Best Liabilities Poems
Being Young
What is "young"......do what you want
regardless of what others think .....
Young....."wise", inexperienced and a lot to learn
Not sure or absolutely certain
No duties and no considerations to take,
just think of the day
Free as a bird, spread their wings and fly where you want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
Spending the day with good friends, sleeping under the stars
Not sure or absolutely certain
Today`s young people are not so simple,
there are liabilities - they have to go to schools
to keep up with modern society
School, work, homework and have time to social gatherings
They are not free as a birds, they can not fly where they want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
For those who are young at age
Being young, young in body and soul
It`s never too late.....Fly Where You Want.....Fly...
Have a wonderful day
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
24. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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One day I decided to aggregate what I own
Realizing soon enough I couldn't count it all,
Though I never thought I had all that much
What I had was oddly beyond simple math.
Determined I was to know what I'm worth
And I knew the formula for how that works
So I added all assets and deducted liabilities
Yet, never could I derive the right answer.
My assets were tangible, so easy to add up
But when I thought of lives I had touched
And receipt of generosity they bestowed,
I could not appraise the value of their love.
Swiftly I subtracted what I owed to others
Feeling proud of self for I didn't owe much
Till I took account of much that was given
Not expecting from me anything in return.
When I finally accepted futility of my effort
My worth resembled faces of my loved ones,
Not susceptible to any numeric computation
Well beyond the bounds of ordinary cognition.
January 3, 2019
Placed 2nd in Food for thought poetry contest by Silent One
Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of the memories,
from the last time I was
up and through
just to come down and out
to find every fairy tale
extends it’s hand
to some tragedy.
The odds don’t warrant
the time of practical effort.
Too keen to the liabilities,
always calculating ends.
It is not the demands of over
or having to start something new
rather, better to remain alone
than to be let down again.
But now I see you,
and it makes me pause
so still, with the whisper --
Are you sure?
Falls into a deafening singularity
forbidding even a scream, it’s escape.
I sit and can only see
the touch of Heaven
reaching across the Caribbean
to color your face.
As your smile holds the songs
of every dawn’s temptress,
under the soft disposition
of your eyes
rests a divine spirit’s symmetry,
smoothing features
while lensing each strand
the perfect frame.
That once moved a favored King
to murder a man, only to bring
the sword into his own house.
Enabled an army to take
a strong city with just one horse.
And enslaved the envy of Venus
to sharpen leaden arrows,
but fury slipped her hands
and bled her wrists out.
Blood clotted on the cold muck
of her grave, a suffocating cocoon.
Immersed the viewer becomes,
and timeless the window
of the heart that is God’s craft,
denying the deceiver’s forgery
of any singed carnality.
As if proximity has been given
within the mist of your perfume,
in just this one picture
of your face.
Planning your demise is like
tip-toeing on a tight rope
realising there's no net
challenging a
speeding car and
daring it to stop
mortgaging your manhood
amassing liabilities with no program of repayment
leaping to the wrong conclusions
leaning toward self-delusions
indulging in the same old
self-defeating speculations
endorsing self-destruction
till you're finally out of time!
Deep in the heart of a weekend
No plans, no promise, no pizazz
A feeling as if I were robbed of something
My youth, to be precise
When Saturday night and Sunday found me out and about
Ah, but what’s the point of comparing fragrance and fragility
I’m happy with my life of sitting and writing and waiting
Waiting for my disabilities to return to abilities
recover assets, ditch liabilities
Today, i did get one year older...
Not anymore like a little toddler..
Right unto my two shoulders..
Not pebbles; nor stones; nor even boulders..
Boulders, not of familial responsibilities..
Rather it's outweighing my uncertainties..
Focusing myself to assets not of liabilities..
Uncovering, realizing my possibilities...
Vaguely maybe our future..
It's alright: soon it will be cleared as pictures..
Strong and aggressively acts like vultures..
I am more than them, as I am God's creature..
Distractions; ammunition alienation..
I do not agree even to imitation..
Continuously breathing in exaltation..
I do not mind if I'll be in exhaustion..
I denounce anything primal..
Yet, i still pray for all criminal..
Sometimes, i use to cope by denial..
