Best Financial Poems
Hard work sleepless nights
Financial problem that sometimes don't be right
But you got to stand tall and fight the fight
You no your dream is on the line
For you have long to be on top
So now that you start there ain't no stop
Drama and pain all that you have to sustain
Thinking it's now your time to reign
Friends turn enemy greed that's greater than the penalty
Money that moves man turn they enemy to memory
Mistrust between colleges
Criticism behind your back if something goes wrong with the little dollar you got
Finical treasurer the one that gain hate the one that gain trust the one that's responsible for all the above
I understand this
Without lenders there are no borrowers
Without borrowers there are no gain
Of debt multiplying
And without debt
No one can buy nor sell again.
For everyone must want
And makes things
Accessible like products
Spilling, and spilling
Into the endless blackhole
In chase of satisfaction.
For much tax must I sell my vote
Please cut my tax again
I need it for collateral
To edge my loan
My spending keep increasing
It is the drug of the market
The drug of the market
Sellers meeting buyers in my mind
Please cut my tax
And if get broke providing services
And you still need me
To surrender my individuality
To this polity that is the state
Sell some bonds, sell some bonds
Then borrow too from tomorrow
Oops that was slip of the pen
I will not say that plain again
Just print more with power I gave you
But you will not give me back again
Wait, did I do that
What was I thinking in my madness
That has no memory now?
This bond between us is going to be broken
You never cut the tax of the poor
The rich don't hire here any more
The banks are only collecting
Nobody is lending
It is sinister what I feel
Can a man dream for real?
Forecast upon forecast no profit see
Who will tell our fortunes
When crystal ball and goose is dead?
Poor jack, poor jack
His bean stalk etiolated against the sun
Fried like an egg upon the fire.
I listened to a so called expert as he stated the obvious on TV
Defending bankers and politicians and their reckless spending policy.
With a straight face he told us it was really all our own fault,
As we didn’t stop them being dishonest with our money in their vault!
We can’t expect banking or governments to do as they are paid,
For a moral compass, is something missing within their pay grade.
Well what can one say; I mean to expect such a fine thing,
With all the rewards and responsibility these positions bring.
Imagine honesty in financial business, a bit much to expect.
As the expert said,” It’s the citizens fault that the country is fecked”.
[Mother] Mary, our Mother
Wwe know that you are our Perpetual Help
Not only in our spiritual need but in our material need as well
With humble hearts and childlike confidence
We beg you to help us in our present financial stress
Due to foreseen circumstances
We are now in dire need
Since we cannot meet our just debts
Dear Mother
We are not asking for health or prosperity
Merely for help in satisfying our pressing obligations
You are the queen of heaven and earth
And as such
The dispenser of so many favors granted by your Son, Jesus [Father Christ]
We know you are most kind
Generous to all your devoted children
Loving Mother
We plead with you to obtain the financial help we so desperately need in our present situation
We thank you
Dear Mother
Promise to make your perpetual Help known far and wide
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 7022018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
The HIGH hope/ Financial FREEDOM
There one meets oneself
To offer everything
You lost it, you lose yourself
To bring it
It runs and goes round
It's silent and makes sound
Wanna make full mama purse
I am dying for it to get bless
The wise say Freedom is not free
the wise is me
But financial freedom is Pandora's tree
To grow wild, to be the shade and shadow
Setting the mark to look up and below
The love of money lets faded my purity
And not having it puts me on the casket of inferiority
I die today to rise above tomorrow
To share the tear, to clear Mama's sorrow
To have a bunch of it, I will set myself for the death raw
I felt like a garbage collector standing on the corner
Hustling so hard money for the shower
Our life is fitly when the hope is up
Am the man of the hour and rise above the crap
liberation operating eternally Unfolding a world of light
bright ideas no penny to start lost gaze in the sight
Am gonna be alright ….
Cause financial freedom is the hope
Cause that's the trophy I want to cope
Dope hope...the imagination of empty poke
stay inside your house
that would be my life.
let someone else become a lawyer
a teacher a doctor an artist a writer a
i am under a blanket.
i am inside a television.
i hide in your sugar and popcorn.
from the outside, we are simple.
laughter is not hard.
no one suspects a thing.
yet within, it is cool and quiet and
hollow.
utterly
empty.
the occasional drifting wandering thought
waves hello or
drags at your flesh.
no one will bother you.
you will sink, unperturbed
to the trenches, the
(dregs).
and if you are lucky,
the fish will come to knock on you
and listen.
it is dark down here.
i don’t mind.
i wish you did.
i wish you knew.
my ears pressure pop
and my heart adrenalin pumps
and my skin shakes, ice cold hot
and i can’t speak, but, oh well.
my pride will carry me.
i have heard
of lantern fish in the deep
and sharks that don’t bite.
and maybe
you don’t have gills after all.
maybe,
you’ll think,
maybe, i’ll go to college.
