Best Securities Poems
Would you still love me ... perchance I was half a man?
My carnal, physical core torn from me like ragged raiment,
Off to war in courage and heroic sacrifice ...
Returned by God and country, as barely half of what I'd been -
The half that could never again join with you in passion ...
Would you still love me?
Imagine I was a monster ...
Deformed by happenstance or accident,
Still a man in the technical sense,
But with face and sinews that repulsed even himself,
Though the heart and spirit you adore still thrummed inside ...
Would you still love me?
What if the day came - a reality as viable as any,
When I lost everything of earthly value and worth -
All possessions, comforts, conveniences, and financial securities - gone,
The talents and abilities and experience to support even myself,
Blown to the four winds by careless fate or folly ...
Would you still love me?
Consider if I were human, inside-out ...
The abyssal and dark, troubled corners of my being
Worn on hapless bones like sodden skin,
The fearful ids and psyches, thus laid bare by illness or substance -
Free to dance like a demon for the porcelain moon ...
Would you still love me?
And pray, what if I were YOU ...
And you were the reflection of all that your dreams dare weave,
The horror and ecstasy that awakens you in the night -
Shivers and turns to ice on your faultless, barren skin,
Choking the screams from your chest ...
Would you ... could you still love me??
~ 10th Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 25" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Would You Still Love Me?" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
You left me to struggle on
my own.I had to dig deep
to make a better life for me
and our kids.
Sometimes l feel like l can't
make it,But the four little eyes
staring back at me, makes me
realize that I'm not living for one,
I'm living for three.
So l went back to school to get a
better career. And l put them in
daycare. Every day is a constant
struggle.Their love gives me deter-
mination to rise above the struggle.
Yes l will rise above negativity.
I will rise above a broken heart.
I will rise above my own in-
securities.Because I came to one
conclusion,At the end of the day, I
have no choice but to rise,cause
I'm not living for one I'm living for
three.
11-02-16
Alexis Y.
A world was created where every individual believed that being represented
was essential as religions require symbols
to be interpreted by the ordained,
meaning of things provided for us like fertilizer on furrowed fields,
law & tax codes, medical knowledge, emotional expressions governed by consensus,
a democracy of dellusions,
dissent is dangerous and humility heroic,
where surrender preserves and patriotism perverts,
clowns kings and criminals having wings,
Medeval Christianity mastered markmanship of community authority seizing
the sugar of inventive intuition,
terrorizing the truth of personal experience,
thrones were tailored temptations, temples entrapments of greater mystery,
cathedrals collossal contraptions for centralizing consciousness, books burned,
jewels for fools & the fooled manackled to the alter of passivity,
masses being timid tools concentrating their energies on empire expansion,
exiled from ego,
crusades to crush criticism, a monopoly of memory
and torture the text of theocracy,
Cathars killed for lessons become occult,
unlawful cognizance of God within,
authority addicts abandoning their oaths to protect people,
subjects countrymen become,
being pledges & collateral for debts incurred for imperial improvidence,
babies of the masses transformed into bankers' bounty via certificates,
maturing securities on malignant markets of merchantile magic,
digital slave trade,
self governance gainsaid as being a primitive pathology,
a symptom of paranoia or maybe xenophobia,
personally voting on taxation, education and wars apostacy,
J.A.B.
Easy Money
Buy now, pay later.
You’ve got credit!
We’ve got debt.
Let’s swap.
It’s how we derive
With asset backed securities
For your house equities
To burrow into your burdens
Our financial inequities
Those company bonuses
As we put you into minuses!
Buy now pay later, so they tell us
Like what comes out of anuses.
You make me feel like
I'm good enough,
I'm strong enough,
We'll make it through.
I don't want this to end,
Maybe that's why I'm
So scared, I don't need
Another to tell me they
Love me, they'll never leave,
I need someone who will prove
That they're worth my trust,
Can you be that one?
I want to believe so I do,
Prove to me I'm not just
Making a mistake, putting
My heart out there again.
I know that if you left
My heart would be back
To being in pieces, bleeding
Out onto the cold cement,
Like a dying rose on the side
Of a lonely highway.
But if you stayed, if you could
See past my strangeness and
Neediness, I could be the one
For you, my love is forever.
This might not be perfect but
I do believe it's perfect enough,
You're the one I've been waiting
All my life for, please, I beg you,
Don't let me down...
When we agitated, they said we are mad
But they never cared to make us glad.
When we erupted like the volcano, they swore
But forgot our hearts that they tore.
We asked for necessities
But we were chased away by their securities.
We cried, that they might pity us,
But we were left alone to bear our cross.
We are supposed to be under their umbrella,
But we weren’t sheltered, hence we had to surrender.
Food isn’t affordable to eat,
And its been long since we’ve tasted meat.
Under the wicked sun with its rays red,
We saw their shinning daggers to dread.
