Best Dues Poems
The Dues I Pay
There are so many hues in the colour gray.
That colour fills – are dues I must pay
for how I have lived – my used up day
upon this plane – a misty cover to stay
mist filled eyes projecting a desire to say,
“ I am sorry ” to all, for ? and want to pray
that all I have done wrong will not fray
the edges of this scene, in which I play
- for three score and ten – my part - my way
guided by the Stars ?, Mars ?, Musical bars.
By those who influenced ?, my business in cars ?
Now all my days - in grays – direct me – lost
to all that once had meaning, feeling – at what cost ?
A soulless spirit that roams the passages of time, frost
on his shoulders, ice in his veins.
That is all, of this soul, that remains
B. J. “A ” 2
February 13th 2006
Chancellor of earth
Rent is due and
Debts are paid
I should relax,
Instead, I'm stressed.
I got the blues,
I'm depressed.
It is like there are
Chains on me.
The lessons of life
Don't come free.
I find it hard to believe
The things I'm seeing.
I've lost hope,
Need to start believing.
I have lots of places
To go.
It's hard for me,
I move slow.
Can't catch a break,
I spoke
Can't laugh
This is no joke.
I keep searching for
Some peace.
Bad energy I need
To release.
It's hard to be
Strong.
Everything feels
Wrong.
I refuse to be thrown
Off track.
New mindset,
I'm coming back.
I'm battered, beaten
And bruised.
You could say,
I paid my dues.
Turbo1904 ?
To be locked away in prison, was such a scarey thought,
I've now been punished and accepted, it was all my own fault!
I had spent the last year, in a shadow of my past,
in denial of my loss, in hope our love would always last.
I abused my body intoxicating, it helped me to remain numb,
it's all I could do to keep going and still be around for my son.
But one thing I have realised, a lesson I have learnt,
is that all my troubles and worries, can be dealt with and now burnt.
Living in that shadow, passing one day to the next,
only blocked the pain and longing, It would never bring back my ex,
It could never bring him back, or change what went wrong,
detoxing my body helped me, to finally accept he had gone,
Gone only to another place, but still always in my heart,
I can look at our son and see Dan, we will never be apart.
My time in prison opened my eyes and really made me see,
from the stories of other inmates, there's a lot worse off than me,
Being raped and abused as children, when they were in their prime,
led them to turn to heroin, prostitution then murder the biggest crime!
But deep down we are all no different, we just couldn't deal with pain,
Its sad to hear the abusers, rarely got the blame.
I have now rediscovered and found the real and normal me,
prison has given me the perspective of how life should really be.
I am now a better person, time away has made me see,
the most important people in our lives are close friends and family.
I will no longer take life for granted and face what's thrown at me,
in the ways that I have learnt, when I am released and finally free.
I will cherish every moment and appreciate those there for me,
prison has made me realise, just how loved I can be.
I wrote this poem on behalf of my little sister, she has encountered yet battled through,
so much heartache and grief in the last few months.
Epigram #51:
PAY YOUR DUES
Learn to pay dues
Sparkle your cues
It's up to you
Leon Enriquez
29 March 2015
Singapore
When the doors
shut what will
you do?
Knock them down
to see the new you.
As many will wait
so shall you.
The question is though...
will you?
Always going past
the crowds
to just keep you
from feeling down
What about
the people
you love
will you
Just give them
a
glove
the piper makes a margin call
and you pay with silver
a Judas kiss placed on the lips
of dreams that leave you quivering
shadows stretch across the lawns
the traffic lights are red
thoughts race through a busy mind
as you downshift in dread
nothing that was promised
has come forth in fruition
going past the mountains
with all of their superstitions
on you drive past sleeping valleys
nestled in open ranges
the sun sinks low--night settles in
but the crescent moon looks strange
damn the piper and the devil's dues
the deck was always stacked
you paid with your heart and soul
and it's too late to turn back
fighting for goal
you must reload
it s a ruff road
to get these tools
here's the news
PAY YOUR DUES
MARTY KING
there are stars in the sky made especially for us
the angels in heaven bless them particularly and the warmth of our love glows
all i want to do right now is rejoice in the spirit of what we have worked so hard for
we have our scars from the battles, but in the end here we are smiling, happy, and exactly where we want to be
SHENIKA SIMS
my heart has all the tattoos that i need
it contains your initials and each time mine beats, it exclaims your name
all i want to do right now is get naked with you and rejoice by sincerely rocking your world with love
we have the x-rays of each time the spirit of our love suffered injuries, but in the end here we are thankful, blessed, and praising the Lord for our Love
Kick up your shoes. You've paid those dues.
It's not the time to sing the blues.
Don't stand underneath a cloud,
turn up the music, keep it loud.
Pick up your feet and feel that beat,
find your rhythm, make it sweet.
Kick up your shoes.
he is out sight
dress just right
also my tighed
also sing do many things
he also been on the news
this is a and very smooth
he is a
COOL DUDES
Heart wrapped in a thousand knots
Befuddled with
How to feel or what to do
All it knows
Is blue
It questions if our love was true
Or just a passing romance
In the Dark Ages
A pain that one day we’ll see
As a way we grew
Time passes begrudgingly
As it consistently tethers to the past
Whilst recognizing the present
As dark and mean
A light of plight
A rosy memory of days
Holding each other
Or time spent on the phone
Are like a hurricane of darkness
Whirling through the mind
As the hours go by
The sun gives way
To a new hope
While the moon still
—its’ arms ‘round a lie
There she goes to pay her dues
I hope today he won't be amused
to be of use
without abuse
there’s no excuse
a bit obtuse?
well-cooked my goose?
slide on the noose?
that I refuse!
slip on my shoes
spread the news
do not confuse
it’s not a ruse
but what I choose
I’ve paid my dues
what you try to do
i tell you
there's a price too
there's no easy way
if you won't play
sing dance or play the blues
you go to
PAY YOUR DUES