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Premium Member The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas' ...
          And with finances dead,
               No black number lasted -
     Turned Rudolph-nose red.

My wallet, 'twas empty,
          My plastic, quite maxed,
               My bank account, zero,
     My credit - gone, axed!

My back, like my money,
          Was spent and inflamed ...
               The gift-wrapping mess
     Put a landfill to shame.

The stockings were jammed
          With a slew of odd junk,
               Tho' I don't recall WHAT,
     (Being just short of drunk).

I'd hung them with care
          'Bove the fireplace, but ...
               They all smelled like smoke,
     With the flue frozen shut.

My goodwill was doomed
          For the shape it was in,
               And my patience had left
     With the last of the gin.

But bless all the guests,
          They slept like the dead,
               (Our sugarplums spiked
     With pure Panama Red).

Perhaps I could sleep now,
          Sans nightmares and fear,
               Left dreaming the madness ...
     Of Christmas ... NEXT year.







~ 2nd Place ~  in the "The Night Before 2" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.

~ Poem of the Day ~  featured at Poetry Soup on December 7, 2019 - thank you, Admins!
Form: Rhyme

Pray For Protection

Pray For Protection

“2 The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find protection. He is my shield, the power that saves me, and my place of safety.“  Psa 18:2 NLT

Pray For Protection
For yourself and your loved ones.
You need daily protection
From the evil that comes.
Satan comes to pull you down,
Demotivate and destroy.
You need protection in this battle;
God’s army to deploy.

Pray For Protection;
For your safety and your health;
You require protection for your home;
Your finances and your wealth.
Pray For Protection
From the devil’s many schemes.
He’s created a million or more,
Or so it actually seems.

Pray For Protection
For your loved ones’ welfare.
Pray for their health;
Their safety and daily care.
Ask the Lord to show you,
For what you need to pray;
To preserve those you love,
Each and every day.

Pray For Protection
For your nation and its leaders.
Pray for their guidance and honesty,
And freedom from slander.
Pray for your church
And the folk in your congregation.
You can really make a difference,
When you Pray For Protection!

© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue	
www.maureenlefanue.com
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Pursuit of Reason

a single setback
prelude to an avalanche
health, friendships, property, finances
lay buried in angst, waiting for a thaw

life gone awry
paranoia intrudes
beast with talons scrapes the bones
behind each corner it waits

chameleon of many faces
anxiety’s confusing design
apprehension overcomes the victim
when perceiving camouflaged predators

who goes there
friend or foe
stomach knots, eyes tear
prey trembles in the beast’s pursuit

elusive is the light
that leads from the valley of trepidation
where tentacles of anxiety
choke the breath of reason




*February 23, 2019


Premium Member What Has Happened To Gods Old Fashioned Women

What Happened To GOD’s Old Fashioned Women?

Women who were careful how they spoke and didn’t use
profanity to get their thoughts across.  Who loved their
husbands and children and their GOD.  

Stay at home mothers raising their children well and respected 
their husbands and worked at having a loving home.

Old fashioned women who were careful how they dressed,
and did their best to keep their children safe but in
line with the rules of the home.

Sometimes, mothers and their children went to pick beans
and berries to help out with the family finances and
with school clothes.

Women who supported their children’s efforts at 
school by attending their plays, games or recitals,  
but, realizing all the while that then, the schools were safe
and moral.

It was a different time then, it was a more peaceful time
where neighbors were friendly and helped each other
by keeping an eye out for intruders and any other danger.

I can remember several young mothers who would go to 
the park with their toddlers and watched them play
together.

Also, I can remember my mother passing along clothes
down from among the three of us girls, hemming
dresses, making them over, or making new ones.

Mothers who did canning and preparing the family’s
food for the coming year.  Doing yard work and
landscaping and dressing up the yard to make it beautiful.

Of course the breakdown of the American home has
come about by divorce of so many couples and families. And then
there are couples having children without the benefit
of marriage which has brought about a total 
breakdown of the American Sweet Culture.

I am remembering to, hearing the sound of church bells
ring Sunday morning telling all of us to get up and
get ready for church.  There is an old saying, “The family
that prays together, stays together”!  

Lastly, that is the country and feelings that I miss but, 
times have changed and we REALLY need to look
up for our REDEMPTION DRAWTH NEAR!
JESUS IS COMING SOON, ARE YOU READY?

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings
2/19/19
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Three Teeth

three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious 

beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds 
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice

as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain 
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness

a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy

more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence 

unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities

free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised 

mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place

a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically 

teeter-tottering restless to repress pain 
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide

prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache

shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy

creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble 
like the city's plundered storefront windows

filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading 
...three feeble canine teeth remain 

10-8-2023

Dead End

...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.

The chasm of their lives together
broadens with each passing day,
echoes barely audible
now rattle in a death-mask play.
He spends his time in retrospection,
trying to ignite the flame,
all the tinder is but ashes,
all their tenderness a game.

