Best Promissory Poems
*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.
The Ides of March
Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"
Guns ...
are for p*ssies
you know, short for
pussilanimous plural
Words …
are sharper
more cutting
more lethal
clean
concise
quill slicing the lucid flow
you can taste the blood
as you turn them
twist them further in
with valour
war cry bitten
you drive them deeper in
you unsheathe love
as a hard win,
victorious, won
ink blooms
potent power from
your stellar wounds
darkened roads
shining home
lux vitae dei vox
Home ...
morning star
quod scripsi scripsi
turns the light on
to birth puissant
in the majestic
seat of third eye
commanding
the truest titulus
initials glowing
arriving on cloudy tomes
perilously igniting
new fiery caims
swallowing
ouroboros tales
hear the battle cry
you were built
to withstand the fall
to more mighty again rise
the gauntlet
now well
and truly thrown
something
more darkly formidable
than shady insult sown
sink your new teeth in
fresh biting warrior
I christen you Boadicea
blood cup possessed
razor mind in you conjuring
the tongues of hearts to speak
there is no escape
for in you, I am and
I will always live
crucifying
all the wasting yesterdays
with fresh blooded promissory notes
staking claims of assurance
in the terror firmer
here to stay
sharpening
words taken
from a stone
n'ere a flowery
verbose drip
wasted
salting
the new cuts
to feel something vital
smiling within
fresh blooding
the Sexton grin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Come as You Are”/Nirvana
https://youtu.be/W2QeQ9ZufAk
“The Black Art”/Anne Sexton
https://allpoetry.com/The-Black-Art
“Her Kind”/Anne Sexton
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42560/her-kind
Sexton. noun
titulus. noun
Caim. noun
Sanctuary; An invisible circle of protection drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved even in the darkest times.
"STRONG"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/strong_1192970
LYRICS/"Come as You Are", Nirvana
https://genius.com/Nirvana-come-as-you-are-lyrics
To bleed from memories that stab the mind
Of the times now passed that had born no fruit
The days and nights in a mirror unkind
Reflect the passion love did prostitute
As love was well-worn as a liar's coat
To warm the lonely heart in its wasteland
Where truth became a promissory note
To pay for needs of what love did demand
How small was the dream when a love decayed?
To fade on the horizon with love's end
And a feeling it all was a charade
That left no choice nor will ever defend
How lonely the soul that yearns to know love
Who will cling to its dream regardless of
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Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
We Must Make Good Use of Our Riches
LK 16:1-13
Then he also said to his disciples"A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property.
He summoned him and said, 'What is this I hear about you?
Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.
' The steward said to himself,
'What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me?
I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg. I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.'
He called in his master's debtors one by one. To the first he said, 'How much do you owe my master?'
He replied, 'One hundred measures of olive oil.' He said to him
'Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.'
And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently...
The person who is trustworthy in very small matters is also trustworthy in great ones;
the person who is dishonest in very small matters is also dishonest in great ones.
No servant can serve two masters.
He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon." (Taken from LK 16:1-6, 8, 10, 13)
I am the potato every pig covets,
The circus every Woolf dream to perform in, and
The toddler every phidophile crave to live with
But non will ever have
I am the uncut gem that will ever be rough
The golden egg that will never hatch
The promissory rain that never falls
I am the Oasious mirage in the Sahara sands
The hope that will never happen
I am the prodigal son who never returns
The Fallen Angel bound in purgatory
The pain the world will learn to dance with
The puncture that will never be mended
The unbleached indelible black patch
A patch of black on white linen
I am the darkness that out shines the light
The negativity that permeates every decent heart
The fear that every brave mind wimp at
I am the harlot sleeping with Kleptomania
Tranced in the blood of innocent souls
The cries of the poor is my sole music
I am the bread cramps of africa
The pagan spell that can never be undone
The sacrifice for the world to see
I am popular in every continental tabloid
I am the joke every embarrassment laugh at
I am a lot of things but nothing
I am nothing else, but Beloved Zimbabwe
bloated seams threading
weighted scales out of balance
promissory notes
A fragrant dancing tickles in my nose
Inhaling deep- intoxicant perfume-
Of some invisible narcotic rose.
The earth is host to swirling love in bloom!
Yet summers final blossom wilts away.
Each dawning promissory sunset sky-
Spectacular transition- ends each day,
And no escaping, not for you and I!
Two points of view may vary constancy,
Surrendering to marginal debate.
Relinquishing all fervent penalty,
Embracing change, I yield, my devastate.
May love transcendent of mentality
Deliver always swift reality!
