Best Pecuniary Poems
Who controls our banking?
Ruinous fees for money lending.
Who questions their investing?
Why so dear for money lending?
Who does profit from accounting?
Our finances they're controlling,
While our economy they're ruining,
They're amassing fortunes pecuniary,
Big business for them, commercially.
Let's questions their accountability
For our faceless Australian economy,
Profits overseas they're sending---
So much for Australian banking!!!!!!
Categories:
pecuniary, business, international,
Form:
Free verse
Oluwakayode Adigun a rare name
I heard as I breezed down
the city of Lagos in search of
pecuniary gains. Does he teach?
So I was told but when he walked in
it was unannounced, subtle, oh yea!
His presence I reckoned not!
As often, these stories, of trade and
lending bored me with winter fevers.
Petulant and non stop barrage of didactics
permeated the horizon but this Adigun,
a different breed with brazen
intellectual antenna,
some what of a gem, in a split
seconds, the session rendered
aglow. we laughed and roared.
And sweet was the banishment of boredom!
Passionate and exited, teacher of trade!
An intellectual of rare nicety, a
sublime mental gladiator with untainted
credentials in a delicate trade!
In obedience to the east and
custom, Adigun deserves colanut
and water, the greatest
yoke of friendship! To this
man, Adigun, I invoke the sacred
ancestral homage meant
for kings foremost knights!
I have known him albeit
a few hours, my balls wish I
had known him all eternity. Adigun,
a connotative Yoruba appellation!
Oluwakayode, named after the deity of
fortune ,Paykay as often, revered
by friends and admires of equal
trade! This stranger, in his episode
of transition to adulthood reminisced
noble candies not common
with the poverty stricken mortals of
his time. My poetic hand relishes
this holy flirtation in volumes.
Categories:
pecuniary, friendship,
Form:
Ode
He stared at the pictures,
faces of the love searchers,
twenty first century wanted posters,
scanning their rewards,
nothing pecuniary ,
preliminary,
maybe,
move on.
“Shall I advertise myself,” he thought,
no one appears sold or bought,
given to the mass,
on a screen of glass,
the physical hidden,
abrogate madness in description,
we are all still strangers,
with keyboards,
watching screens.
Laptop lap dance dreaming,
muscles screaming,
from the primal theatre,
soul said rise,
clearing eyes,
bleary plasma vision clearing,
fresh air endearing,
left behind the digital desert,
went out to speak,
parched vocal chords starved,
thirsting for voice.
No dust on the keyboard,
he moved away in dead skin’s storm,
hunched and wild,
hair hung lank and ragged,
bedraggled wardrobe on blood and bone’s frame,
almost lame he walks,
to the shower stalks,
water staving off the slaughter,
the hot water,
a dream of cascading falls,
at his feet the last days drowned,
washed to the sewer,
where screen days live,
blending easily;
with battered shopping trolleys & ****.
He dressed slowly,
went to his front door,
where the mirror smiled,
I remember you,
you once passed by often,
don’t be a stranger,
I’d rather see you leaving,
twisted contradictions of a mirror’s perspective,
not because you’re ugly,
because you’re beautiful,
and you shouldn’t be here with only me,
he laughed and said goodbye,
fresh air and light,
a missing intoxication,
he drank deeply;
walking to bid the strangers hello...
©David Nickle Read2015
All Rights Reserved By The Author
Categories:
pecuniary, freedom, internet, light, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
Such is life in all the universe,
nebulas are born, others just explode.
In our microcosmic world.
we fight our wars for pecuniary greed,
for love and passion and sadistic fun.
The tide comes in and then it ebbs,
cycle follows cycle until the end.
Yet we are after all too young to give up
or too old to battle on,
which is why we sometimes weep,
but other times we sing
our song of true love.
Categories:
pecuniary, love,
Form:
Free verse
Depart! you monsterous
Creature,mercilessly
Devouring your victims.
Scanning your preying
Eyes in nook and cranny,
Searching and devising
havoc on souls...taking
Every chance,never
wavering,ruining lives
And deaths by your foul
Deeds.
"Oh! I have lost my
Investment,""my wasted
Efforts."These are some
Of the victims of your
Sinister devises.
Nation's economies have
Crumbled under your
Influence.
Many are
homeless,others Feed
through their nose.
You eat deeper than
Canker worms.
Your beguilr smiles is like
The Trojan horse
Ifnothing is done,you
Have the pecuniary
Advantage to your selfish
Satisfaction.
Categories:
pecuniary, anger
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Should Have Seen
You should have seen what I saw;
Looked just like my mother in law;
Had been devoted;
Body badly bloated;
She called me a turkey in the straw.
Jim Horn
Think Turkey in the Straw is a dance.
Holy Rollers In A Row
What I saw was Holy Rollers in a row;
Could always tell by way faces glow;
They Have held on,
Until communion gone;
Episcopalian Priests are always a pro.
