Best Debt Poems
Up high on our soul’s trapeze
we tire of the bar we hold
but we find it hard to release our known.
Eyeing the free bar of full potential,
we wish to air dive, then faith-catch that swing
so we may fly to where our allure roves.
All crave heights something in us sights.
Here comes, now nears, the free bar
we thoroughly want to grab,
but fear paralyzes all dreams we have.
We tell ourselves what convinces ourselves
to stay put, we count the reasons we should:
"there’s no way it could work out;
not with the balance in my bank account;
I'm too body sorry and old for dating;
I’m so tiny they won’t want me playing;
If I joined, problems would just stack;
Not without good health that I lack;
Trying would just lead to more crying.
Many angels tend God’s blessing warehouse,
some dusting boxes of blessings bearing names
of those who felt they deserved no claim.
When faith lacked so did dust thick stack.
Father stressed pressed,
promised abundance,
yet many clutch less
and name it their best.
Such believing may weave soul regret debt
for our depth knows we were made to love, not fret.
With less tomorrows than I've yesterdays
In looking back I have but one regret
Before that last tomorrow fades away
I wish that I could pay an unpaid debt
Back to a summer day so long ago
How frivolous we were with innocence
Two kids in love and way too young to know
Decisions made in haste have consequence
In tenderness I'd kiss away her tears
I'd tell her I am sorry for her pain
Give back the love I'd carried all those years
Convince her that her gift was not in vain
I'd ask for her forgiveness on my knees
Tears of contrition I would surely weep
Then thank her for life's sweetest memory
And with her blessing peacefully I'd sleep
October 10 2016
Whose got the money honey?
Raining debt is just not fun
Have you got the money honey?
Rebecca's farm no longer sunny.
Whose got the money honey?
Could it be the Easter bunny?
Whose got the money honey?
No mind was ever meant to bear
That torment, pain and sorrow.
In that cacophony of hell,
Their lives forged our tomorrow.
Called to duty, through their service,
Through their sacrifice and loss,
The foundations for our future
Were fashioned from their cross.
Far beyond the bounds of nature
Their mortal frames were tested
In bloodied, flea ridden trenches
Their fractured bodies rested.
Those bodies now, in foreign lands
Beneath fields of marble crosses
Bear testament to sacrifice
And countless wartime losses.
May future generations
That break upon the shore,
Not forget the pains they suffered
Nor the mental scars of war.
Look upon the scarlet poppy,
See the blood amongst the wheat
Know the quantum of their sacrifice
Times passage won’t deplete
To those that gave their future
We all owe this National Debt
The terms are very simple
Just that we must not forget.
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I got a phone call the other day,
But little to my surprise,
A bill collector was calling.
And I began to realize.
“Hello, ma’am. I have a message for you.”
The bill collector did say.
“You’re late on your payment, send us this sum,
And send it to us today.”
I hung up the phone while he was still talking,
And walked away downhearted as all.
I promised myself, the next time the phone rang,
That I would not answer their call.
A few minutes later, I began to cry
Remembering all the wrong things I’ve done.
Accusing memories of sins I’d repented of
And the very things I’ve been trying to shun.
Satan was dunning me for sins in my past,
Just like the bill collectors do.
Still wanting me to pay, with guilt to spare,
When I know I’ve already prayed through.
So I started praying just once again,
Like I was beating an old dead horse.
Confessing my sins and problems to God,
And with tears, was shedding remorse.
When I was finished praying, I heard a small voice
Saying, “Condemnation can be cruel.
Don’t worry, child, your account balance is zero,
And your debt has been paid in full.”
Everybody needed something,
and there was always something in the world that needed somebody,
debt is all about connections to affections,
sustenence to stimulus is only half of the formula,
igniting the impetus is provenance of the pursuit,
debt's birth is in the body of temptation,
in the language of lust,
we all find reasons for indebtedness as architects provide strengths for stones,
always a tune to toil for,innumerable impulses to imbibe in the heart's hollows,
needs & wants wants & needs,a crisscrossing of the conscious,
vacillation like breath on candle flame,
on which branch will your bird discover the berry,
what good is satisfying the basics if we are denied exploration of the scenics,
wonderment wrapped in wishes of mocking mortality,
robes of rose petals,
the less we create for ourselves the more we fawn for the fingers of others fantasies,
impatience an instrument for the Devil to revel and drum,strum and hum,
born into a carnival of the careless and criminal
the Devil has a dream and your're his favorite dancer,
you hear in his voice a reflection of yourself and drown in delerium,
a community of stage hands supports your every scream
and silence your shouts for sovereignty,
buy the whole of the basement
but be prepared to be buried there,
a necropolis of creditors and debtors,
expired expressions on the faces of orphans kept alive by water colors
from the pallet of pleasure and perfumes of paradise,
as the spectacle ends the Prince of poverty greets us where dogs bark baldly
and the air is gray with cold,
he grips our hands with a lion's paw and cries coolly -
J.A.B. 2011
Donald Trump can't see debt as a threat
Its immigrants that make him upset
So we must build a wall
That won't stop them at all
And to Hell with the National Debt!
Economics Trump just doesn't get
For Trump, filing bankruptcy's, "No sweat"
Donald's morals are lax
So he'll never pay tax
Chalk it up to the National Debt!*
*Our National Debt was $19.95-trillion when
Trump took office, but now stands at $22-trillion
due to Trump and cronies extravagant spending,
with no thought at all of continuing costs to maintain
nor repair a monumental Vanity Wall!
