Best Leveraged Poems
The American Dream is dead indeed
A victim of American Greed
Trickle down they said we’d try
Then proceeded to suck us dry
The One Percent seeking thrills
Living large in Beverly Hills
Paying minimum wage even though it kills
And the middle class can’t pay their bills
Infinite growth is just a dream
Some would call it a Ponzie Scheme
Leveraged living by the way
Selling tomorrow to pay for today
On this you surely can depend
Certain destruction in the end
Time will pass it’s always the same
Just the same old political game
Some other fool will take the blame
Absolving us of our Great Shame
As always the best government money can buy
Politicians ready and eager to comply
Super PACS no need to balk
The Supreme Court ruled money talks
Citizens United paved the way
Now Plutocrats will have their sway
Most will suffer a few will play
But in the end we all will pay
The greedy deeds of Kleptocrats
Both Republicans and Democrats
Business as usual the same old malarkey
Democracy taking us to Oligarchy
But be of stout heart and have no fear
Climate change is already here
And in the end it will be clear
Sooner or later we’ll all disappear
Numbers make the world,
no smiles or batted eyes here
numbers make the world,
no sticky-sweet fingers or waving palms
numbers rule without qualms
Gross domestic products and
tonnage of staples on actuarial tables
PSI and APY ratioed percentages
leveraged capitals
daily numbers of sales calls -
numbers are to do 'n' all
Numbers make the world,
no full moon in lapis sky
no fresh-picked basil on peckish plate
no dreaming lovers to salivate
only numbers of bushels per acre
no smokey-sweet of roasted ears
It's numbers that count
no blessings of sermon on the mount
for the numbers shall inherit
by long or short division,
able to sway, today's decision
about what's important, what life is for
it's all about a number, nothing more,
so don't worry 'bout what's next in store
'cause you can't count on it anymore
- it's days are numbered
like counting sheep, now close your
eyes, 'n' get some REM sleep
dreaming now of days, away ago,
when it wasn't so -
that numbers made the world
© Goode Guy 2013-04-01
There's a place down California way
Where I once perchance did stay
In a tent
with cheap rent
Next to the trains making hay
Whilst cimbing the grade to Las Vegas
And beyond that land of lost wages.
With city goods.
"Must buy" shoulds.
(The marketing cry for all ages.)
To say Nipton, the town, was a ghost,
Would surely not be a boast.
Nipton needed a boost,
Not unlike getting goosed,
Or Nipton soon would be toast.
Enter the much-maligned weed,
Some folks hate and some need.
Cannabis.
Hit 'n miss,
But good to the very last seed.
The little old town of Nipton
Is now in a leveraged position.
Bought by a Pot
Company who ought
Make a fortune from its acquisition.
Los Angeles is just down the hill.
Uphill's the city of thrills,
(Where what happens stays,
While unleashed people plays)
Will folks zero in for the kill?
On Nipton, the once defunct town,
Now wearing the "smoke-it-here' gown?
Get high here!
Never fear.
Marijuana's now legal, don't frown.
Btw, if you choose to partake,
And a trip to Nipton you take,
Bring some ear plugs.
Those choo-chooey chugs
Will give you a major headache.
It's hard to beat the old age inventions
When our bodies refuse to meet our intentions,
Those top shelf items you simply can't reach,
The ones at the bottom inaccessibly deep!
I can't squeeze the new leveraged grabber
And the kids have confiscated my ladder,
So I hook around with my old gravy ladle
And catch what I can in my wide apron cradle.
Stuff on the floor needs a long-handled brush,
Unless it's the soup, which has turned into slush!
But my old jumble drawer has come to the rescue;
There at the back was my old turkey baster.
A few wet rags. I tear up old nappies
And scrub around with my feet 'til everything's snappy!
Fertilize garden; now that is a must.
No wheelbarrow for me; my balance is suss.
But I'd bought a hard liner for the trunk of my car
(Always hauling something from wood to crowbar.)
So down with the liner, a rope through the end,
Put on the bag and you've got a good sled!
Dropping my highballs had become a crash scene.
I'd run out of glasses and cups weren't the same.
But a friend found a stein her late husband had liked
And it goes along with the whiskey all right.
I s'pose you invent what gimmicks you can.
It's such fun dreaming up a super trick plan!
Just trying to get the better, you see,
Of old age that's trying to get the better of me!
