Best Treasurer Poems
A spirited traveler, how curiously you roam, flexing your freedom,
Visiting places serene, from Atlantic to Pacific, Artic to Antarctic,
Hugging every exotic continent, kissing territories in between;
Exploring from shore to shore; thrashing, splashing, your rhythms.
Hosting sunsets of amber evenings and sunrises of purple dawns
Fondly you reflect ruby rays, charming avid glances of romance,
Illuminating in sun’s golden dust a fusion made of fervid dreams,
And designs of your vision artistic, sprinkled on motifs esoteric.
Custodian of precious resources, a treasurer of beauteous coral reefs,
A liaison for shipping goods, trading foods, marine mineral mining;
You are a daring warrior too, flaunting bravely your armored ships,
An environmentalist as well, facilitating harvesting of wind energy.
You are so charismatic, when leisurely you propel passenger ships,
Journeying to towns historic, luxuriating on heavenly beaches;
Yet, when your mood is perturbed, you are a monster, angry beast,
Stomping ferociously, storming destructively, churning latent heat.
Harmonious with the mystique of moon, mythical cosmic bodies,
Coast-to-coast you soar, alluring aspirations of dreams romantic,
As boundlessly you undulate, navigating zestful tides of passion;
Awe of admiration, you are the eternal, magnificent blue ocean.
The price was thirty pieces of
silver
From the treasury of the Holy
temple
The contract for life, a deed in
blood
The Chief Priests and Elders
signatories.
The kiss of a friend, the betrayal of
a brother.
Piercing painfully than the dagger of
an enemy.
For the price of 30 pieces of silver.
The treasurer of the Son of Man,
The King of kings in earthen vessel
The lure of 30 pieces of silver
Of filthy lucre,
Ensnaring the soul deadened by
greed
So was the son of perdition bought
For a mere 30 pieces of silver.
That placed the noose over his
head.
Whose destiny was wreaked forever.
The Bishopric transferred to another;
All for filthy lucre.
30 pieces of silver
The worth of the Son of Man
Whose heavenly throne is arrayed in
precious stones,
Whose Kingdom streets are paved of
the purest of gold.
Oh my Lord and my God!!! Have
mercy!!!!
Aje the oceanic,
Aje the inexhaustible,
Queen that sings in the depth,
Who is clad in millions beads,
Who adorns her head with white-bead-crown.
Aje the bud in the merchant shed;
I know your shed, your shed is in the shade.
You that sit on the vault in cosmos
And allot cowries as pleased.
You are the treasure, You are the treasurer.
A god that says you are unworthy of his praise
Shall wipe his running nose with his shoulders,
Shall whistle in his fist in dungeon and gallows,
Shall yawn in dream, shall starve in life.
Yam is at home the queen of riches will not eat,
Grain is at home the goddess of wealth will not eat;
It is baby banana that I saw you eat in Otuufe,
It is white pigeon that you were caressing with your hands.
I have baby babana in my house Aje come and dine with me;
I have white pigeon in my house please visit me now.
12/11/15.
MY FRIENDS*
I keep thinking of my friends
as one by one they die
so I really have to think of them
as just passing by.
Perhaps at some other place
we'll meet once again.
But it's not up to me say
just where or when.
I hope that I will meet
my friends
so we can just talk
about the good times
before they met their ends
And the times that we lived
as we helped one another
to live a good life
as we would like a brother.
We offered each help
were we to see a need
for friends were always there
and we didn't have to plead
But as time passes on
and my friends go on by,
I look for them all
down low and on high.
But they are all gone
as one by one they die.
So I now stand alone
to wonder just when,
or if ever again,
I will get to see
the ones I called a friend.
* As Secretary-Treasurer of my High School Class Reunion Committee (January/June 1949 class) I keep the data base and record deaths, etc. As I update the data I am saddened by the many deaths of my friends as our age marches on. Also, I am the last man standing out of the eight that formed my band in my youth. Those things prompted the poem.