Jim Horn
Horn Haiku for New Year
Be at later date,
When Horn haiku has been formed,
While you are waiting.
Jim Horn
Some words to use for poems.
Vivacious, courageous, gracious.
Confusing, choosing, amusing.
Rudimentary, complimentary, pecuniary
Habitant, penitent, compliment.
Exceed, stampede, recede.
Complacent, eloquent, competent
Irefuted, diluted, muted and recruited.
Provoking, joking, poking. invoking.
Hesistant, consistant, resistant.
Bestowed, glowed, bowed
Contested, rested, suggested.
Loss, moss, toss.
Denied, shied, cried.
Facts, detracts, lacks.
Cathartic, lethargic, tragic
Rocket, sock it, locket
Love we will want is wide and broad,
Made exactly for us and not a fraud;
Answer know;
To God do go;
To Him we must pray to and in laud.
Jim Horn
He is definitely deeply in my prayers,
For all of us we know that God cares;
Do start to play,
More each day;
He will always free us from all despair.
Wrote this especially for Jon Freeman
of St. James.
Categories:
pecuniary, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Pennilessness shadows black
unemployment endless track
rails tie-er less lee when dumbly staring
overdrawn account issues
another clattering smack.
Income pleat undergraduate degree
contributed to the role of a sporadic employee
time to acquire handy dandy blues clues key
lost within vacillating undermining spree.
Mental state can be a precarious widget-like thing
directly at the whim of financial sliding swing
self-destruction demonic ring
courtesy of pauperism
delivers the destructive poisoned scorpion sting.
Immortal force of please hear my cry
provide support while
under the sheltering sky
steady (just out of reach)
sought income bolster up high
mirage vision brings transient delight
to this great (former
Civil War Yankee) supreme guy.
If no breakthrough I do not foresee
charity not for profit (but only prophet) I will bee
and this blurb carved outside my cave-like hovel
many moons and break of the day find me
imploring existential vagaries this baby boomer
sans middle-aged man who hankers to be free
thus though aye to be a schnorrer
who scrounges parking lots for scattered change
yet...decries blubbering the beggar's credo
write out a check and mail to me.
Philanthropic persons
may rightfully balk and get irate
at such brazen plea to squelch
ma pecuniary financial state
yet where the crossroads of mine future
most likely crop up which
would cause far a tete a tete
meanwhile, stoicism bids me wait...
For Godot, Curly, Shemp, or Moe
the stand-in for a Stool Pigeon
or even an odd antagonist
or protagonist dreampt
by Edgar Allan Poe.
Categories:
pecuniary, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Pastoral
Bound To Be President
Looked around for book in a library
Had compunction for one called Pecuniary
Liability contained in insurance policy
That and person could see was a fallacy.
On one fact I had been completely sold
When by both parents, they often scold
Proof in pudding really had been in a pie
Not avoid no matter how hard we try.
Pie was eaten up totally and completely
Ended up in my stomach nice and neatly
Came up with idea plump and pregnant
Turn leftovers into Poem with God's consent.
Here it happens to be my fine friend
Completely coming out of my rear end
So much of it soon was passed around
Was part of a President's odd sound.
You can fill in any politician's name
in place of President with my consent.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
pecuniary, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
The love of a dreamguy...
Cherishes the heart of his princess;
Shuts the door for a mistress.
The passion of a dreamguy...
Is his devotion to his bunny;
Is his fidelity to his honey.
The strength of a dreamguy...
Provides leadership with delight;
Satisfies his babe every night.
The power of a dreamguy...
Uses no pecuniary gains to impress;
Uses generosity to get an empress.
The duty of a dreamguy...
Is to be a responsible man;
Is to care for his woman.
Categories:
pecuniary, love
Form:
Romanticism
Rub A Dub Dub
"Entrepreneurs in vat scat."
Humpty Dumpty
"One jovial oval toppled over."
Jack And Jill
"Up a Tell there is a well that once gave rise to laughter. Till down the Tell a laddie fell whose head needs alabaster."
Old King Cole
"Merry monarch of ancient residence commanded music of chambered resonance."
Sing A Song Of Six Pence
"Chant this antiphony of a pecuniary sum. Four and twenty aviaries have have submitted to culinary fun. When this 3.1416 has been factored, these black demons will yodel. Isn't that a crazy thing to set before a noble?"
Three Blind Mice
"Rodents with ocular deficiency lost accouterments to culinary proficiency."
Hi Diddle Diddle
"Animal absurdities vent ludicrous proclivities."
Categories:
pecuniary, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
A Texan rancher Samuel Maverick,
Who never his calves and cattle branded,
That caused to create the word maverick—
An eccentric rebel born of cow shed!
Now, before the word breached its national,
Borders it meant ‘all cattle unbranded’,
And before that, ‘one unconventional’,
Mutating still: ‘master-less quadruped’.
Today, hidebound means man narrow-minded,
Long back it meant skinny cattle of drought,
Bare to bones and ribs all but sticking out,
Hidebound is man parochial, pettyhead!
