Best Creditor Poems
Fill out your application;
Apply for it today.
It is better that VISA or DINER'S CLUB,
or AMERICAN EXPRESS, I would say.
You must have FAITH;
The MASTER"S CARD to use.
And you will DISCOVER your charging privileges,
You cannot abuse.
The interest is not too high;
Nor is it too low.
You only must have interest in GOD the FATHER;
HIS SON and the HOLY GHOST.
And as you use the MASTER'S CARD,
What benefits you will reap.
They will be prosperous and in abundance,
Air Miles included, it will be a whole heap.
He will pour you out a blessing,
You won't have room enough to receive.
Just abide in HIM and HE in you;
And only.....only believe.
No creditor will call,
There is no bill to pay.
Because JESUS died for your sins,
Give your life to HIM and OBEY.
If you refuse to listen to GOD,
And the Words that HE has spoke;
Your application will be denied,
And all charging privileges revoked.
So hurry and apply!
Get on the move!
No card will expire or be denied;
All applications are pre-approved.
I look at all the "excuses" in the world
Thinking different than a ordinary girl
From my learning that in nineteen eighty five
Our debtor nation strove -"keep the dream alive "
"Who are we, please?" I asked myself just today
Conquer countries? Unless they see things our way?
One by one we stumble through the Afghan land
Now we're in Iraq, Syria! Stop Iran!
China says, "US gossips, ignores own issues"
homeless, health, economy, jobs, tuition
Russia and "China" are two super powers
Never would our largest "creditor" coward
Sochi cost 50 billion and years to bring
I don't believe media reports of things
Place the blame for the whole entire world to see
Five star hotels with shower photos! No indeed!
In "Name of Freedom" citizens are perplexed
Pay "close attention" just 'where' we will go next?
We need more "excuses" better than before
If people see this "pattern", will be the end of war!
In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way.
President Franklin D. Roosevelt
There’s a pain in my head that will not go away,
it sits there and throbs during most of the day.
With bills on the mat and no cash in the bank
and credit cards creaking… I think my ship’s sank!
The future is looming, my mind’s filled with fear
Why is it that living is so bloody dear?
With a wife and two children depending on me,
I’ll need more than pure luck to set all of us free.
Financial worries can make your life hell,
every ounce of your being, consumed by their spell.
We feel there’s a reason we should be ashamed,
so hide them from others to protect all our names.
This pain in my head, that will not go away,
Cannot be relieved just by earning more pay.
Its cure calls for direction, in leading my life,
and enjoying the love of my children and wife.
Living each day with a good share of fun,
whilst paying respect to what needs to be done.
But no need to worry myself ‘til I’m sick,
Just let the odd creditor wait for a bit.
You won’t go to jail for not paying a bill,
but your family will suffer, if you make yourself ill.
So count all your blessings, have fun on the way.
And dream you’ll inherit a fortune one day!
Ivor G Davies
Fed Up (with the Shutdown)
Go to work everyday,
but I don’t get paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said I was a New America
debt slave
Was Union told the Federate zeroes
on my paycheck is retroactive
Ain’t got no money to buy food tho’ ...
guess I have to survive
on government
sound-byte fumes to live
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m sick and tired
of listening to Dem Republican clowns
Been going to work every unpaid day,
and I ain’t noticeably gotten any
Benjamin balm better
So weary from getting frozen wages —
I seek chimney heat,
by bitterly burning those personal
property auction letters
Was blue blot told the blank gray zeroes
on my pay stub is rebel non-negotiable
Ain’t got no cash to purchase gas tho’ ...
guess I gotta suck up
mo’ government
sound-byte fumes for po’ survival
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m hurting from hearing
White House noise by Congress clowns
Go to work everyday,
but I ain’t yet been paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said Freddie Irish me was a ***** Adopted
dollar bill slave
I do
work for
you, and I know
what you seek to build,
you merchant, you creditor,
you money-man. I know because you
made us all the way we are, weak.You made
me into some monster to do your dirty work, some
Golem. but I am wise to you, you ugly vulture, I'll not pull stone
for you more. You seek to build a masouleum, a glorious tribute to
you and your school of thought. But you are not soveriegn of the Nile, and
we are not your slaves. When this ugly ziggurat is pulled down, no man will be buried
within a bloody mountain. We will all be equal, unified by the embrace of silicates and
stones.