Surpassing with all my might from any trial..
The love with in me is too compelling..
I can not stop cause I'm too willing..
As high as the enlightened ceiling.
I will respond politely and bravely to any calling...
They left with happy faces
They were people from
different places
They boarded with their cases
Packed them into their spaces
The beautiful MH370 took off
Like the ball in golf
Just like a playoff
That i will be a tragedy they
never thought of
There last words were "alright
good night"
Everything seemed alright
We thought it would be a
normal flight
That we would hear of its
arrival during the morning light
Indeed you never know
The last time you will
se someone and again say hello
But that was a painfull way to
go
What a hard unforgettable blow
Tears brimmed our eyes
Hoping they were just lies
Waited for updates from sunset
to sunrise
And the World was loud,louder
of cries
Hijacking,sabotage were the
consideres posibbilities
The mental health of the pilots
were the liabilities
Terrorism the act of hostility
Not knowing the reality
Our hearts felt like they were
wrapped in a blanket of nails
Pain erupted from each side of
the body for no details
Like a farmer who always fails
Hoping the end will be like the
fairytales
It was still the missing plane
To find it know one knew when
Like a flower the feeling
blossomed of pain
We just hoped to see the loved
ones again
Our hope was then flushed
By the heartbreaking news with
pain we felt stuffed
When we heard some even
collapsed
That in the indian ocean it
crushed
BY ME. :)
Impact Your World!
World gives birth to worlds
Planet interacting with other planets
Knowledge acquisition that makes no impact
Is like a stagnant water that will soon be full of shits
Impact your world!
Many talents lying unused
I can do this , do that , yet no action
Living in isolation, helping no others
Family, friends not having a feel of your world
Surely such world without impact will soon go rust
Impact your world!
Course mates recognize you not
Or you are simply known making trouble
Roomies praying that you should never come back home
Yet you raised your shoulders high saying "they are scared of me"
Is this how your world will die in isolation?
With your pride, can you rule your world?
Self esteem, being egocentric will surely limit you
If you are offline for two days and no one care to ask you "why"
Maybe you are yet to impact your worlds
Leaders are born, leaders are made
Let your world be bigger than the rest
Let your impacts be felt every where you go
Will your course mates ever miss you for good?
Or would they jubilate with the joy of not being in class with you anymore after graduation?
Impact your world
Be an entrepreneur, businesses rule the world
Work on your talent, it will take you to the top
Your certificate should be a prestige and not a yardstick for riches
Be realistic, you are very unique
No limitations, impact your world!
In your work place, church or mosque
Are you a pest, liabilities or an asset?
Be a boss that employ not the one seeking to be employed
Create opportunities don't fight on those available so little
You need to dare, believe me, your world could be larger than that of Dangote
Impact, help, teach, learn , take risk and never stop
Live not in the shadow of others
Be yourself, be responsible for your action
Courageous , selfless, humble and outshine not your masters
For your world shouldn't be in for rivalry but uniqueness , standing out
Impact your world!
"A man without an impact, is worse than a valueless object"
Make a good impact!
Faniyi James is a writer , a poet and a career trainer. Mr Legend......#impactyourworld.
Hungary people can’t hold a grudge
They judged that it would never budge
Walled off by a dam
This heavy metal jam
Raspberry sludge was factored fudge
Author's note: Well, Stanley--it's another fine mess you've gotten me into. It all goes to
show how impossible it is to move liabilities off the balance sheet. Enron, Worldcom,
Citigroup, Lehman Brothers, and the debt crisis will strike again...and again...and again....
Time is a balance sheet,
Assets and Liabilities,
Time in asset,time out liability,
Asset over liability equal like a balance sheet,
In Asset no change,liability no change,
No debtors no creditors and no bankruptcy,
Time in and time out equal,a strong balance sheet!
You keep money secure thank you bank
Financial institution you are high is rank.
Accepting deposits you create credits see,
Honey is collected too flower thanks bee.
Keeping people happy you share interest,
This may be compound this may simplest.
Bearing mortgages also you provide loan,
At due time you collect due is too known.
Of their current liabilities under torsion
Liquid assets are equal to only a portion.
Under policy of special gazette of nation,
Fractional reserve banking rules relation.
