Best Payment Poems
Monday's child eats beans,
Tuesday's child is full of Greens,
Green's payments of spinach.
Categories:
payment, funny, child,
Form:
Haiku
The democracy balloon is dragging the ground,
Bouncing and skipping shaking it down,
A tisket a tasket …we’re in the basket
Getting lost as before we were found.
We know better ..but are we stuck?
Do we still know which way is up?
A tisket a tasket, there’s a chicken, just ask it
Are all your eggs in one basket?
Well there’s uncle Sally kissin’ on uncle Bill,
All their eggs in the coop up on capitol hill,
What’s the fix?
It’s all in back of thee.
Abundance gone to complacency,
And sliding to apathy.
A tisket a doter,
What happened to the voter?
Government growing past thirty percent,
With or without voter’s consent.
The country’s fate is in the basket, we trashed it.
Where’s the common sense?
It took a hike, jumped the fence,
To bigger government,
That’s no compliment .
Democracy, this republic
dying soon dead,
Social system resurrected,
and gone in the red.
Get on the phone, Constitution’s blown,
you didn’t know ?
it started back when ,
Where have you been?
Those who rape welfare and don’t care,
and others who by millions come illegally,
for their culture’s vote, are treated regally
Hike up the worker’s tax to the max.
Laws made up for the common working woman and man
that exclude the President and congress are a sham.
What happened to common sense?
Traded for two pence.
“Enlightened” citizens have one point two babies,
Abortion murders allowed from haedes.
A tisket a tasket, don’t look in THAT basket!
Wombs are tombs but what the heck, be politically correct?
Democracy balloon is draggin the ground,
Bouncing and skipping, shaking it down.
There’s a fortune cookie rolling around,
That says we’re dictator bound.
We’ve missed it so don’t mask it
We had it and voter’s trashed it.
That’s all I have the heart to say
on this God given day,
Except to sadly say,
goodbye to
the good ole...
U.S. of A.
Categories:
payment, history
Form:
Rhyme
When in the dark of heated greed,
There was a shock, a unemployed face.
It had whispered of bad weather,
A storm of flashing commerce.
Parchments expanding the stain of green,
By the light of reflecting fleash.
Man has power in dollers,
Captilism mentaly teases the masses.
Encourging the action of fantsy.
A dream exposed for payments.
Desire in the bare undernieth.
To the Devil and the one percent.
But I to, in my sweet sigh,
Of my Shakspear gaze,
For that strangle of golden lights.
The price is,
The pound of fleash.
Categories:
payment, blue,
Form:
Free verse
When in the dark of heated greed,
There was a shock, a unemployed face.
It had whispered of bad weather,
A storm of flashing commerce.
Parchments expanding the stain of green,
By the light of reflecting fleash.
Man has power in dollers,
Captilism mentaly teases the masses.
Encourging the action of fantsy.
A dream exposed for payments.
Desire in the bare undernieth.
To the Devil and the one percent.
But I to, in my sweet sigh,
Of my Shakspear gaze,
For that strangle of golden lights.
The price is,
The pound of fleash.
(sry Spell check was not working )
Categories:
payment, business
Form:
Free verse
When Her Own Payment Came Due
Came torturing moment that she just knew
he could never be her eternal love
No old age, everlasting for the two
their love would die, no reprieve from above
Yet his touch scorched her into frenzy
days were spent fighting loss's sad arrival
His kiss sent her world into a tizzy
afterwards she'd fight for her survival
Finding Fate hard, seeing future regrets
nights now spent enjoying lover's touch
Present time was just as good as it gets
for burning love seared her far, far too much
Dawn broke, came that sad moment she just knew
Years flown by, now her own payment came due
R.J. Lindley
Sept 20th, 1978
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 105
Old Note- Some earthly loves are only destroyed by death..
