Best Costing Poems
I sit in lambskin slippers
and jackets by the score.
I find it hard to pay for heat
The oil is costing MORE?
I squint through specks
the scripts too old
At times I’m VERY quiet,
at times I’m very bold!
I eat raw bits of fishies
on dishies by the score,
and I can use chop stickies
or slurp just like a bore!
I blow my nose and pick it too!
And YOU do too, I’m sure!!!
I’ve chased a thug from an Irish pub
and danced with a matador.
Yes, I’m a real smart old broad
my walls hang with degrees,
yet, when I’m sick like I am now
I wipe my nose on my sleeve!
*Just KIDDINg yeah, [right ;)]
Categories:
costing, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Is a dessert costing twenty-five grand what you want?
You can find it in a Manhattan Upper East Side restaurant.
Made with twenty-one types of chocolate and sprinkled gold leaf,
this decadent frozen mousse is something beyond belief.
It comes in a twenty-three carat diamond-encrusted gold dish.
If you found Aladdin’s lamp, would eating this be your wish?
This would be something to brag about and quite nice.
However, the restaurant has been closed due to cockroaches and mice.
From a news story found on AOL.com
This was written a few years ago. The restaurant has reopened since.
Categories:
costing, food, social,
Form:
Rhyme
They promised to never leave each other, never say goodbye,
Even when their hands parted, and they went their ways.
He never knew until it was too late, it was too late to say farewell,
He would simply have to cope with the empty home, the lonely days.
Drinking away his time, there was nothing more to do without her,
That's what he thought as he smashed the bottle onto the floor.
The guns and knives smiled, they looked awful friendly as he cried.
Screaming until he could no longer say a word, he couldn't take much more.
Thinking it over and over, he didn't know what to do anymore as the worries
Piled on top of him, the liquor was costing him too much, it pushed him to poor.
But those worries melted away as cold metal poked at his heart,
And his heart was painted a deep crimson as he cried and fell to the floor.
His little girl found him later, giggling when he thought it was a joke, he was sleeping,
But little did she know it wasn't the case, she wouldn't hear a lullaby.
The sweetie blamed herself, she looked so much like her mother, it was heartbreaking,
Pain and sorrow wrapping and choking her heart as she tried her best not to cry.
They were both together now, but the little girl was so sad, placed in home to home,
She could only cry herself to sleep as she tried to hold onto her pain.
Depression took hold of her mind as she slowly withered away like a flower,
But a beautiful flower like her parents, she was strong to stay sane.
They were together again, the little girl laughed as she ran through an endless field,
Collecting flowers and running back to her parents, who smiled wide and followed.
They were happy together,
And would stay that way forever.
Categories:
costing, absence, anger, angst, death,
Form:
Free verse
His life now has permanently changed
Costing him more than aches and pain
As slowly he walks on prosthetic legs
Humility reigns, taxing venturous brain.
Propelling courage fiercely he fought,
Defying death, meeting face to face.
Concealed within his unflinching image,
Torment open wounds of unholy place.
Unsteady mind roams haunted now,
No longer capable to hold a steady job.
Death and destruction hammer his mind
Where angst and hurt relentlessly throb.
Determined as ever but he feels restless
Having acquiesced to tallies of life,
When his toll was counted in unpaid bills
And loss of dignity to agonizing strife.
Able man he was before he went to war
Returning home after he almost died.
As a grateful nation sincerely thanks him
Resolutely he moves to restore his pride.
November 9, 2018
Dedicated to veterans of war
Categories:
costing, courage, hero, hurt, war,
Form:
Rhyme
I love this planet
The environment I hold dear
I say no to Oil
I say no to Plastic
I say no to Garbage
I say NO NO NO to carbon
Oh the trees breathe carbon?
I will have to look into that Ted!
I say no to meat
Those animals are carbon monsters
We all should hug this planet
Preserve this global biosphere for our children dear
You all must cut back
All of you
You may not pick and chose
What fits your fancy
No more vacations away for you
No more cars
No more planes
No more Computers or high speed trains
No more deodorant
It’s all passe
Clean air is my right, so all of you stop
I shall preach to you this, day in and out
I shall scold you for polluting about
I shall travel the globe, by air you see
To warn you all of the carbon to be
I need to fly, my time is important
My family comes first, but that’s only me
You must make sacrifice
All of you there
I spend your Carbon credits
Flying in the air!!!
Yours truly
Pascal Husting
Green Peace
One of Greenpeace’s most senior executives, Pascal Hunting commutes 400 kilometers each way to work by plane, the environmental group has admitted. The flights, costing about $365 return, are paid by Greenpeace, even though it campaigns to cut air travel, arguing that the growth in flying “is ruining our chances of stopping dangerous climate change.”
Notes: Of course I am for the environment, who isn’t? Time to stop blaming big corporations and even governments, even though they should do more, here’s a novel idea, if you don’t use it, they will go bankrupt trying to sell it! As for Pollution, if you are having a heart attack, a bandage on your thumb doesn’t do a bit of good. Solutions are complex and not as black and white as some make you to believe.
