Best Pay The Piper Poems
The hailings in the coridor of corruption
to the echoes of silence in the streets
Sirens whispering tales of wars
marines marching on looted lots
Justice is strangled by corrupt claws
Listen to the thunderstorm of civil lies
Masses keep mute in the well of woes
dreaming of dead democratic dividends
Ghosts pay the piper in Abuja malls
Poor traders dance naked in Alaba markets
The mother hen crows in the mourning
Our golden eggs are in one battered basket...
Strangers preen in the pomp of power
Danger sleeps on the lawn of loyal lies
Listen to the tales of ego from the west
He beats his chest with his tied claws
Echoes of error ran the errand quickly
gushing out of the gutter of grandiosity...
He belongs to nobody and picks nobody
Somebody actually belongs to somebody
I do not know the poultry she belongs
His living room and kitchen are his choice
She is confined to care, clean and cook...
Why bury the glow of the golden egg
washing down the wealth in her womb?
Why rock heaven's roof with tantrums?
She is not just the bed sinner of your world
but the queen of all golden layers
and players
even if she belongs to the other room.
The Enchantress with the Greenest of Eyes
This lady is quite lovely and most fascinating with the greenest of eyes,
And she’ll easily captivate and bewitch all men she meets with no surprise.
This lady has the reddest of hair, long and full, with such a lustrous sheen,
And with her soft skin and a nubile appearance she looks just like a queen.
This lady’s grace of movement and mellifluous voice are most charming,
Which makes her all the more enthralling to men and at once most disarming.
Now one can see why this Enchantress with her comely visage of pulchritude,
Can make easy work of the men she meets and mesmerizes with such certitude.
This reflects that some people in life are not what they always appear to be,
And this Enchantress wears such a mask hiding her true self—for no one to see.
Since this is the reality for men who fall for this lady while making their pitch;
It will be obvious to many of them over time that this Enchantress is a Witch!
For men who succumb to the spell of this Enchantress, it’s time to pay the Piper,
And so they will now meet the real person behind her mask who is Satan’s Viper!
With powers of sorcery and debauchery supreme this Enchantress sets her goals,
Which is to sow fear in her victims—bringing eternal damnation to their souls!
For men who might meet this Enchantress, don’t look deeply into her green eyes!
This deep look will lock your soul under her evil power and bring on your demise!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, January 20, 2015 (Rhyme)
Hey! What if a computer were a car?
So much more economical, by far!
You see at once advantages galore
With all that high-tech wizardry in store.
A virtual computer set on wheels.....
This surely is the very best of deals!
You rush to buy one of these "guided missiles",
Your automotive "Dell" with bells and whistles.
.................Fast forward now to one month down the road.
Your frenzied brain is ready to explode!
You found your car would crash three times a week!
You had to pay some sly computer geek
To get the blasted engine up and running.
(His service bills were nothing less than stunning.)
You learned that turning on the windshield wiper
Would mean you really had to "pay the piper"!
By sensing you clicked on that wiper part,
Your car would shut down and would not restart!
Your airbag system's totally annoying;
It asks you "Are your sure?" before deploying.
Your precious car insists, as it to scoff,
You must press "start" to turn the darn thing off!
Just when these gimmicks you begin to doubt,
Your car without a reason locks you out!
"Access denied!" until by luck you pressed
At once the grille and hood. (Who would have guessed?)
You feel betrayed by this hybrid computer?
You should have bought a plain old two-wheeled scooter!
She sat on her butt for a year
Eating cookies, pretzels and beer
Now looked at the scale
And started to wail
God, look at the size of my rear
for Carolyn's contest
Sadly, a true story
My time has come... my time has come
To rise and meet the day.
In hope the woe that follows me
Has been lost and gone astray.
As I have a desperate need to make amends
To burnish up my life.
And fight those fiendish hounds from Hell
Who wish from me another mortal slice.
My time has come... my time has come
To accomplish many things.
And make such time that I have left
Worthy to stir an Angel's heart to sing.
But time has never been kind to me
So I must wrestle with its claws.
In hopes to usurp a brief respite
And further hamper Nature's laws.
My time has come... my time has come
To seek out and find my Son.
And tell him of the pride I feel
Before my time is done.
And pray he may forgive me
For my many foolish ways.
And gather about him the memories
Of my hope for better days.
My time has come... my time has come
To further count the cost.
Where my spirit soars to right past wrongs
And find dear friends whom I have lost.
As I hope to find sweet salvation
Tucked within their warm embrace.
And with their help, a fervent desire to sample
A smattering of God's eternal Grace.
My time has come... my time has come
To settle up my debts.
As it is time to pay the piper
And surrender to the One I most respect.
So with one last thought of tasks undone,
My mortal corpse I shed.
For as you see... my time has come...
