Best Financed Poems
Another morning gone. The warp and weft
of kids and errands seems a sort of theft.
I love to listen to the phone-in show,
Peoria Euphoria K Seven, Illinois,
the kind of thing that housewives can enjoy -
Andrea Doria, Eva Longoria -
but parents don’t have rights. I’ve got to go.
Another morning spent. The spare room painted.
I poured the soup away, since it was tainted.
He mixed his caustic soda in the bowl,
with Pennsylvania always on his mind
(Bryn Mawr mainliner – guess you know the kind –)
Brainier, mania, Lusitania
and wiped it once around with kitchen roll.
Another morning done. The suit dry-cleaned.
A neighbourhood committee’s been convened.
Initial meet – the Wilsons’ brand new deck –
how was it financed? Heaven only knows.
Seaworthy credit? Like the Mary Rose!
Wegmans, Wayfair, Wakefern, Wickes …
(Let’s hope the builders wait to cash the check).
Another morning over. Turkey basted.
Last night, the almond cupcakes went untasted.
I don’t know why I go to all the trouble –
they raid the fridge for fudge and mayonnaise:
don’t call it eating. Kids today just graze.
Athletic greens, soya beans, proteins –
I sometimes think I’m living in a bubble.
Another morning down. The carpet hoovered.
The garbage bin unemptied, outmanouvered.
It looks so comfy, nestled in its cleft.
The city elders park outside their own,
so why can’t we? Is this a yellow zone?
Organic waste, paper chased, cadmium-laced.
Another morning gone. How many left?
Categories:
financed, life,
Form:
Rhyme
This feedlot of ancestral glitter
how tiresome, now a rummaged litter
a mitigated financed quitter
the addict, driven to mass rid stir!
As nature's boundaries pray beauty
the homeward bound, lost soul's forced duty
is to give in, give up, take booty
as dignity's rebuff thrives loosely!
Monopolizing wealth's consider
the numbers game, let live on bitter
your choice is here, from us, don't quiver
but take the drug, that made you sicker!
The addicts prayer is but a flicker
of hope to ride out, faith's endeavor,
as saying NO, still presses lever
insidious pressures force is ever!
The pushers living off receivers
to modify their conscious efforts
then vandalize the paycheck's rather
and hypnotize feeling together!
Categories:
financed, addiction, drug,
Form:
Monorhyme
Bratwen was a knight of slight ill repute
his good deeds oft times ending up caput
he strived to reach the halls of fame
yet it always seemed to end up in blame.
He heard tales of a damsel oh so very fair
who appeared to have vanished into thin air.
Her suitors one and all most hot her to find,
yet her captor wished in wedlock her to bind.
The king enraged very soon did proclaim
whoever saved her, honour could reclaim
Bratwen set out, his heart by beauty enflamed
the monster in his sights he quickly tamed.
Astoria so happy to be free at him glanced
fell in love and to Bratwen became financed
they circled that hall of fame as they danced
his steed carried them away while both romanced.
Categories:
financed, adventure, happy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A fish flew out of the water.
Nobody knew why until he spoke,
he carried a warning for Mankind.
The fish looked human.
I need to talk to the CEO's, he said.
They came, the fish spoke.
If you don’t stop making and throwing plastics,
trash and garbage in the oceans, seas, and rivers,
your planet will die.
Captains of Industry be wary you who create the products that pollute
Do you think you’re safe?
Take note that when you see the small of life disappear
life in the oceans and seas will vanish,
the demise of rivers replete with pestilence will dry up
the human race will then take its turn at being extinct
You have made billions at the expense of life on earth,
receiving a billion dollars for every life you sacrificed
billions you were sure were safely tucked away in hide-a-way banks
But now, your life and family are destroyed by a war you financed
doesn't give you much consolation does it, Mr. Businessman?
Your insatiable greed finally won out.
