Best Lenders Poems
“O commercialized corporate franchise”
Thou that holds illusions in selling lies
Max out your credit cards
Lenders be holder’s lords
Forfeiting all bank notes as owner cries
“O commercialized corporate franchise”
My babies wonder about Christmas guys
My babies’ futures be scared
Must obey corporate lords
“O thou commercialized corporate lies”
Just commercialized greedy Xmas rush
Souls like zombies of the corporate thrust
The X of the Christ
O Love’s sacrifice
“In commercialized corporate we trust”
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It is a business truth
And transformer of lenders into Ruth
Who have been infamous Shylock
Or a hesitant safe with lock ...
A borrower to soften his voice
And watch its magic
By far more helpful than a cobra’s poise
Or Insistent Logic;
A lender’s lost key to his savings booth
Quietly warranting a hammer or Jaguar’s tooth
The voice of the badly broke
When penury has begun to choke
Should be often tender
To the rescuing lender
The broke an unconditional blender
For the service lender has to render.
Waiting in line,
Before the ATM of closed banks for 60 Euros to withdraw under the scourging sun
Old and invalid people are submitted to this daily torture, constantly moaning, for Our country’s suffering and for our own devastation,
While twenty-seven percent the unemployment has climbed
Forty percent the salaries and pensions went down and twenty percent the taxes up
Rendering hundreds of thousands of families poor with no money to feed themselves And their children
When
Close to one hundred thousand of our countrymen have attempted suicide of whom Ten thousand, unfortunately, have succeeded in ending their lives only in five years Because of the ruinous austerity measures taken to pay Greece's lenders
Parthenon, is mourning Democracy's assassination in the place of its birth
By the mighty creditors that suck the blood out of our veins
The Greek government in agony has turn to our allies for help to restore our Economy and thus to prevent the catastrophe that is approaching,
But the creditors, most of them anyway, with Germany leading the way,
To obliterate Greece wish with their unbearable and inhuman terms they have set
As though were our enemies and not our partners, because
Humanity has been lost in their hearts and only for them the profit counts
And I, one of the suffering Greeks, that shares the same lot as any,
In anxiety, a few words try to arrange for the tragedy of Greece to illustrate as a New Euripides or Sophocles but to no avail,
So I am waiting in line under the scourging sun, hoping my turn to come,
The sixty Euros, if am lucky, to get into my hands before the AMT is empty!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 JULY 2015
Creatures
winds and wildlife
giving the evolution time
creatures big and small
are appalled
but are so tall
to evolve and resolve
the call
the lakes and mountains
raise little fountains
spitting out the unknown
thrown to the highest place
the ice lenders
and the pretenders
depend on the mist
the mighty fist hits the grasses
the sun brightly glares
the stormy weather
lost forgotten endeavor
a voyage to where ever
the flowers grin in anticipation
sending us ecliptic messages
lost staircase of farness
captured with dearness
do not fear us
this is just
endomorphic electric
metamorphoses of literature
scriptures and pastures
let alone with one thousend dictators
masters and creators of the universes
Written tonuhalan/6/4/06/thur.
Lies the lay; of white or'e white
Sleeps the the frog, fierce the blight
Snow-drops sturdy sleep again awhile
Easter hares; gifts of eggs and smiles
Early come's this tale of old;
Jesus gentle on a donkey Jesus bold,
Struck the the lenders took his cup
Walked His walk; and drank it up.'
Took the dregs of hells deep tomb
Raised them to His fathers rooms.'
Reurned again to lift his men.'
An early riser he was, come to them.'
Again He is also early come,
Many will listen; to the One.'
I understand this
Without lenders there are no borrowers
Without borrowers there are no gain
Of debt multiplying
And without debt
No one can buy nor sell again.
For everyone must want
And makes things
Accessible like products
Spilling, and spilling
Into the endless blackhole
In chase of satisfaction.
For much tax must I sell my vote
Please cut my tax again
I need it for collateral
To edge my loan
My spending keep increasing
It is the drug of the market
The drug of the market
Sellers meeting buyers in my mind
Please cut my tax
And if get broke providing services
And you still need me
To surrender my individuality
To this polity that is the state
Sell some bonds, sell some bonds
Then borrow too from tomorrow
Oops that was slip of the pen
I will not say that plain again
Just print more with power I gave you
But you will not give me back again
Wait, did I do that
What was I thinking in my madness
That has no memory now?
This bond between us is going to be broken
You never cut the tax of the poor
The rich don't hire here any more
The banks are only collecting
Nobody is lending
It is sinister what I feel
Can a man dream for real?
Forecast upon forecast no profit see
Who will tell our fortunes
When crystal ball and goose is dead?
