Best Stimulus Poems
President Barak Obama has an economic stimulus plan
to move the nation out of this financial quicksand
with foreclosures and jobs lost the situation is depressing
over $700 billion to get us out of this recession
but I know that all my help comes from the Lord
and God won't let me write a check that I cannot afford
the God who made Heaven and Earth has never let me down
the God who created me won't let me financially drown
He is my source, He is my strength, He is my right hand
and since money is not the god I serve I trust in His stimulus plan
for I know my God is able to keep food on my table
I know my God will always come through whenever a bill is overdue
I know my God is up to the task to give me all that I ask
God's spiritual stimulus plan is my daily bread
infused with His promises that keep me spirit-fed
and no matter how dire my circumstance
I turn to God and He extends me a branch
for greater is He who is in me than what is in this world
and greater is what He has promised me than anything from man I've heard
He suffered for me, He died for me, His blood was on the cross
there's nothing He won't do for me so I won't suffer anymore loss
the joy of the Lord is now in my hands
my God's spiritual stimulus plan
and even when my back's against the wall
the God I serve won't let me fall
and even if my 401K has diminished
the God I serve will replenish
and even if my stock portfolio tanks
the God I serve has a full spiritual bank
exceedingly, abundantly and above all
the God I serve will answer my call
in all things, in anything and in everything
there's nothing that my God cannot change
my God is able and on His word I do stand
trusting in Him to revive me with His spiritual stimulus plan
Our fine city built a brand new fountain
Stimulus provided so could obtain
Young person came up with a plot
A place for good suddings lot
Fear _cop in suba gear on bottom lain
in such a time as this of broken dreams and shattered lives
God has a 7 point stimulus plan that will help you survive
my God is sovereign, He is the absolute resource
my God is the ultimate universal life-giving force
my God is able to do any and all
my God is so qualified He will never drop the ball
He suffered for me, He can't be enticed
by the world's greed and malicious device
and no matter how high and no matter how low
there's no place to find me that my God won't go
to save me to rescue me in my times of need
He will always be there to help me succeed
my God is able to keep me from falling down
will always lift me up to safer and higher ground
my God supports me, guides me and always protects
to send angels of grace and mercy and more than I expect
my God is able to subdue anything here on earth
and make any situation better before it can get worse
my God is able to supply all I need and require
according to His riches and what of me He desires
my God is able to secure all that I've acquired
my faith in Him and all in me that He inspires
exceedingly, abundantly, beyond and above all
my God does for me whenever of Him I call
He suffered for me, He saves me, He supports me and subdues
He supplies my needs, He secures my faith and does exceedingly too
my God is able and on His promises I do stand
trusting in His 7 point spiritual stimulus plan
Hebrews 2:18, Hebrews 7:25, Jude:24,
Philippians 3:21, Philippians 4:19
2Timothy 1:12, Ephesians 3:20
a constanza
When justice suffers miscarriage,
and government’s way out of scope,
One judge stands firm - Jesus, our hope.
Christ speaks with clear, simple language.
In mercy and truth, without flaw,
“I have come to fulfill God’s law.”
One policy shapes His salvage.
His righteousness consists thereof –
His blood for our sin - perfect love.
In Him we gain right of passage,
but redemption wants repentance;
Christ’s mandate - complete allegiance.
Jesus, our stimulus package.
Stir us, Worthy Lamb who was slain
Desire of Nations, come and reign
the monorhymed stanza
When justice suffers miscarriage,
Christ speaks with clear, simple language.
One policy shapes His salvage.
In Him we gain right of passage,
Jesus, our stimulus package.
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God-wrought wonders, miraculous
Great deeds, omnipotence-proven
Exposing His grace, marvelous*
Revealing glimpse of grand heaven…
Moving my spirit, faith-driven
To vanquish doubts, ridiculous
While in Christ’s mercy --- forgiven
Serving midst love-blest stimulus.
*Psalm 9:1 I will praise thee, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will shew forth all thy marvellous works.
January 23, 2020
2nd place, "Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 2/16/2020.
More Poetry Writing Stimulus
Devour More Power Each Hour
Sour, shower, cower.
Bragging, dragging, sagging.
Nagging, bagging, gaging.
Hired, Expired, Fired.
Desired, Tired, mired.
Evolve, resolve, solve.
Involve, revolve.
Resist, persist, insist.
Enlist, missed, hissed.
Presumption, gumption, assumption.
Conclusion, delusion, collusion.
Pretended, amended, ended.
Bamboozle, streusel, refusal.
Jim Horn
So now we got a stimulus check,
our pockets full, one would expect.
Our larder crammed with cans and jars
to see us through Old Winter's wars.
If only true, it would be nice.
This small amount just won't suffice.
Our sons have mittens, though threadbare;
but better than their underwear.
The blankets--two apiece, but thin.
Their shoes: sad sights, just to begin.
The soup last night was a watery bean,
with day-old bread that's trending green.
The winds blow cold thru our front door;
linoleum cracks adorn the floor.
My job is gone, so is my pride.