I was a mean-spirited, remorseless boy
when it came to get revenge
with the boldest outrage...
Joey never suspected foul play from me!
We were the cruelest classmates,
bullying on the weak and skinny ones;
emptying out their pockets and confiscate
their money as if we were the Internal Revenue...
where would we get that without another avenue?
We looked at them laughing, but our laughter was deliberate!
A question remained, " Who was going to be the treasurer? "
Joey stared at me with envy trying to say, " It's me! "
I stared at him in the same way wishing it were me!
" Andy, let me handle the treasure since I like math! "
And with confidence he promised, " Not a dime will be missing! "
" I have to trust you on that, Joey...you talk silly! "
But he shouted, " You couldn't keep a secret!
Your mom will wonder where you've gotten all that money, thinking
you have done something stupid and illegal like robbing or stealing! "
" Okay, " I snarled, " You got your wish...you grizzly bear! "
Morning came as I plotted against him planning every step
with astuteness, " My plan can't fail! " I told myself...
Joey came running to me as a runner in a marathon,"
" Where did you get those Fila sneakers and Perry America jacket? "
" My dad bought me those...he wanted to reward for my good grades! "
" You cheating, bastard...if it weren't for me, you would fail them all! "
" We are supposed to give the money back to those poor kids! "
I shouted with a vexed voice...but he replied laughing, " No, I never will, punk! "
It was a week before graduation, we took the final test,
how much I wanted Joey to feel the stamina of my wrist
by remembering what he did with the stolen money!
The air in the classroom was as solemn as a church's silence,
Joey sat next to me and copied the answers as I checked them them in each box.
" Fool, you are going to fail this test...this is my revenge! " I uttered...
" What was that? " The wrong answer? " He asked me without malice.
" Yes, change it to All Of The Above " I answered confidentially.
Many more wrong answers I gave him until I put my pencil down and sighed.
" Thanks, Andy for the answers...I hate summer school: you are simply the best! "
Hard work sleepless nights
Financial problem that sometimes don't be right
But you got to stand tall and fight the fight
You no your dream is on the line
For you have long to be on top
So now that you start there ain't no stop
Drama and pain all that you have to sustain
Thinking it's now your time to reign
Friends turn enemy greed that's greater than the penalty
Money that moves man turn they enemy to memory
Mistrust between colleges
Criticism behind your back if something goes wrong with the little dollar you got
Finical treasurer the one that gain hate the one that gain trust the one that's responsible for all the above
ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones,
like yesteryear’s
fading souvenirs,
I see the skulls arranged in strange ordered rows.
Who knows whose owners might have beheaded peers,
packed tightly here
despite once repellent hate?
Here weaponless, they stand, in this gentled state.
These arms and hands, they once were so delicate!
How articulately
they moved! Ah me!
What athletes once paced about on these padded feet?
Still there’s no hope of rest for you, lost souls!
Deprived of graves,
forced here like slaves
to occupy this overworld, unlamented ghouls!
Now who’s to know who loved one orb here detained?
Except for me;
reader, hear my plea:
I know the grandeur of the mind it contained!
Yes, and I know the impulse true love would stir
here, where I stand
in this alien land
surrounded by these husks, like a treasurer!
Even in this cold,
in this dust and mould
I am startled by an a strange, ancient reverie, …
as if this shrine to death could quicken me!
One shape out of the past keeps calling me
with its mystery!
Still retaining its former angelic grace!
And at that ecstatic sight, I am back at sea ...
Swept by that current to where immortals race.
O secret vessel, you
gave Life its truth.
It falls on me now to recall your expressive face.
I turn away, abashed here by what I see:
this mould was worth
more than all the earth.
Let me breathe fresh air and let my wild thoughts run free!
What is there better in this dark Life than he
who gives us a sense of man’s divinity,
of his place in the universe?
A man who’s both flesh and spirit—living verse!
