Best Financing Poems
Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.
Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.
I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.
Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.
Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.
Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres
Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they do what they are told.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
aka Ron Wilson
I work hard at work and then at home
In the bathroom is the only place I am King of the throne
There is such a thing as a honey do list
And at work so much to do, no time for bliss
I did something that I know I will never regret
I went and stole a portalette
It fits perfect in the corner of my back yard
I notice the neighbors outside working real hard
We negotiate an admission fee for them to use it
I put up a sign that reads Enjoy it, but don't abuse it
I hire the Chicanos around the corner to add some graffiti
I took advantage of Zero percent financing from Sears to install some central air
and heating
Next summer I will expand it and add another wall
This will be where I will have a spa
I just put in cable tv to provide entertainment
Now my friends want to steal their own portalette
I told them construction sites are probably an ideal place to get one
I tell them to check and see how full it is, because spilling it ain't no fun
If it is full, complain to the Site Foreman so he will get it emptied, thus, making it
easier for you to handle
Be careful of the methane gas, use a flashlight, not a candle
Odo Ban works better than Febreeze
Try to place it under some shade trees
It will keep the temperature inside moderate
Take pride in your newly acquired portalette
If you treat it right, it will provide you with this one thing
It may not happen in your own home, but in your portalette you can always be King
But now you get into the issue of His or Hers
Another visit to the construction site may have to occur
Another holiday has come to pass and I am no prouder to be an American than when it started.
What are these holidays for I ask myself?
Are they designed for the little man to feel like he’s getting a break from the monotony of
a humdrum workday. Rest him up and throw him back to the dogs or is it about big money. Seems everyone is having a sale or going out of business sale. These furniture stores go out of business more that a nickel bag crack seller on a Wednesday night on the Jersey Shore. Can you imagine working for one for these slime ball opertions? One day you got a job, the next day who knows. How does that conversation go?
“Hey listen Margaret, we are having another sale.”
“Oh no not another sale, is this a going out of business or and everything must go sale?
I haven’t seen my daughter in 5 years since that last everything must go sale. She wasn’t even suppose to be here for the love of Pete.”
“No, no nothing like that we are going out of business but will open again Monday. That thing with your daughter, well those Chinese’s people made us and offer we just couldn’t refuse, you understand.”
My other favorite is the 5 years no interest financing on everything in the store. They know you aren’t going to pay and that one day you’ll get hit up for 36% interest.
And for Christ Sakes where do they get the “actors” for these TV ads? Are they washed up **** stars that couldn’t make the grade or just some fat cats concubine that thinks she’s in the movies now? Look Elsie I am on TV…does that belt make me look fat? It ain’t the belt honey.
So goes another Labor Day/Memorial Day/Fourth of July/Presidents Day/ Martin Luther King Day/….it really cheapens America and what we stand for, and I for one am ready to end this downward slide into the bowels of America and say we combine them all into one big week, yeah Garage Sale Week. Now that’s an American tradition that has stood the test of time!
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they but do what they are told.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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- In memory of the La Vegas shooting victims –
This is a plea piece for peace,
Peace for beloved south Sudan,
War against each other must cease,
That said and done,
Will put off humanitarian crisis,
My lines on this poem dancing,
to the rhythm of togetherness on a daily basis,
Interested parties has to stop financing,
Acts of animosity, atrocity
First World countries need to intervene,
Thousand are becoming victims of negative ethnicity,
Bring to an end war that's what I mean.
The Rich/the Super Rich/the One Percenters.
Then there’s the rest of us,
The Disappearing/Shrinking Middle Class.
Our “good paying “, American Dream financing jobs gone,
Overseas.
The Chinese/Japanese/Indian/Korean/Malaysian, etc. have them.
We are left to grovel/slave away at many PT “jobs/employment”,
We work all kind of ridiculous hours for even more ridiculous rewards,
At the same time watching the American Dream slip away, being taxed away, shipped away. The dream is taking wings,
taking majestic and dramatic flight like the Bald eagle, proud symbol of America.
And the number of the poor, that we will “always have with us”
Is steadily whispering, calling out, shouting out to us-
And in the gesture of come on down, they extend an invitation to us
Come join us, come “eat cake with us”
You can exercise the right to just lay down and die with us,
Then the Money Changer Bankers and Crooks that are continually rewarded,
Can just roll us up in a blue tarp, and into an empty ditch,
step over us in their Armani shoes, keep going and never break stride.
And their Bought-and-Paid-For US Congressional Representatives,
And State/Local ones as well will see to it,
That left behind family/loved ones will not receive,
Any so called governmental assistance that we need,
Though we paid for it with our taxed-to-death money.
And we will end up in an unmarked mass-grave ditch,
And finally be out of the way of the folks who are really in charge of
The American Dream.
September 21, 2013
How desperately dull my dreary life.
I wonder will I ever woo a wife.
Working wearily the whole day,
how can I hope to find a way?
I'll book a break before long.
Learn to lilt a lovely song.
Dedicate myself to dancing.
Soon, she'll come along.
I'll sweetly sweep her off her feet.
Make out we were meant to meet.
Kneel upon one knee and say.
Honey, how about our happy day?
We'll wed on Wednesday after next.
I'll book a boarding that's the best.
We'll sail the seas and spend our savings
financing a funnymoon forming babies.
McRaccoon had a plan to steal again… He would usurp all the theatrical arts.
No holding back, mind running high on ambition, he’d rule Vegas, from the start.
He would dominate Sigfrid and Roy, with only a plan and his illustrious, smarts.