Passing in the hallway, they will
glance away in silent grief,
post-it notes and conversations
miss their mark, the practised thief.
He concerns himself with models,
crafting planes no one will see,
for an unborn son or daughter,
generations not to be.

Would a child have made a difference?
(would that he were strong and able),
tiny sneakers, matching socks,
another place to set at table.
Living with an empty feeling,
she tries not to blame or doubt,
busies with the darning, dusting,
looking for a quick way out.

Finances keep them together,
stocks and bonds, annuities,
the only glue that holds the airplane,
slim and thin prosperities.
Fifty years, and inching slowly,
they will not be One with God,
separate, they make arrangements,
he cremated, she to sod.

There was happiness and laughter,
lo, those many years ago,
back before they wanted children,
the physician told them no.
They are dead and gone, I'll warrant,
separate, and in repose,
Heaven opened, they crossed inward,
What they said? God only knows.
Form: Verse


Dead End

...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what once was fertile,
love's become a dying art.

The chasm of their lives together
broadens with each passing day,
echoes barely audible
now rattle in a death-mask play.
He spends his time in retrospection,
trying to ignite the flame,
all the tinder is but ashes,
all their tenderness a game.

Passing in the hallway, they will
glance away in silent grief,
post-it notes and conversations
miss their mark, the practised thief.
He concerns himself with models,
crafting planes no one will see,
for an unborn son or daughter,
generations not to be.

Would a child have made a difference?
(would that he were strong and able),
tiny sneakers, matching socks,
another place to set at table.
Living with an empty feeling,
she tries not to blame or doubt,
busies with the darning, dusting,
looking for a quick way out.

Finances keep them together,
stocks and bonds, annuities,
the only glue that holds the airplane,
slim and thin prosperities.
Fifty years, and inching slowly,
they will not be One with God,
separate, they make arrangements,
he cremated, she to sod.

There was happiness and laughter,
lo, those many years ago,
back before they wanted children,
the physician told them no.
They are dead and gone, I'll warrant,
separate, and in repose,
Heaven opened, they crossed inward,
What they said? God only knows.
sad
Form: Verse

My Wife Is An Alien

(This is a fictional poem)

My wife is an alien and this morning she laid an egg.
She may be green but she has a great pair of legs.
She has two large antennas that are on her head.
She's smarter than Einstein but she's lousy in bed.
The egg will hatch next month and when it does, we'll have a little tyke.
It will be half human and half alien, I'm scared of what it will look like.
My wife is ugly and people usually scream after they've seen her.
We just got in a big fight over finances and she bit off my wiener.
We were deeply in love but now she's my foe.
If an alien proposes to you, you'd better say no.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member - The Last Organ Grinder -

    The young mother died,
    before she could hold her newborn child
    Paternity was unknown
    the secret his mother had never shared
    The boy was cradled in the arms of his grandmother
    they were aged poor people in the countryside
    a few chickens and four cows in the barn were all they had

                              no prosperity
                    gossiping at the child's birth -
                          bite thy sinful tongue

    Characterized by tight finances and little food
    The grandfather found hope in the hopeless
    The economy needed a boost
    In the wood shed he found the antique organ grinder
    Polished it shiny and gave it fresh colors
    Life was not meant to be lived in wealth
    the organ pipes were still breathing …
    gave hope for a simpler everyday life
    Every afternoon he took it on his back
    and went his way with heavy steps
    it was jingling coin that drew him
    ... a shame to live on alms

                             daily health and toil
                   the poor man's pride and honour -
                            hope in his tired eyes
Form: Narrative

Premium Member A Fundamental Concern

I am aware of the dangers of being judgmental 
When it comes to the so-called celebrity “faith leaders” 
However, calling them out, in my opinion, is elemental. 

I cannot understand how they can bathe themselves in luxury  
Talking about the lowly Jesus and his teachings 
At the same time, milking those living in abject poverty. 

While most of the world’s population are hungry and cold 
These perfect examples of hypocrisy and opulent greed 
With novel political connections become increasingly bold. 

Television evangelists have access to the homes of the masses 
Selling listeners worthless, blessed doodads and trinkets 
Under the laws for religious exemption, avoid paying taxes. 

Astonishing statistics revealing some of their astonishing worth 
Make me question whether some of these “preachers”  
Would consent to their own life-changing regenerative rebirth. 

Their finances come from those least able to contribute 
Whose hard-earned money winds up in their deep pockets 
But this, you can be certain, they will hasten to dispute. 

One of these evangelists is said to be worth over $40 million 
Travels in his own airplane, preaches a prosperity gospel 
His palatial home (he owns two!) is worth over $10.5 million. 

The richest “man of God” I will not name--might get sued, 
But, it is said he is worth over $300 million dollars, 
Flies in his three private jet planes, sometimes comes unglued. 

Beware, beware the nefarious dealings of these rich hypocrites 
Whose nebulous prophesies over time have never come true 
They will surely be held accountable for their media-age blitz. 