Categories:
costing, earth, environment, garden,
Form:
Light Verse
After the storm gale force red a calm light filled baby blue sky
whistling birds singing a choir of divine beauty fills the air
deeply warm touching without profit costing nothing
fills inside with strength casting dark shadows out always remains
enveloped within prayer death love one's power inside weakness pure
White sparsely scattered mother of pearl clouds cap Snow mountain
sweeping over Amazing grace dreams casting magic spells spring
Coming down the High plain gazing towards Trawbegga bay
Tides enchanting a dark shade of blue distant thoughts brew
without cost profits nothing spirit of kindness overwhelming true beams
A cool spring breeze dusting the brow speaks
silently warm finger rays paint a beautiful garden Eden
Bells tolling calling the flock to worship kneeling humble
Spirit of freedom cries in the town of the Sunday cross
blessed I am oh Lord in this amazing view honored by your deep presence
Categories:
costing, angel, beautiful, beauty, bird,
Form:
Free verse
If i could change the direction of the world today....
I would start with the new parents
As they give births and fill the world
I would educate them on love and peace
So that they can teach their children so
Because charity begins at home
Thou some kids may end up making bad choices, they will always have this fundamental lesson embeded in them
Then i would move to the churches, the mosques, the schools and community centers
Leaving my posters there, with the same message of love
Different we are all, yet one we should be
No matter the background, the ethnicity or the religion
There will always be Ishmael and Isaac
Same father yet different views
But that can change, we can change it
I feel the only holy war there should be, should be the war against evil
And when i talk about evil, am not talking oil
Neither am i talking about land
Neither am i talking about gold and diamond
Neither am i talking about supremacy, white or black or yellow
You know what i mean
Our greediness, hate and oppression to each other is costing us the world
So lastly i would sit down with those fighting for peace
The united nations and the like
And build strategies to cure this catastrophe
In that group, i would expect to be sitting with a representative from each country of the world
So that the input would be diverse and not one sided
So that every man can be heard
So that every cry can be heard
Because sometimes it's those small cries that become big issue cries
Amani=Peace
Categories:
costing, peace, world,
Form:
Free verse
My New Poem, Raw and Uncut
Oh What a day
Oh What a day when black people stop pray
Pause and realize where their horizon lay
Where the pastures are green, yet remains unseen,
What a day when we look in perception
and see the path that lead to today ,
yet we keep reliving the past
the ignominy of a bygone day.
Oh What a day
when we clear the path
of delusional ideologies and alien songs
Home is where the heart is
But in Africa, Humanity began
Oh what a day
when we see our purpose,
That from the cradle, the creator blessed us ,
not conceding to the thought, he cursed us.
Oh what a day
when our leaders
plants the seed of economic sufficiency
than clearing the path to cooperate greed.
When will our leaders in the west indies
Revisit our history and shine a light
To our glorious African history
That’s kept from our sight.
Oh what a day, when we hang our wall
An image of our creator
Blessed with the dark shades of the sun
Telling the truth, of how it began
Not reflecting what its never been
Oh what a day,
when we learn to love,
our African brothers despite what is said.
West Indies may be your homeland
America and others are a part
But if you are a blackman
Jamaica may be your homeland
but keep Africa in your heart
The motherland,
your primary thought.
Oh what a day
When we see the light
And know the meaning of life
That regardless of material things
There is a glorious life
In sharing, caring, preserving life.
Oh what a day
We don’t need no gold or diamonds rings
No motor cars, no air plane, none of these earthly things
For the riches that the earth possess
Even if you are a poor man , they are priceless
And if you are a rich man, they too become useless
Oh what A day, when the angels sings
And cashes not, just to wear the bling
That steals the soul, and corrupts the heart
Costing life at an escalating cost
Oh what a day when we start again
And share the spirit that our ancestors had
The love of our mother, sister and brother
Where dad played his part ,
Getting the harvest, bold and strong
Defending the virtues of the mother and Motherland
Oh what a day,
when the daily propaganda, no longer influence
Because we have taught the youth
Home is where the lesson is learnt
Righteousness the only path
For human coexistence,
We need a kind heart/
Categories:
costing, adventure, allusion, black african
Form:
Free verse
the line straight, turning the globe
dark and then darker colors passing by
the vivid stream, covering the sun from her
indecency
the day a dank, gray stare
through the glass left over from the last
hurricane
maybe I should go outside and
listen awhile
But, I am worried. I'm goddamn sick
the rain is costing me
money
Categories:
costing, april, baby, baptism, blue,
Form:
Free verse
Tiny, angel faced, fuzzy headed, little girls with baggy pants, bowed legs, toddling about.