To The Muse
by Friedrich Schiller
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I do not know what I would be,
without you, gentle Muse!,
but I’m sick at heart to see
those who disabuse.
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Thirty silver coins
Identified with a kiss
The secret of God.
Santa Claus took from the NON-for Profit
" people who wish to marry fund"
to support his gift giving campgain.
Santa who doesn't eat Venision
heard that the "rights of Modern Men"
were sponsoring a Four Meat supper
to raise money for the
" People who wish to marry fund"
he asked one question, " are they serving Venision?"
the fella said yeah, and taters and yams, and those
sweet, sweet taters. " Oh yeah said Santa,
them po' (Bleeps) gonna learn. "Bife for the We-if"
"not sear the deer". "Things their mothers have done, don't they
know better" " "They have a treasurer who drinks don't they"
"the fella said they sure do boss!" "they sure do!" Santa told him
that summa (beep) is gonna look foolish when
he finds the gift I'm leaving him"
then he got on his sleigh and flow away.
when he returned,(two days later)
he just smiled and said "Christmas is saved!"
and everyone went back to work cheering for Ole Santa!
When asked, "what did you leave the fella for Christmas?"
He told him, " I left the (beep) absolutely nothing"
"I farted in his face when I walked by him sleeping"
Enhancing the College Application
By Elton Camp
“I graduated first in my class,” claims Joe Adams, but yet
He doesn’t reveal that they were lined up by the alphabet
Suzy boasts that, “My classmates voted me into Who’s Who,”
But hides that for “Most Likely to Fail,” her class picked two
“On the school newspaper,” Robert says, “I worked very hard,”
But omits that after only one year, for incompetence was barred
Bill Bart boasts, “To spend one summer in Europe I didn’t fail,”
But he doesn’t mention that it was only because he was in jail.
About taking her time to finish school, Mary boastingly dwelled,
But failed to mention that it was because she had been expelled
Buzz says, “In my senior year I demonstrated I had special might,”
But doesn’t explain he proved it by winning a wild campus fight
As class treasurer, much time and attention May states she spent,
But doesn’t feel the need to mention the charge of embezzlement
Dan notes, “To pay for my college expenses much money I made,”
But doesn’t explain that he did it through his bustling drug trade
According to Will, in producing media he soon became an expert
But conceals that his productions were *********** and such dirt
Patricia let it be known that of the senior class she was president,
But doesn’t tell in detention was where most of her time was spent
All of these found that for the battle for college admission to win
Each of their experiences must be given the most positive spin
But whether or not these devious little tricks will work very well
Actually, only time and the desired letter of admission will tell
All alone my father use to ride
On the long lonely streets
That runs through cane fields’
While we are warm under our sheets
My father was very hard working
And he always had a smile to show
Even when he had a lot of pressure
He would never let any one know
He use to work in the railways
He was an operator of a train
When the government shut it down
Then he was jobless for while again
He would work his garden everyday
Can still see him with a cutlass in his hand
He was the best person I ever know
He was the perfect gentleman
My father never drinks or smokes
Never heard him say a bad word
And he never once complain
Although he was carrying a heavy load
And no matter how sick he was
He never misses a day of fasting
And everyday would go to the mosque
Even if it had storm and rain
Then he got a job in Voss government school
That still is on gasparilo junctions
Up till today they all remembers him
And says he was the perfect gentle man
Every year he had 3 nights of prayers
Starts on Friday and use to end on Sunday
Had Muslim, Hindu and Christian speakers
With food and desserts to eat and take away
Every night he would sit on the table
Learning to read Arabic from the Quran
And in the local mosque in usine
They all wanted him to be the imam
But my father recommends some one else
He admired and is a better public lecturer
So sailor boy becomes the imam
And he become the mosque treasurer
A post he holds for over 35 years
He was a man of such great character
He match contributions with his money
When he got sick it had $40 thousand extra
And all my father brothers and sisters
They all lead by example to show
So that their children and grandchildren
Have the right footsteps to follow
And from mayaro beach Manzanilla
To Marabella gopauls land
Though out the whole of Trinidad
he was known as the perfect gentleman
WOMAN'S WITS
By Ronalyn M. Pupa
“There is a woman in the house!”