All we asked for, is food, clothing and shelter,
But we were assaulted, and ran helter-skelter.
Politrickers, mock us not again
For our struggles would’t be in vain.
If we could survive these troubles,
We’ll forget the pain of these struggles.
Our window bids good morning
as sunshine winks her delicate light,
cascading against crimson curves
as the yearning spoon is stirred
and dawn shines past a moonlight trite
Fingertips caressing,
hips that beckon a lovers moan,
A slow descent of gentle squeezes
and feather soft ascents.
Securities blanket of manly frame
still wrapped behind me
of a winters night beside me
like the sky robes a shivering slivered moon.
My cradled neck hungers for your breath,
and your kisses suckling twins of softest flesh.
Privation cries to roll deeper into your embrace
finding your manhood foraging my legs,
standing at the ready to enter candy land
through sugar coated gate.
With pause you edge some distance
as your piercing eyes reveal
you've memorized by sense of touch,
every delicacy unconcealed.
A smile pulls across your lips
in silence exulting your pride
As your hand slowly s
li
de
s
only to discover
pools of wanting you
running over.
Lips that must be kissed
savoring the taste lingering on your lips
to share with me a morsel of my passions taste
with longing to be filled.
To speak, my tongue must form in perfect motion
the thoughts I must convey,
so it is to cast my seducing potion
expressing my gift in pleasure's game
At leisurely pace I open my eyes...
Awakening now to an ordinary day
where simple comforts breed the mundane
and poetry abides my habitual escape
from magics rare existence
and remnants of disillusionment remain
Like drive thru food in lieu of a feast
for taste buds grown abated.
Sullenly today, so alone I am,
with hungers appetite so far from sated.
Perhaps I was dreaming of Juliet, consummated in Romero's hands
As disenchantment knocks at my door...
When loneliness comes calling.
Ever have that “ahem?” moment. nothing seems to go right;
though friends and family see your life tight,
they don’t know your struggles, your sleepless night,
the homicidal and suicidal demons you fight.
From the outside all looks clear,
you truly hold family and friends dear;
your securities and stability engulfed in fear;
it’s just sometimes to much to bear.
You look to the heavens for guidance
but in your mind so far the distance;
you continue to fight your demons with resistance;
in the end you pray the struggles will make a difference.
“I’m only human why must it be so hard” you say,
a daily question to your God you pray;
silently screaming as on your face you lay
those sleepless nights awaiting the dawn of day.
Inside so emotional but outside chilly most,
the you everyone sees truly a ghost;
looking beyond self and this world to the Ivory Coast;
to maintain the facade of your sanity at most.
The world has changed not for the better,
this has all been preordained down to the letter;
the coldness can’t be bored with but a sweater;
Questioning “why can’t they see” your tears stream wetter.
I’ve been an old soul all my life,
I overstand your struggles, your strife;
the heart screams the cuts run deeper than any knife,
there has got to be more than this to live this life.
Bells from church to cathedral rang out the chorus of screams
in every street echoed the cheering death of millions
as confetti rainbows came falling ticker-tape parade
from a sky of joy ashed smoke rained down in tears
Champagne corks burst a parties barrage of bombs
and wine flowed the blood over daughters and sons
a dance of tombstones to bless the survivors cause
and to applaud the rater-tat-rater-tat-ratter-tat of victories drums
the bright banners of missiles whistled over them
In such a heroes cavalcade decorated the gold of napalm
in the body-bags of freedoms fiesta
explosions of fireworks shatter the bones of machine guns
and over the graves spilled the laughter of everyone
All the flags of the nations floated bravely in their sea of lies
all wafted to triumph on winds blown heated through Hiroshima
celebrate the hour of undefeated in the corpses surrender
to count the unknown faces in the smiles of another
too drunk on relief to remember the cost of life
and the party of bullets raged on through the night
Praise your curse to securities uplifting
and babies of dust in rubble are born
the faceless injustice you so premeditated
to a murderous allegiance your anthem is sworn
Bells from church to cathedral rang out the chorus of screams
and wine flowed the blood over all their daughters and sons
celebrate the hour of undefeated in the corpses surrender
applauding the rater-tat-rater-tat-ratter-tat of victories drums
children of dust in rubble are born
in the body-bags of freedoms fiesta
Standing in the place I once called
Once was a shelter now seems like a cage
I can not escape and all the memories,
securities , and familiarities have been
transformed into broken dreams,
home
I never knew that child you wanted me be
other than the beauty you passed to me
there was no other similiarities.
you are the one who can achieve anything .
you aim to please. I couldnt curve sensitivities
that were only tantrums and not a part of me .
get over it mask my past just put on a pretty face
im told to mask my past and put on a pretty smile
silencing inner turmoil looking like a happy child
No acceptance for the little girl you knew was different
you found contentment in my silence still no resentment
I still cant let em see a tear I keep my commitment
all these broken dreams Lost in a confused mentality
the diagnosis was rather hopeless in my lifes analogy
my father an incredible actor I was not a factor
support was mere rehearsals while preparing a speech
and after the curtains last call I couldn't pay him to call
which never made me feel small cause in my
broken dreams im dADDYS lil angel his one and all
I slept in my bed last night without fear.
