Best Pay Off Poems
This is really kind of a sad story
But please sit yourself down
For the words I'm going to bestow upon you
Will make you feel your watching a drunken clown
As I bow to gracefully greet you
My silly hat suddenly slips from my head
As I look to the ground and try to focus on it
I feel as if I should have stayed home in bed
Bending over I slowly reach for it
Then feel my face suddenly kissing the ground
Now the happy smile that I painted on my face
Has been smeared into a big ugly frown
Standing back up and trying to gather myself
I slowly begin to reach into my empty hat
But the dove that was supposed to be hidden in there
Is no longer where it should be at
So I reach to my sleeve for some flowers
Only to notice they are no longer there
I happen to pull out some fine ladies undies
To my amazement I think,what a nice pair
Then I reach to my other sleeve for something
Though so afraid of what it might be
I pull out a picture of my drunken self standing
In a photo box by a bar,casually taking a pee
In such embarassment I then begin to stumble
These big floppy shoes are too heavy for me today
I then reach into my pocket to find this here poem
Leaving me wonder,how will I to pay off my bar tab this way
Danny Boy Kearley:1-14-13
Not at all a true story..Ha,ha...
Just some silly words from my head(Hic-up)
:o)
Categories:
pay off, funny, humorous, me, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Before you reach for your axe,
There are some facts you need to know about flax.
A Flax rope made well
Will get you safely out of the well.
With a little toil,
You can make money from flax seed oil,
Or a basket you should try
If you want to pay off your lay-bye.
You can't go awry
If you make a mat for a Marae (Maori Meeting house)
And many Flax cloaks
Have been made by Maori folk.
Why go to Scotland,
When you can get a Flax kilt in this land.
Your feet will not go rotten,
With Flax on their bottom.
If fishing is your line,
Then a Flax line will do just fine.
And a Flax trap will get you an eel
For your meal.
A drink made from Flax flower nectar
Will need no added sugar.
If you are lucky you may see a Tui (NZ bird) or three
Getting their nectar for free.
Now you have the facts on Flax first hand,
I hope you can see, demand though down,
May yet turn around and jobs could be found.
But if your axe is not yet away,
I have one last thing to say.
A saw with a chain bought from a store,
Will best suit your chore.
I know this for a fact,
As no-one was there when I reached for my axe.
Now I have no Flax and no axe.
No more Tui are within cooee
And my lay-bye has gone bye bye.
It is almost too much to bare,
Until I down more of my favourite beer
And I see a Tui once more.
Categories:
pay off, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Beauty Queen – The Ultimate Beauty Secret, A Collab with Cecilia Crasto
Did someone want to find the Ultimate Beauty secret? Against all odds, will persistence pay off at the Beauty Pageant? Watch to the end of this hilarious and heart-warming journey of resilience, humour, and style, as one contestant defies all odds.
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I'm going to enter a beauty quest
Win or lose it’s my right to contest
Age race or gender should not bold us back
We've fought for our rights so let's get on track
I'll enlist the help of my lovely niece
She runs a gym and is ready to please
We’ll, work on muscles and then the curves
Right now I'm just a bundle of nerves
Woke up this morning and my hair's all gone
A touch of alopecia and I'm like a sheep shorn
To make matters worse one eyebrow is missing
I look a freak and my cat is hissing
Well we’ll, work on muscles and then the curves
Right now I'm just a bundle of nerves
Woke up this morning and my hair's all gone
The day arrives and I'm ready to go
Wig and make-up in place I head for the show
My dress is from the Op Shop all silk and lace
And with my stilettos the stage I, will grace
They have us lined up to do the high kick
I raise my leg and feel my knee click
l' m forced to dance one leg in the air
Oh! how I long for my rocking chair
They're calling my name to receive the crown
My courage and persistence has won me renown
That dress from the Op-shop was a very good deal
I'll remember them kindly for their Winter Appeal.
Categories:
pay off, confidence, dance, humor, inspiration,
Form:
Lyric
Your making me walk on broken bones,
I’m breathing through punctured lungs
put me to the tight rope time to cross,
off you go, this is the grunge,
of my life, will it pay off?
Take out rent on my heart
and hide yourself up in the rafters
start the decay then depart.
I can taste bitterness on my tongue
feel it rot within my teeth
you’re making me kiss with bloody lips,
the ghosts are waiting just beneath.
Your making me walk on broken bones,
I’m living like a ghost dies,
Put me up to the pulpit,
I will recite the preacher’s lies.
Categories:
pay off, depression, devotionme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes he feels like a museum on
a Monday - empty, desolate, withdrawn
from the celestial library where not
yet written prose and poetry are stored.
