Best Pay Up Poems
Tax Time
File by April 15th,
avoid penalty and interest.
Declare all income from:
gainful employment
investments
state refunds
poker winnings
bingo winnings
jury duty
or even if you sell your old jalopy
to your cousin.
But your losses are not fully deductible,
must be reduced or prorated,
spanning future years.
There are limits, you know -
and those limits - well,
tax credits apply to others,
in every case . . .
you've exceeded the limit.
So dig deep . . . and pay up.
Categories:
pay up, april,
Form:
Free verse
Very silently step by step
In the dark it slowly crept
Until one day, to my surprise
The world I knew, I could not recognize
Little bits first then big ole pieces
Before you are aware, the world you know ceases
Never did I gave it a single thought
A glimpse of the end was all I caught
I took it for granted; am I to blame
Thought it would always stay the same
Eventually I decided to join in
With feet first, I jumped in the din
Kill the cops; behead the innocent
Persecute the holy, pay up for the indolent
None of these things sounded right to me
I found, I tried, I could not be
What can be done; I do not know
But where it is heading, I cannot go
Categories:
pay up, change, violence, world, ,
Form:
Rhyme
Hm, unchain me from my pit of poverty
My pit of impure pity and messed-up misery – let it go! Misery, let me go! You
won’t let me light up with delight though
Ohhh, living this lie with or without you, you see?
Change me inside out, oh Lord…I can’t afford to pay up my debt, reducing me
to tears of woe…you never loved me, you know?
I’m recovering from the love flu
I’m recovering from losing you
I’m recovering from the departure of us two
I’m recovering from this blasted rue
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
V.3:
Face the truth…you made me fall victim to your pain
Look through my pane…
Look through my pane of my past
You’re running so fast – let me keep pace, so we can beat this race together at
last!
I’m recovering from the love flu
I’m recovering from losing you
I AM recovering from the departure of us two
I AM recovering being reduced to the tears…oh wait, I’m no longer absorbing
rue…I had no clue this would happen to me out of the blue…God knew what
I’ve gone through and He found my other shoe that I lost…now, I’m placing my
feet in His shoes, meaning I AM officially a part of His crew!!
~!@#$%^&*()_+=-)(*&^%$#@#@!~
Categories:
pay up, angst, beauty, betrayal, blessing,
Form:
Lyric
I want to be a captain
From the old salty sea
I want to steal booty
Quickly and then flee
I need me a peg leg
So that my body can stand
And a sharp pointy hook
In place of me hand
I need me a ship
One with black sails
Throw on some cannons
They better not fail
I be needin’ a crew
One that is strong
But better be quiet
When me plan does go wrong
A top my shoulder
I need me a parrot
One that won’t squawk
He be worth 14 carat
You be readin’ me sea chant
It be a catchy tune
I hope ye enjoyed it
Now you owe me gold doubloons
If ye don’t pay up
It’ll be a walk on the plank
Or perhaps a quick dip
In me shark infested tank
Categories:
pay up, funny, imagination, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The Jumpers Story/ poem
The Jumpers came - we don't know if they will stay.
What are the jumpers, you might say? We all know
that people that jump from high places are called
jumpers. Also anybody that jumps would be called
jumpers too.
To all of you that don't know ( Jumpers ) are a type
of Tennis shoes.. they were designed by a young
woman from Argentina and were exibit in an Art
Festival. They were designed, especially for immigrants,
that cross, or jump over into the United States.
These shoes were designed with a map, a night light, a
compass and the Mexican Emblem. They also have a secret
pocket for pills in case they got sick, like a bad head ache.
They also have another pocket to save change, for a phone
call.
In the back of the shoes they have the picture of a priest.
He is considered a Saint. His name is Toribio Romo. These
shoes were made in China. They cost $ 17.00 a pair. Here in
the U.S. they would go for $ 250.00, but only 1,000 were made.
The designer of these Tennis shoes gave them to the people
that were about to cross over to the United States, so they
wouldn't get lost. All this happened in Tijuana Mexico.