He slept in fear last night without a bed, but he had a blanket made of bravery.
Yesterday, I was missing a friend I had not seen in a week.
Yesterday, he was missing his family that he had not seen in months.
I put sunscreen on for protection before I go outside.
He puts on a bullet proof vest for protection before he goes outside.
The Sun, like our enemies, beats down on us relentlessly, occasionally burning our skin and making us red.
But the house around us, our soldiers, relentlessly protect us from the Sun's rays and heat.
We are fortunate enough to live in an American House,
Whose very foundations selflessly hold us up sturdy, tall, and free.
The house's doors are made of the Coast Guard, a sign of welcome but also a sign of security.
Its walls are made of Marines. Sturdy, never shaken.
Its floor boards are made of the Army, giving us something to stand tall on. Giving us the ability to roam free.
Its wires, pipes, heating and air are made of the Navy, reliable and smart. Making us feel comfortable.
Its roof is made of the Air Force, protecting us from above. Making it so when we look up, we see skies of freedom.
Those that were born and raised in the American House are lucky, for they enjoy securities other houses do not have.
Other houses envy that we can roam, speak, worship, and do as we please without our house tumbling down on us.
So long as we are in the American House we are safe and free,
protected by the selfless heroes our house is made of.
Taxi violances
Many taxi owners
Are always murdered
For different reasons
In their taxi industry,
Crime prevention securities
At many ranks and
Houses of taxi owners
With big guns mostly.
Trapping each others
Due to secret coflicts
In some families and
Businesses.
Hate,
Jealous,
Envy
Sounding loudly,
And very
Heavy to carry.
Turning hunters ,
Hunting each others
Publicly.
Very
hard
life,
Yoh!
Yeah!
Yebo! Yes
To live
With much fear daily.
Being riches
But sleepless nights
Thinking of being killed
At any time,
Like some people
With no rights.
Hard
For the government officials
To monitor those crimes,
In many taxi ranks
Of different cities
And
Rural erears.
Hope
Love
And
Peace
Will find
Place
In hearts
Of Crimes
Masterminds
And
stop taxis
Violances.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Amidst trees cover; shelters shadow, lace
Ferns, and flora. A citadel's embrace
Once coppice now cracks, and cushion soft moss.
Liana crawls upon the stone, exhausts
Castle walls for access to the filter
Of sunlight, sweet fragrant magic philter.
Noiseless dark and deep, disquiet rhythmic
Mistral wind, alongside natures lactic,
Lying in ill warrant still slumbering.
Its own age quill rule; restless wandering
In its grandeur, brandish securities.
Ought they, beget these magical beauties,
Crows radiant mid-night impudent thieves,
Where breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves.
4/17/2020
Poetry Contest: Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Vijay Pandit
Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves - From the poem, The last goodbye
Sponsored by: Silent One
Stumbling I've seen the price,
Of not answering the call,
In touch with the Holy Spirit,
I've seen the love within us all,
I have been in the company,
Of the one who brushed sin away,
He is beautiful, loving and kind,
He asked me if I'd like to shape clay,
Now to this day I have studied,
I have shared in great fellowship,
I have tried to capture the truth,
Praying and fasting in loving worship,
And lessons I learn and share,
Combined with the life I have led,
I hitched over twenty thousand miles,
And people around the world I've met,
I have worked in ivory towers,
Had a radio show across the land,
But I have also been a laborer,
Who worked until I could hardly stand,
Trained in real estate regulations,
Insurance and securities rules too,
But I've also been a garbage man,
And begged for my dinner a time or two,
The blessings of this up and down life,
Where I've been up and down so many times,
I now know the benefits of this strife,
It's helped me understand my crimes,
Those times so full of arrogance,
Where I hurt those who I hardly knew,
But even worse were the sad times,
When I hurt those I professed love to,
I was weak and tired but I tried to stand,
Not worthy but the Lord gave me power,
When I followed his simple loving way,
Then Holy blessings were like a shower,
The more I reach to understand,
What the Lord would have me do,
And to answer the call of the Lord,
I am always led right back to you,
I am not sure what I can share,
For I've seen the world good and bad,
And all people need to be spared,
To be blessed with all they need to have,
Investing in securities
Involves the risk of loss.
But it pays to be bullish
Regardless of the cost.
You can’t beat the house
If you don’t take a chance.
The same rule applies
In the realm of romance.
It’s all fiduciary bull.
You’ll soon regret the cost.
Investing in relationships
Involves the risk of loss.