A sleep-deprived, he walks around the rooms,
he curses rhymes and rhythms, he assumes
a pledge to give it up, to live a life
a mere human lives - to have a wife,
to find a paying job, to meet with friends,
to be a fan of “Liverpool”* that tends
to take last place this season, to get old,
to pay off mortgages, to die from cold
but not insomnia…
As someone said,
nothing is fuller than an empty head.
*England's football club
11/14/2019
Favourite Poem From November 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
pay off, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
A man of few words, my father taught by example.
The best thing he showed me
was to set my standards high
and to be my own judge -
always modest never defiant or arrogant.
If something needed doing
I should do it without expecting praise -
self-satisfaction being the ultimate goal.
He taught me to set my sights high
and to be my own boss
no matter the circumstances –
to be fiercely independent
not count on anyone.
I learned to go about my business and be self-sufficient.
I did not do well in teams – like a bull in a china shop
I had my objectives and went at them as a loner.
I never saw it exactly that way
but I did get good at it to a fault.
One day, it was a rude awakening when
it dawned on me how I was doing things for people
and they were consistently ungrateful.
I knew the problem couldn’t completely be with them
My so-called modesty had become self-fulfilling servitude.
It finally registered that if people didn’t have to ask,
they didn’t have to say ‘thanks’.
And that never mattered to me until
I realized that they were in fact not thankful
And THAT was a whole different ball game.
I literally spent days if not weeks
stubbornly trying to unlearn and reprogram myself.
Tried to get it through my skull that
if people ASK for something,
or at least ADMIT they would appreciate something,
that’s when they might actually appreciate it
How cheap can people be -
what a warped world we live in.
For me, it was a hard lesson in human nature -
I was actually an enabler encouraging people
to take me for granted.
People really do like games
even the ones who say they hate them.
Admittedly it was late in life I learned this lesson
And I admit I often still choose to do things
without getting people to actually ask.
But at least I’m cognizant of my ways.
And admittedly when I do pause
and play the ‘asking’ game, it does pay off.
But I’m so unbelievably stubborn I don’t always
want to pay the price for their gratitude
so to this day, if I feel something needs to be done
I’ll just get it done.
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on April 25, 2018
Categories:
pay off, appreciation, father, games, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
For them.
To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.
The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.
“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”
That is the untarnished memory she replays over and over again when events in her life go array.
Back then it was tangible and real, their lives together had not been succumb to so much misery and woe.
They have triumphed, failed, and even caused each other more pain than can be imagined; But through it all they always walked the path together, holding each others hand.
She loves him unconditionally and for that some people cant understand but love needs no excuses, certainly not for them.
She adores him for working so hard, slaving to the man trying to base a future and a plan for them, but she feels guilty that their small American dream over the years has always led down a dead end.
With today’s hard times she knows they are not to blame, but still her idol hands carry burden with them.
A plot of land, a small farm, and a home to call their own so they may grow old.
that’s all the pair desire.
He loves her to, a thought that at times is unfathomable.
He admires her dreams, even if they are bigger than the world and never distills fear in her that they wont one day come true. She thinks ill rationally and believes in things as a child would, but this merely makes him smile at her spontaneous outlook.
To him she is like a wild bee, searching ferociously for something.
At times he doesn’t think she will ever find it, that’s why its so hard to see her cry.
Life hasn’t been fair for them.
It’s a tragic book that just keeps reading on.
But they muscle through living on their dream and knowing that as long as they have each other, everything will be alright.
And as they drive home to their house with no walls, catching glimpses of each other in their ratty car they don’t feel so alone.
Behind those blue eyes, she will be forever nineteen to him and to her, as she gazes into his brown large pupils; the boy she knows has grown into a man and at that moment they know, one day all the sacrifices they have made will pay off.
Categories:
pay off, inspirational, life, love, day,
Form:
Ballad
The lovely Wisher Man and I found each other by the oak tree.
I thought he was a brownie or petite elf, not there for me.
You get three wishes, he said, for being nice today.
I laughed at him, but then I looked again. He had not flown away.
He had been flitting in and out of a knothole for an hour, of course.
I had acted like I did not notice, but now here he was full force.
I thought he was a regular faerie, but now I saw his truth and hey,
He was a genie. I had never met one before today!
Three wishes, I said, that is not easy. Can you pay off my house?
Is that your wish? He asked, flicking his ride, a gray mouse.
Yes, I said. That is wish number one. And I want to be in a show.
Dressed like a drag queen, in glitzy dress, and long, thick eyelashes, you know.
Wish number three? He asked with a smile. "A fire engine please."
I have always wanted my own, if this is not merely a tease.
Within the hour, my mortgage was paid off. I was driving to town
Dressed as a drag queen, ready to usurp any poser or clown.
It was the best day I have had in my entire sixty years!
And I have a fire truck siren that brings my neighbors to tears!
Categories:
pay off, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
She yelled, bring the girl and the little dog too!
My blood ran cold, wondering what she would do.
I was brought to her castle many years ago.
