Best Invoice Poems
FREEDOM OF CHOICE
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Not gifts nor riches any way compare
With having your own mind, to give it voice
See then your many options and rejoice
That You may wander here and venture there
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Prefer the active to the passive voice
And you will find the strength to counter care
With having your own mind to give it voice
The slave may drink from cup of gold alloys
And sleep in sheets of silk and satin rare
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Beware free handouts for they may invoice
With lost volition, thus they will impair
The having your own mind to give it voice
Fulfil your obligations, then rejoice
Though poverty may seem a threat to bear
The greater blessing is the power of choice
With having your own mind to give it voice
Categories:
invoice, freedom,
Form:
Villanelle
Written: September 29, 2023
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Walking through the corridors of my dream,
Down the boulevard of anguish, it seems,
Breathing in the knell of an unreadable sky,
Haunt Harbinger hypostatization, holding high
Dimly lit guests, snow troopers, and a piano key
Playing a dismal dirge, an internal funeral melody.
Insightful memories on the dark side warn us
Anger and passion, the cusp of nuclear dourness
Letters written in sepia script, a child's scare
In this circumstance, an illustration of despair
A startled, hoary invoice manifests in the mail.
Chaste in Gulag, cognizant of the time roll on stale
Shattering and breaking through the glass box.
The axe grooves on raw wood and blocks.
A misheard song, carefully shattering a splash.
The spear is reflected in the water by a slash.
Hope mirrors shake fate spears to consume.
A rare bedazzlement, a reflection of optimism.
Swords of inertia rattle, eager for consumerism.
But I drudge, unfazed, in this dream, I resume
Where the power of a single act of kindness
Can shatter darkness and bestow brightness.
I walk on, carrying the weight of the past.
But never forget that it won't last.
In this dream, I find solace and peace.
In the midst of chaos, pain, and cease
The blue sky is melting into green.
A symbol of hope, of a raw scene.
Categories:
invoice, analogy, confusion, dream, future,
Form:
Rhyme
The bill arrives; I give a glance
And if it seems correct,
I grab my checkbook, write one out,
The same as you’d expect.
I pop it in the envelope
And choose a proper stamp;
You’ve noticed now that I belong
To that old-fashioned camp.
“Go paperless!” the invoice says.
“Pay what you owe online.”
I’ve always paid the bills my way
And things have worked out fine.
Despite my smartphone, basically
I’ll never be high-tech,
But companies are glad, I’m sure,
When they receive my check.
Categories:
invoice, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
The story is told of a Maori King bold
Who dared cheat the Prince of Siam.
I’ll leave it to you to decide if its true.
But if you're not convinced, at least I am!
This king was annoyed so he filled his bored void
By selling the fauna of his wee land.
He soon grew in fame, none dared speak his name,
He was the richest in all of New Zealand!
But this roll could not last; the fates swooped in fast
With an invoice for arrogant King Frodo!
A prince of yon borders sailed in with his order
For a half dozen snakes and some Dodo.
“The snakes are all gone!” Frodo said with a yawn.
"And we ate the last Dodo last week!”
Thus the king blew him off with a wave and a scoff;
“Look elsewhere for that which you seek!”
But the prince had prepaid! And he screamed out in rage,
“What is that in the cage with the hasp?”
King Frodo’s eyes narrowed, “I won that from Pharaoh,
And that, that’s a two-headed asp!”
“And though its not fair, it is simply too rare,
Now be off or I’ll soon have your head!”
But the prince made this threat, “Dear King you’ll regret!”
Then he left leaving Frodo to dread . . . . . . .
At daylight’s first gleam, you could hear Frodo scream
As he raced to the harbor to spy,
And lo, by the pier was a note on a spear . . .
“Keep my gold! . . . But kiss your asp goodbye!”
For the "Asp" Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
May 7, 2018
10th Place
Categories:
invoice, humorous, word play,
Form:
Light Verse
Sometimes i hit the store
purchase oldest pirates wine on the shelve.
Other times,
i take me out to a classy restaurant
dine mercilessly on the delicacies my tummy can handle.
But most times,
haha!this is my favorite!
I order new sweet scented shampoos and body sprays
right before they hit the shop floor
each for a new day;
to match my moods and feelings!
Oh!and ah,
DHL honking on my drive way
to deliver artifacts is also becoming quite a habit.
People don't understand why
"whats the point?" they wonder.
Why do all that for me?
Some say i am a material gal,
well,
there is no question about that.
But still,
they don't see the logic behind it!
most times,
i used to do it for fun,
to feel good,
to reward thy self,
for therapy,
or maybe,
because i have the means,
or to punish his highness with the invoice
when he doesn't keep his word.
Haha!
Really,
i don't know,
i didn't know either,
not till i realized;
ITS BECAUSE AM WORTH IT!
Am worth.The Tiffany diamonds and Akoya pearls flashing on me.
am worth.The hot air balloon ride across the Masai Mara,
am worth.That skinny dive at the Maldives,
am worth.A leisure shopping weekend in Dubai,
am worth.To be the countess,the duchess,the trophy wife,
am worth.All the finesse.
yeah!
