Best Debtors Poems
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Impenitent, sky rains ash blackening the night.
Fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land,
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Fire eats: the air, snuffs man's breath; highlighting their plight,
all hands on deck, the Captain calls, out his command.
Aflame, aflame, tall ship burns, see their masts ignite.
Hell's inferno comes calling on this sun lit night,
foul winds blow, fire roars, and so the flames are fanned;
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Without their ship, crews are lost to a debtors blight.
Up the went like scarecrows shriven by the brand,
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Cinder shower catch the dock; workers run in fright.
Pain and heartache fill the wharf; still, they must disband.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Keelmen Heaving in Coals by Night' by Turner
Published by Dual Coast 2014
Categories:
debtors, art,
Form:
Villanelle
On that summer’s day when we first meet and kissed,
I knew you Madelaine as one I could adore.
Against your family’s wishes, I still persisted
in wooing you; we’d wed or I’d be your paramour.
The levant winds blew through Spain’s hills unfettered
bringing death to suitors far and wide from above.
We had cause to feel our choice had made us debtors,
leaving our love a littered path, a ball-fisted glove.
Like Romeo I’d leave, not die, but without a trace
for I’d not hurt you more and death would be too much.
I’d give you time to heal your sorrows to embrace,
to come to terms with the rightness of our chaste touch.
In a far off land, I recall your devotion;
your lamented father’s wish for a princely dower,
but all have died who wished our love to be undone.
Soon, I’ll claim my Lady from her empty tower.
Fate gifted us passion, drinking from its chalice.
We waded through flaming waves of rising ardor,
in your summer home, your primrose covered palace.
The memories of your touch make absence harder.
As I looked across the wind-blown spray of ocean,
my mind turned to the sadness of our parting hours
Kneeling, I begged for a distance closing potion
so I could reclaim you to our rosy bower.
I see your longing, desperate, lovely, face
endowed in fears dire depth as we parted from the clutch.
I reminded you distance could not erase love’s trace
or lesson my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent a love-soaked, tear-stained letter;
now I return aboard a ship to my sweet dove.
I hope my missive sent has made you feel better,
nevermore will I be denied the touch of my love.
By Robert Lindley and Deborah Guzzi
Categories:
debtors, devotion, love,
Form:
Verse
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be
I know I've tempted fate before
At least a time or two
Risked life and limb and maybe more
I'd risk it all anew
Cos life for me's a wonderland
A journey to behold
A beautiful utopia
For the young and for the old
Til man exacts his dominance
Over everything he can
And mortgages each single soul
Of every living man
A banking led dystopia
Indebtedness their aim
We're caught here in the crossfire
In a costly Rotschild game
The year is sixteen ninety four
And a deal is on the cards
The notes are shilling loudly
From the moneylenders bards
Twelve hundred thousand reasons
Mortgage woman, man and child
The deal's been done, the trap's been sprung
The laughing Joker's wild
The Devil dealt a crooked hand
The rules weren't Heaven sent
The loans they pays a kingly ransome
The bets at eight percent
Inflationary stirms prevail
Nations drowningbin the flood
The odds now stacked in favour
Of a deal they signed in blood
Now money's just a token
The game is truly up
Their sleight of hand's been deftly played
They fill their debtors cup
Human lives collateral
As the game stacks in their favour
No money's needed anymore
The game is theirs to savour
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
The Devil deals in dying folks
His deals a living Hell
The game's a crooked one we know
It's plain for all to see
And the fate laid out before us
Is down to you and me
Categories:
debtors, business, corruption, depression, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
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 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
Categories:
debtors, business,
Form:
Didactic
Q: "How can I be saved?"
A: "Belief on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and you will become saved."
Q: "How can I realize I am saved?"
A: "It shall come to pass that in the
last days all of those who call upon
the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Q: "How can I ask God to forgive me
of my sins?"
A: "If you are willing to asks God to honestly
forgive your sins, he will forgive them."
"If you confess with your mouth and believe
in your heart that God has raised him from
the dead you will be saved. And you will
really be able to confess your sins."
