Best Repossessed Poems
A monster now has been set free
in this once land of liberty.
This 'Frankenstein' divided us
due to the Covid vaccine fuss.
Glib leaders 'round the table sit-
like at a tea party, commit
to brews concocted every day
that keep their madness on display.
Vaxxed diss the unvaxxed for the spread
who say the choice is theirs instead.
Yet, now those jabbed can get sick too;
such dark unknowns hide what to do.
Now masking is for everyone;
the vaccinated thought they won.
Again, each needs to hide their face
as noteless beings in our space.
Divided families now fight-
each side pleads other see the light.
One side has faith in trial vax;
the other, side-effects attacks.
This monster 'Frankenstein' digs deep
into our hearts and minds to keep
division strong till final test
steals each free will as repossessed.
This freak is fierce, released from hell
by leaders that now undersell
the freedoms of democracy-
for bondage of bureaucracy.
August 3, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Frankenstein Tea Party 2021
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Judged: 09/26/2121
There we were -
veiled in the sheer-yet-semi-private aura of morning twilight;
where only outlines can be seen
but where everything is felt in its full strength and purity.
In a sultry bed -
overstuffed with lost time
lost love and, now, repossessed love
we embraced each other.
Years have a way of tenderizing even the toughest hearts
as fertile tears water emotions;
the beauty of what was - was still there -
ready to rupture its bubbled captivity..
but as the home star streamed in through the eastern window
the curtain came down.
Susan Ashley
April 16, 2019
~ Fifth Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier 9 (Fourteen Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
They know all the loop holes for the IRS
Elaborate parties, tuxedoes and women in their 5,000 dollar dresses
A cardboard box, another statistic for the homeless
A corporate exec did a downsize today
The car repossessed, the house taken away
Sometimes reality is a person's real life movie of horror
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
Some have never known to go to sleep without a meal
Our government turns a blind eye does not want to see what's real
America's rich worried about the homeless overseas
The poor get spitted in their faces by those wealthy celebrities
A billionaire wouldn't even foot the taxes for the cars she gave away
Never forget where you came from, you may have to return there someday
All the rich have a gold key to the IRS's back door
They know all the loop holes for the IRS
Elaborate parties, tuxedoes and women in their 5,000 dollar dresses
A cardboard box, another statistic for the homeless
A corporate exec did a downsize today
The car repossessed, the house taken away
Sometimes reality is a person's real life movie of horror
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
Some have never known to go to sleep without a meal
Our government turns a blind eye does not want to see what's real
America's rich worried about the homeless overseas
The poor get spitted in their faces by those wealthy celebrities
Sun is high I cast no shadow
for few brief moments I am pure.
My soul enters Eden’s meadow
where once stood my progenitor.
A sinless psyche reveling
in a pre-transgression garden
thoroughly chaste is my being.
But now a penumbra widens
and a darkness within me grows
my pure essence is repossessed
replaced with subjective sorrow;
spiritualness dispossessed
by a shadow of damnation
and light my only salvation.
A decade of growth and decadent boom
People didn't mention the debt elephant in the room
It was the charge of the bull
Many pockets were full
The search for a higher return was the motivational pull.
But whilst stocks and shares rocked and flared
Investors held their breath in shock and fear
They seemed to forget that markets go up and markets go down
Because as long as uncertainty shows up, the cycle goes round
But to be fair the times were good, and returns seemed sure
The earnings of many corporations, continued to soar
The zeitgeist was the age of prosperity, profit and greed
It wasn't the time to question sustainability or question the need
Many financial advisers advised that it was the right way to go
"You should take advantage now, while all these rates of interest are low"
So many consumers took out mortgages, that they just couldn't afford
Including the 'sub prime', with bad credit, and of course the poor
But let's not forget, that the consumer went along, and played ball
Creatures of habit responding to the mating call, that beckoned us all
Deposits levels came down, loan-to-value went up
House prices bubbled and brimmed and we all drank from the cup.
Now the banks merged all of these mortgages together in lumps
Sold them as safe bets to investors, who were taken for chumps
Then the US housing market crashed
Now comes the the consequences
Unsurprisingly mortgage repayments started to slump
So called safe investments soon became worthless as junk
Families who had homes repossessed now facing the funk
Securitisation of mortgages now seemed so dumb
Regulators appeared powerless, dozing and numb
Lehman Brothers collapsed. America sneezed
The world became infected. Financial markets siezed
Governments and Central Banks now stepped into the fray
To prop up a system, that should have been reconfigured that day
Many banks were bailed; too big to fail.
The bankers who were at the wheel, too big to jail.
The humble tax payer was forced to post the cash
And many years later many banks still owe this cash
So the world was saved but here's the 'but'
The pubic purse was utilised, to escape the rut
Now all society must pay the price; take a hit to the gut
And suffer the pain, of historic public services cuts.
Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
I cant seem to find the happy
antedote to cool my negative
consequences--- malignant non standards
freud pennance desires to capitulate-re
the never know mores so the forni fun reins can be
pulled taughtly somewhere
inside lives a man who cares----simple
kind to all--pleasures akin to
mellow moon moments--get the
fish jist--uncomplicated---neurogladiolas
with leafs outstretched to catch
the morns love rays---fully watered
premise to a concubine wife unopposed
like all fetters released free to
abound under alcohol laden pods
in a swaying sequence water ballet peaceful in its
aloneness yet always ever seeking the never
true part ne'r so patiently ignoring---
Cancer quest staring you in the face
but cant be seen---know knows no
knowns eyes closed bloodshot--wishing
hard to overwhelmed joy visions of what could be--I know theres a palace in me that gushes being is a river raft of giving
tides unabated for the abandon quits warm of function
but in pure feet sense cant save
to swim in the same antidirection plan for a
single sec hard to find 30 days notice
self eviction would help but then whered i be
in the tunnel of soothing nonfixtures
riding on nosense syllables that
now sag to be a faraway foreign language
my own fault alcohol only a seed cloud
the deeper I think the more dense I look
in the wrong semidirection too quiet and
yet unyielding to promote a sick sense of
perserverance uncompounded like a gemstone past
its prime on the open market a bill past due
repossessed
folded catalogued drawn drawered in a
tightshell outcast lowbrow miniscule
catapult nurtured nonethe selfless retro
inconvenience breech birth brain divided
gray tipped shark heart profiled in opposite filling manikin lifestyles
The plain was flat, wild, and desolate
They came when I, a San, was digging up a root.
There were three
They were brown Xhosa, bigger than me.
Though they spoke in a tongue I did not know
I knew that I had to go
Further South across the river
They came as I, a Xhosa, was working in the field
There were three
Tall black Zulu, with assegai and shield
And though they spoke in a language I did not know
They made me understand that I must go
With them to hear their chief
Say that my land was his.
But I may live in peace
If I went to another land, another place.
They came when I, a Zulu, was in my hut
They did not knock, though the door was shut
There were three
They were white, and smaller than me
But they had guns which could kill
If I did not bend to their will
Though they spoke in a tongue I did not know
I knew I had to go
Further North across the river
They came when I, a White, was on my farm
They said they would do no harm
There were three
They were black, with paper and pen
They said they were here before me
And I must restore the farm to them
They knew it would hurt me so
But I had to go.
They came when I, a Black, repossessed my land
There were three
The Ghosts of the San
They said because I was black I could remain
As long as I did not claim
The land of the San had always been mine.
If I lived in peace
And erased the hatred in my heart
I could start afresh
And find happiness.
We all know someone who has been depressed before.
We might have experienced depression ourselves. Being stressed out has become a integral part of life for many. Possibly we are withdrawn and feeling numb inside. Stress can be a result of many everyday occurrences. Financial problems, getting in debt or overextended, is a stressor most of us have shared with millions. The loss of a loved one, a marriage or breakup is a common stressor. A change in circumstances, an eviction notice or your home being foreclosed upon, car repossessed and homelessness have become commonplace as well. Going through bankruptcy, a pay cut, layoff at work or having to suspend further education due to lack of funds has touched many lives. These stressors are not rare but as a community we see them happening daily. Society as a whole expects us to just move on and deal with these ups and downs with little or no effect on our mental and physical well being. I specifically use these terms, because often this toll greatly effects the individual and then is ignored. As we take our health for granted and are ashamed of the stigma attached to any kind of mental health issue, we overlook the consequences of everyday stress.
When you have in abundance, you don’t think twice about giving.
More often giving to those who are not in need
They play on your emotions, make you feel guilty for what you were granted.
You and them forget it is your chosen right to receive from the Greatest One.
Then one day you find yourself at the other end.
Suddenly your friends have more and you lost everything.
You ponder your mistakes in letting them bleed you dry.
Alone, no family, no friends,
They are afraid that you will ask for monetary assistance
Forgetting your good nature and believing that it was their right to receive from you.
As it is now their right not to share with you.
Alone, your home about to be repossessed,
your car has already been taken.
Your supposedly close relatives walk through your home to seek what they can take.
Arrogant and disrespectful, no concern for your well being,
No compassion,
no concern for where you will live.
Who can you turn to when you are alone?
No shoulder to lean on
You turn to Almighty, the One truth in your life.
He answers your prayers and you are saved from destitution.
A lesson learned.
A true and sincere friend is not the one who shunts you when you're on your knees.
When the mayet(deceased) is carried out, a path none can escape.