There is a Legend, so people say. Back in the early 1970's, people
started reporting that, whenever they got sick, lost, or pass out
from hunger - a prist would appear out of no where and help them
out. The people said that the priest fed, or nursed them if they
were sick.
After they ate, or got better, he would direct them to where they
were going. He would even tell them how to get a job, when they got
to their destination, than he would just dissapeared. All this up to now
has been happening on and off.
It has been known that people would pay up to $ 500.00 for these shoes.
They were designed with a good intention, to save lives. Maybe they
would save the life of a person once, but too many times - I don't
think so....
Note: This is a true story. I got to see these shoes.
They showed all the details. These shoes are called
( Brincos ) and that in English means ( Jumpers )
Categories:
pay up, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
My phone rings…. I answer it but say nothing as I don’t recognise the displayed number and I can only hear ‘white noise’ at the other end. Okay I admit I’m going deaf and will be getting my hearing aid soon but that’s another story.
I check out the number on Google and see it’s scammers who ring up people claiming to be from Microsoft and unless you pay up heaps of money they will hack your computer. It was the second time they had called in two days so I’ve written a little script based on an old joke for when they eventually try again
Caller: Hello I’m calling from Microsoft
(before they can get on with the rest of their script)
Me: Oh are you the engineer, I’m glad you rang so quickly after I logged a fault call. Please can you help me, I have a terrible issue with my computer, well it’s not my laptop it belongs to my son ....
Me: You know the handy little coffee cup holder on the side, well it’s broken…
Caller: (getting cross as he can’t use his script) What the heck are you talking about…
Me: The coffee cup holder – you must know the one … you press a little button on the side of the laptop and it shoots out …it’s so handy for my coffee mug but it’s got jammed and it’s only half way out and I can’t use it.
Caller: Coffee cup holder - are you mad?
Me: No… I'm not mad but I have short term memory issues … but my son will be absolutely bloody fuming if I don’t get the coffee cup holder sorted. Can you tell me how to fix it?
Caller: Just hangs up in frustration!
I just need them to ring me now and I will be ready!
Short Story Contest N/A in contest judged on 9/27/16
Submitted to Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please Sponsored by Broken Wings
09~27~16
Categories:
pay up, computer, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Soon will be time to pay income tax
They don’t care if you E or send fax
The result is the same
You pay up ‘til you claim
You’re clean like by a dose of exlax
For Carolyn's "taxing times" contest
Categories:
pay up, funny
Form:
Limerick
< hes my banker and my heads horseman
calling bounty on anothers land
hark the herald angels
I think this game is swell
now thimble owes me sixty five grand
Written by Katherine Stella
Entry For Judy Konos's
Monopoly The Game Of Life Contest
G.L. All
Categories:
pay up, adventure, childhood, education, family,
Form:
Limerick
The Search to Find the Edge of the Ice
They say moss doesn't gather on a stone rolling, in motion,
And even wise algae gets left in the wake,
Of a proud ship, foresail dipped, rising upon an ocean,
Yet what of the movement of cold, blued, polar ice,
Where humanity has no known device,
That can truly assess each crevasse like a human eye,
Not wafting past, digitising from way up high,
But the eye picking out subtle changes,
The sense of touch, of feeling crumbling, matters much,
And no satellite can be quite right as the human nose,
Smelling fauna, or the stench of rotting, dead plants or fish,
For ice recedes its movement gathers stones,
But it reveals things, that satellites alone,
Can never bring to assess, without assumption in that process,
And so a legend of arctic exploration abandons long treks,
Or climbing mountains, and not due to getting older,
Indeed using boats for a landlubber is getting bolder,
Taking stock of the after shock,
The Northwest passage laid out, like a virgin on a wedding night,
Internally sobbing for the state our world is in,
For there was no ice, not even enough for a consoling gin,
The long march of humanity's future discontent,
Requires assessment, a global response to a new war cry,
Come Europe, Come China, Come India, Come America,
Come hear the cry of the Canadian northwest,
Of the fears of Greenland becoming a new forest,
Come Australasia, Russia too, come all countries, much to do,
For we must rise to assess the circumstance of the ice regress,
To prevent surprise, loss of our world's bequest,
And pushing forward the advance guard of this new challenge,
Is Sir David's team, the polar ocean phalanx,
Not sat around at home in comfy armchairs,
But doing something, going somewhere, to show we care,
Seeking to find and monitor and report back,
Crucial knowledge that currently we lack,
For how can we plan to avoid our worlds future sorrows,
If we do not make an effort to find out for our tomorrow,
Where exactly is the edge of the ice, which today no device,
Can show in a way that all of human kind can know,
Does the ice recede or simply ebb and flow,
Stand up, man up, pay up, support them,
Lets see them depart and sail,
To find this century’s holy grail,
The search to find ‘The Edge of the Ice’.