I now lie here cold and dead.
The Sun God
The greatest shining sun of fire
All bow to him the raging monster
The Earth it breathes other planets cower
We were chosen to live under total power
Infernal heat so pay the piper
Sweat to earn each hour by hour
The sun God sits on highest tower
Teaching children to run much faster
Burning mass leaves countries drier
We pray to false Gods Holy Father
Let us purge the Earth forget our brother
The sun God tells us no waste just murder
In the world we each are chosen to be a martyr
I have family so learn to look because he’s your master
50-50
was the divorce court decree
She and I both bear the blame,
yet, why does an 800-pound gorilla
preponderance of guilt
weigh heavy on the back of me?
I know I did my shameful part
to wreck our marriage
To destroy something that was once beautiful
I’m guilty as charged ...
let the gavel of judgment come down hard
Let it pound me into the dungeon dirt floor
Laying prone, I see an equal distribution of responsibility —
Half of the woe is on her,
half of the lament is on me
Even though she and I both share in the blame:
why is there a cinder block preponderance of guilt
wrapped tight around my feet,
pulling me ... into the murky depths
of final separation misery?
No evidentiary discovery
came to my prosecutorial rescue
when I cried aloud my plaintiff plaintive plea:
Judge Judy judge ... then please have mercy on me
Though I ain’t the only one at fault —
having my soul split asunder
is the ultimate marital penalty
I truly know, she and me both are to blame,
still, a heavy rope preponderance of guilt
grow taut from the back of a moving pickup truck
dragging empty clanging cans of grief,
with a vanity plate that says: Just Got Divorced!
Untie the bind ... this kinda freedom don’t make some happy
Pay the piper for playing an arpeggio parting amicably
And the court rubber stamped my heart
with a piece of paper that said: No Longer Married
Attorney G. Eden’s closed briefcase sound:
a rusted chain swinging from a courtyard tree
was the echo preponderance of my guilt —
Lynched broken vows hanging me
Marriage went down in flames ...
only thing salvageable
was a tarnished maiden name
This is the legend of Jack’s father
and to brag about him Jack won’t even bother
‘cause truth is not a virtue he inherits
and integrity’s a trait beneath his merits
Jack’s father takes the tip off every table
and parks his car in spots for the disabled
yeah Jack knows he’s a gambler and a liar
(not the mentor he was hoping to aspire)
If he can get away with stuff he WILL try
and he’s always at the ready with an alibi
Like the time he told Jack’s mother he’d be working late
when he was out with his mistress on a dinner date
But Jack’s mother’s oh-so-clever in her own way
she tells Jack “your dad will pay the piper someday
his lack of love and character will soon show
and there’ll be nothing of a legend left when he goes."
Her prediction was quite evident that weekend
when Jack’s father tried to steal from his best friend
but he couldn’t out run the Pit bull that was inside
(the neighbors just stood filming him as he cried)
“Oh help me please I’m really not a bad bloke”
but he became the 'butt' of every lame joke
‘cause his rear end bears the scars below his britches
(Jack's mum can't help but smile while doin' dishes)
Your garden is filled with bunnies –
I see them hopping around like this ….
Oh, I have been fighting those things for so long;
my husband thinks that I’m crazy.
I’m kicking against the resistance, tired and all,
but I take a rain check on giving up.
Somebody is going to pay the piper.
I am colder now;
I haven’t been hot …
for so long.
I’ll be there in no time –
my father is waiting for me.
I’ve spent milk money
to see Jack Robinson and Willie Mays
make their statements with hard wood and leather.
It is colder over here.
I was there when Luther first had that dream;
the FBI had to shut him up.
Since then, black people stop dreaming;
they’re scared of being shot.
Look what they do to my bed of lettuce.
My God, not my pak choi.
You guys are rabbit stew.
Those fools don’t know how to do it, do they?
All I want to do is get my tail back to Cincinnati.
I’ll have a damn good time,
just like I said,
I’ll have a damn good time.
You have got to know it for a while to see the changes.
I had a young man, who was helping me,
I told him let’s get the hell outa here.
What I was doing was the right thing to do;
I was ready to go.
I can’t handle it now,
but I could handle it yesterday.
I’m justice’s daughter;
I believe in free will.
I was the lady that was there.
It makes me feel good to know I’ve seen all struggles,
but my time has come.
Don’t let those precious moments pass you by.
Enjoy your life honey.
Fox in the fable all cards on the table
My life fits well in Pandora's box
A heart refusing a steady beat
With confusion, it pounds and knocks
When to pay the piper
The fear I face everyday
Like man standing before a sniper
Whose about to have his head blown away
I've tried to play by the rules
but maybe these are words of a desolate fool
I sit before a screen exposing truths in me
For everyone to review and dissect
Could that imply I have
Very little self respect?
