Best Greenbacks Poems
I must here expound of ( the Bradbury pound ) so bear with
Me 'soupers' and even share this around..How treasury notes, can any Nation re-deem, its a ladder to exit your
Countrys debt; (thats obscene!) And your treasury's know full
Well how' debt free funds can be put' into action yet the
W E F does not want them to open that book.) How your
Green back dollers are wilting; wasting away..' So i advise you to do
Your research and get your 'emails or even letters off today'
For in Britian a barrage of such soon begins.' Call on
Your representatives to (expose the treasury's sins)
rachel reeves, in the U K, is to be called to explain' why Britian is stuck in a debt trap..It will soon be given her plain.'
And the same in America, in Australia in the world.' Why not
Recognise our debt free assets.?? Its time insanity is
Adjourned.! Or better still cancelled..Like the bi-monthly
Trips to ( Basel again in switzerland ) strange? that country
Never takes a hit !! Yet most countrys reserve bosses go
There time and again.' Where they take un-recorded instructions
( on keeping countrys in schtuk ) with impunity and rapaciousness these ( un-known ?) banksters plan raids..
Boosted by war fundings hook.. Its really that grave.' Like evil
Funeral directors they appear to be moved, by such acts in
Bergen belsen or aushwitz; or many such places so cruel'
They profit from sympathy..And plan the next scheme be
It covid or monkey pox? Or there was thelat 'dark winter theme? Yet there is an antidote ( and its you; people you!!)
So get cracking with the emails..' and you'll finally break
Through.) Break through to financial stability and a world
Of less pain.?? Its all now.! Or never' (Or be happy with nothing )
Just let that sink into.' our brains.)
dang,
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
killer-diller
khaki wacky boycrazygirl
a spiffy hot damn hoofer
during the dark hours of WWII
and the devastation
followed with
unrestrainedjubibilation
beat me daddy eight to the bar
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
franksinatracrooner
singing grandma put on her stompers
she was a babydoll soppysappysharp
a spiffy hot damn hoofer
worked in a factory
building partsforairplanes for the boys
no siree bob she was not giving up her job
she had
dreams
a white picket fence
in the
boondocks
grandma was-
a spiffy
hot damn
hoofer
no gobbledygook she told great stories
of what it was like
after the war forthetroops and all
pin-up girls like Marilyn Munroe
Elvis
Roy Orbison
Jerry Lee Lewis
drive-ins
fancy wheels ovaltine
casablanca goingmyway its a wonderful life
for whom the bell tolls earnesthemmingway
it was a time of attitude
no fuddy-duddy she had the gams
met grandpa doingtheswing
they had no lettuce moolah greenbacks
but they
were over the top
stuck on glued
bonkers in love oh grandma had
no fear of saying hi-de-ho
he said hey sugar are you rationed
dang
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
killer-diller
kacky wacky boycrazygirl
take a gander withyourpeepers
at this thingamabob poem
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June 2, 2015
Free Verse
Inspired by the slang of the 1940's
For the contest, Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk, sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
First Place
Ever wonder why we giggle
How exactly does it start
What makes it uncontrollable
Perhaps it's a silly fart
You see a goofy stranger
Like a dude from outer space
Before you can say Frank N. Stein
You're falling on your face
Giggles are quite intangible
You can't buy them at the store
Worth buckets full of greenbacks
Some gold and so much more
You're in a state of euphoria
Trying to stay calm but can't
It's a tonic for whatever ails you
When ants get in your pants
© Jack Ellison 2012
Ever wonder why we giggle
How does it exactly start
What makes it uncontrollable
Perhaps it's a silly fart
Giggles are quite intangible
You can't buy 'em at the store
Worth buckets full of greenbacks
Some gold and so much more
You're in a state of euphoria
You try to stay calm but can't
It's a tonic for whatever ails you
When ants get in your pants
Ever wonder why we giggle
How exactly does it start
They say it's very good for the soul
And does wonders for your heart
© Jack Ellison 2012
Vase of red roses instead of
fondue
Gilding my White Lilly not pudging
with stew
Cache of sterling poems rendered
In lieu, greenbacks not tendered
Blue carnation her jaundiced face
to clue
West coast, east coast
This question is for you in the waist coat
What about us in the mid-west?