There is no difference between.
Same as Hajj(pilgrimage), kings and ordinary citizens are the same.
Invited to the house if Almighty.
Active hajj starts before and continues after your physical hajj
Again you ponder your lessons.
Your rise and fall,
your strength in faith,
is your ultimate elevation.
Be “blessed not stressed” yeah, that is the test,
Just a little bit o rest, that is my quest,
But the zest of the fest got me hard pressed,
There’s a pest in my breast, cardiac arrest,
My chest heavy like Mae West,
I confess, I’m distressed and a little depressed,
But I divest my unrest, priorities reassessed,
I request a glassful of the best, kindred spirits coalesced,
The fest repossessed with jest and all the best
Peace.
Powerful Mother Earth collects her due;
Both beast's and mankind's earthly flesh alike.
Requiring respect! What man lied claims to;
Repossessed via her mighty strike.
'Twas Christmas when Cinder’s went to the ball
In the most romantic season of all
She looked so pretty
A prince so dishy
Danced each dance with her, till she heard her call.
The call came when the clock struck at midnight
Cinder's ran quickly as she could, in fright
Before her best dress
Became repossessed
As her fairy godmother said it might.
It so happened she lost one glass slipper
That made poor Cinder's heart take a dipper
All know the glory
Of Cinder's story
Prince Charming wed her, it’s out on twitter.
Sitting on the couch, hands resting on my head,
Crying 'cause i lost you, can't believe that your dead,
Seems like just yesterday, by my house, we used to chill,
Until a murderer took you life, why did he have to kill,
You were so pure at heart, and his was just cruel,
For taking my best friend, i hope the devil take that fool,
Let him burn in hell, and die a thousand deaths,
Let him feel your pain, and take his last breath,
Let the fire of hell, burn his evil flesh,
Let Satin take his life, and may his soul get repossessed,
Its like he took his hand, and forced it in my chest,
He ripped my heart out, ate it, and spit out the rest,
He pulled his zipper down, and pissed on what's left,
Picked it back up, ran with it, like he committed heart theft,
I hate that murderer so much, but i also hate revenge,
So this poem that I'm writing, i hope it let my best friend be avenged.
I'll be missing you...
The Middle Years
She'd been wooed by dukes and diplomats
From Nome to Nagasaki,
Kept by mobsters, bishops, bureaucrats,
And a movie mogul's lackey.
She'd been plied with jewels, a fancy car,
Designer gowns and furs
By lots and lots of husbands,
Not one of whom was hers.
For fifteen years she lived among the swank,
But at thirty she had nothing in the bank.
She pawned her diamonds, sold her gowns and her furs,
The car was repossessed 'cause just the payments were hers,
Got her picture in the tabloids with some slanders and slurs,
Villonia Beebe was no one's baby anymore.
She took to pandering and cruising in malls.
A john, a judge, would like to help her, but he hadn't the balls.
She learned it's hard to be a call girl when nobody calls,
Villonia Beebe was no one's baby anymore.
Two more years went by in bars and walking the streets.
She'd like to meet a handsome guy who's loaded and sweet,
So she could settle down and turn that trick into a treat,
And then she'd be somebody's baby once more.
At thirty-two she thought she should get out of "the life",
Go back home to Arkansas and be someone's wife.
She'd soon get back an accent you could cut with a knife
And become a real hillbilly once more.
The Toad Suck men were simple and quite easy to please,
Though the way they buzzed around her made their wives ill at ease.
Still, she made a decent living on her back and her knees,
Villonia Beebe'd come full circle for sure.
Then one night she met Homer, at a barn dance, of course,
A cute and awkward guy who said his nickname was "Horse".
One ride and she's not had one single day of remorse,
ViIllonia Beebe was someone's baby once more.
She sometimes contemplates her life,
When she takes the time to bother,
From beauty queen to trampoline,
From doll to moll to mother.
She doesn't miss the jewels or car at all,
And fur just makes her itch,
But if truth be told, a part of her
Sort of misses being rich.
But Villonia is content now with her lot,
Especially when her "Horse" is hot to trot.
From dust we came--when will we learn
That to dust again, we'll soon return?
Rich and poor, master and slave--
All flesh lies equal, in the grave.
Bravado, boasting, arrogance--
Are but a sorry recompense
For the joys of life we push aside,
Just to maintain our macho pride.
Perfect looks of face and form
Soon, will wither, from life's storm.
The only charm time can't control:
Is the eternal beauty of the soul.
Wealth and power evaporate,
Upon our great departure date.
All our possessions--our very best,
Will, very soon, be repossessed.
In humbleness, I meekly state,
We're not the masters of our fate.
The great Creator, we must trust--
The One who formed us from the dust.