If one ever finds such and lives it they should consider it a great blessing despite the sad end.(1978)
New Note- Has now been found, now awaiting the end......
fleeting time it may or may not be but life has never had
any guarantees. (2016)
Categories:
payment, appreciation, art, life, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
sleepless nights
with no frights
yesterday's battles
caused some rattles
payment is made
poems won't fade
so the light will always shine
making my life very fine
Categories:
payment, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
Grief came as you went away,
an unwelcome replacement;
I became joy's castaway,
every day a long lament.
A sweeping shadow held sway--
sealed, a vault of black cement;
no where to go, run away;
it would follow where I went.
Would I wish you back today
to relive your discontent?
I would rather hold grief's bouquet,
drink in the fermented scent.
Heaven's benefit outweighs
for you a long life-torment;
you were freed, you flew away;
I choose to grant my consent.
Looking at my grief this way,
I learned to be content:
there are two sides to dismay,
a payment of spare intent.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 9, 2014
Categories:
payment, feelings, grief, life, peace,
Form:
Quatrain
In the land of the free
What has gone wrong
From the thirteen States
Where is the song
The song that united
A people so free
From the land of so many
In downward spiral spree
Of resources so vast
In lands so spread
What has driven this nation
To tomorrow dread
Employment is so important
As it allows families to grow
They may not become rich
But in their garden, they sow
In this modern world
Where we are in chemical shine
We have to look after our health
Not just yours, but mine
The People have Spoken
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We must reduce our Nuclear Cause
Because its not right for us
We have to be loyal to us Americans
For it deters us to cuss
We must look to our neighbours
If we can sort out the above
Pat each other on the back
Then we no longer shove
We must look to tomorrow
And reduce conglomerate gain
Because in our free America
They increase our strain
We must look to foreign policy
For we are a nation of mix
Our talking starts today
For our future fix
We must look to the White House
As we elect them in
We must never be judgemental
On their colour of skin
We must look to the future
Through the most beautiful of hues
Our future is our health
Or is it Down Payment Blues
We must look to the heavens
If we are religious or what
We don't want to look on our past
As forget me not
Listen to the People
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Inspired by AC/DC's " Down Payment Blues "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america-2.php
Categories:
payment, hope, passion, people, places,
Form:
Rhyme
Guilty Via Paymen
Hohoho.....
Here in Bolehland, a murder case is being heard in High Court...
A very intriguing case where a deputy public prosecutor ended dead in a cement drum ....
The seventh accused, Ravi Chandran, if he is to be believed...
Was an instant millionaire seven times over if promises of payment were realised....
His price for freedom in exchange for wealth promised to the tune of RM7millions.....
A prison officer, reportedly on behalf of then PM Najib, he offered 3.5m....
Dr Kuna, military pathologist and one of the co-accused, reportedly promised RM1.5m....
Most incredibly, the victim's brother himself, Richard Morais....
A datuk no less, and a self confessed hard core gangster on top of that...
He offered RM2m in money in exchange for a guilty-as-accused plea....
A massive total of RM7m was promised in money......
If only the hero Ravi Chandran admitted to a guilty plea...
Makes one wonder, here in Bolehland, real life drama can outstage any Bollywood screen drama...?
Hohoho....
Categories:
payment, community, murder,
Form:
Free verse
This many guys dislike its mention
Including an owner of mansion,
From avowed lover walking away
And next time block his coming their way…
For even the steadfast tax payer
Regular payment not his prayer;
One could swear there’s no Tax Payer Max
Who wouldn’t want the rules to relax!
As often as not tax evasion,
To depletion of wealth aversion...
What makes a citizen a patriot,
Long prattles about it like parrot;
‘Very proud’ the delivering voice
Though doubtful over it would rejoice…
In US a political risk,
Your rival handling the matter brisk
In Nigeria treated like God’s tithe,
Easily, payers like struck snakes writhe…
Tax payment states its own energy
“Mass non-payment nation’s elegy.”
Categories:
payment, business, hate, integrity, people,
Form:
Rhyme
They wait their turn,
Watching from the sidelines.