THE SCALES BALANCE
In the days of measures and weights
Some creditors had shady traits
Often times, more weight would come
Because the creditor "weighed his thumb"
But justice in the eyes of God
Won't go where shadiness trods
His scale is always perfect and true
When He weighs and balances you
If our obedience is consistent
And our bent to sinning is resistant
There'll be no room to tip the scale
And put our soul in danger of hell
So when the final trump shall sound
Will your true measures too be found
His weights and measures are precise
The final balance is in your life
Curtis Moorman
23 January 2017
WORDS OF THE TUTOR
Make me your captivator
Not your beautiful heart creditor.
Look yp to heaven, see the creator
Watching the heartless bebtor.
The handwritten of the author
Was rehearsed by the actor.
Make your heart the faciltator
Then shall you find a mentor
Driving carefully with the motor
In the absence of the captor
Who is not ready for the factor
Hence, he strife as a motivator.
Make move with your mediator
You will see those who pastor
Before the mad aired educator.
Love made before the crazy doctor
Was in the words of the tutor.
I will look up to the monitor
As my legible guarator.
A Profound Predator
Predicated then produced and perfected a profound predator,
Who of a naughty, neurotic newspaper was a unique editor;
We were quaking;
Identity mistaken;
Turned out to be a humbling, bumbling, cute and cuddly creditor.
Jim Horn
I passed on the street I lived once, and saw the shame
Of history. The promise claimed by a second chance
Of hard work and misery, devastated by brinksters' game:
A stealth control of economy. Here a little light that lanced
The pupil of the eyes, pierced like a dagger in the heart
Here my house stood foreclosed. And on the wind the word
Was blame: we bought what we could not afford,
Now the people are victims twice, and we
Saddled with blame, find here no place for mercy.
A bitter gall of clever lies tearing us once more apart
Only the serpent streams here, the grim grass grave heart
Where giant trees suck water from the empty soil, and make
Great canopies, but we find no rest. For in these branches
The same snake drives little birds from their nest. Take
A picture here, where Eden turns to wilderness; traunches
Of golden sunlight poured upon dead bush and leaves
Look not for the medicinal herbs choked by barren trees,
No sprinkler runs, no pompous cougar fawns, truth grieves
Alone. The wasting rich pay less and gets more; he pleas
For more where the poor sweats still. A house to live
Is now conceived above our due deserve and means.
O buildings gaped your swinging doors, for pensive
Blows the wind: I pray this debt forgive, let creditor cleans
The slate for all, so from a level field we start again.
The house was honest sweat, and love's fair dream
The deal they sold me was just a rotten scheme
For ambition shackled us with an existential chain
And we are left with nothing now but promises vain
And the tongue of politics whipping our backs again
Yet in this foreclosure's spate we only ask to work now
There is no milk to come by killing us, the economy's cow
O let there be compassion where greed betrayed good men
Or the shadow that falls on barren walls will bring a bitter end.
Good Fortune of Bill Doody
By Lake Kilarney, Bill Doody sat
And he was to poor to buy a hat
Wife and grawls starved inside
Just last winter one nearly died.
So sadly sat by himself all alone
A face before him brightly shone
Someone came to help starving Bill
He poured his sorrows out at will.
Can't pay my rent Bill sadly said
And my wife Jody lies sick in bed
Stranger gave to Bill some gold
All his shaking hands could hold.
Quickly he ran to pay his debt
That creditor was amazed to get
Bill received receipt and sped away
Gold turned to cakes that same day.
Bill's bad fortune never came back
Lived in a castle instead of a shack
Was King Donohue I'm willing to bet
Who had helped Bill pay off his debt.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier
Debt,born to the debtor and the creditor,
It's a test of intelligence-
Bridges the banks of income and outgoing,
The debts happen in air,
But the theft in camera,
Disowning the owning happens in air and camera,
Debts,debts and debts! in this planet of chocolates!