Business before pleasure
Are you a big spender
Mortgaging your heart
For lustful endeavors
Straddling your bottom line
Leveraged with burgundy wine
She wants a quick merger
Before your numbers decline
Abecedarian
Definition: Abecedarian is an alphabet poem of 26 words in which every word
begins with consecutive letters of the alphabet. It may be in blank verse (not rhyming).
Here, I used a stock market scenario, but please, don’t look for investing advice:
The Stock Market Abecedarian Style
By James E. Tate ©
After building carefully
diversified entities,
Felix gradually helped increase
justifiable keepers.
Leveraged mega-novelties
objectively placed,
quickly rallied substantial trust,
until victims whispered,
“xyz.com yielded zip!”
Knowshow
All nodes firing all the time
Shine on—the glare focusing the hacks
Everything shown
Everything known
Metamalice is good to go
It’s the Knowshow
The devolving snarkyskanks are trickling it to the remember-whens
Viral krankdaddies are upsiding leveraged retro to the never-thens
Bouce back ad hoc sheen pushing savvy slightlychic, and
IMing everything in between
The cool kids are cutting to the chase, like doing shots
As cloudcom whammybammy is going zzzot
Bigshotslick is doing the trick—whoa!
Samesex freakouts are dopingthevoid as emptyheaders go
highviolet virtualizing poppedculture catfights
And Snookinistas manning up on shortsnappysoundbites
Entries, log, blogs, crank
Swipes, clear, ratings, rank
And totals tally brandishing summaries and threats
Datasets pinging spreadsheets that chart, graph, and vet
Questions that haunt
Anomoyus reaches that taunt
Metamalice is good to go
Knowshow
Hotfuzz is on it,
down with hunky hybrid gamechangers and semioldies
Fauxfab tats fastforwarding uber payperview—totally
Dead weather nightwork resonating redbullbombs
Glamourama rehabing dumpster babes pushing that gleemy calm
The hypernext buzz does not fade
Barehands reving up trailertrash on standby radio and digital readymades
Lipreaders guided by voices counterpunch pink monkey trainwrecks
Luxurious VIP booths dangling the downtime any multitasker expects
Metamalice is good to go
Knowshow
Who knows
It’s the Knowshow
One Brick At A Time
The boy shimmied like a determined squirrel
upward stretching reaching
for the ascending bricks of the chimney flue.
one brick at a time
one foot snugly ensconced
in its leveraged place
and then another toe-hold there
as he sat atop the roof
of the old rumpus room
out back amidst the ivy vines
and the palm frond towers
with a Tareyton Cigarette ad
affixed to the glass door
he saw his special friends again
gliding in the distant wind unseen
except by him, the boy who stood
watching the break-in up there
a square door the size of a house
opened masterfully and unbelievably
with fire and burgeoning smoke
and then it closed again
with a shifting cloud
concealing the In and Out Door
for all human souls ever created
from here to there, from now to then
they took him for a speck of human time
erasing his memory of all unknown encounters
until a later time
now
Meddling money
plants stakes
to divvy tangible
on leveraged
need.
Stalwart purpose
unfettered by
those dangled lies
triumphs over
fear
despite confusing
covert attacks
designed to blur
conception of
nature.
Divinity of self
only rules
once freed from
binding loyalty
seized
at the barrel of
their tome
exclusionary to
force complicit
order.
My breath shall
cease long
before my hope
takes flesh in
word.
Since the dawn of the rise of Man,
Since the fall of every empire.
With each conquest from sea to sea,
Man has thrived on wicked desire.
Each treaty made with native tribes,
Was inspired by selfish guile.
Each promise made to share the land,
Was hidden beneath a false smile.
Through the Carpetbagger's tactics,
The people paid a heavy toll.
They leveraged everything they owned,
And robbed them of their heart and soul.
Each dirty deed and deadly deal,
Was bred upon Man's vanity.
The blood spilled throughout the years,
Always shed by cruel insanity.
As the Moon dims behind the clouds,
And the Sun shines another day.
Love, I know, will come and go,
But Evil, I know, is here to stay.
Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance
Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance
Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance
Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance
Bethrothed a licentious title by my consort's malfeasance
Bartering for a brokered, fatuous, amorous romance
Initiating a coarse, trite parlance
Scoring a lusty, lively, lurid dance
Surrendering to the leveraged buy out with due penance
Shearing, shackled inhibitions for a night of undocumented remittance
Shackled by a conscience that bears the reproach of my debauched demonstrance
Shielded from the mediating law of recompence by my willful ignorance
Surrounded by the guilt of my insatiable intemperance
Struggling to find the source of my carnal provenance
Sheltered by a boorish pride that stifles availing repentance
Separated from a mitigating mercy by a lingering recalcitrance
Sequestered from a graceful respite because of my strident indifference
Shamelessing skirting sanctifying succor through my froward inconstance
Stubbornly languishing in the throes of an indomitable, fleshly resistance
Shaking as I continuously ponder the deeds of my immoral exuberance
Spontaneously trembling as my jaded psche haunts with an eternal vigilance
She believed her Barbie's and Ken's
had shared a love far more complex
than any feelings they'd expressed --
AND dolls couldn't even self-dress!!!
She knew they were a mistake -
one she wanted them to address.
Her thoughts led to a request -
they both take a fear of change test.
Pleased to speak free, she confessed
being a part of couple failure debris
and held no fear of changing things.
She sensed relief peak as he owned
his tendency to cultivate regrets and
said he'd be more than fine living alone.
Once they aced the test, she at last
felt their tensions loose resentments.
Then they intelligently addressed
the logistics involved in couple deletion.
Next, they tossed their dysfunction map
and then summed up zero further cost
applied in paving a way out of this trap.
She was sure they'd only leveraged crap.
Economic Racism
Would a person be a lesser human being
If they were to replace the iron links
Around their necks with gold chains,
Or the shackles on their wrists and ankles
With gold bracelets?
Would they be considered compromised
To the devil in exchange for indulgence?
Would a person be any less a Christian
For questioning God’s omnipotence,
When expressing sympathy for the devil,
And accepting justifications for tyrannical behaviours
In conquering lands, and for subduing the inhabitants
And replacing them with foreigners,
And exploiting the indigenous peoples’ resources?
Ah! But you say, “Look at the good.”
When the lamb is slaughtered,
Should the living sheep praise the butcher?
Capitalism is an inherited proposition
Rooted in racism and based on economic exploitation.
“Ah!” But you say, “It is the best there is.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the situation.”
So, the old is recycled until leveraged no more,
And new money is printed and used to steal from others
(By fudging numbers based on projections to make it work),
While the system’s puppeteers expound on theologies and ideologies,
Using chemicals to brainwash children while praising dictators
(As if they were champions of equality in the power struggle)
To erase individual identities to appease them, their masters;
Some things change, and some things never.
Death is Not the Living’s Fear
Is there life before the dying
Or preparation for the end?
Solitary gauntlet dash
Predetermined dust and ash?
Leveraged buyout of a soul
Darkened light of final hole.
Belief stripped naked in a field
No saintly symbols as a shield.
Who am I at core of me
Devoid of worldly shell they see?
Stow away or voyager
Hunter or death’s forager.
Pawn of heartless fingered fate
Knight full charging conquered gate.
Death is not the living’s fear
it’s living makes the death seem near.
2010
Incomplete metamorphosis of this stilled adolescent...
petrified, sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent
I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned, hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o' Montgomery County ne'er
went leaving larvae stage,
now no divine providential
power can assuage,
yours truly metaphorically locked
within invisible iron bound cage
every occasion to shower
validates steep wage
permanently doled out,
yet tis futile to rage
against this human machine
i.e. body dielectric rampage
clocking three scored
orbitz chronological gauge
forever fixed feigned fodder,
when unlived uber story
of mein kampf writ faint
chicken scratch final page
gin hated anorexic
regressive toddling cribbage
deadly game of mine Life pampered
post infancy attended
Aladdin (a lad in) his hermitage
late childhood marriage
with grim reaper as
coefficient co-inhabitant
feasting emaciated lovely bones
verily scrawny, puny, and
nerdy, yea easy to lyft
courtesy lost livingsocial scrimmage
trademark spindleshanks -
stagnant embarrassingly useless
two legged equipage
at childhood's end...,
me skinny package then
weighing, eh no
more'n half dozen stone,
these days when
undressing to wash
forced to espy physical
*****sapiens wreckage
constant visual reminder
this spare rankled, stunted,
tendered ship of state,
yours truly nah oh sage
enlightenment gleaned i.e.
20/20 hindsight kickstarted
quickened, leveraged, mortgaged...,
principly unbalanced worthiness
anatomical disparity
impossible mission to salvage
accounting rent permanently askew
fixed APR rendered
amortization sabotage
irreversible penalty suffrage
escaping serfdom volunteering
self as webbed vassalage
til death do me part.