She is the man’s partner and supporter,
Maintains household’s peace and order,
Alone or with you, stands still in all the crises forever,
She is the everybody’s MODEL.
“There is a woman in the house!”
She patiently teaches the young the basics,
Discovers and nurtures child’s special traits with her tactics,
Personality is shaped through aptitudes and attitudes mystics,
She is every child’s first TEACHER.
“There is a woman in the house!”
She ensures the new wealth is health mindfully,
She organizes the home and its activities accordingly,
Family has proper food, enough sleep and rest daily,
She is the family NURSE awakes around the clock.
“There is a woman in the house!”
She turns home into different places artistically,
She varies interior design and arrangement magically,
Home becomes an inviting, restful and cheerful place instantly,
She is the best homeowner and MANAGER.
“There is a woman in the house!”
She manages and uplifts the income of the family,
Receives husband’s salary yet wise in spending money,
Prioritizes necessities, comforts than luxury,
She is the TREASURER handling the family treasury.
“There is a woman in the house!”
Skilled in childbearing or rearing as home’s central personality,
Instills the habit of self-control, tidiness, diligence, honesty,
You turn to her for a never-ending understanding and sympathy,
With an incomparable love from womb to tomb, amazing MOTHER forever.
“There is a woman in the house!”
There is a woman working and leading elsewhere,
A woman who conquers struggles and reigns everywhere,
With passion and commitment in her career,
Oh, woman! everybody admires your wits and power.
The Darkest of Hearts
And you are...
yesterday's pleasantries
today's impurities
tomorrow's solace
And you are...
what you want the world to see
strength,
beauty,
power,
soul
And you are...
a fallacy,
a union of falsehood and indignation,
an ambassador of dereliction and delusion
And you are...
what you want the world to see
compassionate,
protector,
infallible
worshipper and lover of the most high
And you are...
one who defiles
the most sacred of trusts
a destroyer of inner peace
mocking the purest of hearts
And you are...
what you want the world to see
champion of causes
treasurer of grace
master of the ethereal
enchanting and desirable
And you are...
the angel of deceit
pretentious and poisonous
inebriated in repugnance
disheveled and insignificant
And you are....
heart is taken for granted
it is such a delicate thing.
When someone breaks it the pieces
fall everywhere you are standing
there alone wondering how the pieces
will ever be put back together.
Some say try super glue but it only lasts
for awhile than the pieces start chipping
away again. It’s not like a jig saw puzzle where
you can make the pieces fit together and it is
becomes complete. The truth is like the things you
discover in a treasurer box you open it to find
all the good things, some bad some sad.
It can be given to keep life going in others most
Of the time the heart is to love and can’t be stolen
Tiny Timmy
Today Tiny Timmy tries to talk. Terry Thomson tells Timmy that talking is too
tough for a two-year-old. Tony Thomson tells Terry not to tell Timmy that. Tammy
Tilson tells Tony, Terry and Tiny Timmy that Tinseltown has two tall towers,
Tinseltown Toy Tower and Tinseltown Trinket Tower. Tammy tells Tony that
there's a Two-Year-Old talking translator there. So Tiny Timmy, Too-Tall Terry,
and Talkative Tony travel to Tinseltown. While traveling, Tony talked to their
Treasurer, Tommy. Tommy told them to talk to Tina. Tina told Tony to travel
tirelessly. Then, during the Thomsons travel, Tina traveled too. At Tinseltown,
Terry taps a tambourine, Tony talks to a toucan, Tina throws a truck, and Timmy
traverses to the trinket tower. Then he finds the two-year-old talking translator. It
translated to this,”Why does this poem have so many T's?”