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A sinking feeling
In the City of Djinns
...Pollution is down by 20 % this year
One reason given is economic slowdown
Happy souls- worlds second most populous
A free liberal atmosphere diversity of cultures
Ancient history worlds largest democracy bit by
Growth demon
Expectations
Governance
Infiltrations
Migrations
Right wing
exceptions
Promissory
New polity
Brought in
A New Law
is suspected
anti minority
discriminatory
protest provocations taking turns
clash of ideologies
Capital Burns
OH! Delhi
In a
Tail-
Spin
In the war of Left-Right. Forgotten is Head -Spine
Flying beauties. in Balance & poise
Ever squabbling. Political animals
Still your mind. and take note
Bird flies on 3 wings
Minus rudder
is
cause for
tailspin
_/\_
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A Few
Things
About
What is Money after all
The biggest Security we can have
Locked in Wealth. Safe n secure
Immovable Assets
In everyday. Liquid
Transactions. In cash
Investments At risk
Diversification is key
Is beautiful in gold
Precious diamonds n jewelry
Invest in Art as an asset class
Ok Can’t buy love with money
Honey I belong to poor class
Trust is infallible asset
In God We Trust- Fed
Crypto. Bankman Fried
Funny. Rich in money
Don’t laugh Crash is not funny
Get serious. money Can be a toxic
Donate. Gift Charity is the best use
Enjoy Consume till it lasts cautious
Aware of the worst case
In bad Fate
Money
Is Loss
Cause for
Destruction
Do not store
Steak in a doghouse
The bee toils collects honey
The wealth is luring; invites heist of hive
Wish I had an alchemists drive: pick up scrap and turn it into gold
For everyday transaction would need magic to turn a leaf into promissory
Without these skills, how do I survive; The Systems of Modern Slavery
They say the essence of democracy is:
One man, one vote
If this is true,
then American democracy is a joke
Donald John lost by over three million popular votes;
but electoral wizardry trumped the will of the people,
and Hillary’s presidential victory
got a promissory loan default note
Defenders of democracy say
that your one vote
means a lot to Miss Statue of Liberty
But dazed and confused wailing voters,
don’t you know,
a graven idol can’t hear neither see
Voter justice is blind, obviously
One man, one vote
ain’t nothing
but a lot of mirrors and a lot of smoke
Democracy ain’t nothing but
synthetic Greco-Roman dope,
designed to give the people false hope
Take a puff and go voter loco
One man, one vote
ain’t nothing
but slavery dreams full of empty hope
One man, one vote
Keep putting your trust in man,
he’s gonna yank your cattle neck by the rope
One man, one vote ...
The powers-that-be got one thing right,
their selection was a joke!
One foot by one foot
by six foot deep
the chemical waste
of a money pit
broke her parents
on the cost of health
one foot wide
one foot long
and six foot deep
A hundred nights of over time
a thousand tears of hope
reassurance spilled by garbage
with so many pretentious prognostics
gave her this
the cure within reach
and side effects may outweigh
all the potential benefits
One foot wide
and six feet deep
one foot long
in the chemical pit
broke her parents
for the price of health
for two years old
and meet the doctors bill
A medical inconsistency
and it’s death by radiology
life by sickness
incurable
curable
a promissory note
an I.O.U
glued to her tombstone
One foot by one foot
and six foot deep
and death by arrogance
death by a pin prick
and death in the end
by the ego
of so many doctors
I.
I don't observe
the day between
the summer solstice
and a midsummer's eve
anymore
I've abandoned the rituals
that commemorate
a shift in season,
my over-ripening years
and celebrate
my sickening sense
of hope.
II.
By day, I could apply
a defensive membrane,
an anti-cancer cocoon
to protect me
from the shrapnel spewed
from a blooming sun
but night permeates my skin
and wishing stars curl up beneath
like a thousand tumors
challenging fonder memories
with disappointments
and memos about
shrinking days.
III.
Midsummer crepuscules
open sour-lighted wounds
and drip watercolor ghosts
down the sky
leading my desire back
down
to withering earth
and into an arid darkness
blistered
with promissory dimes
and a thick, weeping moon
that can't forget how to cry
over nothing.
IV.
I still crave so much
the hope
of quickening molasses
and the warmth
of long, rum fingers
from fermenting skies
but the sun-poisoned aches
of famine and fullness
always alternate
a layer of sun
over a layer of sin.
V.
I'm contaminated
by an anonymous hunger
that spoils the wine of day,
and curdles the milk of midnight
I reap
love, laughter, happiness
the crops of heaven
but they never satisfy
always turning tides of emptiness
on my tongue
erasing summer sun
with doomsday shadow.
VI.
Give me the gift of Heaven,
a contentment sterilized coma,
a throne in the cusp of Gemini and Cancer
and I might wish instead
for a pyre in Hell.
Many of us are confused as to value, the convenience of money
O not long ago, GOLD was the real money, today "feelings" hold sway
No paper is wealth, except if it allows for BARTER (Covid-19 has a say!)
Every freshman ought to know: money are notes (promissory)
Your reputation backs money: see "credit" dry up when U don't pay!
NOTE: If you pay attention, or if U did with the rise of PRC. China, since the 1980s, it was a decision made by the G8 nations, that allowed "communist China" to try selling goods to the world at huge profits. Now that a new Cold War exists between Trump's US & the Comrade Capitalists in China, the so-called wealth of China-PRC, will diminish significantly. Politics makes "money for us."
DERIVATIVES TRADING
I bet
you sweat
BANKER'S PROMISSORY
NOTE
my gosh
what tosh
FINANCIAL TIMES
loan freeze
cash please
REPOSSESSED
no bread
in shed