Best Usury Poems
The day has come, alas the time is at hand
For all people on earth, in all of the lands
To fight the demon of man, usury and greed
Cyberspace is our garden for planting the seed
We can grow this seed, to unite all the lands
With a new found hope, we can take a stand
Those who enslave us and care not for our health
Pit man against man, while counting their wealth
Their faith is in money, metals and riches of earth
Creating banks and systems, to hide what their worth
The plan has been the same, since Jesus walked the earth
Through war after war, people still wait for his rebirth
Corporate losses are shown in red ink on a page
Ours, in rivers of blood, from the wars that they wage
With an insatiable thirst they raped and soiled the earth
They tell us "Our countries are failing", because of our girth
Its time we lift their concealment, uncover the ground
Making them liable, to the same laws that we're bound
It's not a quick cure, for problems man faces on earth
It's beginning a path, to find health, hope and mirth
Categories:
usury, introspection, political, people, people,
Form:
Rhyme
And in time... Mankind said lets make a god in our own image.
Let us describe him as powerless, let us emasculate him
Understanding He is not the all 'powerful God'
Let us do these things that we will be blessed.!
Let us create god as a multi-deity, god can be even female
Let us triumph over this god,
Let us name all the starry host, for that is 'not' the role of God.
Let us create stars of film and stage; instead of stars representing
believers.
Let us create life in laboratory's because there is no creation.
Let us teach of perversion and then bless it.
Let us turn from Him in our sickness's, and embrace drugs.
Let us push youth into deception for, that's an easy number.
Let us introduce them to debt at an early age
Submitting them to 'usury'
Let us tie two stones together that the
people may carry them.
Let us devise all types of distractions, let us remove
The one God from school.
Let us divide the family, that children will not know
One father.
Let us preside over the greatest suicide rates of people ever
And the great teachers and leaders, looked on all they had done and said it is good.
Categories:
usury, absence, confusion,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
Capitalism has been blamed by worthless people rich in power and other peoples' money.
True capitalism earns money.
Jobs are created by capitalists.
Workers earn a living from them.
Bankers gather together workers savings and use this money to create more by usury. This is not capitalism,
although they do capitalize on other peoples earnings
(and greed)
They also are "The Federal Reserve"
(They run the money!!) Not congress (They passed it off)
Politicians have capitalized on their positions to such an extent that anyone elected to congress is set for life
even if he is never re-elected.
They made these rules.
They decided their salaries and benefits.
They decided how much to tax us.
They created offices and positions of power, departments of "Government"
At incredible costs to us all.
To the point that other governments in less free countries use their peoples' money to lend to us.
We have been sold out.
The blame is being put on "Big Business" "Wall Street" and all those rich Capitalists
Our representatives, Your representatives have no alternative than to turn to Socialism in order to keep lining
their pockets and living beyond their means.
It is too late to seek and elect real representatives.
They own (have bought) the majority of voters.
America has been stolen.
Me? just another sucker! But at least now you(the reader) know what you've lost
(Or stolen)
Categories:
usury, historymoney,
Form:
Free verse
First off-
you're E~did,
fawned like frozen in a wrong beam of time-
God is only justified by his own usury,
and we don't do the forgotten as a figurine...
We all are falling,
forwardly and softly forestalled,
faked,
forgiving four fickle frogs,
finding our fifty nine frot foe,
just as we fizzle the fantastic flowing fight, fitted-
if that's enough to gloat see me stuck in the next simple dictionary-
having nothing to say to the ears of men who listen,
children who dream,
women who can misinterpret.
Sleeping is optional,
sojourn is an ancient land full of those flaws,
free,
we are not this-
fleet,
we are so fast at adeptly encouraging the sanctimony of the next...
Categories:
usury, brother, dance, deep, desire,
Form:
Blitz
Auguste Blanqui was correct to assert
"Revolutionaries aren't born, they are made"
They're being made everyday, but Sunday,
At the hands of a corrupt State,
One they've tirelessly helped to create
- If we are to become its product
What then can be expected of change?
In a world full of self-made victims
Responsible for their own problems
- Brutality, usury,
indoctrination and assimilation:
The end results of our inaction!
Don't tell me about the problems
Try explaining how you never saw this coming!
Complain about the times
And I will come to remind,
time and time again:
"You have no one but yourself
to shower with your blame;
For being seduced by the corrupting ways
of an inhuman system
by subjugating yourself
with the oath of a vote to its authoritarian state."
- And them right there is "fightin' words" in a "civilized world!"
Don't bemoan about the awful smell
After building your own jail cell;
Otherwise,
Don't tell me:
"If you don't vote don't complain."
- Because these two things
are very much the same...
Categories:
usury, angst, humorous, irony, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
That I be ambushed in early gambit
for my king was a sacrifice too great -
just a pawn in a game and I am it
plays out its capture and winless stalemate.
He not bared to his human desires nor
fruit on the essential vines thirsts alone -
and in the great fu-ckening at my core
is a real fear and fate that I must own.
But a debt of faith is ransomed this day
and worse, a debit of endless sorrow -
a usury I must now bear and pay,
and from the heart this I’ve had to borrow.
I am a hostage to my tyrannies,
a prisoner of old hostilities.
Written: September 1995
Categories:
usury, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
Milton and Adam, egocentric Narcissists
capitalized idea of freedom from pessimists
Freedman and Smith, associates seeing all
to the very end of their own proboscises
no one knows better, than self (and them)
what society needs to get fettered again
what you don't know can't hurt ya, right?
capitalism can take away eminent domain
they reasoned government wants to regulate
all manner of every individual's desires
only to get the citizenry to relegate
and fill out the few forms they'd require
they (the government) don't need to protect us
from poisons in foods, or usury rates
we can all make our own lifeline decisions
it's all for oneself and no more debates
the crock that you fill with substance
is the crock that holds your own water
eco-governance only makes for encumbrance
grinding individualism to earth as a pauper
rooms they wrote from were filled with words
of what Adam and Milt wrote and said
to balance others with self they maintained absurd
'course Freedman and Smith - they're both dead
© Goode Guy 2014-01-16
Categories:
usury, america, money, philosophy, society,
Form:
Quatrain
A friendship gathering
in the land of Goshen ...
My friend, Flip J says transcendently,
that publican people are only telling you
half the truth every single usury time,
with a crocodile tear in their eye
The other half they’re selling you
all of the debt time
is a dirty Mississippi alligator lie
My other friend, Sky Queen nods,
her regal Nazarene head going up and down
Raises her voice, but not too loud
And shaking her long, raven-black dreads,
she crows:
I double the deck with everything Flip J said
Then she breaks off some more no-debate bread
with a solid gold ghetto truism:
Plastic politicians gon always
pimp the fake realism
Telling you, they’re on shorty poor’s side,
but they ain’t
Giving the rich the free gravy train ride;
breaking the bank,
by cutting the long taxes
And I oughta know,
‘cause I once had that kinda money before
Then my third friend, Cool Beat,
with his signature Cheshire cat grin,
made a smooth feline landing jumping in
Patting his perfectly shaped Afro,
which was not too short and not too long,
he spoke in his rumbling low tuba tone:
Them spineless three-piece jellyfish
gon always give the double niners the sting
Sky Queen speaks truth ‘bout those cotton mouth kings
She’s a proud, private lady ...
and won’t tell you
she gave most of her money perch away,
but still God got her sitting safe
That good woman’s actions speak rightly:
money come and go, but love always stay
Flip J, with his corporate-cut bald fade
and charismatic velvety voice,
was in a meditative repose
He looked at me with closed eyes
that was on a cosmic cruise galactic sail
And he mused: Rico Suave, man ...
Cool Beat knows us all too well!
I said not a word the whole time,
my silent agreement spoke for me
Then I voiced with soft, biblical humility:
a threefold cord is not broken easily
With a hushed, synchronized amen,
they all arose and said fond goodbyes
Thus came to an early evening end,
another gathering of my friends and I
Categories:
usury, friendship, social, truth,
Form:
Bio
Hey buddy,
can you help a brother down on his luck?
Hey kind sir,
can you help a fella get propped back up?
I’m just a slightly dishonest publican,
who was sticking it to tax evading citizens
Unpatriotic deadbeats who weren’t paying enough
But, that mean ole relative of mine
cast me down
Uncle Sam caught me skimming a bit
Yes, I will admit ...
I did get a tad greedy
and took a little double taste,
got an extra slice
But, I’m not like that uncle of mine!
He put all the money meat on his collection plate,
and ate the whole tax pie
Then, he had the nerve
to throw me out of my cushy seat
into the street
That mean ole man made me homeless,
and have to beg to eat
I was just a small-time, low-level government thief,
Small publican potatoes really
Uncle Sam Maritan, he’s kingpin
Ain’t no money cake being made,
and he’s not getting his cut of the frosting
My adopted blood shamed me publicly,
said he don’t like crooks that get caught
Told me I woulda been solid with him,
if my scheme had been secretly pulled off
But, when it got the spotlight shine,
Uncle Sam disowned me ...
said he wasn’t no kin of mine
So, hey buddy,
you now know my usury half of the story
Can you find it in your pockets
to help a poor grifter
whose been catching a whole lot of bad luck?
I promise to pay it all back to you later,
once I get my hands on another million bucks ...
with interest, of course
Categories:
usury, corruption, funny, humorous, parody,
Form:
Light Verse
When confronted with
edicts of expendability,
the sanest of minds
condemn usury as a practice
defecating on
the nobler edicts of survival
until all herded
charge the very gates of compliance.
Categories:
usury, social, war
Form:
Free verse
We were told at a young age,
capitalism is long-term better
Got the short end of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter
Working the industrial fields,
come rain or shine
Breathing factory fumes that kill,
half-life expectancy
was the pyramid pay
for toiling overtime
Blue shirts keep giving us eclipse hearts
the undertaker blues
Blue steel love sending to the black veils
more barrel bad news
Shooting galleries on display
on the downtrodden side of the stacks
Hopelessness is the drug
that provides
the fleeting freedom we daily lack
We were told at a very tender age,
capitalism is so much better
Got the debtor deal of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter
Heard whispers of an emancipation
given many moons ago
But invisible chains left us shackled
to the market ebb and flow
Unpaid wages of labor
lends unto itself
plenty of poverty pain to promissory borrow
Practice hate thy neighbor,
preach usury stealth
Ivory towers never expect a darker tomorrow
Bred to be sold like cattle head,
let the coin decide the cull
Oh how the runaways be ballot led
to the anchored end of the hull
We were taught at a garden paradise age,
capitalism is Adam splitter better
Got the chain reaction part of the slave trade,
seems everyday I’m feeling fetter
Waves and waves of tears
fall to the barren ground of our captivity
An aching need for amnesia
to heal our collective bound memories
Harrowing echoes of the plight of the damned
cascade across the ocean of time
Doors of opportunity always bar code slammed,
our genetic number wasn’t prime
This telltale sin
was mercantile written
on our unlit skin
Degradation was the scarlet letter
given to our kin
We were told at an innocent age,
pure capitalism is soul profitable better
Yet, we got the least end of the slave trade,
and every hollow day I’m feeling fetter
07-22-21
Categories:
usury, allegory, history, how i
Form:
Dramatic Verse
1.
In an ahistorical fog:
all the Ways home,
all the signposts,
treacherously hidden
by greedy men and women:
all eyes off the ball:
mere contemptible bourgeois folly.
2.
The rain is unending,
the wind howls,
the flooded river races,
its banks rapidly disappearing
in this darkness at noon.
Laid bare by the flashing, crackling
lightning, the wagon teams and
terrified, shouting horsemen
careen downstream.
Deafening thunder booms rolling.
In the swollen, swirling river,
w/ eyes wide in panic,
the horses kick wildly,
their neighing strangled and
silenced by the dark, rushing flow as
they disappear beneath it.
Both the beasts and the
men are doomed,
but for one of each.
That horseman, cursing,
desperately leaps unto the
back of that horse,
making its way struggling, swimming to the
shoreline, w/ their safety certain,
a horse changed midstream.
3.