>Austerity (Financial hardship)
Where has all the money gone?
Sounds like the title to a song.
If of course it was a hit.
Folk would spend money on it.
Not in cash, would it flow!
But plastic credited numbers flow.
Into someone’s bank account you know..
Not mine as that is down quite low!
But where has all the cash now gone?
Our government provides I am not wrong!
Many coins are minted and notes printed too.
Have you still got a few?
A lot still goes now to the EU.
Oh yes it does. I’m not kidding you!
Electronically, it does go.
But where does all that cash flow.
Government and councils are cutting back, on what they spend.
Migrants send it abroad, to families or friends.
Some spend it on drugs and drink.
But surely all that cash they do not sink.
So I will ask all day long.
Where has all our cash gone?
Charities now close their doors.
Sick or ill children are now ignored!
Yet still the Royal Mint prints and mints.
Those notes and coins I know they do!
So what happens when it’s produced?
I have so little, have you too?
In days of old it travelled around.
Staying in GBs people’s hands..
But where is that cash now to hand?
Less is available, less is around.
Surely it has not all gone overseas
Our plastic fiver could float with ease!
Coins would sink they would you know.
And paper notes get soggy and would sink down low.
Of course that last verse I don’t believe
I wrote it just as a tease.
All I really want to know.
Is where does all our blinking cash go?
failed relationships,
broken pieces of people
left on the pavement in
memory, burning forever,
crushed inside so many
different ways that all the
king’s horses & men wouldn’t
have a ****ing chance &
then too boot,
poverty sets in,
where once someone climbed to the
top &
then was stomped down,
piled upon &
stabbed with debt
that could never be paid if
a thousand lifetimes were to be
lived &
this is how one picks the scabs,
this is how one sticks their finger down
their throat to vomit up whatever
is left of them,
this is how we forget we are human &
harness the indiscriminate animal inside,
this is how we find the anger to
obliterate,
thanks to all the
would’a beens,
could’a beens &
should’a beens.
Never Neglect 2022 Financial Goals
Miracle Man’s Opinion
12/29/2021
It was that time of year, while thinking resolutions,
we surveyed our problems seeking possible solutions.
We thought anything’s possible, if together, we had a plan,
We made goals not wishes covering a long term span.
On one bathroom mirror I once listed these goals,
both were reminded daily as each played our roles.
We checked net worth yearly, leaving no areas gray,
still thinking early retirement at an opportune day.
But early retirement would require more than saving,
so as novices we started investing money made slaving.
We understood that risk was commensurate with reward,
so we invested weekly in those things once explored.
Soon we were investing in things having more risk,
checking progress monthly storing on a floppy disk.
Often things went against us and didn’t make money,
but we stayed with our goals until they turned sunny.
The stock market is like baseball, some days produce doubt,
“You win some, lose some, and some are rained out.”
God has blessed us greatly and we’ve learned a few tricks,
enabling both to retire early, me at age fifty six.
The whole world's condition gets much worse.
Even rich countries experience
worries and difficulties
because of poverty.
Many families
are affected
and rigid
with sad
state.
Think money not hard,
For faith commands things to come,
Just keep soul on guard.
Hub bomb bin hubble emotional wreckage
tell tale signs of internal war
ah, there moost be lifelong conspiracy
afoot for a Galician voar
try as I might to Lyft myself
out of penury...this Uber
scribe reckons way back when,
my life took a irrecoverable dee tour,
tis neither pity nor philanthropic succor
this poor man asks,
but just the chance to roar
(albeit within structures of silence)
shaky psychological scaffolding
built from shabby and poor
Scottish matted Harris tweed
material re: mailhouse order
(same as me bartered bride)
assembly required blueprints defied
comprehension, and thus...only my
into whoosh shin as singular guide,
which puzzling quandary sorely
tested frustration, I could not hide
overstressed mental cogs, and
wheels issued steam from inside
the bowels (ah... oh...
moving) within this, nor
thorn prickly human being, more
or less condemned to live
in this mancave, where folklore...
I don't believe that bupkis,
about some hoar
rubble, but...nonetheless,
yours truly unable to account
for this...friggin landmine miss fore
chin, where nuttin boot
this misanthrope jammed
in a hole like EEyore
moost all bajillion years living in the dark...
as if... yeah thrust in the core
of a black hole, thus
the best available
explanation given destiny did ride
me roughshod into the maw of despair,
now no matter these gnarled
arthritic hands unable to...
ugh...heave ho...grunt
purportedly nada so easy slide
anatomical pieces together
according to schematic
drawing, aye tried,
hence best this crabby hermit vied
to be condemned remaining separated
(since birth), sans
webbed world infinitely wide.