Am worth.That priceless smile and the deep secrets,
am worth.All your appreciation and affection,
am worth.The sacrifice and the commitment,
am worth.Stability and fidelity,
am worth.The tears and the pain,
am worth.your unconditional forgiveness and faith,
am worth.The joy, peace and happiness,
am worth.All your trust,respect and endless love,
am worth.That extra mile, care and attention.
Indeed,
like the elusive 'milky way',
am definitely worth the find among the heavens.
so,
excuse me darling,
i need to sit back,
work on my tan,
and sip this Ruby Rose Cocktail,
because baby;
you know am worth the bill.
yeah that's right!
Am worth your name,
your dime,
your time
and your life!
Haha!
Cheeerrrssss!!!
Categories:
invoice, how i feel, me,
Form:
ABC
Iniquity, impunity, injustice invade Internet interaction
Alongside odious obliteration and cunning coercion
Facilitated and militated with unabashed attention and intention
To minutest details
To misspell the capture of heads and tails
Which in essence sells injustice and slays sails
The freedom Internet users
Ought to enjoy without being the losers
In their contest against data users and choosers
Who profess innocence against their intrusive offence from users
To peel and steal data from users whom data abusers
Ignore, preferring the status not of beggars but choosers and misusers
Who spend colossal resources
To glean data from user sources
In asymmetric interactions and discourses
In which users’ voice
Deprived of consultation channel and choice
Grants no invoice
To stalkers
Hackers
With their technology backers
Ascertain they enjoy monopoly
In mining and refining user data sold to a duopoly
Within their Tripoli oligopoly
To gain and regain the stranglehold
They impose on a user’s household
Where they deprive the user of room to withhold
Permission in any session
Early in his life or late in his pension
Within a notorious dispensation
In which users as victims
Join slave and knave teams
Roasting from scolding steams
As they watch helpless
Their data resource plundered in a place
On the Internet shoe from which a disgrace necklace
Dangles
Bungles
Angles
In shame and blame
To claim a lame and tame name
That boasts of a brutal claim from a dotcom dame
Whose achievement stems from stealing
Stalking, dealing and feeling
Superior upon stealing data and using desecrated data on a sordid ceiling.
Categories:
invoice, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Spirited meeting, don't faint
Real or surreal, it is momentary, as cannot stay long on the same plane
Want to protect from mirthless life's winding chimes
Only if it was easy as mending the book's spine
Rarely lurking demons underneath the bed
Don't waste yourself peeking beneath the bed
Blindfold daydreaming,lines you up to heaped relics of unsung martyrs in a sepulcher
Starkly outshine rabid prince makes shy away the vulture
Never be too soft or daft
Not completely at fault, for programmed specimen of the mightier craft
Amidst the bantering on lease
Just don't succumb to the whisper of inherited guilt please
In summation to any wrong answer
Even rustling waft of your ashes will be sneezed at
Don't plug out the sound of closing doors
Sign to focus on the right one just designed for you
Betide as it was destined
Brush frivolous talk aside as choice is destiny's invoice
Essential to periodical diuresis of precarious enslavement
Rejoice to all sensations, before obfuscated by life's retirement
Categories:
invoice, anxiety, mentor, voice,
Form:
Free verse
The thatch up higher
on the P. O. roof
a touch of home
as not aloof!
I estimate my grain of salt
not of default
what e'er is left
within the vault!
The stamp, still cheap
for all the business worth,
a sentinel of giving
Govee's own gloved reserve!
We lose it so, and then deny
our griping was the reason
not defy
our simple freedom, mails reply!
I bartered not the choice
my family moved
but first had voice
and still conserved, the mailed invoice!
The railroad stood as gain, once here
the building same ~ not premature
an older statute would endure
but P. O.'s regulations pure!
So, if and when, the P. O.'s bust
this small town's future
needing . . . . just
a line or two ~ can still amuse ~
will sure seem empty ~ a recluse!
Note : So Many small towns, losing their little collection stations. Seemed like a
composite of fortune ~ just that small letter, or personal note. Even an unpaid
bill at least got to you, to your own hands. With the composite of money handlers
savings are being trafficked into so many schemes. I loved those old buildings, and
the friendly tellers, from down home. They made America dignified!
Categories:
invoice, community, farewell,
Form:
Light Verse
SILENCE!! The sea screams with rampage
The air combating with feaces and garbage
The sound of beasts rattling like victory over carnage
What a world, so sooty the atmosphere with great rage
Where am I? I could hear the voices of silence
The shores so deserted, dressing like imaging of great tense
The argument between the trees was the only scenery with real sense
I was in a world ready to devour me with her pretense
My mind ran so fast to overcome this anonymous mistake
My body automatically became a member of field marshals, planning an escape
My archaic shoes began to imitate the awesome speed of the cheetah's display
But the world was so smart to counter my reactions and leave me dismay
Suddenly, my emotions were welcomed with a strange but familiar noise
The sound jumped into my bereft brain and identified these words
W-A-K-E U-P!!! It was the exalting salutation of my mother's voice
Was this a dream? My mind unrest with the possible certainty of this invoice
Categories:
invoice, adventure, mystery, world, sound,
Form:
Free verse
You were not celestial Cupid, and because they
Are wounded; you were most than those earthly ghosts
Brought down hearts by becoming Tartarus’ mastery;
That was purified by sufferings and misfortunes;
Some striking with long orgasms or others become honorary beasts.