@Andrew Carnegie, Challenged in Wiltshire, Jan 12th 2017.
Categories:
pay up, adventure, courage, encouraging, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Confounded
-1-
When tension grips and the head reels
In its ever accelerated twirl
When two rays dangle from two flayed poles,
And the dumb loss of a moment’s truth
Looks so conspicuous and an eminently
Forgettable lapse of an inoffensive world
When the gentle genre to which the slamming
Of an ever open door in the face of
The rare perspicacity and purpose shown
By a soul, a land and a generation belongs
Looks so commonplace; when the benign
Visitor’s countenance does indeed despair
And crave a black visor above the originality
Of its expansiveness and the staggering degradation
Of its vitality; I have this great ache’s abundance
Stirring in my cupped palms, held out in supplication,
Till it rests, for an ever lasting understanding
Ever in the vision, ever into its aftermath.
-2-
And when an hour’s trial and a moment’s judgement
Bide time in the halls of eternity
I get this call upon me to my concept’s elucidation
And this urge to its sound espousal
But in a brief and breathless pass upon a syllable
When I catch the trail left of a wayward home coming
I find eunuchs elucidating emancipation’s final flowering
In its lone path of glory.
And for once I lose my heart, I lose my sensibilities
The stupendous reversal of a progression of faith
Finally does catch up with me
Annulling this reckless gambler’s momentary wins
But who is now going to pay up its hefty price
And take home the horrid truth.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
17 May 12
For: Elliott Bowe's" Drunken pen"
Categories:
pay up, confusion, home, home,
Form:
Free verse
Robin Hood was bored this day
Heard the sheriff was passing his way
Collecting taxes from the poor
Many would be starving but they knew the score
Pay up and shut up, would listen to no pleas
Robin hid his merry men amongst the trees
The mighty sheriff he would tease
Put a rope across the pathway
Now was the sheriff's time to pay
Shh I hear the horses coming
Marian laid down as though she was sunning
The sheriff reigned his horse in fast
Nearly running over the comely lass
Robin's maid thinks he, his chance at last
"Why sheriff", she said her eyes a twinkling
"How can I rise from here was thinking"
Down jumped the sheriff dismissing his men
Naughty thoughts he was thinking then
Took off his jacket his pants were to follow
When he heard a noise from the hollow
Was Robin tittering the sight too hard to swallow
The sheriff showing his pale white thighs
Brought tears of laughter to his eyes
The sheriff was aroused by his demise
Before looking up into Robin's eyes
Grabbed for his sword but was on the ground
Woods ringing of laughter all around
Sheriff knowing he looked like a clown
Out came the merry men the sight to see
A sheriff looking embarrassed needing a wee
"What do you want Robin" he said at last
"Return without any money, this year No Tax".
He had to agree no option to take
So back to Nottingham the king to face
Swearing his men to secrecy said "no tax at this place".
Form rhyme royal. Two couplets and a tercet.
Categories:
pay up, fun,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
The College Graduation
By Elton Camp
To a life of prosperity, you see
Your college degree is the key
Commencement speaker did say
Each and every expected cliché
“Not an end, but a beginning
The race of life you’re winning”
“Why, the first thing that you know
You will be bringing in lots of dough”
But as was the college’s intention
Certain things he didn’t mention
Jobs will prove hard to come by
No matter how hard they may try
Massive student loans come due
What will the hapless grads do?