No living creature is left, cities and forests have been decimated
no place left to spend your well planned looting;
you could have saved many lives
Except you didn’t care
your endless greedy pursuit to increase profits
condemned the world to the black hole of extinction
You financed the annihilation of all living creatures
As you were killing the world, you also set in motion
the removal of Man’s historical struggle from the story of the Universe
Making Man a thing that never was and never existed
In this impending historical vacuum, Man became collateral damage
the term you notoriously used to justify your murderous behavior.
Even now, engulfed in the fires of Hell,
you seek absolution through deals, but your reasoning is false
Lucifer welcomes your ilk, he's proud of you but he makes no deals
With souls he already has in his bag.
Categories:
financed, care, loss, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
>>1111>>WORDS<<1111<<
Time for WORDS to get together,
Energy through my pen whenever,
Understanding they hold great power forever,
Dexterous infectious combinations so very clever,
Hard to comprehend? Nevertheless, I charge on,
Vocabulary getting stronger, no longer no one,
Fun circuiting, rewiring firing cells really well and filed,
With ill style, goal to have WORDS dialed.
Piled up and never stopping as I’m rhyming,
Yeah, got the keys to open up my subconscious mind……… with WORDS…..
Reads and rereads when conscious time is heard playing out,
Without them, throughout a consciously aware life, would bring about bugs,
WORDS.......... a drug to my senses,
In seconds, in sequence form sentences,
Are my words only from physical experiences?
Nah they’re heard in answers in glances as I ask,
Questions, for explanations before the process of dissection,
As comprehension advances WORDS start to dance,
Enhanced and financed by WORDS in circumstances when confronted by WORDS,
They disturb everyone and deceive those who run from them,
Lemons, sour within their own Kingdom, unclean concept of life attempt,
Dreamt dreams and dreams, saved in the deep plains of my hard drive,
Surprised all the time as I weep knowing as I’m trying, what remains is in disguise,
Questioned WORDS using WORDS as WORDS comprehended make me wise,
WORDS unconditioned, I write these down because I’m bound, straight up no lies,
I have ties with letters forming visible underground bait! Here to vitalize,
Not to be idolized because I realized something, WORDS are to be crowned King,
So rise, create new life that’s alive, and fill your kingdom with WORDS at this very instance!
WORDS are like an amusing substance, tearing down untrue, false perception and this is why,
Subliminal weapons of deception wanting us all to die,
Words used in disguise saying they are from the sky, straight up denied!!
By the unified WORDS my mind flies through space and time,
With WORDS using my third eye I groom myself like my bonsai.
Quincy Mac
date written: 30.11.2015
Categories:
financed, journey, meaningful, mentor, truth,
Form:
Epic
Auf dem Bürgersteig vorm Haus
Zwei Stolpersteine aus Messing
Auf jedem zwei Namen
Hier wohnten sie einst ohne Tadel
1943 im Konzentrationslager ermordet
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On the sidewalk in front the house
Two blundering blocks of brass
On each two names engraved
Here they once lived without blame
1943 murdered in a concentration camp
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En la acera enfrente de la casa
Dos piedras de escollo de bronce
En cada una dos nombres
Donde una vez vivían sin reprensión
1943 asesinados en campo de concentración
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Note:
“Stolpersteine” are small concrete blocks with a brass plate in remembrance of people who
have been pursued and murdered by the Nazis. These blocks are in line with the sidewalks's
surface, have the names of the victims engraved and are placed in front of the houses were
these persons once lived. These blocks should be a “Monument from below” according to the
Cologne artist Gunter Demnig who initiated these installations. Now “Memorial Stones” are
placed all over Germany and Europe where people lived who were murdered in concentration
camps. This project is entirely financed with donations.
Categories:
financed, dedicationpeople, people, , memorial,
Form:
Tanka
The Media Presentation
By Franklin Price
10/13/2016
The media presentation of the Clinton and the Trump
Has her as Wonder Woman and he as Forest Gump
Campaigning mostly negative, Republican and Democrat
Media often taking sides when going to the mat
Trump, for sure, takes most the hits, for media the truth
Is spun with parts omitted to affect the voting booth
Clinton's hit's are different, a Republican dirty ploy
To keep the rightful candidate from her presidential joy
Both treated women badly, Trump uncouth and Clinton Worse
Trump speaking without thinking, Clinton planned derogatory verse
The media presents the Donald as the thoughtless stupid one
As Hillary stood by her man; degrading women for his fun
Trump speaks everything he thinks, for the media never good.
Clinton with private servers did not disclose the things she should.
The FBI said she's okay, if another maybe not
The media went along with that; there's something rotten in the pot
Trump politically a novice, wants America great again
Didn't come from the establishment paid his on way to begin
Clinton's political experience for thirty years or more
Financed from rich most everywhere, to pay back when in the door
Hillary's presidential if you're rich and gave a bit
Or if you are establishment, vote Clinton, she is it.
Trump's not diplomatic and concerns me quite a lot
If Hillary's elected, we'll have more years of what we've got
In either case are checks and balances founding fathers to begin
Wrote in the Constitution to never let dictators win
Of course that means incumbents must do all they're supposed to do
Do we think we can expect that from the establishment we view?
Categories:
financed, perspective, political,
Form:
Couplet
I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
With lantern light weary I write this morbid night
The moon above the meadows move in gloomy mist
With pen in hand, hermit a man and death amidst
Oh shall I walk the aisles of graves and hundred names
With flowers full of life financed on furnished frames
Below the wind and warmth of night do whispers woe
In fear I'm not for I care take of those below
For I have seen many a man and woman cry
And I have seen many a man and woman lie
Distilled in death with only breath of the beloved
Mourning above...mornings above heavenly loved
But something is a happening around the night
If not a dream how dost darkness so quicketh light
How frogs appear around lilies that left the fog
Where branches dance with trees beyond their childrens log
As ponds appear upon plateau of grave and sand
And stars above nomadic night come down to land
And voices of the birds play like a violin
And whispers of the wind hum like a hundred men!
It is at this moment that wings appeared to be
Uplifted from the back of her in front of me
Dear Angel, ye are he that spoketh write of thee
But in the nude in front of me am I to flee?
With hair in waves and arms extended out to see
Appeared to me...appeared to be...a flame of sea
That swept the cemeteries floor with torch and fire
And all in death consumeth life 'twas her aspire
A paradise on earth and wedding full of life
As they I have buried myself were full of light!
Women and men and children spread
A graduation of the dead
Ceremonious gift of beings
Thy conquered death, thy wearest wings!
Forth in her hands were flowers of a thousand-fold
And when she walked her footsteps formed a flood of gold
With every step a flower from her drew to ground
In mystic motion as she moved her wings would sound
Just like a brush of wind, angelic crystal wings
Face of fertility that wore a crown of rings
Unselfish all in all with fingernails of fire
Did pierce my heart into my soul a strong desire
To learn to love and love to live and live to give
Yes even in the dire darkness something lives
Believe me not and no one shall when I doth tell
The timid night I heard an Angel's voice exhale
Oh Angel it is thy that is in sacred stone
That came to me in flesh and now thy flesh is gone
Johnny Sumler
June 17, 2011
Angels In Cemeteries
Categories:
financed, death, life, love, mysterydeath,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
We had a car, not many did,
financed and fuelled by bread and jam,
food deprivation that I hid
from jealous kids who’d mock the sham;
pride misjudging as a winner
Ford denoting "Forfeit dinner"
So while, no doubt, they envied me
I lusted their hot Sunday lunch
as they inhaled mum’s recipe
for dishes needing bite and crunch,
whilst dominating our car trips
my salivating yearn for chips.
Categories:
financed, car, family, food, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
L.
funny how someone you barely knew
when you were younger,
can be gone now &
in retrospect, the horror of such a
young passing, can shake you
in the present---
for with beautiful beryl eyes &
a gorgeous smile,
accompanying the confidence &
wherewithal to confront a cocky
young male who thought his *****didn’t
stink,
she lit up the room &
only later did she begin to fade
when the doctor discovered that she
had breast cancer &
at 22, she hadn’t a dollar to spend on
health care,
in this wonderful 1st world country that
refuses to create a universal system like
that of England, Canada, France or
Australia---
i remember hearing about her older brother &
younger brother, who were both in local
bands, putting together a benefit concert
to try & raise the money necessary,
an innocently naïve notion if there ever was
one, but they loved their sister &
though so many did come to give,
by the time, in months,
the procedures were financed,
the cancer had spread throughout her body.
