Best Foreclosures Poems
Well, I see that Congress is proposin' another trillion dollar spree!
Those inept buffoons must think money grows upon a tree!
The treasury is crankin' out bales of twenty-dollar bills,
Doin' their part to cure (and inflate) the nation's many ills!
Funds were 'loaned' to help carmakers, now they're hollerin' fer more!
A ton of dough was 'loaned' to banks, but ain't nobody keepin' score!
Millions was designated to help home foreclosures to abate.
Where has my money gone? I've seen minimal results to date!
Funds are proposed fer more sand fer the beaches of New Joisey,
And city officials want a water park out west in frigid Boise!
Frenzied lobbyists are scurryin' about fer a portion of the pork,
To build an emergency landin' strip on the Hudson in New York!
Money is probably well-spent fer roads, bridges and agin' sewers,
But spare me the cost of subsidizin' sports arenas and sozzled brewers.
Lack of foresight by the banks and politicians got us in this mess,
Now they cover their boondoggles with my money, nonetheless!
Hordes of politicians gleefully gather at the bottomless trough,
Elbowin' others fer largesse they claim will make us better off.
Is there no end to compensatory spendin' and open-ended lendin'?
Hey! That's my money you fellers are so very inept at spendin'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
foreclosures, funny, political, money,
Form:
Rhyme
President Barak Obama has an economic stimulus plan
to move the nation out of this financial quicksand
with foreclosures and jobs lost the situation is depressing
over $700 billion to get us out of this recession
but I know that all my help comes from the Lord
and God won't let me write a check that I cannot afford
the God who made Heaven and Earth has never let me down
the God who created me won't let me financially drown
He is my source, He is my strength, He is my right hand
and since money is not the god I serve I trust in His stimulus plan
for I know my God is able to keep food on my table
I know my God will always come through whenever a bill is overdue
I know my God is up to the task to give me all that I ask
God's spiritual stimulus plan is my daily bread
infused with His promises that keep me spirit-fed
and no matter how dire my circumstance
I turn to God and He extends me a branch
for greater is He who is in me than what is in this world
and greater is what He has promised me than anything from man I've heard
He suffered for me, He died for me, His blood was on the cross
there's nothing He won't do for me so I won't suffer anymore loss
the joy of the Lord is now in my hands
my God's spiritual stimulus plan
and even when my back's against the wall
the God I serve won't let me fall
and even if my 401K has diminished
the God I serve will replenish
and even if my stock portfolio tanks
the God I serve has a full spiritual bank
exceedingly, abundantly and above all
the God I serve will answer my call
in all things, in anything and in everything
there's nothing that my God cannot change
my God is able and on His word I do stand
trusting in Him to revive me with His spiritual stimulus plan
Categories:
foreclosures, faith, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
We ask God’s blessings for food we eat;
those who toil to grow it deserve our prayers too.
In 1985, Farm Aid musicians took their beat,
rocking in donations for those who grew
in debt, not just crops, as mortgages came due.
Mellencamp cried out, “97 families lost 97 farms!”
Just the local tally of the Reagan years' unprecedented foreclosures
that threatened the nation’s bread baskets, sending out alarms.
Farmers’ financial disclosures
were bloodied by high-risk exposures.
We ate the fruit, but cursed the price.
Bounty still filled the market’s produce section,
even as running a farm became a roll of the dice.
A Kansas tornado would have had less convection
than growers who were denied debt protection.
Bailout money was tossed to the auto maker,
where corporate jet vacations sparked ire.
But farmer suicides climbed, blood on each acre.
A national famine might have transpired
if to save farmers, rock musicians had not conspired.
Inspired by John Mellencamp’s Farm Aid song “Rain on the Scarecrow.” An Indiana farm boy, Mellencamp recruited Neil Young and Willie Nelson to organize the first Farm Aid concert in 1985, raising awareness about the loss of family farms. The Farm Aid concerts have remained an annual event over the past 29 years, and as of 2014, the organization has raised over $45 million to help farmers. I chose this song because it demonstrates the social consciousness of rock musicians.
Song is at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joNzRzZhR2Y
*Poem written November 8, 2014 for Kelly's "I Love Rock and Roll Contest.
Categories:
foreclosures, farm, music,
Form:
Quintain (English)
"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~
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Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!?
A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories....
Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day upon day
Finding but, these mostly barren tainted walls; no repreives and no relief; vacancies
This continuing onslaughts never ceasing to slay, the spirit of a living hope ~
Until one day the precious heart so finds, no more air left to breathe; condemned
Slowly, it dies....
Depicting cycles repeating themselves once more as, deeper, into the mire they fall
Beauty desperately countering within; framed moments to stem, these portraits; illusions
Painted upon the canvas of creations reasons not knowing thus, nothing to win and or, lose?!
Destinies foreclosures; deposits towards the paradigms of, signed sealed and delivereds
Reciprocating affairs, amid the not so magical mystical mystery tours; misled....
Ponderings upon the reparians reflective waters; refrains perceptions; lost in the muse
Bleed me a river please and then, break me in two, time and time and time, again!?