Poor jack, poor jack
His bean stalk etiolated against the sun
Fried like an egg upon the fire.
are we cowards
hiding in the dark of night
or heroes awaiting daybreak?
sinners, mocked in guilt’s disguise,
saints, averting sinner’s eyes
borrowers and lenders of
the fleeting touch of heartless love,
bearers of a passioned torch
or pillars of a crumbled church.
do we define our fear
as enlightened self interest,
our bravery as self sacrifice,
if we were shadows of the sun
would we hold fast
or cut and run,
fear the sound of terror’s heart
beating in the lightless dark,
quell the pounding and declare
I am the light
Who sent me here.
John G. Lawless
12/24/2013
Variations on a Punishing Theme
When people are hungry and at risk of homelessness
despair
chronic depression
and climatic extinction
Is it because their leaders
and community developers,
learning incubators
and technical assistance providers,
grantors and lenders,
representatives
and public sector service providers
absorb too many investments and nutrients
for their own mouths and mortgages?
sleeping soundly at night
unaware of how their Continuous Quality Improvement intentions
economically and ecologically miss their mark
of solidarity and mutual subsidiarity,
of recreating the comfort and nutrients
they intended to invest in those with greater need.
Perhaps the self-blaming unruliness of hungry homeless people
Is due to oversight interference of well-intended practitioners
expert administrators
senior consultants
expertly dominating fragile margins of poverty
feeding dissonant anger and fear
and mistrust.
Chronically at-risk species fear living death's dissonance
and entropic non-thrival trends,
Because we are anxious to survive,
to build life; not so much death and perpetual advent.
Wilting personal lives
have no bandwidth left
for righting macrosystemic death trends.
It is mutual-mentors who co-invest in cooperative thriving,
That incarnate wise evolution of deep ecologically balancing lives.
Self-composting toilets
have surprisingly greater nurturing value
to people without a pot to pee in
than community-composting banks
and governments.
The College Graduation
By Elton Camp
To a life of prosperity, you see
Your college degree is the key
Commencement speaker did say
Each and every expected cliché
“Not an end, but a beginning
The race of life you’re winning”
“Why, the first thing that you know
You will be bringing in lots of dough”
But as was the college’s intention
Certain things he didn’t mention
Jobs will prove hard to come by
No matter how hard they may try
Massive student loans come due
What will the hapless grads do?
Even bankruptcy won’t wipe ‘em out
“Pay up or else!” the lenders shout
Those who fail to pay what they owe
It’s off to debtor’s prison they may go
The grads have the world by the tail,
Let’s just hope they don’t go to jail
I don't know about Archbishop Justin Timberlake,
He’s jazzing up the church,
Making Jesus controversial,
Leaving life in the lurch.
It’s fine to have excitement,
About any religious thing or assumption,
But when you poke at liberal creeds,
You’re with the discontentment presumption.
The liturgy does not gel with Sankey hymns,
Which parishioners should not be made to sing;
Fundamentalism is on the way out,
Of Christianity’s credibility wing.
It is emotionally abusive,
To atheistic in-house kids who want to aspire,
To tell of the insanities,
Such tunnel vision requires.
Although I am glad of his enthronement -
It lets evangelicalism out the bag,
I hope to return to a more liberal clergyman,
For the future church ‘mag’.
Fundamentalists won’t admit to the speeches,
Given to their kids who are silent prey;
It’s not fair to live in a society,
Which allows only the understood to convey.
Pluralism is the glasses by which we all see,
Humanism, atheism, religion, and irreligion too,
And the Archbishop is therefore acceptable,
As a beacon of what fundamentalists do.
Freedom of speech and expression,
For some, will only come when we know such acts,
Societal change comes simply from people,
Who’s concepts and ideas become assumed facts.
He was not that successful at decking Wonga,
Anglicans can't quite compete,
With open market transactions,
Which have seemed to withstand the heat.
I don't validate high-interest lenders,
But the church should stick to God,
It should be more into caring,
For the elderly, all on their tod.
About the Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby, UK
I DON’T WANT HIM
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I’m Pontius Pilate and here’s something I need to share
As of this moment I wash my hands of the entire affair
You’re saying this guy’s a heretic meddling in all we know
Heard he’s asking questions threatening the status quo
Started a riot at the temple all the money lenders felt
Holding up the faithful and relieving them of their gelt
And what about that nonsense of raising up the dead
Feeding that great multitude with just a minor spread
Blessing the boatmen delivering great hordes of fish
I heard he’s walked on water a trait for me, I wish
He does all these wonders and never asks for gold
He claims his gifts are freedoms never bought or sold
Well okay fellows what is it you want me to do
Look the other way when the vig takers accuse a jew
I’ll convene a kangaroo court stacked with your friends
But the Romans will eat the blame when all this chaos ends
We’ll give the public a choice Jesus or Barrabas, the thief
Shills in courtyard will condemn him causing you no grief
Death for this interloper a menace to the institution
Death for these crimes crucifixion a common execution
Bound to a cross three days, before taking his last look
Thought they erased him but you can find him in the book
A joyous but sad lesson that everyone should know
This is what usually happens when you buck the status quo
Chorus
Banks! Banks! Let us all do away with banks
And their dirty tricks and their silly pranks
Banks! Banks! They mean very little to me
If I was the king all banks will be history
If I was the king all banks will be history
If I was the king all banks will be history
Verse One
Banks are stingy
Banks are greedy
They steal from the needy
Banks never give but they love to take
If your friend is a bank
He will rob you before you wake
Only fools bail out the banks
Because I will rather take my money
They sold me worthless shares when my day was sunny
With the hope that one day I will lick from the bank’s honey
Now my day is rainy and I don’t think it is funny
I would never buy those shares I rather buy an Easter bunny
Only foolish kings bail out the banks
I rather bail out a pauper
The economy is going bad
While my people are left to suffer
Beware of the banks and the evil that they do
Today it is me but tomorrow it may be you
Chorus
Banks! Banks! Let us all do away with banks
And their dirty tricks and their silly pranks
Banks! Banks! They mean very little to me
If I was the king all banks will be history
If I was the king all banks will be history
If I was the king all banks will be history
Verse Two
Bank! Banks! They can never be your friend
Today they are collecting your money
But you are broke
They say see you later Sunny
Beware! Beware! Beware!