Holy cow’, one may say to interject,
It oft means a ‘sacred cow’ one can’t touch,
You so much as just touch and get hit, ouch!
Elsewhere it may amount to mixing fact.
The word ‘cow’ comes from Sanskrit ‘gau’,
Comes cattle from Latin chattel—
Movable wealth French calls capitale,
Everywhere it is holier than thou!
To migrants then, cattle was sole money,
In Roman language , money is ‘Pecu’
From Indo Aryan Sanskrit word ‘pashu’,
From it came in English: pecuniary!
Words respect no boundary line,
As do birds and religion and music,
Only man’s busy borders to define;
To change maybe we need a maverick.
_____________________________________
Ways of words | 03.10.2009 |
Categories:
pecuniary, words,
Form:
Narrative
Disguised as an Apple Computer Technician.
He initially hacked Macbook Pro laptop.
He (alias Harvey Specter)
planted seeds of suspicion
that criminal activity prevailed
within my geographic area in general
or questionable individuals
lurked within or without
Citizens Bank in particular,
and suggested yours truly (me)
to be wary about
over friendly employees
at aforementioned capital one
storied financial institution.
Said gonif (pulled a masterful subterfuge)
inveigling yours truly to carry out heist
of the twenty first century
against his honest good n plenti resources
(subsequently checking and
savings accounts severely depleted).
The invisible webbed wide whirled net
ensnared me lock, stock and barrel.
Little did I know
the spellbinding impact
until the dirty deed done dirt cheap
found writer of these words
figuratively holding the empty bag
where I got forced to trod
analogous highway to hell
courtesy diabolical, inimical, satanical...
devil may care disguised cozener
who wove believable scenario
claiming Citizens Bank employees
involved in suspicious conspiracy
to siphon off hard earned bucks.
I submissively consented
to participate and cavalierly disperse
freshly minted Benjamins
suddenly linkedin
chain of events
rocketing, kickstarting, and experiencing
a worse horror than death
mortified at being bushwhacked.
The feeble explanation, justification,
qua obliteration, ululation
trumped with lame excuse
yours truly not in his right mind.
Mind control, (albeit remotely)
assassinated rationality while hypnotically
feeling commanded, governed,
née kid lee killed
mine esprit de corps
among kith and kin
consigning thrifty troubadour
to the depths of despair
wishing termination of existence
in tandem with damnation, interrogation,
penalization, et cetera of nasty brute.
After series of unfortunate events brought,
where innocence and naïveté caught
teetotaler tempted to drink deadly draught
of top quality hemlock sold
at many bustling entrepôt
cuz now existence fraught
with torturous quaking
nauseating, kickstarting hatred
of self, thus restitution
of funds sought
by folks willing bestow largesse.
If yes check out (fiasco from fraudsters
frazzles father)
legitimate platform
where charitable people swarm
and toys are sold.
Categories:
pecuniary, abortion, absence, abuse, angel,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a cruel desolation these days in death
No comfort in congregational crowds.
Fear crackles on every street corner
With wary social distancing observed
On the wards,the lives of victims and carers
Held in healing and helpless hands
Too little gear to keep them safe
And shortage of drugs to palliate the pain.
Why the shortage of machines to let them breathe?
Beneath the hopeful promises of pestilential
Politicians bewildered by their ignorance
Over the insidious and devious virus
There is clearly panic,gnawing at their nerves
Bleak,apocalyptic end- of -days sensations
This darkness do shroud, our exit befogged
Flailing and hoping,failing and groping
Underlining starkly our human frailty
And turn our faces to the wall or God
Too many sacrificed to the pandemic shortages
Lives lost to lack of foresight and pecuniary policy
All lives under threat from the invisible Covid-19
With so many lungs by its deadly threads deeply invaded.
Categories:
pecuniary, atheist, death, fear, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Obsession with higher returns on investment
Crushes man, separating a person from personal data
Collected through stealth, subterfuge hidden in a vestment
Free services claim to account holders flatter.
Pecuniary motives peddle personal information
Concealed ruse gathers and bothers to assemble
For sale with neither owners’ consent nor participation
In how, what and which corporations information reassemble.
Personal information belongs not to information thieves
Who usurp personal details using terms and conditions
Which grant no legal right to knaves and knives
That manipulate and misappropriate data in misguided missions.
The global village vies to regulate
Behemoths that threaten freedoms in a cartel kingdom
That shuns integrity, expecting data owners to capitulate
In the face of trade carried out in a thoughtless thiefdom.
Categories:
pecuniary, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Pecuniary On Judiciary
On Trump we need to have an inquisition,
Which should be each and every position,
Will wear spectacle;
About are skeptical,
And of course on imposed an imposition.
Trump was in way by being a big pain,
Driving each person practically insane;
Being a bother;
Terrible father;
This is why in position will not remain.
Jim Horn
Categories:
pecuniary, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick