Best Loan Poems
A loan from above
by Lawrence M. Nunez
Dear Lord I loved her so
and it hurt to see her go
it pains my heart
to be ripped apart
words cannot express
this deep distress
somehow I know
I have got to let go
for she was just a loan
from the angels you own
the pain is so deep
it is difficult to sleep
they say it will be okay
healing is on its way
but only you can heal
the topsy turvy I feel
I know deep inside
with you she now reside
for she was just a loan
from the angels you own
Your a beautiful soul more precious then any gold.
Your a diamond in the rough
And heaven's missing angel
Its as if the Almighty God has given me his most beautiful as a loan and so I claim you as my own..
Pixie poet
>Are the best things in life free?
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad Author
& Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned
One of my cousin’s on Facebook one day.
Said the best things in life are free.
Then she wrote a list you see.
Well not you, as it was seen by me.
I had of course, to reply.
Well my writing bug did, I sigh!
1. Hugs! To have a hug that close honey.
I need deodorant and that costs money.
2. Raise a smile! For that I must clean my teeth.
Toothbrush and paste, they are not cheap.
3. Family! That’s not free.
Just think of the mortgage fee.
4. Sleep! Really need a bed for that.
They are not cheap. That’s a fact.
5. Kisses! Flowers, chocolates and all that.
Leaves my wallet looking flat.
7. Friends! No doubt my turn to treat.
Every blinking time at pub we meet.
8. Memories! Now that is the one.
Don’t need cash to remember one.
That was before all those things I did do.
You said were, ‘free,’ you did it’s true.
Sadly they were not for me.
The seven things you said were free.
So that’s all now, you’ll get from me.
And all of this, ‘was,’ blinking free.
ooo0ooo
Some of my Angels are on loan.
I say I have four caring for me.
Two in the day and night you see.
As my cousin was ill, you know.
I ordered two, too her go.
My cousin later informed me she was okay.
her operation done she did say.
So my two angels she thanked that day.
And bless sent them back yesterday.
I sent the following message on Facebook 9-8-15
I have trolled, you have been told.
And I don't know what to say.
Those angels I did send you know,
Are still not back today.
Did you tell them to travell by train?
I know their wings don't like rain.
I checked the air at Felixstowe.
Just in case there they did go.
Sadly there was no sign of them, you know.
You know I am a patient man.
Bet they are talking as angels can.
Expect they'll turn up, and when they do.
I'll tell you when to cover your ears too.
As the air here might be blue.
Bit like the sky, i'm telling you.
Oh yes! Hope you are well soon too.
Having released those angels two.
I'll clip their wings that's what I'll do.
And next time, send my men angels to you.
(TMA)
As we are both recovering the Angels are on stand by. Well you never really know when, or where they will be needed do you?
She is gone, but where, but why?
Where does that leave me:
And why did she have to leave?
"What is the real word for Indian giver"?
You give someone something, and you take it back,
there has got to be a word for that.!
Because I know that those who they wrongly
call Indians wouldn't take a gift back.
So, I need that word that means
"gift giver and retriever".
Children are our gifts given to us by
God or so it has been said, and known!
But since God took my child back,
She must have been on loan.
Because I don't know where she is-
But Kai-Kachelle, my daughter
is nowhere to be found.
She is gone, but where, but why?
She came, she saw, she conquered,
My guess. her job was done...
We miss her more and more each day:
As it has been two years nearing three.
I now overstand that God had loaned me,
A uniquely beautiful child:
After all, is said and done:
She was still Gods property ...
So, I live, I learn, I cry and hope...
To hold my gift again.
If I get another chance, to do things properly.
I will take better care of my gift;
and not treat her as mine alone.
Now knowing she was mine to care for
And a privilege of God’s loan.
A man who cares about tomorrow
Is certain the day will bring sorrow
So Trump's Golden Rule
Is, "Find any fool
And live well on all you can borrow!"
Well, darn--I wish bushes grew faster.
That might help me avoid a disaster.
What is a buzz-maestro supposed to do
when a Hummer takes nectar from you?
I've buzzed by all my usual haunts.
They're out of stock--what about MY wants?
When nectar comes in, price is sky-high.
(I think it's price gouging, between you and I.)
What can a bee drink and hold his head high?
Something else I'm now bein' forced to try.
Say--here's a glass prettied up like snow.
I'm calling Buzz and Sting--we'll give it a go.
* * *
Now Buzz is dive-bombin' and then crashin'.
He's pretty funny but could get a thrashin'.
Sting's gone crazy, flies around upside down.
That witch's brew made them come unwound.
We're flying off before it becomes night.
Man, if they aren't a pitiful sight!
Guess I'd better start actin' all grown.
Maybe even talk that Hummer into a loan!
May 25, 2022
for Bee Creative Poetry Contest
by Matt Caliri
Finkle Rat and Derby Cat
Opened up a specialty shop
Which was running rather smoothly
Till kids teeth began to rot
For what it was they sold were
Candy apples, Sugar Cubes, and Lemon Drops
With Fizzie Soda to make their quota
On the loaner they had got
You see the latest shipment of Fizzies
Came from the loan shark Marco Mole
To save themselves a buck or two
Our naive friends both sold their souls
And Marco doesn't care about
Any kids or their rotten teeth
Cause he also owns a piece of Charlie Cockroach
The dentist down the street
Circuitous im sure
Who doesn't save to live?