When a bank tells you sign here
They will take everything you have
Including your underwear
Is it your bit of filthy magic?
To trade with a bank may be tragic
Shrewd little goldsmith demanding for gold
And any item of value
Or anything he could see or hold
Bald headed money lenders demanding for a pound of flesh
You can take the meat from his cheek
But remember that no blood must spill
Banks don’t care they will rather kill
Take off his damn head off with a sharp edged steel
Deducting money from my account bill bill bill
Banks are the biggest thieves because the love to steal
Banks destroy the economy and they never heal
Banks will charge you money for a rotten potato peel
Banks! I hate banks!
They say can I borrow you some money
I say no thanks
Banks! Banks! Let us all do away with banks
And their dirty tricks and their silly pranks
Banks! Banks! They mean very little to me
If I was the king all banks will be history
If I was the king all banks will be history
If I was the king all banks will be in misery
Nature
sounds and waves
transfix in keys
trees refines fine lines made
faded leaving leaves fall
fragile Merc
roads leading to nowhere
fine hair
water fluidity and stupidity
stamps mad cramps
stamp to punctuality
staircase spiraling to disintegration
major appreciation
columbo toad
old crackling code
engineers and Arche
marshes shaded
coiled rope elders
spenders
lenders
pretenders
Japanese electronic adventurers
advent calendar
salamander spoiled
newts playing swan dances
ponds quicken the carp
tench live in the stench
boatman wings floating
the golds so tired in the weeds
the slater skiing across the lakers
nails bitten by snails
weeds meads in the reeds
angling flight
trout catch the might
waves craves the moonlight canopy
as mosquitoes bight in apathy
the scars of horses
bight chunks of corpses
cattle grazing leaving milk so amazing
the scent of a forgotten story
the temptation and beautiful appreciation
the night howls and bears mothers tight and slow
grizzles the flesh of the backbone of a deer
the owl of the night written by tonuhalan 1/05/06
lays low and spies
the bat
supersonic frequency to hear
but so blind trying to find mice
homes in on radar
moths get entangled in webs
the flies laugh but are so surprised
because they know they are parasites
mites and ticks bloodied vampires draining the sick
and that’s it
written by tonuhalan1/05/06/mon
Eminent domain
The money is all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
I said the money's all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
feels like dragging a heavy load
accross the the earth spinning out of control
run by people that have no soul
aint know doctor gonna kill my pain
feels like our world is gonna burst into flames
my God how I wish it would rain
no work today
soon I'll have no place to stay
because I can't even rent this cheap
their gonna put me out on the street
my wife my kids and me
and I can't wait until my God claims
eminent domain
my God how I wish it would rain
is anybody else feeling my pain
I guess this is what happens
when you charge poor people usury
and all of our lenders are guilty
now how do you like the penalty
stiffen your neck and your gonna find
that this is only the beginning
now all the tax moneys thrown out and wasted
and I'm out on the street stone cold and naked
think your heaven wont be my pain
now the money all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
my how God I wish it would rain
let the humble receive their rights
eminent domain
eminent domain
Black, Shiny Shoes.
The EU dictatorship has crushed Hellas Germany and the banks won-
The French to their helped the Greeks writing a new tax system and
for once the tycoons have to pay tax as well and for the Hellenic
people they need not buy new shoes every fortnight, let the cobblers
mend your shoes. I remember a time when buying shoes was a major
investment, they were always black and bought on credit book.
You may call it thrift I will call it poverty when you are poor everything
cost more as the Greeks soon will soon notice. And in case you wonder
the money the loans go straight to the lenders banks and one wonder
who many times they have to pay for the airport in Athens a German
steel company built? The Greeks are hard working people, with bad elite,
the next one to will be Portugal, Italy too are feeling the clammy hand of
capitalism and then it will be France`s turn to taste rigour.
What about EU then?