won I ran sat down got out my pen and paper and here I am
writing today I am rich but tomorrow I will become poor as I will give away
all the millions to the needy my family my friends everybody will share
my richness.
Good night my friends until tomorrow another day another dream.
Therese Bacha
10/5/2013
Categories:
cheque, fantasy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those
people, que jente, mi gente,
What people, my people
Wilfredo's coming!
Viene Wilfredo!
Look Out for the mail
That time of the month
Mi cheque: dinero My check
My money to dance, drink and
drug. Tiempo de olvidar
Time to forget
Kept in my place
Just no escape
Jobs pay too little
Checks come too late
Estoy cansado ya!
I am so tired
Me voy a levantar
I shall arise
Up off my booty
Up off my junk
Get out of my way!
Sal de mi camino!
Doors I will, con fuerza
With strength force open
Voy a entrar por las puertas
I will enter in, I will walk
through. Adelante! Oh alma
muerta onward oh dead soul
Adelante! Oh mente renovada
No duermas más! Sleep no
more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivo!
I am. I live! Esclavitud no más!
A slave no more
No longer a slave!
From my book "The Big Apple
Turns Brown When You slice It.
2002 Authorhouse.com
Categories:
cheque, absence
Form:
ABC
Face fractured with fear
As the Taxi drew near
The building was in the next street
" I'll drop you off here"
Said Steve full of cheer
(Annoyingly rather upbeat.)
As you pushed on the door
It's sticky hinge hissed
And you drew in your breath
At the scent of 'dentist'
"Youre a little late" the lady said
Do you live somewhere rural ?
You swigged on your hip flask
Looked her right in the eye, saying
"Just get me an epidural."
"Now now Mrs Phillips
You'll be just fine "
Said the lady so white and starched
And into the chamber of old magazines,
You were unceremoniously marched.
With Your heart like a piston
And blood pressure soaring
(Even " Horse and Hound" seemed
Tired and boring )
Lulled by a clock counting out every second,
Till you started with fright
As a dental nurse beckoned ...
"Please don't worry, don't be so tense "
Said Helga ( on work experience )
And then with sinister gravity
Said "We'll take care of that cavity "
"Hello" boomed a voice from the back of the room,
I'm here to do your extraction. I've done them before so no need to shake,
Look at me if you need a distraction "
"This won't take a second, it's all pretty simple
Just a couple of jabs and we're there "
So first with your right fist and then with your left,
He was out cold, on the floor, by your chair.
You ripped off your bib, took a swig of the pink
And suddenly feeling much better,
You lunged for the door and ran down the stairs
As fast as a sprightly red setter.
You ran to a sweet shop and asked for some toffee
"Give me the chewiest stuff that you've got"
"Sure said the assistant , this one's from Yorkshire
And here, you can have the lot "
You took of the wrappers and stuffed it all in
Then chewed like a donkey on acid
And in a few seconds, the tooth that was hurting
Left a hole as big as Lake Placid.
So what is the moral
I hear you all ask
Of this tale both of triumph and sorrow ?
Well forget your insurance, leave your cheque book at home,
Just unwrap and chew on a toffo
Categories:
cheque, health, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Busted
When Santa got stuck down the chimney
What a terrible fright for young lives
Imagine the sight that then met them
Imagine their awful surprise.
With a crash and a thump and a holler
A bang and a whoosh and a boom
The magical globe trotting Santa
Daintily entered their room!
He landed full square in their fireplace
His hat flopped down over his eyes
He looked really much more like Black Beard
Except he was double the size.
The children sat up in amazement
Then hid and peeped through a crack
As this unfortunate dirty old Santa
Was hit on the head by his sack.
The air turned quite blue for a moment
When he finally uttered a cry
I’ve hurt every bone in my body
Was the gist of what he implied
Now Rudolph looked down from above him
Shook his head and then let out a sigh
Get up you clumsy old has been
We still have work left to do tonight.
Well Santa looked right up that chimney
His plight became clear in a flash
He was stuck with his sack at the bottom
And didn’t know how to get back.
The children, still hid in the corner
Just couldn’t believe what they saw
As this dirty old Santa recovered
Did his job and then limped out the door.
They watched as he climbed out the window
His suit now completely akimbo
But Rudolph was there with the sleigh and a spare
He now had clean clothes to change into.
Once more Rudolph rescued the big man
Stamped his hoof, got him out of his whirl
Threatened to leave less he focus
You know, of course, Rudolph’s a girl!!!!
The children got up in the morning
Frustrated, annoyed and distressed,
For their bedroom looked just like a bombsite
Where two sacks of gifts had been left
Despite having left him a message
Stating ‘ please do not leave so much trash,
We are modern day children remember
What we want is a cheque or some cash’
Categories:
cheque, bird, children, christmas, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
The sky is stark, the air is cool and still
The black cat’s run, the birds unfold all day
I sit down here and with my totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will.
We’ve each enraged the bureaucratic mill.
Oh frigid purse, I never meant to pay!
The sky ‘s a-spark, the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted knelled their way
With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I cite the cheque and date it for next May.
Oh, tit for cat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray.
Yer life is settled by a harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.
Categories:
cheque, anxiety, art, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rondeau
The new bride yells, "i cant live without john
he's my life, my joy, in him i've found true love
two years later john takes his own life
'cos he stumbled upon his best friend in bed with his wife
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
I'm strapped for cash and dad's in an institution
please help me lord, i’ll remain your faithful son
in no distant time, things turn around
but my dollars are for neon shows and fast cars to cruise around
i speed past church without looking in
my morning devotion is with a whore and half a pint of gin
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
Mike was a bright lad orphaned at age of four
i paid his way through school and he ended up the governor
one chilly morning with trouble's cold hands around my neck
i turned to his excellency to help me with some cheque
after long hours of staring at the ceiling
i got to meet his secretary who said he wasn't in
on getting to my car , i found my key missing
i trudged back to the office and caught boss and secretary kissing
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
Jack was the most trusted of the king's closely knit guards
he had been the crown's favorite since he was but a lad
one day the crown was found fallen alongside his brother
it turned out jack sold him out to his half-brother
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
please faithfulness, just a glimpse
Categories:
cheque, depression, me, morning,
Form:
Rhyme