Ensuring my own kin I would never know.
We all grumbled about it, but we took off anyway.
To cross this old bat would not pay off any day.
My friend Chet looked at me and simply rolled his eyes.
Then we were up in the air, flying high in the skies.
And the little dog too, Chet said, with his mouth.
I laughed at his joke, as we flew to the south.
I telepathed to Toto – run dog, run far away,
But the dog knew Dorothy would get him the very next day.
So I snatched up that adorable black puppy, after walking back and forth.
Chet threw down a bunch of straw from the scarecrow, and we headed back up north.
I brought in my live prize, all wiggly and happy, not a bit blue.
That old witch did not even say thanks, having no manners through and through.
So the next day when she got melted I was the first flying monkey to cheer.
Chet laughed, and Sam snorted, and we took off to find our relatives, dear.
Written 11-02-2018 Contest: Off To See The Wizard
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
pay off, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Bamboo Tree
26 February 2012
Evergreen tree-like green herbage
Abounding woody stems travelling upwards
In a flick, moments-of-memory refuse to cede
At the sound of rustling leaves, pay off a reverie
Pliant in face of neither storms nor monsoons
It just sways and bends but never lose its elegance
Misty outside and leafing out to commune
Submissive to nature’s onrush by its restless dance
As the wind blows in every direction
Unmindful are we to disregard nature’s course
God’s invitation to see and listen into its perfection
On how each sight and sound heal one’s scarce
Bamboo nodes strengthen its stem
Each step is a faint for its humble growth
Interaction – a never dying language for ecosystem
Find comfort to its shadows as a token of troth
Not built for eternity but new shoots will replace
To repeat its vow to shed green leaves to procreate
An inseparable companion to give refuge and embrace
For all passing guests finding a way to relate
Noel N. Villarosa
Categories:
pay off, green, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Giving billions of pounds to banks that just squander
Sharing bonuses and gifts, as they internally launder
To Mr Cameron, an alleged Prime Minister for the people
You work for us, do your job right, climb our steeple
Currently in our workforce, there are ten million or more
Aged over fifty, by the score, by the score
Pay them all a million, let's call it severance pay
Retire them early, ten million jobs now in play
With their monies they must buy, a brand new fancy car
Ten million cars ordered, a motor industry to travel far
A house they must buy, or a mortgage to pay off
A dying housing crisis sorted, no builders will scoff
To their kids who have become idle, youthful travesty
No excuses now, to schools, college or universities
So many kids will be removed, no hanging about our streets
Education being their answer, crime fixed, the ultimate treat
Buying fuel for their new cars, purchasing a few bottles of wine
Their taxes and expenditure, will leave the economy fine
What the tax payer has laid out, as they internally launder
Whom we have voted in, do your job, we'll grow fonder
Adapted from an email I received at work today.
Categories:
pay off, politicalwork, work,
Form:
Couplet
He cheated on you- what a surprise
You’re wife #5 in his pattern of lies
Did you think he’d be loyal ‘cause he gave you a ring?
Did you think he’d stop flirtin’ and start stayin’ in?
Did you think you were special, that you were the one?
Puh-lease, you were a way to pay off wife #1!
Stop your cryin’ and moanin’, come on, get a grip
You were a fool, now get over it
Stop wastin’ your time on this ignorant schmuck
So what if you love him, who gives a f—k?
You’re still pretty; you’re in GREAT shape
With your blue eyes, red lips, and heart- shaped face
Your blond tresses, your dresses that show off your rack
Oh yeah, baby, you’ve got it; you’ve still got back
Put on some lipstick and paint your toes red
Get some f--k me heels; get outta that bed!
You’ve got style and charm and a sexy pout
You got it goin’ on; that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Don’t dwell on him, on how he did you wrong
Get out there and show him you’re still da bomb
9/18/12
For Vienna's "Let me have it then kiss my petunia" contest
Categories:
pay off, lost love, people, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
Here lies my wallet.
On my desk he sleeps.
His malnourished stomach’s
been empty for weeks.
No family survived him.
There is only me,
With no way to pay off
his burial fee.
Categories:
pay off, humor, money, poverty,
Form:
Epitaph
A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.
Categories:
pay off, adventure, art, confusion, death,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The bastards who dole out abuse
Like seeing my neck in a noose
But they've only sewn
A razor-edged kidney stone
Which for them has pain to induce
Author's note: Abuse can be enforced poverty and economic unfairness, forced relocation, racism and discrimination, religious intolerance, rape, forced labor, abduction, a lack of peace (of mind) and numerous other things. Life shouldn't seem like it's happening in a concentration camp. People need to have dreams and hope and know that they can have a job and that work will pay off. Are these the root cause issues of unrest we should address, or do we just build a bigger set of fences everywhere and see what happens?
Categories:
pay off, anger, anti bullying,
Form:
Limerick