Best Interest Poems
Loaned to all at one’s birth, a life and time,
For some, a life time paying back every dime.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
“TALENTS," WORK FOR THE
MASTERS INTEREST
Working against master’s interest
wise slave not want to do.
Nor should any Christian today
Including me… and you.
Imagine, one talent’s value
way back in Bible days.
Laboring man earn in fourteen years
what silver talent... pays.
Talents were given to each slave
according to ability.
Not like, one mina for each slave.
this time talents …did see.
First slave given five, second, two
to another, just one.
Illustration, shows the privilege,
increase followers…each one.
According to ability
Masters goods, in slaves care.
Should show interest in his estate
build up their…Master’s share.
Even if didn’t want to invest
or diligently trade.
Deposit in the bank so sure,
some interest would be made.
Wicked slave, one who did nothing
with silver that he had.
Buried and hidden, laid idle
didn’t make Master…glad.
Working against Master’s interest
In effect what he did.
Are we in some way doing same
Pray not…heaven forbid!
Working for our Master’s interest
what everyone should do.
Are you out making disciples?
If Christ did…we should too!
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September 21, 2018 copyright
All rights reserved
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
As my years have tumbled by
And I’ve tumbled quite a few
Often, I will contemplate
What I miss and what I need
Yes, the given resonates
Family, friends, all those I’ve lost
Yet, I speak of something else
Once, for granted, now so rare
Especially when younger folks
I should have the chance to meet
Maybe, one of many will
See through veils of dated skin
Maybe one sees value still
Seems that I can always tell
Yes, what lifts my spirits so
Is simply, plainly, interest
School day memories,
Were Maths and literacy,
Did compound interest, you see,
Before decimal currency,
Had no calculators,
Used our brains, good for later!
By: Amy
I need to study, cannot go out...
‘BUT THAT PARTY I HEARD ABOUT!’
I’m so behind, I simply must work...
‘BUT THERE’S A KEG! WHAT A GREAT PERK!’
I have a paper, and test real soon...
‘BUT THERE’S TOMORROW, JUST WAKE AT NOON!’
I can’t take a hangover on a Sunday...
‘BUT THE PARTY TONIGHT’S 281 HATHAWAY!’
I’ve so much concern, my GPA’s sunk...
‘ALL THE MORE REASON I SHOULD GET DRUNK!’
I’ll be too tired, the night gets so late...
‘CAN’T STALL LONGER; THE PARTIES WON’T WAIT!’
Really, grades worry me, school’s been tough...
‘BUT THINK OF THE GUYS, SO HOT, SO BUFF!’
THIS IS TRUE! MY DECISION IS RIGHT!
‘TIME TO GO OUT FOR ONE HELL OF A NIGHT!’
Oh, Empathy,
you divine child of love,
I implore Thee to help us sacrifice our
self-interest
on
the altar of common good
for
only in this way mankind could put aside
their differences and find solutions
for
the benefit of us all!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 April 2022
Falcon take flight
For I cannot
Skim the clouds atop the wind
Carrying dreams on pointed wings
Fly for me, falcon.
Fly.
The door closed as they each took their turn.
Their turn to say goodbye.
Their turn to say prayers.
While he lay in the bed, near death.
She was asked to speak at his funeral.
Was this the inspiration she needed ?
Reflecting on their lives might help
In the healing process.
Late one evening long ago,
A whispering voice called.
A sudden urgency to invite him over
Started it all.
As if they had just got home from a separation
Passion was pouring from their hearts.
They didn't have the courage to avoid each other.
Their touch so gentle, not sexual but sensual.
They knew what was about to occur.
Now this was more than friendship.
With a love so strong a choice had to be made.
Would they have the courage to make the right one?
This special shared love would stay secret.
So what could she say about the man she loved ?
Could she just speak friendly words
About the man whose wife would be front row center ?
I'm a little paranoid
Just like an Android
That's about to get hit by an astroid
I woke up dead
There's a snake in my bed
Beads of sweat dripping off my forehead
Time stands still When you feelin ill
I think I'll take one more pill
Crush it up and try not to spill
Keepin it real you know the deal
I knocked on my friends door
He said nope no more
I passed out and hit the floor
I'm shocked and Disturbed
It was the Craziest thing I ever heard
I ordered some drugs online
They arrived right on time
I couldn't believe they were all mine
I Locked myself in the bathroom
Around noon and then boom
I hear a knock It's the cops
My heart stops
I'm looking at 15 years tops
The interest rate is fallin
But I ain't talkin money... darlin
What I got in mind is always free
I don't care if Wallstreet crashes
Long as I can find them matches
To light that fire that used to burn for me
I run around in see thru teddies
An indication that I'm ready
But you only got eyes for that damn TV
Look around and see what you been missin
While you been busy makin all that dough
My heart is broke and Lord it needs a fixin
You may be rich but your Love is mighty poor
The interest rate is fallin
But I ain't talkin money
Darlin, when you ever gonna notice me?
love, kim,: Just a word, this is actually a piece of a song. My best friend said
" write a song for me", and I asked her "bout what?". She was working in New
York and her eyes fell upon the current newspaper headline "the interest rate is
fallin"...
I want to know what you ache
for
And if you dare to dream of
meeting your heart’s longing
It doesn’t interest me how old
you are
I want to know if u'll risk
looking like a fool for love
For Ur dream, for the adventure
of being alive
It doesn’t interest me what
planets are squiring your moon
I want know if you have
touched
The centre of your own sorrow
If you have been opened by
life’s betrayals
Or have become shrivelled and
closed from fear of further pain
I want to know if you can sit
with pain
Mine or your own without
moving to hide it,
Fade it or fix it
I want to know if you can be
with joy
Mine or your own
If you can dance with the
wilderness
And let the ecstasy fill you to
the tips
Of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning me to be
careful
To be realistic
To remember the limitations of
being human
It doesn’t interest me if the
story you are telling me is
true
I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to
yourself
If you can bear the accusations
of betrayal
And not betray your own soul
If you can be faithless and
therefore trustworthy
I want to know if you can live
with failure
Yours and mine
And still stand on the edge of
the lake and shout Yes!!
It doesn’t interest me to know
where you live or how much
money you have
I want to know if you can get
up after a night of grief and
despair
Weary and bruised to the bone
And do what needs to be done
It doesn’t interest me who you
know
Or how you came to be here
I want to know if you’ll stand
In the canter of the fire with
me
And not shrink back
It doesn’t interest me where, or
what or whom you studied with
I want to know if you can
sustain yourself
What sustains you from the
inside when all else falls apart
I want to know if you can be
alone
With yourself
And if you can truly like the
company you keep in those
empty moments...
patience exceeding the lost madness,
fighting the reign - angry insanity.
vying for control, a dichotomy.
losing to the end - ancient battles,
evolutionary inevitability,
the loss of knowledge,
the death of understanding is at hand.
we are glad to see it go,
waving goodbye with red-clotted sticks
and true love.
All Banks-
In interest,
To invest in interest!
A precious penny for your thoughts,
for five a good cigar.
Prevailing wisdom up in smoke
to regale the nearest star.
Keep abreast of Smith and friends,
but true friends we disdain.
As eager birds beat frantic wings
in sunrise search for gain.
A moron's gold soon disappears,
no noontime meal is free
Roll every penny and they're yours,
on that we all agree.
Shopworn phrases from the past
still speak to here and now.
It's amazing still how money talks-
that final, sacred cow.