Best Foreclose Poems

     Fool's Gold


     We cherish Autumn days when Summer goes...
         her landscapes of bright colors do amaze.
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Autumn Royal

We cherish Autumn's gift when Summer goes;
its fire of red and ginger scenes amaze.
The beauty of those brilliant hues foreclose
the thoughts of Winter gloom post Autumn's blaze.
Rich amber, cinnamon, and pumpkin haze
stretch wide for miles along the country lanes;
a lovely glow we hope and...

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Heaven’s Doorway

Heaven’s Doorway is open wide
All are invited in.
There’s just one prerequisite—
To be free from the taint of sin.
God’s love and mercy
Provides the appropriate attire;
Your surrender is all you need;
The faith that leads you higher.

Heaven’s Doorway leads to happiness
And joy forever and a day.
With streets...

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MIDNIGHT 

The hands of the clock show midnight is near
Will tomorrow soon show itself here
As midnight descends tomorrow's not close
Promise gone
when time clock's hands foreclose 
Finding tomorrow is chasing shadows
It's elusive as wind on endless meadows
Tomorrow is the mist in morning dawn
Intangible but yet a...

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Little I ask, my wants are few,
I only wish a roof and home -
a simple one this man will do
   that I may call my own.
To within its walls live and age
with a memoir to fill my page.

Plain fare is all I need...

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There is a pathway called Lonely Road
That every mortal in solemnity walks.
Its ruts are deep from life’s grated load,
And tales of woe echo there as if a pox.

You have walked it in hours of despair
And so have I, world-wearied in extreme.
As we walk we litter...

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No’s


Talking to themselves in the third person
Detached, separate, 
ominous—a stilted nuance that does want to know  
Abrupt attention spans lashing out as the deadends foreclose
Cutting back on all the backslapping
Having wanted to believe all the
smooth lies and all that crap brings
Devolver minds snapping
Struggling to...

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A Problem
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Worry
Tormenting minds
Over having low cash flow.
Threatening to foreclose on home loans.
Homeless.


Form:  Cinquain.
©  November 2009...

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Mother in the kitchen stirring a batch of lemonade,
Children in the wheat field hide and seek is what they play,
Father in the shed tinkering with his little trains,
Grandparents listen to music talking about the evening rain,

Years later mother drinks to time and the end of...

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EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties, 
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery. 
Promises become unfulfilled, 
And the expectants turn to wail. 
If we choose to talk about that,
Nothing would be considered by heart.
It's still the same old tale without doubt,
Of...

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Did I hear them sing Hosanna, yesterday?
What did you drunk them on
For the passover feast is not real alcohol
Did you call them to repentance too
So they before your heaven comes
Could settle old scores with you?
No priest nor prelate told them
The meaning of the covenant you...

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No particular rhyme nor,
reason explains to boot
within mind of this (boyish
looking) ole coot,
why sudden flashback didst

kickstart metered metrical foot
when during bout with anorexia nervosa,
I did not give a hoot
analogously harried and swiftly kicked
with barebones styled tailored jackboot.

Said eating disorder, sans
self starvation arose
without explicit explanation
this grown...

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Just sign here please

I just received the foreclosure letter
the foreclosure letter
my God is this really happening
no one is coming to save me
don't they know
if they would start lending money
people would put me to work and
they wouldn't have to foreclose
yeah, I know
there is no one to...

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Oh Happy Day

Financial crisis
the Dj's sold out to the man
oh happy day on the radio
collective karma is the God they believe in
while Mammon teaches his machines to use phones
bill collectors and spam salesmen are calling
voices without souls
equity
and the bank wants to foreclose
billions of dollars for...

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Of the orb I speak in awe
Of the Moon with its slender claw
Finite in size, elysian in presence, there to watch
Crop the doubt, step up a notch
As is he - facile princeps - a sublunary prince,
Devout and intense ever since
The days of deportation from Attica...

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