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Romans 13:8 “…Pay your debts as they come due. However, one debt you can never finish paying is the debt of love that you owe each other.
the mailbox, stuffed~
mortgage payments, car loans
with balances and deadlines
marked in red.
water, gas, and electric bills~
the hungry phantoms of
creature comforts
coldly due.
we chase the spectral zero balance,
dream of that stamped envelope
with the sweet release of
paid in full.
but the other statement
never arrives~
no perforated tear line,
no due date circled in red.
it’s a debt, unlisted, un-itemized,
it haunts no credit score,
demands no late fees~
a debt we’ll always carry.
this bill arrives not monthly
but daily~in every heartbeat,
every hunch that kindness calls
beyond oneself.
this debt, this sweet, persistent owing
is paid in tears dried on a loving sleeve,
with burdens carried, with forgiveness offered,
and in whispered reassurances.
this debt’s non-ending, compounds with kindness~
the interest paid daily—not in coin
but in soulful connection
and ego transcendence.
His coffin was lowered deep into the ground,
they sprinkled cold earth, tears fell without sound.
From low in the grave echoed several loud knocks,
seemingly coming from under the box.
The mourners’ eyes widened, they turned tail and fled,
fearing such noise would awaken the dead.
The graveyard fell empty, the rapping returned,
now sorrow’s fresh roses lay withered and burned.
A guttural voice mocked ‘Knock knock dear departed,
I have come to complete the transaction we started’
‘What do you want?’a frail voice replied.
‘Please leave me in peace, I have only just died’
Malevolent laughter stagnated the breeze,
all earthly sounds suffocated with ease.
‘It seems you’ve forgotten the tryst that was planned
for the day your spent life was entombed in this land.
To pay for your years of excess and deceit,
you mortgaged your soul, I have the receipt.’
Amid cries for mercy, and spine chilling screams
the casket’s wood splintered as Satan slipped through the seams.
A budget we need
Time to heed richer measures
Clarity indeed
Debt is the contender,
holding you hostage.
bounding you to prison,
Leaving you exhausted!
Never to know freedom,
0r taste the joy thereof.
Debt is an enemy,
undeserving of your love!
Debt makes you a servant,
to the lender, from whom it comes.
Working you to death,
so you can pay the sum!
Now wouldn’t it be better?
to be the one to lend.
To be used of God,
to bring this cycle to an end!
In Christ you’ve been blessed!
in thy working of thine hands,
Oh happy is the man;
who heeds and understands.
High above ONLY,
not wallowing down beneath.
The Lord has made his children,
the head; not the tail of defeat!
Now, to all who are wondering,
of the debt in which I speak.
It is ALL your balances,
that leaves you scared and weak!
For in the world it is common,
to live a life that owes.
To never know God’s peace,
while your tab overflows!
But what if all was paid?
through Jesus, on the cross!
That baggage would you keep?
never counting the cost!
You can only serve one master,
Which will you chose?
The debt that holds you bondage,
Or the One, who brought good news?
Written by Stacey Brown
1-26-15
Inspired by Duet. 28, and Lk. 16:13
I am forever in your debt
As you cast away all of my sorrow
As I can live for today
And be free from tomorrow
I am forever in your debt
For I have learned to guide my own way
Yet with you not far from my side
I may long to live another day
I am forever in your debt
Because it was you who gave me life
Guiding my path in the right direction
Through warmth, devotion, and sacrifice
I am forever in your debt
My eyes may never see the storms of the falling rain
My ears my never hear the roars of the streets
And my heart my never feel the world’s pain
I am forever in your debt
For a true hero lives inside of thee
You are the essence to the definition of strength
A true gift that reflects God’s love for me
I am forever in your debt
For you are the blood that floats through me
You are the reflection of my life’s dream
For you are and have always been the mother I needed you to be
Man wants life, too easy, as sweet as honey
But for that needs money.
Money he may though have
But not sufficient for him to behave.
Not sufficient for his needs and deeds
Like uncountable rosary beads.
For his satisfaction of materialistic lust
He requires money to sweep away his hungry dust.
But wherefrom will he get more money
Which for him, it is as sweet as honey.
Atlast, he lays his hands for debt, debt for a few rupees
And from that day, a charge on his character levies.
Today, tomorrow came and went
With the end of each day, money came and got spent.
Again, he requires more money to sweep his dirty dust
Again some generous donors fulfilled his lewd lust.
Days came and went, with each sunrise and sunset
But his mind never sensed shame and regret.
Again he needs money to sweep away his dirty dust,
But this time no generous donors did him just,
Instead their generous face, radiated bright with rage and disgust.
Now he was all alone
Trusted by none and havoc prone.
He now realized his folly
To waste money in leisure and be jolly.
Company owners found him useless
Wasting time and energy in task meaningless.
They asked him to give his resignation letter or else get fired
He remembered the bright sunny day when he was hired.
Everywhere he was surrounded by dense cloud of darkness
No light, no hope only sadness.
Alas, he had no other option but to repent
Sit alone in dark and lament.
He went to a nearby river bank
Saw his reflection in rippling water and his heart sank.
Unable to bear the pain, the grief, the depression which pinched in him in
He jumped into the mighty river to wash away his sin.
I will pay no more
I declare myself bankrupt
I cannot afford
the interest rates
All collateral is spent
so I must renege
So weary, so tired
of bearing these false burdens
Now I cut the cords
I cast off the load
and lay it before Thy feet
The debt is cancelled...
I look over the fields
At Arlington where they lay
Their pearly white crosses
Stand proudly each day
Wheather gleaming in sunlight
Or covered with snow
Each one stands for freedom
Each one in a row
We should hang a medal of honor
On these crosses that stand
These warriors gave everything
They've protected our land
We owe them a debt
We can never repay
Please join me and honor them
Each and every Veteran's Day