Cheerfully chattering, they speak,
Perhaps of weather.
Then suddenly they’re off!
Swooping down, they glide,
Wings extended in crucifix,
They brake. Alighting softly
Onto the pavement.
Here there are seeds scattered.
Tossed each day by a frail hand
From the porch above.
There is a bond here. An understanding.
Food for song.
Cheaper than cable TV,
At times more entertaining.
They finish now. They’ve had their fill.
They launch together,
Land together,
Watch and wait together,
From the bushes at the side
Of the pavement below the porch.
Tomorrow the hand will come again
To pay them for their song.
Categories:
payment, bird, food, song, together,
Form:
Narrative
Verizon payment arrangement -
due november fifteenth two thousand nineteen
Yours truly long time
satisfactory Verizon customer
i.e. namely this monsieur
breathes easy, cuz within noggin
contentment doth whir
billing agent pleasant as
Mister Rogers neighbor.
Great relief pending bill
$148.80, she did defer
'pon my explaining
lack of adequate funds
I did forthrightly inform her
social security disability
electronically deposited door
ring first week of next month
and without dad dough of shout for sure
upon being told, I got no cell phone,
she (courteous billing representative)
waived attendant fee
reflexive generous extempore,
such simple random act of kindness
suffused within me to core
of central processing unit
circuits comprising fatherboard decor
rum lit up analogous to Christmas tree
generating sense and sensibility of euphoria
buoying spirits in severe contrast wherefore
once pawn time... couple nights backs,
I got attacked courtesy small escritoire
after losing balance attempting to stand
from crouched position immediately more
than less unsteadily, veritably, wobbly...
fell back felt desk corner explore
right side ribcage felt brunt edge bore
ring into body, yet
dressed to keep warm
blunt right angle wood frame did score
jabbing, nearly goring thru jacket
feeling searing pain shoot pour
sting as if struck with lightning
resigned to crawl crablike fore
word bracing lower body
while daggers of agony
did not lesson, I did implore
in vain sincerely your deplore
hubble basketcase - reed
no repeat performance nor encore!
Categories:
payment, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
no din less more pronounced upon your ear
scallions separated blend to meet the stew
when hearty hearts drink out the broth of fear
and bury those with heavy hearts they knew
long mornings sun bestowed upon
when laddies grew beneath
and lads to lasses onward come
to part the laurel wreath
Tis hill we fools apart the path will travel
hats upon a head no longer there
and when to meet the layers to unravel
and when is left the floor yet barely bare
in ages ancient passed behind the eye
I long the longest sound to whisper now
and you may bring the bringing all for aye
but never will this song be singing low
ye cannot enter here nor can I come
for this the place that none can call their home
to hither yonder plain and tip to dome
none can worship all that worship some
some drink to fill the tears that they have lost
some cost is paid for every spill we see
though our hearts may fairly break each day
each day is payment fair for what we be
Categories:
payment, dedication, devotion, fate, giving,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
There’s a sign right on the wall,
In case you’re feeling nervous,
That payment is expected at
The time you’re getting service.
You’re possibly distracted
‘Cause they’re x-raying your head.
They want your money right up front
In case you end up dead.
The sign is a reminder
Lest you maybe will forget.
This test is just a gamble
And they’re counting on your bet.
So whether you’re a winner
Or, unluckily, you lose,
The house accumulates the chips
And you cannot refuse.
And so you cough the payment up
By cash or card or check,
And sit around and wait
As they are shuffling the deck.
You’ve anted up, you’re in the game;
You’re in the dealer’s pull.
No matter if you win or lose,
You’ve paid your debt in full.
Categories:
payment, health, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Death, life’s caretaker
Takes one life and guides it to
Either Heaven or
Hell, depending on payment
Heaven’s fee is large, Hell’s free
Russell Sivey
Categories:
payment, death, life,
Form:
Tanka