To deal in debt,networks work in uniforms,
Theft also a network working in many forms,
The rules governing debts count Seven,
It rules the in-debtor comes number one,
Debt is a net,
All, not know the net not know the way out,
In debt default is an act of violence,
It's not because the letter "B" going silence,
In the books of bad debts,no one is in the good books,
Debts become bad debts because the debt is bad,
Debts create more debts,a study in commerce,
Debts put in more debts is the subject of the universe,
Go rich but debt free!
Hate memorizes more and forgets less than love,
as well as creditor and debtor... !
Broken,battered, brought down low
Shaken, I staggered,failed to stand tall
My oil, precious oil had been spilled
And toil coiled me,was almost killed
Torn, disappointed, I felt so small
Got into a shell, forgot my role
Enveloped by darkness,had no hope
Felt low,hopeless could not cope
Without my oil, theme was can not
Afraid, blinded, hiding was my fort
My oil precious oil had been spilled
Life was slimy-oily I almost slipped
But God stepped in and filled my cup
And where i was down,I went up
Instead of mourning oil of gladness
Never ending joy replaced sadness
I then realized God is a reservoir
He never runs out, hes not a creditor
Who asks for anything in return
Except from our sins to turn
And so, I was overwhelmed with joy
And from then on began to enjoy
The oil of gladness filled me
And I became a new me
Walking with God has given me hope
From the bottom now I"m on top
I stay close to the reservoir who fills me
So spilling is a temporary set back to me
I now know I cant pour from an empty vessel
So now I don't stay hidden in my empty shell
I step out positively,joyously,empowered by God
As the oil of gladness he gave me takes of loads
I embrace happiness over sadness
I embrace productivity over busyness
God has removed all mourning
And given me joy every morning
back at the Arab Spring
and now a Wall Street Fall
citizens of foundering faith
just wanna change it all
believing in a higher purpose
is passing the way of the horse
power to too few, or many, versus
the prospect of anarchy, of course
can an untouchable or a herder
share with a CEO or Senator
can a cashier and a shop helper
turn from a debtor to a creditor
can people be allowed a chance
to live small lives in big places
without losing the race in advance
beaten and broken, hopes displaced
i mean, we all need to eat to live
the emaciated and the obese, both
there's enough Mother Earth to give
every human some economic growth
but economic growth must be balanced
with growth of spirits' understanding
lest our hearts' remorse need be penanced
for greed blinded with misunderstanding
if i want to break that monied broker,
one of the few to own the power
am i any better a worthy life-maker
than him within his baubled bower
civility begins with our forgiveness
of others, and harder, of ourselves
for the deep greed and covetiveness
that all carry within their cells
summer was hot and so too our passions
lest we suffer the winter of our discontent
let's follow our better desires with actions
to say what we mean, then live our intent
with some sage wisdom and a bit of thyme
we might be able to curry some favor
twixt one 'n' other's condiments sublime
'n' cook up a society we can equally savor
© Goode Guy 2011-10-03
A signature a day keeps the worries away
Without a signature, there would be so much delay
Banks are run, brokers have fun,
Work gets done on a signature
Votes are won, Rivals become one.
Responsibilities are shunned on a signature.
A signature is the weapon of tee witty man,
To prosecute and to protect is what it can.
With a signature, life and death can be interchanged.
With a signature, any compensation can be claimed.
Signatures can play a dirty game.
Especially, when two signatures look the same
a man with a signature stands first in the line
a man without has to play penalty and fine.
Today, your stars may have the shine
tomorrow; one signature may force you to resign.
Everything was your's till yesterday night,
Now with your signature, everything is mine.
A signature can turn a thief into a treasurer.
A signature can convert a creditor into a debtor
A signature is a loophole to every law
A signature can cover or convert any flaw
Donations are paid, students get grades,
Admissions are made on a signature
Nations get aid, Traitors get grade,
Orders are stayed on a signature.
After writing this poem, I practiced hard on my signature
because a signature is what discriminated a man from a creature.