Best Pay Your Dues Poems
a great mystery
a tale of love
love is life
love is sweet
sweet fantasy
sweet kiss
kiss of death
kiss of fire
fire warm
fire is great
great dream
great expectations
expectations disappoint
expectations too high
high in the sky
high price to pay
pay your dues
pay back
back log
back to the start
start flirting
start to finish
finish the story
finish it off
off guard
off the wall
wall to wall
wall of shame
shame on you
shame and honor
honor in death
honor killing
killing me softly
killing for pleasure
pleasure to know
pleasure party
party animal
party queen
queen of hearts
queen of passion
passion to write
passion for fashion
fashion model
fashion experience
experience desire
experience lust
lust for you
lust to dominate
dominate...
YOU...
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The storm brews in horizon hues
Lurking in gray, ominous skies
Prepare to pay your dues
Thunder claps, as the heart cries
Lurking in gray, ominous skies
An attack is now underway
Thunder claps, as the heart cries
Hold onto what you want to say
An attack is now underway
Stay strong, stand against the blowing force
Hold onto what you want to say
Focus and live to stay on course
Stay strong against the blowing force
Have faith and follow the light
Focus and live to stay on course
Let there be no never-ending night
Have faith and follow the light
Prepare to pay your dues
Let there be no never-ending night
The storm brews in horizon hues
Heidi Sands
5/5/22
Wrong is right and right is wrong.
Long is short and short is long.
Black is white and white is black.
Toilet paper we may lack.
All is zero. Zero’s all.
There’s no writing on the wall.
Down is up and up is down.
The scientist is now a clown.
Toes need hands and hands need feet.
Siberia does not need heat.
Cold is hot and hot is cold.
The old are young; the young are old.
Kitties bark and dogs meow.
There is no need of money now.
In shadows, shine. In sunlight, lurk.
He who works hard is a jerk.
Harsh noises blind, and snow storms burn.
No child is left behind. All learn!
Illogic see and reason lose.
Never have to pay your dues!
Dead’s alive; alive is dead.
To sleep well, do not go to bed!
Straight is crooked; Crooked’s straight.
Does heaven even have a gate?
Hell is heaven; heaven’s hell.
All humanity is well.
Light is dark and dark is light.
Peaceful earthlings like to fight.
The rich are poor; the poor have riches.
Politics leave us in stiches.
Night is day and day is night.
Right is wrong and wrong is right.
Sept. 11, 2021
For the Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest of charles messina
Now for 'A BRIAN STRAND 1093' Poetry Contest
We would sleep oft as light as a flagging breeze, eyes dry and smarting; with minds ill at ease..'
Our lives then the currency to pay your dues, who would return from our sorties? we had not a clue.'
We fought off the nausea, as well as the foe, we'd tied wires to ailerons if it meant we could go..'
Our aim was sure, our desire's to win.' Our hearts burned for freedom; midst the dogfighting & spin,
We honoured this country, child maid and man, from the bankers, to the bakers; lords or labouring men.
Our thoughts oft assailed, by the task on our hands; our limbs felt fatigue, yet we held to the plan..'
We came back from our 'bailouts', to a pittance of pay; then returned to the sky by the night & the day.
Our flights held this country, kept its hope; earned its trust, we hold no regrets for blood spilled in the dust
We know that our sacrifice, will be not effaced; keep the faith we've delivered, here in our covenant place.'
©Joe Maverick 7/2/2015
Sucking away vitality destroying your soul;
His delusions and anger cannot hide what's inside;
Vehemence in the face of adversity his demeanor breeds fear
Apprehensive, what next? Violence erupts once again
Diabolical meanderings, picturing situations untrue;
Poisoning the atmosphere, with no thoughts visible to you
Twisting fact and fiction, in his mind, is it really true?
Jumping from conclusion to conclusion keeping his anger fueled
Is it guilt feeding his mind? His conscience troubling him?
Accusations stem from nothing! He really has no clue!
Shutting down emotionally turning numb thru and thru
He keeps the fire rolling, breeding contempt nothing new
Running from the fallacy, of what life really means for him;
Threats and ultimatums destructive to all on his whim;
Forces the confrontation another hell night to live thru
Stay awake, or hope and pray he falls asleep before you do?
Don't contemplate what harm sleeping may cause for you
Only retaliates is there nothing you can do?
Screaming although its late it's time to pay your dues
Demonstrates there is no debate, saying lies that are untrue;
Can anyone relate, to pain once it begins?
No way to escape fate, the broken record never ends;
Accept now what is, not longing for should have been(s),
what was, is not, what is, what a tragic end
There never was a what was, its an imagined should have been
You've got to choose,
to walk in those shoes,
to pay your dues,
to sing the blues.
Something so right,
all shiny and bright,
don't just come in the night,
you've got to bleed and fight!
And when you are winning,
it's just the beginning,
there'll always be new things,
out there for the taking.
Bells, whistles, and fluff,
how much is enough?
Do you need all this stuff?!
Can you call your own bluff?
Born of the night, in the sky's own light.
Left to the sun, to die on the run.
Born of the stars, near the ballroom of Mars.
My life on the run, the half life of a sun.
We know that it's ending soon,
We know the band's out of tune. We know.