I was Cupid before you when my home was a bursting wing;
O born in chains, and tolling in mental torment,
And for the first time, the pallid soul of dead love returned, and showed
Such bloody law of loving by me;
O enlightened me with bitten breasts,
The realm of luminous form that in dark it flowing,
Evermore than a designed nightmare
And let me feeling the mystic time.
Across you, o Psyche, crazy spirits dancing naked,
A smelled shadow that I would have most
Liked to spare the burden of old age,
Has nothing to give; only the glory a Moon-priestesses.
And all with hostility toward me and glowing
Was Cupid the fair ending of a love?
Through which I grew most liked a ghost
And speaking with her my last musical invoice
Hoping to have a decent response against what I became
Without you.
Categories:
invoice, lost love, love, valentines
Form:
Free verse
You say we dangle on a scene
When i want to screw you obscene
You whip your hair and spread fire
I want to toss our love on the pyre
Midnight scrambling, you call me from the bathtub
Chanting my name across the window frame
You're long term boyfriend hates me insane
Honestly, I want to remove him from the game
Put you on the floor and make you shout
Violent eruptions and put it away
He abused you and still you return
Practicing formal boundaries to keep it clean
How long do we have to flee?
All these insinuations are suckling to me
While you walk the white lines
Proving you can make your choice
But every time you fill my invoice
We're getting closer to our sacred noise
Categories:
invoice, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, me,
Form:
Free verse
CHRISTMAS VILLANELLE
Come join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
For One who woke the world to set it free
To sing our carols with uplifted voice
Then with His blessings and with power of choice
Our eyes are opened now that we may see
Come join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
Unchained from sin and close writ law invoice
We grant to others each their right to be
And sing our carols with uplifted voice
Make Merry drink from cups of fine alloys
No close confinement laid on by decree
We join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
Though tribulations drew our sails from hoist
Let these dark storms pass on into our lee
And sing our carols with uplifted voice
In time to come we’ll know long waited joys
And we shall lift our hearts with new esprit
So join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
To sing our carols with uplifted voice
Categories:
invoice, christmas,
Form:
Villanelle
Turned then to tools of bequest
soliciting endurance, not love's voice
and so the prime deliverance turned invoice
is thus provisions entity, survivor's hoist!
Fighting for identity, man's poise
becomes a sheer resentment posting less
agreement to life's beauty so unnerved
as to a growing unity of trust's source!
The World's convergence nonetheless exposed
to empire of indifference, mating, stoic,
the poor, then heartened by provision's gross
then so unravel the false leader's course!
Such then the curse of sanction's trumping rates
the monetary armor of displace
the small concern, seems lost, a child's face
left outwardly to symbols most unchaste!
Such bitterness continues, nor replace
no counselors convergent laws do haste
intelligence rebate is last to place
the moral hull revalue, mourning so . . . .
Encumbrance of the numbers, left to grace!
Categories:
invoice, beauty, bereavement, endurance,
Form:
Monorhyme
I get up in the morning, jump into the shower,
Wash my hair, brush my teeth in a quarter hour,
Make the coffee, put on clothes, check the mobile phone,
Take my meds, pet the dog, and throw my wife a bone,
Wednesday is the busiest, recycle and the trash,
Collecting it, tying it, completed in a flash,
Coffee creamer, straw in lid, goin’ out the door,
On the road, to first stop, a little after four,
Client’s house, DFW, several times a day,
Back and forth, with eyes closed, my car knows the way,
When drivin’ done, paper work, it must be complete,
Invoice this, total that, a monumental feat,
Kiss the bride, little TV, climb into the bed,
Lotsa work, but don’t ya think, better’n be’n dead!
Categories:
invoice, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
It comes to you in the post
the first day you’re born
certified and normalized your invoice of sale
in Christmas cards sent you
while you’re at school
authorized, depersonalized
let’s all hope you do not fail
It falls on your doormat
with this months bill
all categorized stipulated usage default
and handed to you in a paycheck
for your signed over hours
the pursuit of your debt
for anonymous profit
It sashay’s up behind the cashier at the bank
charges you interest on the money you once had
counting up your digital invisible social rank
it puts food on the table for children, husbands and wives
but cuts off the power and starves hungry mouths
and scorns you as homeless
with all the overdrawn credit of your lives
It comes by email and television to
by government tax on the cash that you earn
with all the payments you make to keep you in line
running in circles just to survive
hate mail slaps you at every corner you turn
it sneaks up behind you to bleed you dry
and leaves you in a coffin and wondering why
It arrives in the post
the moment you’re born
when your mother is charged for the doctors concern
dehumanized and centralized
the digital conundrum of fake lives
you’ve been drafted into an army of monetary lies
no choice
your permission was never asked for
just the recipient of hate mail
that’s shoved through your door
Categories:
invoice, people, social, society,
Form:
Free verse