Q: "Do I have to be willing to forgive other people?"
A: "And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."
Q: "What if I am in an abusive relationship?"
A: "Get out of the abusive relationship and turn your
abuser over to the proper authorities. Your life may be
in jeopardy, and so you should seek sanctuary. Forgiving
some one doesn't mean you should continue to let them
harm you or your loved ones."
Q: "What about habitual sins especially those over an extended
period of time?"
A: "If you confess your sins He is willing to forgive you your sins
even to them who believe on his name." "You rely upon his powerful
strength instead of your own. But don't play games with God, be
honest and sincere about them."
Q: "What about any addictive habits or substance abuse problems?"
A: "Those are sins that are covered by the redemptive blood of Jesus
Christ. Ask and believe you will be set free from your addictions!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 17, 2020
Categories:
debtors, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
Unpenitent the sky rains ash blackening the night
the fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Fire eats the air, it snuffs man's breath, death maybe their plight,
yet, all hands come to the Captains call, his to command
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
Hell's inferno's come a calling on this sun lit night
a foul wind blows, the fire roars, and so the flames are fanned
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Without their ship, the crew were lost, debtors they'd alight
they went up like straw scarecrows shriven by the brand
aflame, aflame, the tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Burning cinders catch the dock, the workers run in fright.
Pain and heart ache fill the wharf still they must disband.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
See About the poem
Categories:
debtors, fire,
Form:
Villanelle
Here's a hammer for my debtors
For my bills, I couldn't pay
Just take a piece of marble
And then please go away
Categories:
debtors, death, eulogy, humorous,
Form:
Epitaph
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the republic for which it stands. One nation under God
With liberty and justice for all."
Some of our later founding fathers.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
The Lord Jesus Christ spoke to me and gave me specific instructions. Number one I was to post The Pledge of Allegiance on all of my websites. Number two was to post the Lord's prayer also. My latest instruction was to post the 23rd Psalm.
The Lord's prayer
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on
Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts as
We forgive our debtors. And
Lead us not unto temptation.
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power and the
glory forever.
by Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
Categories:
debtors, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The CRY OF A KENYAN.
Rihanna talks of The New America
American Oxygen
It seems same for poor Kenya
Our one and only treasure
Drowning in the dark
Driven by cartels of no concern
No care for the next generation.
And here's my plead.
Am lost within a nation
No name no trace
No location no possession
No government but govern men
No freedom but free doom
Threats are the new proverbs
New slogans taking over,
(guilty till proven rich)
Corruption a current chess game
Leadership now a business gap
Leaders being Board Members
Cabinet being the shareholders
I wonder if we are the debtors
No say, since the burden is too big.
Am tired, torn, worn and tortured for my silence
Enough, if the flowing blood
Enough of the illegal lands
Enough of the assassinations
Coz Kenya is now more less Hollywood.
A crew hired to act the movie
The happenings seem dreams
All like fiction in The Originals.
The only fact, that time is passing
No longer can we entrust our lives on the government
No longer can we express out freely
No longer are our cases ruled with justice
Cases clog in the courts.
No longer can even prayers shaken their utter
No longer do they fear the Supreme One
But in churches, all different
Sited like an innocent infant
Faked sorrows while praying
All aiming to win our trust
Let's standout,Kenyans for Kenya
Let's open up eyes, and stop being fooled
Let's stop falling on their knees like slaves
A fact,they are meant to be our servants
But act like we are theirs slaves
Some lie to be fighting for us
But are after the seat, to grab the cheques
Wanting the privileges and Excellency
Let's stand for our poor Kenyans
Say No to their treachery
A New Kenya, me and you. — thinking about Kenya.