Slave to the earth, to my death, from birth.
Life on the edge? Have you seen "the Edge"?
Loved till I lost, such a cost.
My feelings are numb, the half life of a Son.
We know that it's ending soon,
We know this city's out of tune. We know.
From the start of it all, I've run with the ball.
You must pay your dues? Walk a mile in my shoes.
For better or worse, I've turned to my verse.
I've seen what's to come, the half life of a sun.
It's a hurricane of pain, to know the insane.
Begin at the start, find a key to my heart.
In all that's been said, I should have been dead.
To all that I've done, the half life of the Son.
We know that it's ending soon,
We know the worlds out of tune. We know.
For the song that is sung, my gold not yet spun,
We've not yet begun, goodbye and for one,
The Half Life of the Sun.
There is more to this law than just saving a child’s life.
It’s the governments control of your daughter or wife.
My thoughts on abortion will always be a moot point.
Morality is something only God should anoint.
In an ideal world, our children would be raised right.
There will always be evil that lurks in the night.
There are perverts and rapists, and those who seek power.
We also have the righteous in their Ivory Tower.
Imagine your pregnant wife had a complication tomorrow.
Would you do all that you could, even beg, steal or borrow?
Think of that doctor who just gave you the bad news.
Abortion is against the law, so you must pay your dues.
Your wife and unborn child are now both doomed to die.
There are no exceptions, it’s illegal and that’s why.
Our government shouldn’t dictate, what’s morally right or wrong.
It’s the woman’s choice, and that’s where it should belong!
Dare to bear all
That fling of gall
That sudden fall
Dare to live well
Bear storm and hell
Live what life spells
Dare to be wise
Pay then the price
Rise beyond vice
Dare to be good
In any mood
Love beyond food
Dare to be true
In any cue
Then pay your dues
Dare to be kind
In all you find
In heart and mind
Dare to be clear
Despite your fears
Live vivid cheer
Dare to style joy
Let zest employ
Words you deploy
Dare to live calm
Let cheer spread balm
In charming psalm
Dare to face choice
With steady poise
In active voice
Dare to align
Ply fond design
Fine tact that signs
Dare to just greet
Bitter and sweet
In all you meet
Dare to live right
Look for the light
Love gives sure sight
Dare to be sure
In action pure
Purge vain allure
Dare to be brave
Dare beyond grave
To touch and save
Leon Enriquez
02 September 2014
Singapore
He will come to call
if you neglect your P's and Q's,
if you dabble in the black arts,
or forget to pay your dues.
He'll be less than optimistic
if you ply a wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset the apple carts.
He'll paint you in the darkest light
and make you wear a hood,
play with your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your spirit
or confront the devil's will,
remember he is waiting
for your common sense to spill.
I'm the glazed and greedy look inside your beady little eyes
I'm the one that makes you jump...I'll have thinking you can fly
My lips spew lies that lead you straight into seduction
In my frying pan you fry...I bring the heat...I bring the friction
I am addiction
I'll have you selling your soul for a bag of demon dust
I'll watch drown in devil water in a volcanic rush
True love and trust they get rusted in the acid rain
Now that monkey on your back is a monster bringing shame
You roll the dice still I run this game!
You'll never get off this terrible one way train
I take aim and shoot my arrows in your heart until it's dead
I say it's all in fun but it's really soul subtraction
I am addiction
I'll make you pay your dues for it
I'll make you sing the blues for it
I'll make you sick and sweaty...I'll even make you drool for it
While you're vomiting your vengeance down desperation drains...
I'll wash my hands with your blood...like a bleeding crucifixtion
When will you realize?...It's no longer a fantasy...It's no longer a fiction
I am addiction
Something different, something a little new
life is filled with people who does and doesn't do
I like being single yet I ride with fifty in a crew
I know Im a winner in a written game where many seem to lose
You see me drinking watered down booze
Im walking so much words they seem to take a cruise
Choises of today are many and yet only one at a time to choose
Your rent is up so you best pay your dues
Because my money is so green it make your thumb bruise
Im so gangster I look cool twenty-two years past grade school
Thinking hard thoughts like yet another lost ****ing fool
I keep living lies thinking that they be the truth
Im so old to this generation it's like Im brand spanking new
im so over this old that I need to start something new
Pay your dues now,
Invite fond blooms;
Quest can endow,
Urge inspires boom.
Answer the call,
Note that clear poise,
Trust beyond gall.
Treat with pure voice,
Rise to firm good,
Indulge your norms ;
Fling happy moods,
Laughter shows form.
Expect and see:
Soul floods plenty.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2015
Singapore
Call yourself obstructionist
Who blocks a popular bill
A Democrat, I think not,
From West Virginia still.
You, the arbiter of right?
Your constituents starving,
Coal companies pay your dues
Pharmacies in your pocket,
Stock is the name of your game.
Publicity you're craving
Run for the presidency!
Observe just how far you get.
written January 24, 2022
[A Welsh form usually employed to
praise or deride a well-known
public figure.]
Quatrain #7:
PEACE
Be calm and clear to live each day,
Linger with cheer that makes fun play,
Loiter right here to pay your dues,
Peace knows no fear as tough times slay.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 June 2015
Singapore