The Robot Fighters:
savvy, Western workers
upright and true, foresighted and brave:
like the proverbial "physicians healing themselves"
they throw themselves fervently into
putting their "own house in order" first:
Toppled and wrestled under human control,
each and every evilly spying machine;
all the cruel, unheeding AI
stopped dead in its tracks;
all the poisonous tools of the trade
laid down in righteous protest,
w/ irrepressible Luddite spirit:
Alive, the fearless Machine Fighters
forced into action, wisely not waiting
for irremediable, dystopian 4,000 AD
before making their move.
4.
Greasy grasping fingers:
the fly in the ointment:
usury unchecked.
*****
Curtains, thrown open wide:
the startling, stark light of day:
usurious vampyres scatter,
run for their lives.*
*"The reason why the Persians [sic] were always slaves and always
will be is that they could never say 'No'."
--- Thucydides, ancient Athenian historian and general
Categories:
usury, angst, freedom, political, symbolism,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Eminent domain
The money is all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
I said the money's all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
feels like dragging a heavy load
accross the the earth spinning out of control
run by people that have no soul
aint know doctor gonna kill my pain
feels like our world is gonna burst into flames
my God how I wish it would rain
no work today
soon I'll have no place to stay
because I can't even rent this cheap
their gonna put me out on the street
my wife my kids and me
and I can't wait until my God claims
eminent domain
my God how I wish it would rain
is anybody else feeling my pain
I guess this is what happens
when you charge poor people usury
and all of our lenders are guilty
now how do you like the penalty
stiffen your neck and your gonna find
that this is only the beginning
now all the tax moneys thrown out and wasted
and I'm out on the street stone cold and naked
think your heaven wont be my pain
now the money all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
my how God I wish it would rain
let the humble receive their rights
eminent domain
eminent domain
Categories:
usury, political, song-lyricgod, people, god,
Form:
Lyric
You’re a consumer pawn on the cargo chessboard,
being merchandise moved
by the mighty,
free-market bellow powers-that-be:
The Babble Tower titans of industry
And the fawning, vote hopes that you have
is advancing
conveyor belt backwards
The packaged progress that you ballot bought
is expired, retrograde liberty
It’s so commercially uncool
to be a grin shill, shiny used tool —
a patsy E-bay product sold down perdition road
Material serendipity ~ Ignorant bliss gluttony
is the narcotic, marketing mirage
of merchant debt slavery
Arise, to another automated labor dawn,
and get usury pressed on the profit iron board
Let the starch resistance in your lungs
feebly be diminished echo expunged,
on the first and third week of each month
Stop the clock grindstone ... get spend happy
Pass Go and retail sample
all your Mediterranean mall eyes can eat
Strap the credit Boardwalk bank accounts in;
enjoy the lavish buffet discount weekends,
those gorge giddy sinful getaways
Letting your pursed lips coin splurge comfortably
Tomorrow sorrows is yesterday hangover yawns,
courtesy of some loan shark upper-class spawns
giving you more underwater mortgage freedom
Atlantis dream house of plastic bondage
is a back-to-the-future, antiquity straw commodity
Buy another fetter timeshare bronze skin link,
written in New Roman font invisible ink:
An emancipation contract redacted permanently
Then pulse pawn a purchased posterity lot
of pyramid beggarly,
plantation shade retrograde liberty
Categories:
usury, destiny, history, imagery, society,
Form:
Alliteration
This is Thanksgiving Day,
so I want to continue my interior conversation,
made perhaps too exterior,
by quoting from Sacred Economics, p. 123, (Charles Eisenstein)
about "flow of abundance," my nuance in brackets:
"Please understand here that I do not mean to deter you from opening to the flow
of abundance.
To the contrary--
because when enough people do this,
the money
[and health]
system will change
to conform to the new [cooperative] belief
[in optimizing health as wealth].
Today's money system rests on a foundation
of [winner v loser] Separation.
It [disassociation]
is as much an effect as it is a cause
of our perception [and evolutionary enculturation]
that we are discrete and separate subjects
in a universe that is Other.
Opening to abundance can only happen when we let go
of this [ego- and anthro-centric] identity
and open to the richness of our true,
[Earth]connected being.
This new [co-arising] identity wants no part of usury."
[but is drawn intuitively and rationally
to (0)-interest co-operative,
regenerative,
co-invested,
primal,
ego-health is eco-wealth co-passion.]
Categories:
usury, culture, faith, passion, political,
Form:
Narrative