Liquidity in minimum capital you ensure,
Basel accords base you then us you assure.
Moving around you I observe the bankers,
In material life money matters say anchors.
Diamond you keep, silver you keep gold,
In safe locker all keep ornaments do hold.
Old you are new you are I hold inner core,
Values, virtues are my wealth feels chore.
Management of selfless banking is shown.
Safe banking I do on line on myself own,
I am soul the original bank of power light,
Supervisor of my bank is God is very right.
I transcend this battle.
Let these chains fall from my wrists,
May they disintegrate and gather dust.
I am no more a slave to that impulse.
Sighs, this aching soul;
Soon, freedom.
I purge the hunger.
Clawing the sickness out,
These parasitic thoughts find no host in me.
Voices, in the back of my head; whispering to me in the night.
Demons dance within my belly.
Yet, this aching soul;
Home to only me.
This darkness I carry, does not control me.
No longer ill and somehow brave;
These eyes drown the past.
I fight to rise above.
I deactivate these addictions inside.
Overcome, this aching soul;
Now carries liabilities.
Lost in phantasms, I, prodigal daughter.
Alas, the mire; moral ambiguity.
Crawling my way to the surface,
In remembrance of once unyielding faith.
I breathe again, a sickeningly sweet west wind;
Cloying zephyr.
Patience, aching soul;
I metamorphose.
Dawn ‘till dusk.
This fragile heart,
Beats evermore.
Eyes now open.
This quest demands all.
Reaching deep inside my chest,
I salvage hope.
Me, Again.
Heal, aching soul;
We’re found.
I transcend this battle.
Let these scars ‘round my wrists,
Chronicle where I have been.
I am no more a specter in this war of shadows beneath my skin.
Rest, my aching soul;
Now, freedom.
Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.
Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.
Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive
adolescent-curious
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations
and liabilities
of competitive adolescent behaviors
too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow
and steadier
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.
My life contains painful memories,
failures, sickness, deaths, and fears.
understand, life comes from God's hand -
bad things work to my good through the years.
I've also had great recollections,
happy childhood, marriage, work.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
my good health and the land of my birth.
Being designed to do special tasks -
my talents to help, to teach.
I understand, life comes from God's hand;
and there are goals that I may not reach.
Amid the war and peace, self-control
enables me to rejoice.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
distrust and doubt with faith and free choice.
I celebrate what's put on my plate
knowing forgiveness and grace.
I understand life comes from God’s hand
The mercy of God’s love I embrace.
My assets and liabilities
The bound’ry lines have been scored.
Life comes from God’s hand, I understand
the legacy's received from my Lord.
November 17, 2010
contest: Poetry as Legacy contest
hostess: Line Gauthier
On the night of December 2, 1984
a toxic gas leak at a Union Carbide pesticide plant
was a terrible tragedy that continues to evoke
strong emotions even 30 years later,
disaster haunts Bhopal survivors.
When the sun rose the next morning,
the magnitude of devastation was clear.
Dead bodies of humans and animals blocked the street,
leaves turned black and a smell of
burning chili peppers lingered in the air.
Plant run by Union Carbide leaked about 40 tons of
deadly methyl isocyanate gas into the air in Bhopal,
quickly killing about 4,000 people.
Lingering effects of the poison pushed
the death toll to about 15,000 over the next few years.
In November 1984, most of the safety -
systems were not functioning
and many valves and lines were in poor condition.
In addition, several vent gas scrubbers had been out of service
as well as the steam boiler, intended to clean the pipes.
The pipes were rusty,
The rust in the iron pipes made the reaction faster.
All the contents of the tank were released
within a period of about two hours.
The tank had been maintained badly.
I can feel the pain of Mohammed Ismail, Alia,
Rasida Bibi, Kanhya and much, more people of Bhopal
Who suffering from leukorrhea, pelvic inflammatory disease,
excessive menstrual bleeding,
and suppression of lactation.
Civil and criminal cases were filed
in the District Court of Bhopal
causing death by negligence.
But justice has eluded the people of Bhopal for more than 20 years.
Union Carbide, refuses to assume these liabilities in India
or clean up the toxic poisons left behind.