Best Repay Poems
Yes the
wheel still turns,
and we feel the bite
....another time
and yet we might,
repay the debt of
old....
Great Grandaddy had
a sister sure,
who was my wifes'
Ancestor,
did time together,
children bore,
and the dice was
surely rolled,
perhaps we have to
do our time,
with mismatched
partners in the
crime,
the balance stick
begins to chime,
times up, a bell is
tolled?
The dice is surely
rolled,
chance meeting's
surely gold,
the hungry eyes seek
2 enfold,
wheel a turning for
the soul,
the next event is
waiting,
still waiting 2
behold...
Don Johnson
I Will Repay
My house is called a house of prayer
But you have made it into a den of thieves
And there’s not a single heart that care
Just charlatans with tricks up their sleeves
Prosperity is what you seek
Works is the ministry that enslaves you
You’ve perfected your technique
You know the truth, and this is what you do!
All of your sacred rituals bore me to tears
As your ministry embraces guilt and condemnation
My people have been held captive for years
You’ve been walking a path of religious indignation
You elevate yourself at the expense of the poor
As your barns are filled to overflowing
You’re not a minister, you’re just an entrepreneur
And your popularity is steadily growing
The leaven that you use
As a salve to my peoples ears
Gives rise to some very distorted views
Keeping them hostage to their fears
And yet, you claim to be satisfied
Not knowing you have received your reward
It's because of you why my Son is being denied
As for your prayers they will continue to be ignored
Your truth is your own
I will not tolerate this mess
So many are heartbroken and alone
All you’ve done was witness to the flesh
Yes the thief will come in the night
As you continue to go about your day
As for my people too weak to fight
Remember, vengeance is mine I will repay
Do you recall that old clock?
Rested well above your bed
With the broken pair of hands
The one that struck at my dawn.
It ceased dancing and stopped its chime
Just as you gave up the ghost
As if mourning, those tiring hands stood still
As if your departure is against their will.
How can I repay you
For every cramp, every seizure
For nights of worry, eyes that wept
Dismissed as "too old," yet never slept.
How can I repay the pain you bore
For meals skipped to offer more
For battling illness, tending sores
For nights stretched long and neverending chores
Could any gesture, gift or word,
Match the love your heart has stirred?
The alms to beggars, prayers whispered
Tears that fall at every mention of your name
But in each moment I try
To honor you as days pass by
For all you've given, all you've done
In gratitude, our hearts are one.
A debt comes not only in money terms
Taking and giving debt in other forms
Indebtedness involves in many ways
Doing the same to the donor who may
Going in aid of parents all come repays
dactylic oak tree
lending me your heart daily
how to repay you