Categories:
financed, life, cancer,
Form:
Free verse
With so many black and white
divisions, how many of us are willing to take a photo with someone of other?
The majority will raise their hands, but show
me a photograph with us cheek to cheek,
skin on top of skin, and that is when real healing will begin. Don't say you love me,
if you aren't willing to let the essence of who we are blend.
We are a bankrupted people. Financed by our prejudices. Sell me on the idea of how rich we could be, by you touching me. You can not know me, if aren't willing to hold me. Sometimes I wish we could have a black and white affair. Your skin and mine.
Categories:
financed, black african american, inspirational,
Form:
Prose
On guard
Weapons drawn
Razor edged dialogue
Cutting deep into the last breath of affection
Words spewing like acid,
staining our masterpiece.
Colors melting into gray
bubbling with the sounds of disaster
"Fu*k You's" crescendo
into the odor of hate
Your Teflon tongue spills explanations
with non stick sincerity
A reservoir of "I'm sorrys"
burst into a flood of tears
You become a one woman waterfall
Your love was financed
Compounding interest
Loan shark terms
With a heart that carried a second mortgage
I'm the victim of foreclosure
Left empty, blindsided ,cold cocked
From your drive by lie
Our love now crippled and maimed
Searching for a handicapped parking place
Categories:
financed, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Free verse
Those feeling unsecured,
who be in brokered deal need,
listen to this vary interesting message carefully
I got what you don’t have,
but what you want financed desperately
You most certainly can get it from me,
this promissory promise
gets my profit lending approval
My actuary guarantee ... you can bank on it!
I’m a giver of usury
And I take no pleasure
in taking your vital possessions —
The necessary things you and yours
need to survive
But I most assuredly will repossess them
should you not comply
To the fine print agreement
that was co-signed on the dotted line
I’m a giver of usury
For every dollar you borrow from me,
I will want two returned,
vary quickly
I am bound by the loan shark code of honor,
to bite the hand
which fail to repay me
This is the default judgment
agreed upon by you, with much debt gratitude
Signed in sweat and blood
to receive the money
In the long run,
I made you so short-term happy
In deed, I am a giver of usury
Categories:
financed, money, philosophy, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
There is greed that guts a forest
And the ocean's briny span
And will lay a sprawling pipeline
Where the cariboo once ran.
It will force big debt on students
And beguile them with the ruse
That the jobs come quick to graduates
In whatever field thy choose.
Workers straining to accomplish
Every pile-on added chore
In the name of competition
Yet they earn not one buck more.
Products made for obsolescence
And sore financed to the hilt
Giving little satisfaction
As we know just how they're built.
Governors will speak of progress
And new programs with a heart
Soon just horse-trades for more power
And the Press will play its part.
There is more in each endeavour
But sad little will improve
As the bottom line of business
Cracks the whip and gives the shove.
Yes free enterprise we call it
Golden brain-child of the West
But I sense value for value
Suits our souls and cities best.
Categories:
financed, anger, change, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Hot Pot hold discards punctuality
Daddy's dinner waits for her arrival
Wave eruptions push sensuality
Faithful fund chef clings to their survival
Amazed, restrained, Romeo of Ocean
Baby drips sweet dedication's poison
Pork concoction mixes magic potion
Car salesman harsh crumbles in kiss cloy zone
Hands on her shoulders, hovering near tears
Pledging, is it genuine, game so fresh
Marriage and love lasting infinite years
Kitchen affection belies arrangement
Seven hour pork stew, beach stretch surfers viewed
Swallowed soft as his heart of servitude
29th August
Redifining Financed
Categories:
financed, august, beach, cry, giving,
Form:
Sonnet