People like to boast
Pork and beans and roast beef
And other simple stuff
Like dumplings and toast
All the things that perish with the eating
Sleeping through productive meetings
I know you think I'm tripping
But get a grip
I'm also guilty. No kidding
You ask me how I know all this
And the answer is simple
I saw you sitting under the fig tree
Go figure, you are the whiz kid
But in a moment I'll clue you in
You say people look like trees walking
Singing twisted lyrics about feelings
You say you just want to make a killing
No hard feelings
It's all about the Benjamins
Images of bags filled with greenbacks
But I doubt it, and I'll tell you about it
Some are drowning
Runaway notions about emotions
I see you loud and clear
You'll have to know I'm not far but near
You keep on causing commotion
With your explosive concoctions
Contorting misdirected souls
She sang beautifully in the choir
But is now hooked on synthetic fire
Unfettered thoughts and desires
I hope you feel my ire
Tooting horns and screeching tires
Choo-choo, there it goes
Iron centipede
Runaway train speeding across town
Stop the world I want to get on
Collection of lost souls chasing a lost cause
Moving fast, hurtling past, grabbing about
Hoping to get their name announced
Jostling for their name to appear somewhere
Stop the car I want to get on
Get me on the fast track, I'm going nowhere
Stop the train I want to get off
My times shorter than a Butterflies Lifespan
I sold them quarters at a time and I tried them
Chased them down with Vitamens
Never bowed down to an idol
Oh I don't forget on the coffee table is a Bible
Have you ever seen a demon the size of a Dinasaour
Well I cut em down when i slice the sword
Sleep with my Sheild of Faith on
When I'm angry hatas stay the F@#k out of my way
I'm ready to blow em up like Blum at the quarry
Don't you think i have been nice too
Well i will flip the switch if they entice me
And even though I don't like fighting i will at the drop of a hat
I'm begging for a mofo to knock some sense into me
A Seashell comes with these three
JMC, Well I'll take em to AMD
Give em some treatment they been needing
Oh wait this ain't the season
I perfer them to have bigger demons
Well I'll feed them like I feed the phienes then
To me it ain't nothing to my inconveience
Well I switch up, I'm endebted to her and I will pay it in flesh or blood
I'm bringing greenbacks back it don't matter
Theres a rock sitting here in my sling shot
And you know I ain;t ashamed to say Gods my rock
NO! I'm not at all hesitating
My mind is strong, I'm pulling chrome
Coming home and coming
Dice these ho's up take em over the scales and sell em as shredder feed
Oh! these boys gonna feel the shrapnel coming from my Bombshell
I go behind enemy lines and i sneak up behind them
And i would love to go to war with him over here the forest is lovely
But now you see I'm being calm i'm controling my anger
There's three greenbacks in my pocket
Most I have had was ten
This cowboy's life don't make you rich
The green is pretty thin
Now I could take my three dollars -
An' that's the whole dang pot -
Then ride to town and have a beer
Or maybe I might not
Think I'll ride home and take a nap
Monday's sure to foller
Prob'ly spend it in the saddle
Sittin' on three dollars
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The Good Book says we must oblige,
By the Law of the Land we must abide.
And you know I'm trying to do my best,
I gave up the powder and the pills and the rest.
I traded my barstool for this old recliner
And I don't mean to be such a whiner
But please don't take my bud.
I gave up the whiskey, the beer and the gin,
Stopped paying the price for the wages of sin.
I quit running down the road in the middle of the night,
I'm not looking for trouble and I don't want to fight,
So please don't take my bud.
The Indians really had it going on
As they sat by the fire and passed 'round the bong.
The magic of the peyote button
Cannot be dismissed as merely nothing.
It's Nature's finest remedy
For whatever ails your sanity.
So please don't take my bud.
Don't take away my meager stash,
'Cause I'm getting pretty short on cash
And my dealer won't front me anymore
Until I lay some greenbacks at his door.
So don't you touch that bud!
Green grass crunching under his toes,
Green peas steaming into his nose,
Green shamrocks flowering his lawn,
Green beer chugging making him yawn,
Green tea sipping all morning ,hoping to cure.
Green money flowing foolishly to promises un pure.
Greenbacks so beautiful paying unjust deeds
Green turning into greener days of greed.