Bet on the future
To ignite drive
let me switch gears
been idling in no man's land
Unapproved though prequalified (yarr)
Time to reside
but sentinals hawk my glance
Chance must be played
In a casino loft
Human rights im sure
To free trade agreement
What about squatter's rights?
To eat and breathe
Ah, So, said the monkey,
as he scurried up the tree.
You'll give me two,
I return you three?
Yes said the snake,
as he slithered right beside.
I promise, and swear:
By the legs that I hide.
The monkey was shrewd;
he really thought he knew!
A snake has no legs,
I'll take him for a few.
So he scooped up the bucks,
and went upon his way.
Laughing, and joking,
As he spent and spent all day.
Up popped the snake,
a smirk upon his face.
Its time to repay,
I'll have a little taste,
I'll bake you and stew you,
I like my monkey pie
So give me my money
for I never, never lie!
The monkey just chuckled,
swinging way up high.
Laughing, and heckling;
You never tell no lies?
Where are those legs,
the ones you say you hide?
I'll not repay you,
I took you for a ride!
Not a cent will you get,
this I guarantee,
Said the monkey to the snake,
as he swung from tree to tree.
The snake waited patiently,
curled upon the ground.
As the gleeful monkey,
jumped and flew around.
Then the cagey monkey,
in his jesting haste,
grabbed a broken branch, and,
to the ground he raced...
Ah, so! said the rabbit,
as he hopped a round the tree,
You'll give me two,
if I return you three?
Yes said the snake,
as he picked his gleaming teeth,
I promise and swear
by my little, hidden feet!
The rabbit was shrewd,
he thought he really knew.
A snake has no feet,
I'll take him for a few...
The Short-Term Loan
By Elton Camp
Richard Rich asked a New York bank for a loan
“Since to Europe for two weeks I have to be gone,
I’d like to borrow $7,000 bucks until my return.
It will help me and some interest you will earn.”
“I realize that the bank doesn’t know who I am
Hold my Rolls to prove I won’t go on the lam.”
So in the bank’s underground garage car was stored
While he was away, his finances the bank explored
They were amazed to learn Richard was a billionaire
And wondered why for such a small loan he’d care
On his return, Richard with a smile paid off his debt
Less than twenty dollars interest the bank did get
Loan officer asked, “Why would one rich as you
Such a small loan have any good reason to do?”
Richard said, “Thanks to the bank showing such pity,
It let me park two weeks for $20 in New York City.”
The Octopus Loan Company
By Elton Camp
The loan company name fits, if truth be told
For an octopus has eight arms to grasp & hold
And when an octopus gets a grip on his prey
It finds it can't escape--there is simply no way
The octopus will squeeze the victim's life out
No matter how much it will struggle and shout
Octopus loans, to be helpful puts on a facade
All its customers to take out a loan it will prod
It takes a while for the borrower to learn why
When his debt begins to alarmingly multiply
The day he came in, the customer will hate
When he see the increase in the interest rate
And there is no way that he can get away free
For his wages they won't hesitate to garnishee
Everything that is given
It's so long to me for a reason
For just the season
I am too cold and cultivate process receiving
Guide and substain
I am too be a partaker of it the gleanings
That I've been covering it with I am a sole processor maintain
I plant, I water, I watch over it these trues
These are the things that I must do
In essence to help grow up right ever so more futher
I am watching, I am a caregiver, I am a holder, I am a nurturer,
Behold I go, I hold for this reason
I care for what God has given me this season
8/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
Leave me a loan, so I can go on spending time endlessly paying for consequences.
Hand me the shrapnel from your pockets, then like a bullet, I’ll whistle passed you, and shoot to the moon while you eye up my shiny change.
Sing me your song, and I’ll turn your notes into a heavenly hit, with a score that’s off the record.
Leave me alone, or you’re gonna pay.
In every field of loan
interest accrues
if not paid in time
loss of capital occurs
Better, not to take
without break
If taken, income is best
better than the accrued interest
Punctuality to pay
must be maintained
If not with due respect
allegation waits indeed
A man with dreams, so bright and grand,
Sought capital from a bank's cold hand.
He borrowed much, with hope so high,
Bet his house, beneath the sky.
The bank’s burden, a weight unseen,
He turned to cheer in a bar’s dim sheen.
With borrowed funds, he drank his fill,
A fleeting joy, but fate’s cruel thrill.
A girl beside, with eyes that gleam,
Whispered promises, a fleeting dream.
To a motel’s room, they swiftly flew,
In the haze of night, where shadows grew.
Awoke alone, with dawn’s cruel light,
The woman gone, without a fight.
The motel's manager, demand so fierce,
For payment due, his woes increase.
In search of her, in clubs and bars,
He faced only silence, under stars.
Heavy labor to pay the cost,
Of dreams now shattered, all but lost.
A year of toil, his health declines,
AIDS/HIV, the cruelest sign.
From a fleeting touch, his life now frayed,
A cautionary tale of debts unpaid.
In shadows deep, where dreams collide,
He pays the price, where hopes reside.
A man who reached for dreams so high,
Found only burdens beneath the sky.