Written March 27, 2021
Form: Rhyme

I Have To Do What I Have To Do

Working two jobs to support me
It is not easy
God gives me grace each day
Great jobs, both are office setting
Sometimes can be stressful
If I let it be
Continuing on working, that's me.

I earn my pay
I do my day
Off to the second job after the first, right away.
Some weekends a time to rest
Relax, enjoy, daily tasks
Business-Minded invest.

Another long day
Working to have what it takes to live nice
Yes, can be overwhelming to
But, I have to do what I have to do.


Great salaries, I can pay my own way
Until this day I manage
All finances balanced.

I thank God, who gives me the strength
Paying my bills, including the rent
Working the two jobs is only temporary.

A nice place, with a nice view
Dependable transportation too.

Paying my tithes
Attending Church
It is worth it, off to work.
I have to do what I have to do.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Overexposure

Setting limits --
a wonderful idea
  for small children

Limit their exposure to languages
  One language is confusing enough

Limit their exposure to computers
  They'll turn into anti-social introverts

Limit their exposure to the natural world
  So much dirt and disease out there now

Limit their exposure to family finances
  They'll have time for that later in life

Limit their exposure to fun and frivolity
  Life is so serious these days

Limit their exposure to people different from them
  They need to build a solid foundation first

And do not do what the Romans once did
Do not toss them on the side of a mountain
to see if they survive ~
  Limit their exposure to sides of mountains...

Our God Is Able

our God is able to provide all of our needs
for it was in us that He planted His very seed
no matter what's happening in life no matter how hard are the days
God is able to keep us uplifted as we journey on our way
in the midst of the storms in the midst of moments of despair
give God all the glory that you are even still here

during August 2011 we went through a lot of stuff
an earthquake, a hurricane and then flooding water enough is enough!
many called on the name of God and many cried out for Christ
but why when everything is going good God's not a part of their lives?
what many fail to grasp is that God is always here
and we need to talk to Him daily not only in times of despair

for our God is able to keep food on our tables
our God is able to keep us upright 
to maintain and sustain us through each day and night
and if you woke up this morning give God all the praise
and if you have a job in this recession let your hands to Him be raised
and if your children are doing just great 
go and worship Him in any house of faith
God is able to maintain all that you've acquired
and give Him the thanks for fulfilling your desires
just don't think that this world is all about you
for it was by the grace of God that you pulled through
and if you're blessed with a pension of a 401K
give God the thanks that it came your way

our God is able to keep us from falling down
as our faith in Him keeps us on higher ground
so grab on to the hand of God let His glory manifest in you
stay in the presence of God and follow the path designed for you
and when your money gets funny and your change becomes strange
let the blessings of the Lord get your finances rearranged
and when it comes to finding that soul mate in life
let the God who is able send you a child of Christ
bow down to His wisdom, bow down to His authority
as you allow His glory and majesty to come unto thee

our God is able to keep us from going astray
so in life it is unto Him that we should pray

Bernard's Writing To Esther By Vera Polozkova Translation

Bernard is writing Esther: "I have a family, a nice shed,
I always take the lead and have never in life been lead.
In the mornings I walk Jess, at night I drink rum, eat bread
But when I see you - can hardly breathe as if I'm already dead."

Bernard is writing Esther: “I have a pond nearby,
Children run there to swim, but often lie
That to swim. I’ve seen it all – Singapore from bird’s eye
From Iceland fjords to Somaly ore plies
But if you are taken away from me – I would die.”

Bernard is writing: "Income, finances, audit,
Jeep with a driver, stereo sound with voice of Edith,
And a thirty percent discount at favorite bar -
I can drink with no cards or cash or credit.
If you look me in the eye - God's staring from afar."

Bernard is writing Esther: "I'm forty eight like others of beau monde who are bald,
I recall who I am with help of visas, passport and driver's license - I'm old.
Flooded trench pit, nuclear grave digger scolds,
Subordinates like ninepins - I count their heads
But if words were also a currency,
Then you're out of my word league, flag of red."

“My little girl, you are just as beautiful as Banshee,
You’ve come to tell me I’ll die but not yet and not she.
Don’t write me, Esther, please don’t write. You’ll see
It's that I would not possess enough soul,
My old tired soul has been savaged by me.”
Form:

Tithing

A dime out of every dollar, a penny out of every dime;
I only want My children to give Me what is Mine.
I blessed you with a job, it pays good wages too!
And all I ask you to give Me is the ten percent I am due.

I promised you in My Word, that I would bless your finances,
If only you would put me first in all your circumstances.
If you would acknowledge Me in all of your ways,
Then I will give an increase and bless your remaining days.

If only you will trust Me, and believe what I say;
Then bring your tithe and offering to My house today.
I'll open up the windows of Heaven and you will plainly see,
How to prosper and be successful, and be a blessing to Me.

I am waiting for you,
I am just around the bend.
And when you make one hundred;
Remember, I am only asking for ten!!
             GOD
Form: Rhyme

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