A Wet Minnie Mouse towel hanging on a makeshift clothesline,
alongside others with college logos's and Elvis ;
Fifty something year old women in skimpy, ill fitted bathing suits,
unaware that gravity has shifted when they were not looking ;
Noisy, gas, golf carts loaded with teenage boys,
looking for golf carts loaded with teenage girls ;
Pot bellied, old men looking at golf carts full of teenage girls...wistfully ;
A big swimming pool full of screaming kids, splashing and pushing
their very best pal under the water ;
Cooking aroma's wafting through the park at five o'clock each evening ;
Camp fires burning until dawn ;
Fat ladies eating huge piles of ice cream stacked on a cone,
vowing to diet next week ;
a young couple with two babies renting a cheap, on-sight camper,
waiting for fancier digs, when they hit the lottery ;
A young father, beer bottle in hand, pushing a child in a stroller round and
round the park, until the baby falls asleep ;
Old men pulling into the park with rigs costing more than a house,
not to be out done by the guys that came before them.
I LOVE CAMPING !!!
Categories:
costing, adventureold, golf, men, old,
Form:
Free verse
v
THE DAY WE WENT TO HUCKNALL
The day we went to Hucknall, didn’t we have a lovely time.
So much so, I thought I would turn it into a rhyme.
The two of us.
On the bus.
Then on the tram
Then through the rain we ran.
To get our lunch at the pilgrim oak.
Just me and the old bloke.
Him with his platefull of fish, chips, and peas.
Me with my low fat spaghetti bolognese.
It only cost £6 50p for the lot.
It was even served piping hot.
Then round the charity shops we went.
To look for bargains, money well spent.
I got two brand new pairs of trousers for me.
each of them costing only 50p.
Now it is starting to get dark.
We must find our way back to the tram park
The tram takes us back to the market square.
We run to catch the number 10 bus, its ready to go, don’t you dare.
On the bus home it dawned on me.
We still had change from a tenner to get our tea.
A whole day out, including, lunch, new clothes, the bus, the tram.
Total spend £7 50p now the bus and tram.
Are free for me and the old man.
Categories:
costing, adventure, appreciation, celebration, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Section 2.
This is where you saddle up, and battle back
I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling
About stuff that'll never happen
Maybe I should be reverberating and throwing verbal attacks
Rehearsing and planning my verbally tactics
I'll be versing and throwing down my verses
And certainly cursing with my first words
I'll disperse and hurt and burn this world
I'll slaughter the gods, and it'd need some audible gauze
Even the titans would be frightened, and they'd outta applause
And stand for my cause, For R.A, And Vinnie Paz
For hip-hop to stay alive, Cause "Legends never die"
All we do is just "Carry on traditions"
Just new people, with new ambitions giving new definitions
With new visions that we will never be missing
We'll be hitting and spitting and carrying this out with our existence
But the distances between this twisted system
Is just us forever living, Gifted kids on there cosmic ****
Comically causing and costing our own cosmic consciousness
For calling and catering our cautiousness, and stomping over whacks emcees confidence
Preparing to constantly conquer all the continents
But not ready for compliments, cause I don't even have an audience
But with this dominance I should be destroying the awesome-est
I'm so monstrous when I write up on these documents
I'm probably properly populating my honestness
And it's quite obvious I'm calling it, quite the dominant opposite of your own conscious gift
Honestly my hypothesis is if I had everyone behind me at metropolis, I'd remain anonymous.
Categories:
costing, character, dream, heartbreak, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
v
THE DAY WE WENT TO HUCKNALL
The day we went to Hucknall, didn’t we have a lovely time.
So much so, I thought I would turn it into a rhyme.
The two of us.
On the bus.
Then on the tram
Then through the rain we ran.
To get our lunch at the pilgrim oak.
Just me and the old bloke.
Him with his platefull of fish, chips, and peas.
Me with my low fat spaghetti bolognese.
It only cost £6 50p for the lot.
It was even served piping hot.
Then round the charity shops we went.
To look for bargains, money well spent.
I got two brand new pairs of trousers for me.
each of them costing only 50p.
Now it is starting to get dark.
We must find our way back to the tram park
The tram takes us back to the market square.
We run to catch the number 10 bus, its ready to go, don’t you dare.
On the bus home it dawned on me.
We still had change from a tenner to get our tea.
A whole day out, including, lunch, new clothes, the bus, the tram.
Total spend £7 50p now the bus and tram.
Are free for me and the old man.
Categories:
costing, adventure, appreciation, celebration, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Where her obscure red rose tattoo was planted you would not believe it; near her bright
hazel batting eyes, above her left brow extending down to the tip of her nose.
Her hair was auburn and unruly.
She was daunting in hot pink and everyone stared because of her exceptional beauty.
It was startling that she was only four.
Luckily the scar was impermanent having come folded in a plastic ball only costing a quarter.
Categories:
costing, childhood
Form:
Limerick
Have a cup of tea
Invite who you may in
Provide some cake as well
Stored in that Christmas tin
An afternoon well spent
Some friends around for tea
Sharing the worries and joys
Not even costing a fee
How the time’s gone
Where the company’s so sweet
The last thing to remember
A time again to meet
An afternoon just spent
Brings comfort to some poor soul
Who may need an encouraging word
To aid them in life’s goal
poetgord@2012
Categories:
costing, community, drink, nice,
Form:
Rhyme