I've met with every obstacle
For many years endured in silence real pain
But I no longer choose to
Walk in acid rain
I've become the obtuse
Refusing to continue living life as a recluse
Putting words to good use and
Send a STRONG MESSAGE to those
Who mentally and physically abuse
Harsh as it may seem
He who falters must redeem
A world filled with enmity
And divisions of seed
May the Lord not deafen
His ears to the pleas
Of humanity, cause we are
Lost without his infinite mercies
Happy New Year
The curtains are closed, everybody’s sleeping in.
They all had a busy day, bringing this Christmas in.
They have shopped and cooked and drunk alcohol all day.
There is no energy left for another day of play.
The roads are quiet, the shops are all closed.
Those up and about really look half dozed.
I feel sorry in a way for all those that celebrated
They look quite knacked now, their wallets very deflated
There is just time, to recover a little bit.
It’s few days before, they all restart living it.
The shopping, eating, drinking all through the day.
Welcoming the New Year in, with kisses and horseplay.
I wish you all well, with the strength to get through it.
Happy New Year, to all of you that will do it.
I hope you have strength to get though that night.
But remember the New Year doesn't start after after midnight.
Save some strength and resilience you need to carry on.
Another year must pass, before the next one.
A new year and none will know whatever it may bring
Be prepared to pay the piper, if the fat lady starts to sings
©~GG~2011
People are obedient to the power they serve
the source of all conflict and war works for the devil
No one in governmental positions ever calls for peace
they put sanctions on nations to fill their own ill bred pockets
we all can see clearly that greed plays its hand through bloodshed
Those old men sacrificing the young to do their dirty work
cowardly office boys sitting on their laurels hiding behind a desk
the mask has slipped revealing back stabbers
hiding behind a smoke screen the true origin sits
Pay the piper to play a different tune one with hope for the future
this destructive path the world is on is driven by fear
believing in something without evidence to back it up as existing
Slowly many will awaken to find it all is to late
when a majority can no longer be achieved without conflict
sad state of affairs as many have avoided learning
from the past mistakes tyrants and dictators work against God
Tis a hallowed place...
This cobbled maze of alleyways
Which bond these rat infested streets
Yet, gas lamps lit, stand betwixt the corners
And lone Bobbies patrol beneath their feet
London,
A littering city of homeless ashes
Falls shameful underneath the moon’s pathetic light
The darkness is the seductress... soon to be accomplice
As the hooligans, once again reanimate in mist of twilight
Scruff tooth kings of domains, self proclaimed
The dagger and a pocket flask, two most closely guarded friends
And in the dank corner pitch kingdom, we anticipate
From a realm dubbed “The London Dead End”
Lush stumblers...
Streetwalkers or simply naïve
Entry here, our law says you must pay the toll
Or pay the piper before you leave
I partake of liquid courage
And then I set my blade
To foot falls around corners this way come…
Among this lonely blackened place...
This maze…
Of streets and alleyways…
Paved over each eve with lost shadows
Never again... to witness a morning sun
The sky is falling on Wall Street
All manner of right and wrong
Going not going going on indeed
Just pay the piper for his song
A radio echoes from empty homes
The shadows ascend the stairs
Past the wing joint savings and loan
Past the fog of frigid coal kissed air
Sickly sweet teat fed romances
Yarns of truth so fat and round
A blind man could see it with both hands
Sure as thorns on a martyrs crown
After all that is meaningful we find
What nearly kills us makes us nervous
That sight is dearest to the blind
And we only see what serves us
Removing his temporal cataract
Death watches the days and hours
Providing what our lives lack
Incorruptible stopping power
Life’s a slow fall toward the grave
Hold your hands up and enjoy
The company of the brave
Whose dreams we do not destroy
There's a price to be paid for everything.
Nothing in life is free;
So be sure of a thing and the price to be paid,
Is it worth it? If not let it be.
We pay a price for whatever we do.
Where we go, who we see, what we say.
Even the way we wear our hair,
Is discussed and recounted next day.
Nobody worries 'bout right or wrong,
Or gives credit for circumstance.
Nobody cares if you're misunderstood,
Or about your innocence.
People watch people, for sure this is true.
It's self entertainment they seek;
So they watch other people in hopes they will find,
Some excitement to perk up their week.
So be careful about the places you go.
Speak clearly whenever you speak.
Be careful about the way you dress.
Keep your manner mild and meek.
People bend words and make up tales,
About who they saw when and where.
They care little about who they hurt with their words,
As long as they get to share.
They seek entertainment, popularity,
They seek to be amused.
They don't think about their target,
Or how they're being used.
But nothing in life is free, My Dear,
And they'll pay the piper too.
They'll pay for their words and they'll pay for their deeds,
Just like me and you.