Quondam sleeping now as, waxings cankerous sores somehow, speak their tolls
Tomorrows, priceless tears....
Diagnosis being it so hopeless then, let us gather in what we can, while we can; deja vu
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The house, of fallon dreams?!
Note: Smile ~ I was listening a bit earlier to the song, "Beautiful," by Mercy Me & I thought
About certain lives & souls so, painted them a poe ~ "My 'Love & Warmth,' Always," John!:) ~
Categories:
foreclosures, faith, happiness, hope, life,
Form:
They travel
Distances
To work at the new factory
At the mall
To sell
To persuade
To show
To ring up sales
To stock shelves
And keep merchandise neat and attractive.
Customers
Look
Touch
Examine
Feel and perhaps
Buy.
Standing on their feet
Workers wonder
How does an
An $8.00 an hour job
Minus benefits
Zero coverage
Negative career
Compute
In their lives?
Their parents had jobs
Some for thirty years
In a real workplace
Free from outsourcing
Goods made in China
High unemployment
And foreclosures.
The store mannequin tells workers to break it up
Back to their counters
To do what they’re being paid for
But there is much more beneath the surface of his words
A threat
Real or imagined
The workers listen
Because there is nowhere to go
Nothing else to do.
In the new economy.
The young have energy
To organize
To demonstrate
To petition
For real change
Time is on their side
For a better tomorrow.
Categories:
foreclosures, life
Form:
Narrative
When life takes hold of you no mercy given
Foreclosures popular , the new age to walk ..driven
When your nerves are shattered
The home you live in seems scattered
Just breathe ~
children don't understand why you can't give money on the daily
life feels cold and The bills are unbearable to open it seems
When there is not enough food in the pantry for all
you feel you are losing as you begin to fall , loose sight of dreams
Just breathe ~
All these things are a test , every breath that counts.
It's the faith, and will to live , as anxiety mounts
In your darkest hour just call on his power
with the help of God above , you will surmount.
just breathe ~ just keep breathing
" Just another day in paradise Contest "
Categories:
foreclosures, age, care, caregiving, confusion,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Time passes slowly as I wander the streets
Gas and food prices soaring high
Cars towed into the middle of the night
Foreclosures stealing neighborhoods ,
Soup kitchens provide free food
Jobs are scarce, illegal immigrants are not
Overcrowded tenement buildings with attitude
Drug lords , gangs and pimps, decaying city ruins
Gun shots heard everywhere, bodies litter the streets at high noon
Nature pounding on the doors of civilization
The line between man and beast grows thinner
Storms rage thru the night , the end in sight
Time passes slowly as I wander the streets
Categories:
foreclosures, social, night, night, drug,
Form:
Free verse
The world we live in is no joke.
Everything we have is going up in smoke.
The world's money is tight,
foreclosures have no end in sight.
Bankers gotta make deals
Car makers can't grip their wheels.
The world is at war and still there's no cure
for cancer that knocks on our door.
Our world is in trouble ,we need help on the double.
If we don't stop now and throw in the towel,
It isn't a joke
that we'll end up in smoke.
Categories:
foreclosures, change, conflict, corruption, environment,
Form:
Free verse
It seems you could never stay out of a casino.
As soon as you got paid, that is where you would go.
Your life became dependent on the roll of the dice.
Each crap table visited was as cold as ice.
Your financial ability was shrouded with doubt.
The money evaporated with each seven out.
With meeting your obligations, you didn't give a damn.
You got yourself in quite a financial jam.
Bill collections, repossessions, and foreclosures clouded your life.
Gambling was cutting you up like a knife.
Each day was an experience with monetary strife.
Those episodes are what decent people dread.
You must not be feeling pain now that you're dead.
All you have left are unpaid debts and liabilities.
I am forced to scatter you cremated ashes to the breeze.
Categories:
foreclosures, bereavement, death, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
POEMS THAT MAKE NO SENSE—2
their flesh bears no scars
only coldness forgotten
and bizarre
never pealing layers
of bleeding hearts
no strings attached
just beings from
odd spaceplaces
dead and dying to
be done with it
all in all their souls
are very still like
blotting paper
absorbing the pink
and blue emotions
of litmus reviews..
Blank…
landscapes on which to
pursue frightening
invasive
disclosures
thin lines of
multiple
foreclosures
mirrors unsheet
forgotten relics
of exposure
in shattered
gutted
shutters
© Kim van Breda—8 October 2o15
Categories:
foreclosures, character,
Form:
the water in the teapot is boiling &
the top is rattling---
as the hot steam begins to bubble out
the piercing scream is coming---
14+ million out of work
no universal health insurance
foreclosures upon foreclosures
(just in time for the “holiday season”) &
the
99%
have
had
it---
while the mainstream media does its best
to avoid the happenings within the belly of this empire,
it is unavoidable now,
as those who are out of work
who cannot pay to see a doctor or pay for their loved ones to get
proper hospitalization,
are on the brink of throwing caution to the wind,
like kamikazes ready to suit up
like a gurgling sickness in the stomach that the 1% refuses to try &
medicate,
but then again,
we’ve had enough of the band-aids---
it’s said “you shouldn’t try & fix what isn’t broken,”
but it’s time to revamp that saying
you should break what you cannot fix,
you should break it & throw it out the window &
start from scratch---
this is where we are headed.
