Best Recession Poems
Surprise!
Money is gone.
Bank account is empty.
I think it is a recession.
Eat less.
Flamboyant extravagance now infra dig
High class labels embarrassing
Enormous houses now freezing cold
Investment bankers – hiding the gold
Green philosophies put into action
Recycled living the latest fashion
Anxiety political personal basic
Maximise optimise – the cant of the wise
Expression depression opinions outpour
Anger, betrayal, corruption and more
Mortgage arrears fuel fears of repossession
Government’s reaction – an impotent regression
Churchmen clinging to their uniforms of history
Vatican keeping church assets a mystery
Emperor’s new clothes glory castles in the air
Expression recession - a very sad affair.
You know Mr. & Mrs. reader of ethical and non-essential concerns of dismay. Sometimes
along life's journey, there's a crossroad we all will face. "A crossraad along the way", whether
you choose the wrong way or the wrong road. You're only halfway in your posesstion if you
decide that the road is the only way. "Recesstion over Oppression", being the second part in
my series, this poem is my own opinionated thoughts as I've travel amongst a discontented
journey of crossroads, non-essential along the way. "Recession over Oppression", to every
man, women, boy and girl are we all headed for that ultiment question, "The Faith of a crum-
beling World". Quite sure you've surrounded yourself from the snare's of the world, so you
may not have come across many if any crossroads, like how deep is your faith and is what
you are believing GOD to be! is it in direct allignment of the Higher Power you can not see?
You and me, Well-Well you see I cann't term to grip the ethic's of racial acrimonious of the bl-
ind-eye's that claim to see. You may see differently remember (this is only poetry) so don't
come too the crossroad and still be blindsighted by the oppress of demorcracy.
There's going to War's and rumers of war's, there's going to be people who cann't see the
lord in no skin color but white. Some even say he's black and then there are those that say
he's not the lion of transquility. Recession has brough about high unemployment rate, men
have fallen in love with themselve's moreso now then-then ever before, the bible speaks of
this and a crumbeling world of hater's has no answer, for the men's the womens or the
young boy's nor answer's to our young girl's. I truly believe this beautifull creator establish
it that way so when crossroads and faithful decision's overtake you. He so love the world that
he allow his only begotten Son to come into the World just to die for the Sin's of the world to
defeat the enemy (Death) too reestablish true believer's of trust, not skin-color Faith but ev-
erlasting abundantly Power like that of a million Pearl's. For every Women, Man, Boy or girl.
when facing crossroads; (Remember) "The Faith of a Crumbeling World".
R--Resigned or laid-off from work?
E--Every wish and prayer dedicated to job search;
C--Chopping unnecessary expenses,
S--Saving money for priotized spending__
S--Surviving the financial meltdown,
I--It was not easy to find money or food!
O--Our year of recession kept us busy with simple home jobs,
N--Necessary carefree routines.
chipepo lwele
December is here: it's cold outside, but there is no Christmas spirit
A massive loss of jobs and homes is what it took to kill it.
The love and cheer of the season is something from years past
The rich have gotten richer, eliminating the middle class.
Streets are gray and gloomy with no shimmering, holiday decorations
There's no Salvation Army bells due to lack of monetary donations.
Black Friday was a flop though the stores won't report it
The Malls' attempts of seasonal cheer are feeble, lame and sorted.
Dollar Stores and Goodwill are where people are spending their money
If it wasn't such a tragic trend, it may be somewhat funny.
Job loss is the diet making mom and dad look thinner
Soup Kitchens are the rage providing Christmas dinner.
It's recession for the holidays, we need no Grinch to steal it
Poor spirit of Christmas, the economy done killed it.
I awoke again
In the same godawful place,
With wine bottles on the floor,
and egg on my face
"Thank Christ" I said...
...I honestly had no idea
Since the last time I'd eaten,
Where my next meal might be coming from
This Holiday Season.
They were fools to outlaw smoking indoors,
Because now that I live uncomfortably
In-between motel corridors:
I have all the working time in the Free World
To stand around outdoors
And have my pick of the litter,
As I literally pick through litter
- To pick myself the best pre-smoked cigarettes,
And then I redistribute the rest at a modest profit...
...So I've turned into a capitalist;
Big deal!
Just line me up against the wall
next fall!!!
What do I really care
either way???
- I'm half dead anyway...
From point A
To point B
And back again,
Throughout the edge of the night:
The cops won't let me sleep
Someplace that's safe from
The terrorizing nightlife
Of an indifferently frigid street life,
Where people like me are bait for the teenage:
"Keep on walking; Get a job" the cops say
- I wish the State would pay me
To bully the police for a change.
Next time I'm waiting at the breadline,
I'm gonna conquest for the affections
of a young butterbean:
If ya know what I mean?
...Not a fan of Kropotkin I can see...
I Rise
I open the windows of my humble adobe
I breathe in the mountain air
I make a pot of coffee
Then read the News...