I don't like living just to abide.
Now the money's gone and so's the food.
Would I complain? You bet I would!
Still, I'm grateful to have a roof;
not like next door: their lease went poof.
When will those rich folks on The Hill
think of the rest? I guess they never will.
Seems like such a good thing,
too bad there’s an agenda;
It’s strangling the middle class,
making us all dependent
under the guise of a helping hand;
Later we will see the remnants
upside down and inflated;
Shame on us for letting them.
When I am all by myself
Lethargy possesses me
And the creativity lying
Deep within me, oozes out.
I become intensely alert
Inwardly and sit quietly
Pondering, over the
Meaning of existence.
I glide with the wings of
Feelings and imagination
To soar into the realms of
Varied visions of creation.
Second, third, fourth... stimulus check(s)...
ah... the stuff a dream come true would be made!
Such would constitute,
the closest phenomena
approximating winning the lottery
cuz yours truly never blessed
winning sizable, nor
minuscule amount of money
beset with one after another setback
token scapegoat (no kidding),
plus puny size linkedin
with spindle shank legs
always bullied and
derided as laughingstock.
Whether rich or dirt poor...
since being young unemployed adult
(yupper, poverty mine bane and,
red badge of courage) the end result...
thus, aye cannot imagine state of euphoria
(yea right Matthew Scott), so just halt
such fantastical thinking,
before being totally shushed up,
nevertheless such luck
would invariably catapult
me into doing a sommersault,
pulling my weak back,
(I got a week back) out in the process,
how mine lovely bones would exult
similarly and/or hypothetically
if lottery numbers I chose matched,
more likely greater chance me getting struck
while inside courtesy lightning bolt,
or got automatically generated did score
winning ticket - suddenly this dolt,
would find himself mobbed by strangers
worse case scenario lured
by paranormal and/or occult,
perhaps stunned with
tranquilizing gun subsequently kidnapped
courtesy sinister satanic cult
comprised of rainbow goblins
trumpeting moral turpitude,
hence words of wisdom
occurred best not to insult.
When awakened hours, days, weeks later
parents (if still living at home)
would spring into action
renting out my former bedroom
to another heavily tattooed and pierced
long haired pencil necked geek
sporting dreadlocks
the late Bob Marley would envy
if still alive.
Castles in the air
suckers' poor me,
thought cha might care
to dangle false promises
and deliberately ensnare
buzzfeeding gussied up
glittering essentially bupkis
that doth blindingly glare
finding meek geezer passively submitting
theme of mein kampf -
never ask for grandeur,
which outcome would interfere
with grist crafting poems.
STIMULUS
intertwined
separation
&
reconciliation
in
fused
theogony
fostering
time-lapsed
recreation
a sequence
equivalent
to
stop-motion
set in
a collage
in a
seemingly hinged
cascade
of
raptures
thronged&
reunited
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Out to lunch, grab a hunch
It's cue, reward, punch!!
Tickle their stimulus
Can't resist the urge
Spilling gasoline dollars
Fliing cabana wheels
So lets golf it out
Proud caddy packs a streamline 5-iron
Shimmy through the window drop
Launching pies like Proctor and Gamble
Bring out the presentation bunch
Serving savory, lip smacking delite
Something you want to bite
And save for later
Keep em coming back
The game is growth
Consolidate, reform
All the diversions
To keep addicts when they return
people are sick
society stifled and slowly sliding away
will one willingly escape
from stagnant airs
kiss me says the fool
six pence none the richer
but richer they claim to be
in shallow folds
of bills
put off to tomorrow
shaking hand(out)s
without any silly gloves
it's not greed
when you act out
when a want is a need
distance what distance
(un)masked attention
let's be social
(in)security
no content nor consideration
for the old
for their young
crying
generations dying
before blind eyes
all hopped up on weed
when I said bring your hand
she did submit her hand
though the fingertip hesitated
for the amber glow gesticulated
I told her come closer
and she slowly came by
the forehead protruder
for the sense an intact ruler
as I waited for the conscious act
though with little hope and speculation
she turned to sigh and tact
for the three teardrop sensation
unable to say no to say yes
and likewise rooted in proximal
yes, the heart chanted the guess
for the only option was no natal
and the power of the cut is neither
blunt nor sharp but a force
the more the don't wants out slither
for either way no toss
But with full force landed the palm
followed by the cheek and the click
and then came the hearty psalm
The soreless immersion in fresh springs
Sin ravaged world free falling into emptiness and doom
Tentacled false cliffs of wealth on time's bluff:
Images of illusion, shrivelled leaf after morning's bloom
Messiah annexed from dream and devotion,
Ultimate giver of life and love, urging us through the fall
Latent in our secular aspiration, to reach beyond
Upward falling on bended knees, the templed trumpet call
Sovereign Master, I walk on water, as you bid.
Pilate's response was to wash his bloody hands, poor he
Leached of love so freely given, cannot prevent
Atonement for my way to heaven ... I have tasted glory
Nature and Word transforming desires in me.