Some day maybe, her wistful entreatment
another life
in some alternate time
perhaps with the reaping of my dreams
to gathers these echoes of portent
and make of myself more than strife
not to feel burdened by any means
to discover in myself, who I really am
She lay back beneath a glittered sky night
from gentle lips breathed a ponderous sigh
all bound to the dice of chance
these stories of ourselves we settle for
in rue exchange for our hearts
look at us, just look at us all destined to this fight
this struggle, this preponderance to daily get by
and none of us can sing, none of us dance
all too busy acting out our preordained parts
Her tear rolled to the cheek of a shooting star
do any of us really know who we really are
we play this stoned face poker game
and wasted in machinery
as I accept this living drudgery
Eyes beseeching she turned to me
I know I am more, you are more
we are all ripped apart
so undiscovered, so lost
so out, of love
I lay there on the midnight grass
paused expanse of silent stars
listening to her quietly shed an anguish
far deeper than I thought before
Some word of comfort came no offer
some secret of lovers to share relief
but there on the soft bed of earth
beneath the skies dazzled dusted so stars
as a cooling breeze through branches lifted
my heart broke for her
as it broke for me
only my tears to utter
any semblance of an answer
Some day maybe, we will wake from this nightmare
no, she said, we won’t
not if we can’t do it, all of us, together
This is for all the independent women
to clutch your purses
You see, I have to tell you a little story
You see once upon time
on a vacation trip
Met clyde without bonnie
and he decided to trip.
Decided to rob the house on the hill
now I am sitting looking sick
because bonnie and clyde
want my stash.
You see I paid for her home, and charged it to me
I put forth the report
They laughed hysterically
but I will take you back
No that is not history..
My gold, oh HELL No.
But for now I am sure not going to play the housewife with the perfect life
while he plays with scotty beam me up....
He answered no..where is your faith
but I went by my guide.
He can have the wedding but my name is not on the dotted line
Hitting my bank account
it will come with the cross's right-handed thief.
Get rich or die trying I heard is coming out with part two
However I don't think it has been released yet.
However, welcome to my world homie
you definitely are all set.
REPEAT!
The game I play are like dice in a three hour dream...
or maybe connect four
you pick which one you might prefer..
no blur reality homie.
I will see you your house melted by the el nino effect before I lose another dime.
I told them well ahead of time
Having a baby changes everything
yet these hustlers want a free ride on my glass bottom boat I guess.
I ask them where my bread went and they look cross-eyed sick
Now I am about to lose my cool
so I must push my load
to shoulders wide enough to carry the burden.
Loud and clear, ms chick...watched you peek through the keyhole
and pace the hallway.
Platinum is a no no business card must go away.
I don't think I am playing about my funds.
Yes, it will soon be your turn
$120.00 does not equal up to $1500.00
even I can do simple math.
repeat history
this is a clue....
We don't play those games in ft.liquordale if you know what I mean.
Life is not a dream..this is reality.
They do what you say but is it worth
In the vast domain where currencies converse,
Fear and courage in the Forex universe.
It's more than a gamble, a financial ballet,
Diverse perspectives in the trading array.
Risk management, the wise trader's guide,
Navigating currents, where fortunes reside.
A dance with volatility, charts unfold,
In this market tale, stories untold.
Autotrading robots join the scene,
Executing trades with algorithms keen.
Yet amidst automation's calculated might,
Human insight still steers the night.
Institutions play a role profound,
In the Forex orchestra, where echoes resound.
Their moves, a ripple in the market sea,
Shaping the currency symphony.
Bigger whales, guardians of vast wealth,
In charge of exchanges, controlling the health.
Platform prices dance to their sway,
In this financial theater, night and day.
The market, a canvas of highs and lows,
Where fortune's river in complexity flows.
Yet amidst the chaos, a mantra remains,
Risk management, reigning over gains.
The Forex tale, a narrative complex,
A blend of skill, luck, and market reflex.
In the midst of uncertainty, traders persist,
Navigating the currents, in the market's twist.
In the vast domain where currencies converse,Fear and courage in the Forex universe.It's more than a gamble, a financial ballet,Diverse perspectives in the trading array.Risk management, the wise trader's guide,Navigating currents, where fortunes reside.A dance with volatility, charts unfold,In this market tale, stories untold.Autotrading robots join the scene,Executing trades with algorithms keen.Yet amidst automation's calculated might,Human insight still steers the night.Institutions play a role profound,In the Forex orchestra, where echoes resound.Their moves, a ripple in the market sea,Shaping the currency symphony.Bigger whales, guardians of vast wealth,In charge of exchanges, controlling the health.Platform prices dance to their sway,In this financial theater, night and day.The market, a canvas of highs and lows,Where fortune's river in complexity flows.Yet amidst the chaos, a mantra remains,Risk management, reigning over gains.The Forex tale, a narrative complex,A blend of skill, luck, and market reflex.In the midst of uncertainty, traders persist,Navigating the currents, in the market's twist.