Comin' in, his names Mitt Romney Candidate Presidential
Make a little wish and throw your savings in the well
Say's he's gonna drag the US back but drag it back to what
Back from the Economic brink or back towards the missing link
Girls get in line for the kitchen sink
Su Imigración solución? Hacer Ingles el lengua oficial
Must 'ave forgotten his granddad was an immigrant as well
The old Chiefs must be dancing at the hypocrisy of one lot
Of American dreamers telling the next lot they're not aloud to dream
His great granddad was King of the LDS (Latter Day Saints)
Repeal undo cancel out all Obama's done
All good Americans buy a bible and a gun
Repeal undo cancel out Obama's best
Don't agree with what he says
You must be a ****in' terrorist
Rom's approach to the Economy
Is to print a few more Greenbacks
Undo what Obama's done and
Abolish Corporate income tax
He's into wealthcare wealthcare
Forget about your healthcare
Stop blugging from your employer
Buy your own god damn insurance
Or get yourself a lawyer
On National Security his favorite topic
He says don't get me wrong
It's worth talking to these people
But if they wont listen to Salt Lake sense
We're not going to talk for long
The Republicans star Quarterback's
Crystal clear on Social Issues
No abortions
No pink weddings dear
No stays of exicusion
Repeal undo cancel out all Obama's done
All good Americans vote yourself a Mormon son
Repeal undo cancel out Obama's best
Don't agree with what he says
Are you strapping plastic under that vest
So allow me to reiterate
Should The Rom win the coming election
We'll all be getting ****ed by his
Presidential ******** the
Charlton Heston looky-likey's grand plan
Is to help the Mormon Church expand
He'll be sucking the Corporate shlong each day
Even though he hates the gays
And look out Iran its time to invade
The Romnater's leading the Mormon Crusades
God bless the Republicans
Romans 13:1 - “The authorities that exist have been established by God”…
Though that seems more of a facade, long shot and a fraud from a world long gone
Since sin no longer seems fiction in this depiction of friction with biased predictions
An election... with no intention of protection for the derelict despite respective messages
Seems like these cycles are a hit-miss of plot twists and taut fists that obscure who God is
But we make no connection that contention from our own predilection sows dissension
And without intervention comes resentment, we need spiritual direction
But instead of resting in God’s embrace we attack others with a verbal mace
while we brace our own heart for impact, still intact, rate of pace faster than light in space
We’re caught up in the race but instead should race to erase the rays of hate from our own race.
Why do we debate the debates as we relegate and castigate with hate, then demand a rebate
or hammer their manner like it’s grammar, then try to conjugate what they obfuscate
Our minds are lost in space while propaganda confiscates our thoughts of late
Then traps them in relapse, perhaps inaction would produce the largest fraction of satisfaction
But our thoughts are funneled and fueled into to a brew of psychological stew
so heated and cruel it boils over derision and division, it’s no wonder we have tunneled vision.
Then when the door unhinges, pops open, it’s rigged with bigoted dissonance, explosives
that spring from an ocean filled with commotion from springs of offense overflowing
because we dared to confused fact with opinion and reasoning with motive
America caught between a persona gargantuan and aroma of pantsuits and emails scandalous
The purposes of service is not to deter with private servers or privates and perverts with backers
in reserve or greenbacks in reserves, we reserve the right to deserve more than this disservice
So when we venture into this realm of guesswork where conjecture is turned into adventure
When the cyclical turns visibly unbiblical with violently physical intervals fueled by the visceral
Instead of surrendering our heart’s rhapsody of magnitude into apathy and lassitude
...let us pray for strength to maintain a God sustained attitude of positive aptitude
I will weep my heart out,in the shade!
There won't be an end to Roe vs Wade!
Abortionists need dead infants's tissues
For a "vaccine" and our government does not tthink that, an issue?
Death, blood clots, you get, they do not care.
You, in a tomb, they get their greenbacks share!
Ah, that vaccine shot in your arm.
The dream that only you and nobody else, protected from harm?
Integrity is on grand holiday.
People so frightened, even will give their lives away.
Of side effects, we never hear.
We joyfully roll up our sleeves and go out later for an ice cold beer.
From sheer fear and phony medicine, people,shall never stop.
Easier, and no thinking to get a shot, is it not?
No due diligence, on your part?
Just hope andget the magical, infallible, arm dart!
Never told once…it destroys immune system and heart.
Thus we avoid anti_vaxxers, that most dangerous lot.
Freedom of choice! No not for you,
“My body, my choice” reserved for only the pro-death crew!
6~7~2021
lithium
element of exploitation and mayhem
used in rechargeable batteries
prevention of Alzheimer's disease
spacecraft and nuclear reactors
advanced war weaponry.
They say a trillion dollars' worth
is under the blood and burn of Afghanistan.
It was never about whacking bin Laden or democracy
It was all about greenbacks and kickbacks.
Xi is now licking his lips
There was a woman named Honey
Who didn't have lots of money
in fact
she only had
enough greenbacks
for one designer hat.
But she was very discerning
and she found a hat that with a lot of turning
She could wear this hat many different ways
Over many different days...
See the hat in TangeneNicole's store on Etsy