courtesy of Kagz de falsa as at 10/06/2016
Categories:
debtors, africa, community, corruption, courage,
Form:
Narrative
I’m sorry that I had to rob a bank
To buy your lavish aquarium tank
Starkist rejects share a cell
And Charlie’s begun to smell
Our debtors’ prison is bleak to be frank
If you can find a way to make my bail
Criminal activity I’ll curtail
I’ll acquiesce to your wish
Bid adieu to this foul fish
And worship you like you’re the Holy Grail
I’ll never mention the credit card fees
That swelled from your holiday shopping sprees
You’ll find I’m truly contrite
For snoring all through the night
And inadvertently cutting the cheese
Can you forgive me? I don’t deserve you
You’re the cream of the crop; I am just pooh
Thank you for pointing this out
Let’s put an end to this bout
To make reparations, I’ll ingest bamboo
Categories:
debtors, funny
Form:
Limerick
Our father who art in heaven
Forgetting the son and his holy sacrament
Wandering in a maze, looking for atonement
Disavowing God, we bow to evil temptations
God is growing weary of his sinful creation
Hallowed be thy name
We constantly profane the Kings monicker
Rebuking displays regarding the creator
Disbelieving in the immaculate conception
God is growing weary of his sinful creation
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
Freewill creatures ignoring the warnings
Hastily striding toward the end of mornings
He has set the time for earth’s annihilation
God is growing weary of his sinful creation
On earth as it is in heaven
Adam and Eve the first created beings
Creation immoral from the very beginning
Inviting sin into their perfect habitation
God is growing weary of his sinful creation
Give us this day our daily bread
Refusing to eat from the table of life
Dining on lies, as we wallow in strife
Children dying from spiritual malnutrition
God is growing weary of his sinful creation
Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors
The world was cleansed by the great flood
Human’s given hope, by a sacrifice of blood
Unable to forgive we await a fiery termination
God is growing weary of his sinful creation
Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil
Willing walking the path of unrighteousness
Passing the point where we can seek forgiveness
Time has run out for this sinful congregation
The son has returned destroying creation
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever amen
Categories:
debtors, devotion, imagination, philosophyson, son,
Form:
Rhyme
While national debt is reduced
The economy needs a boost
Rules from money gods
Say these goals are at odds
So tough times will be introduced
Always find a way not to pay
Hold on to what’s due till doomsday
These ways and means slow
Show it’s better to owe
And with others money to play
Buy like the devil wears Prada
Lose in Las Vegas Nevada
Then pay back old debts
Without any regrets
As now the dollar’s worth nada
Categories:
debtors, funnymoney,
Form:
Limerick
Time is a balance sheet,
Assets and Liabilities,
Time in asset,time out liability,
Asset over liability equal like a balance sheet,
In Asset no change,liability no change,
No debtors no creditors and no bankruptcy,
Time in and time out equal,a strong balance sheet!
Categories:
debtors, time,
Form:
Blank verse
We Must Make Good Use of Our Riches
LK 16:1-13
Then he also said to his disciples"A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property.
He summoned him and said, 'What is this I hear about you?
Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.
' The steward said to himself,
'What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me?
I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg. I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.'
He called in his master's debtors one by one. To the first he said, 'How much do you owe my master?'
He replied, 'One hundred measures of olive oil.' He said to him
'Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.'
And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently...
The person who is trustworthy in very small matters is also trustworthy in great ones;
the person who is dishonest in very small matters is also dishonest in great ones.
No servant can serve two masters.
He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon." (Taken from LK 16:1-6, 8, 10, 13)
Categories:
debtors, education, children, teen,
Form:
Sonnet
His name was John Manty,
Who hailed from a shanty
A shanty where slums;
Were not at all scanty.
He had a big dream,
Every day he used to scream
He was singing a nice song like;
Neapolitan ice cream…!!!
He wanted to be a star,
And drive his own car
One day at the bar;
He heard of “super star”.
He went for the audition,
Of the " super star" competition
He won it and then became;
A rich and pop musician.
He earned alot of money,
And spent on things so funny
When debtors came for money;
he hid himself under the gunny!
He could not pay his rent,
And he had not even a cent
He gave the key to the owner;
And to his shanty off he went......
"How can I go back to the shanty"?,
Wondered ex-star poor John Manty
He jumped from the Great old bridge;
And that ends the story of Manty.......!!!
Categories:
debtors, life, loss, musicday,
Form:
Narrative