But he needed our help… Did we dare help out? Or would he break our hearts?
When we heard the plan… We cheered him on…He really was so very amazing!
Riding high on a dream… He could win with his scheme, and the right connections.
So GrandFather Troll, made a quick call… to Norway… and all of his relations!
After a time, deals were struck; contracts were signed…yes, for use of their dragons!
Now, backers were found, financing his show, with first pick on the strip, as a bonus.
We couldn’t believe, what we were about to see, Dragons were coming to Vegas!
For a year and a day, he’d have his own way, but, naturally, we’d monitor his boldness.
After all, they had to get here, without incident, so preparations had to be flawless!
Publicity well known, and security in place, MCRac rode into Vegas on the dragons.
He and the Trolls set the dragons down, amid applause, and yes, jets circling above us.
The President, allowed nothing less, to protect his people, he admitted to being cautious.
Instead of danger, found… the dragons allowed everyone to touch them, in celebration.
The Trolls were there, to make sure everything went well, as Hollywood bowed asunder.
And McRac, signed autographs, with a shortened new name more befitting, his grandeur.
Finally, everyone won, McRac was set for years, and our worries, had been unfounded.
The dragons, you know, are now publicity hogs, and frolicking, so don’t miss the shows.
Our actor Trolls, who flew in with McRac, are the hit of the strip, in their very own show.
And guess who’s got the best seats in both the theatres?
To Sigfrid and Roy: your show must go on. But, if you can’t beat us… come… join us!
And to all else, I’ll be home, at Troll Lake… as will the rest… sooner or later.
Growth,
For the growth of African global economy
Many African governments thought to have financial
bank which can be financing
most African mega-projects
as they don't have decisions
or holding shares in MFI bank
It seems as some western banks
failed them with fake promises
when they needed some financials
for many projects.
Growth,
They asked for the reform of MFI bank so that
African representatives may put their money
To hold shares for benefits
of fifty four African countries.
The African mega-projects which many leaders
Focus on now are
- expounding Barrage Inga in Congo river to supply electricity in almost twenty African countries.
- And modern railways from Capetown
" South Africa to Cairo " Egypt.
Growth,
Many African leaders are persisting with
the point of the reform of governments
systems as some western leaders
still thinking of neo-colonisation
whenever African matters
are discussing in many international summits.
All fifty four African countries are independent
but they don't have representatives
in the United nations security
council which is highly unlikely.
Growth,
Many African countries could be growing economically
by now but there is a stumbling block in World
oparating system.
Some Africans leaders pushed the agender
of New financial architecture where governance
and decisions are not in the hands of few people.
New financial transaction taxe at global
level whereby all the Countries will be paying
And the resources must not be controled
by the World Bank and MFI bank as
African leaders don't have final say in those institutions
So they wish an other institution of Equals.
Growth,
African youths put much pressure
on the senior African leaders to leave powers
as they seemed not working well.
Then many African leaders came out of their silence
in the recent international summits
of " Russia and France"
My Boys
Your mother, I am, forever and always !
I love you both forever and in all ways !
I have been, both mother and father !
I have been there, to nurse your wounds,
both physical and psychological !
I have been there, in your times of sorrow,
to kiss away all the pain you were feeling.
I have kept a roof over your heads !,
long after you should have left the nest.
I have kept food in your stomachs.
I have, long after you should have been self-sufficient,
paid for your entertainment ( phones, cable, internet ).
I have ended up paying for your cars, car insurance !
As men who should be taking responsibility for yourselves,
I should no longer have to sacrifice my financial freedom,
in order to help you as I have – financing your businesses,
paying off the debts you incurred doing business.
After they failed, I lost my financial security,
and to this day !, I have never been able to recover !
The list goes on and on my dear sons and so, where do we go ?
As men, it is time to let go of my apron strings !
As a woman, with grown children, it is time !,
time for me to stand up and take off the apron
no matter ( for all of us ) how much it stings.
It seems to me, you, as middle aged men,
I am still being a slave to motherhood !
It is time for us to let go of past expectations
and move on and look after our own needs !!!
Your Mother !!!
B. J. “A” 2
June 27th, 2014
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they but do what they are told.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they do what they are told.
Form:
When is enough enough?
What doesn't kill you just makes you tough?
I agree fifty percent
Sometimes I wish for a simple life in a tent
Creative financing brings worlds to shambles
Dead presidents kill the earth and destroys animals
I really want to bring a child into the world
I don't find this one suitable for my little boy or girl
Now humans are defined by a chip or stamp
Watching computers replace humans makes my heart cramp
Confidence of our race is shattered and they're hopeless
They want to be heard, but don't feel important enough to carry their voices.
They don't maintain
They post selfies looking vein
Online diaries of millions visible to millions
Then get mad cause it's available for internet villains
Go to a movie
The scene starts to get groovy
Because this theater doesn't have the commercial reminder
Someones cell phone screen lights up like fire
Cell phones are security blankets
They're our binkies
Our dolls
God forbid your different and don't answer all calls
You can't not answer your phone
It's okay to be patient and busy,
I'll call when I get home.
Working 365 a year
Not worth it unless your interests are sincere
Years go by,
You'll wonder why
Why you never stopped
The money drop never stopped.
It's easy to stay
Easy to keep a routine
Easy to do the same thing day by day
I'm sorry to ruin your little parade
At some point, you'll have to awake
There'll be too much at stake
If you choose to avoid it you'll die
In those last seconds, you'll wonder why