and everyone knows it,
because the escapist tendencies of the 99% are fading,
primarily because those who would choose to, can no longer afford to &
what is left is a people at the end of their ropes---
within days of troy davis’ execution in georgia,
anwar al-awlaki was executed in yemen,
making it quite clear that the lions are on the coliseum floor &
those that have been chosen to be eaten alive for the
entertainment of those that have the money & leisure to watch
are just the beginning.
giggling up high in the stands,
those who have profited from this steady downward spiral
seem to be on autopilot,
walking through the undisturbed routine of their days as if nothing is going to happen,
as if those events that have taken down longer standing empires in the past,
will not affect them.
if when it all goes down,
we will be incarcerated at best
like those 700+ on the brooklyn bridge,
rounded up like cattle for a few shocks & a branding
(in hopes they’ll do what they’re told),
or in the worst case,
be executed ourselves as a result of an inevitable
clash between an armed public & those that have been
depriving us of any real chance at long term survival
under these conditions,
well, one would be a complete idiot if
they did not throw up their fist in the air
NOW!
Categories:
foreclosures, life, time, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Turning the parchments pages
Of this tearstained scroll
Bombast tales, never, have I ever spoke
The writings of palladians life, unfolds
Beyond the reasons and beyond the rhymes
And beyond this once somnolent night
In front of the crowds, I have stood
Bowing toward these everbearing eversions
These sombered encores, for the disemboweled
Deafened ears and emptied eyes
The hues, of crimsons splashings
Gasping for breath, these souls of the plight
Blinding foreclosures, of what might have been
Sprinkled and shattered, shards of images
Dreams, that once were, now, splattered in red
Palladians parchment, of a ghost with no home
"Forever lost"....this light, this plight, this night
The night, of the living dead!
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......The Scroll.......
Categories:
foreclosures, visionary
Form:
It's dark, and gloomy, and gray
The pall of the world shed tears on the grass
The cloud is a curtain all day
Winter is coming, the foreclosures won't pass
I long to sweat again in May
Florida is more sand than clay.
Categories:
foreclosures, nature
Form:
Verse
Wake up, wake up and look at the facts,
We are funding the terrorists and setting up ourselves for their attacks.
In 1999 a barrel of crude oil sold for less than twelve dollars a barrel and that’s the truth,
In less than ten years it skyrocketed to over one hundred and twelve dollars, now
that’s uncouth.
We are supplying the ends to our on being,
We are being wrecked financially is what I’m seeing.
Our financial system is starting to collapse from the strain,
Look at all the foreclosures across the country, use your brain.
OPEC is having their way with us and where are our leaders, don’t they care?
They need to stop this madness that is so unfair!!!
They have us where they want us but they keep hollering for more,
We are the ones that set them up, and I think it’s time we even the score.
We are going to have to suck it up, and bite the bullet,
What ever the measurements we can get through it.
Ride the bus, share a ride, whatever it takes do it in stride,
I may be down but I’m an American and I’ve still got my pride.
We are acting like sheep being led to the slaughter,
It,s time we start taking back what is ours, for every mother, son, and daughter.
Let it be known that you have had about enough,
If push comes to shove we are Americans and still can get tough!
Categories:
foreclosures, angst, political, visionary, time,
Form:
Verse
add inflation & unemployment stats,
(its highest level in 28 years)
an absence of universal healthcare,
(its highest level in 28 years)
foreclosures, lost pensions, dead 401K’s, etc.
(its highest level in 28 years)
&
(its highest level in 28 years)
you get a whole lot of angry people
(its highest level in 28 years)
waiting for something to happen---
(its highest level in 28 years)
are you ready for this?
(its highest level in 28 years)
are you gonna save up all your strife &
(its highest level in 28 years)
pretend that it matters when you walk into
(its highest level in 28 years)
the ballot booth on 11/2/12?
(its highest level in 28 years)
gonna try & make yourself believe that
(its highest level in 28 years)
those in power are gonna save you?
(its highest level in 28 years)
that they are going to have a sudden change of
(its highest level in 28 years)
heart---
(its highest level in 28 years)
and suddenly they will just feel sorry for the rest of
(its highest level in 28 years)
us &
(its highest level in 28 years)
wash us all over with their cash
(its highest level in 28 years)
allowing for the 99% to get
(its highest level in 28 years)
just an
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itty
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bitty
(its highest level in 28 years)
piece of what the other 1% has?
what does it take to wake you up from your slumber?
gonna go to your priest,
(its highest level in 28 years)
when he’s not raping little boys &
(its highest level in 28 years)
beg him for help from your big imaginary friend in the sky?
(its highest level in 28 years)
is he gonna help you?
(its highest level in 28 years)
you think you have an ace in the hole,
(its highest level in 28 years)
something that can be drawn upon at the last minute---
(its highest level in 28 years)
well,
(its highest level in 28 years)
the clock is ticking &
(its highest level in 28 years)
the index is rising.
Categories:
foreclosures, life,
Form:
Free verse