Recession, inflation
Homeless, addiction
Waste on our streets
Men and women on the mall
Lead in the air
Another one falls
Rifles galore
Rockets hit Kyiv
Russia waring
Men take aim, insanely proud
Little ones dying
Africa starving
Immigrants waiting
Refugees seeking
It makes me ill
I open the windows more
I breathe in the mountain air
I see deer in the meadow below
Unprecedented and unannounced
The sound out-hauls the band
The beat of corruption much allowed
Now in dual they posses the land
Who should the finger now highlight
The finger itself is bent and bet
White in the day but black at night
The unlucky hens now incur the rent
Hope appears to be mirage
The eyes of lake that much discharge
Who then can we behold
The more we shout the bold it grows
Prices are at high liaising with the sky
Suffering and cross but cozy for them
They think of vintage and never to die
Believing that good thirst will always be firm
Will the villain ever remain on top
And for how long will the poor ever remain a rung
The druse and lump are yet to slump
And the bliss of men is yet a song
How much more the afloating suppression
The tongue yet bridled
The voices silenced with cohesion
And When would impartiality ever be rekindled
The country is at quake
But the top is never at stake
Always rewarded for nothing but hooting
And never remanded for logging and looting
The world is round
And the earth is ground
What will the generation say
And who will the repercussion spare
Corruption
Or recession
In whom can we locate solution
To safeguard our dear generation
You have your own role
I have my own role
Endeavour to play your own part
In order to make an impact.
©Izunna Okafor 2017
Writer; poet, essayist, novelist, publicist, columnist, journalist and Igbo Language Activist.
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The legs started going,
Howlings
In my head.
Thought I'd go,
Kept awake with water,
Breathing,
Arrogantly telling myself
I'd stay straight.
Drank gin and wine,
Went out,
Tried to buy more,
Unshaven,
Filthy white shorts,
Lost, rolling on lawn,
Somehow got home.
Monday, waiting for offie,
Looked like death,
Fear in eyes
Of passers-by,
Waiting for drink,
Drink relieved me.
Drank all day,
Collapsed wept
"Don't Die on Me."
Next day,
Double brandy
Just about settled me,
Drank some more,
Thought constantly
I'd collapse
Then what?
Fit? Coronary?
Insanity? Worse?
Took a Heminevrin,
Paced the house
All night,
Pain in chest,
Weak legs,
Lack of feeling
In extremities,
Visions of darkness.
Drank water
To keep the
Life functions going,
Played devotional music,
Dedicated my life
To God,
Prayed constantly,
Renounced evil.
Next day,
Two Valiums
Helped me sleep.
By eve,
I started to feel better.
Suddenly,
All is clearer,
Taste, sounds,
I feel human again.
I made my choice,
And oblivion has receded,
And shall disappear.
("Oblivion in Recession" first existed as a series of rough notes scrawled on a piece
of scrap paper in the dying days of January 1993, although I can't for the life of me recall any "Howlings In my head".)
In Recession
We are hitting a recession
I’m in deepest depression
Prices increasing all the time
Even politicians turning to crime
We’re all going down the pan
brother sister woman and man
Still nice to see BP doing well
Making record profits so’s Shell
Still it’s not all doom and gloom
if you’re unable to heat a room
Skip a few meals pay the rent
When you’re homeless buy a tent
Mortgage rates up, pay’s down
Catch a bus and head for town
Get a dog and an empty can
Kitted out to beg, now that’s a plan!
David Cox 04/08/22
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
I personally believe in a cultral of time. I believe personally that this nation will rise up and
all the rhetoric in its existence will cultivate just in the nick of (?). And if you're still in doubt,
don't hate my belife's just because your's is in the ultimate sprout. What's it all about is that
the privaledge of justification is overshadow by the greed and our nation will sort out the nay
'sayers just because other's are jealous over the weed. I believe; that if this country....this
country from sea to shinning sea will see that poverty is defeated when normalcy is depleted.
Depleted in such a way that the majority of future endeavors is celebrated in our life-time
and a joyish occasion of folk's will turn their nose up to a society of "children's submerge with
out clout".
I believe - just in the nick of time, GOD-a soverign creator, he's Alpha & Omega will give
mankind no concern of their own doing that is interfering and confusing to his selfish ruling. I
just personally believe: "He's God all by himself". And by himself and the word state's that
he is in every disconcern of what the Germans, the Americans the Polish and the Soviet Un-
ion have to say to scare other's into thinking that the "weapon's of mass-destruction will
prove power is in their backyard-just because they hold the button??..
I belive in his return, and the concern of modern day brother's and sister's from the east coa
st to the west coast knows that our fore-father's gave their live's to peace, not too freedom,
but that freedom is appreciated more when it is deviated upon bloodless shore's. "Everthing
is going to be alright", earthquake's in haiti and the devastation of youth's killing youths. Our
Nation and all citie's that's responsible for the freedom of all and I believe also for the poor
and less fourtunate that still have to crawl, "let it rain and let it rain day or nite. I believe,
"Everything is going to be Alright".
The roses in hand
Have the fragrances of blood,
The land, which I left to earn,
Was not like the one I left,
How could be same,
Even I have changed,
The nightingales have migrated too
Not to gardens but to cities.
Looking for livelihood not Cuckoo
For love to has price to pay,
The inflation and rescission
Have hit all, Like a brick wall.
Faith of man have changed
From communist to capitalist
Socialist some, some atheist
Some peacemaker, some terrorist
World spins on axis, of power or evil
What can I do, whom I can complain,
What does my existence mean to you
Reader of these lines,
Do i move your thoughts to mine
Or does your concern move my pen
What binds us, stranger to humanity
What relations does nightingale
And rose share
Is it the pain of society or
Is it the redness of blood?
That market sells
Drink liquor and smoking trees
escaping the reality of this bad economy
some now choose to steal
in efforts to pay their bills
Making decisions to pawn what they own
doing whatever possible to save their homes
getting by is hard
millions do it without jobs
Politicians promise it is getting better
but those are only words written in letters
come to place my place
and tell it to my children face
Look into their eyes
see the life they are being deprived
watch a father cry
promising to provide, but words turn to be lies
Who has job me
so I can provide for my family
so my wife won't see me cry
so my children won't hear me asking why