Even bankruptcy won’t wipe ‘em out
“Pay up or else!” the lenders shout
Those who fail to pay what they owe
It’s off to debtor’s prison they may go
The grads have the world by the tail,
Let’s just hope they don’t go to jail
Categories:
pay up, angst, life, may,
Form:
Rhyme
Buried Alive
Casted shadows of doubt,
linger within despair.
Help me into insecurity,
life damage, pay up and repair.
Blinding white lies of brightness,
flash assaulted now face to face.
It's lifes dimmed out light switch,
where burnt bulbs are never replaced.
Echoing noise pollution madness,
a periodic collapse of mind.
Thinking without any real purpose,
moving forward yet still falling behind.
Feeling the weight of disastrousness,
your Spirit continually pinned down.
Lived life unhappily ever after this,
buried six feet above the ground...
Categories:
pay up, conflict, grief, identity, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
SOMEBODY OWES POETS "MONEY" AND A LOT OF IT"!!! THE POEM WAS WRITTEN ,AND IT WAS BENEFICIAL,AND HELPED THE "POLITICIAN TO WIN"!! PAY UP! MOST POLITICIANS REALLY SHOULD PAY "THE POET OF THE DAY"!POETS TELL THE REAL TRUTH IN A REAL WAY!!SOMEBODY IS GOING TO PAY IN CASH ! THEY WILL BE CAST OUT WITHOUT ANY DOUBT! THOSE WHO WRITE MOST POETRY ARE THERE TO CAUSE PEACE,AND PERPETUATE EVERLASTING LOVE!!!!POETS CAN CAUSE WAR OR CAUSE PEACE. POETS CAN MAKE 'PUBLIC MEDIA SURVIVE OR DIE!WE ALL WANT TO BE PAID.POETS ARE THE PEOPLE WHO SEES THROUGH THE "PUBLIC MEDIA",AND WHAT THEY DO TO GET PAID "THE MONEY THAT THEY ARE "DUE"!!!!! POETS SEE WHAT IS REAL AND TRUE!!!LOVE A POET,AND REALIZE HOW TO LOVE YOUR CREATOR,AND YOUR SAVIOR! WE ALWAYS NEED TO WATCH OUR BEHAVIOR!! THE KENTUCKY LOTTERY HAS FOUND OUT HOW TO KEEP ANYONE FROM WINNING IN THE GREAT STATE OF KENTUCKY ON PICK 3-4 CASH BALL OR ANYTHING ELSE!!! THEY TAKE IN THE NUMBERS ,AND NEVER LET THEM WIN,AND CHEAT THERE NEXT OF KIN!!! THE KENTUCKY LOTTERY TAKES NUMBERS IN EVERYDAY,AND MAKES SURE THAT THAT NUMBER THAT IT TOOK IN DOES NOT WIN!!!THE WINNING NUMBER WILL BE A NUMBER THAT THE COMPUTER MADE SURE THAT ANYONE IN THE STATE OF KENTUCKY CANNOT WIN!!!! CHEETING USING A COMPUTER WILL CAUSE "COMPUTER CHEATING TO END"!
Categories:
pay up, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Prose
Happily never ever after,
Said the frog to the princess,
"We have only til' midnight until this fairytale is over"
With a glide of a wand, the godmother reversed back all memories
Of stories made up of tall tales, and Disney wishing,
"Your prince has yet to come out of the closet
and admit he's been stealing your shoes... or in your case... your stepsisters
Your mother called her botox appointment has been rescheduled,
Your father is out busy doing one of the fairies
Oh! and the enchanted wonderland you live in is over due with rent,
either pay up or move out!
This concludes all the messages for you, out of spacebook
One more thing, I sent you a request; add me as your imaginary friend, and check
out my wall of last winters "Dramatic Ball Gowns" festival"
Categories:
pay up, adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination
Form:
Free verse