Best Valuation Poems
THE WINNOWING
Wake of harvest, came time for winnowing
Separation loosing chaff from the grain
Bake of bread that gave them a bestowing
Creation: body nurture that they’d fain
Make in life, a time for spirit growing
Valuation of virtues not to strain
Then we might cherish food for soul above
When we winnow, retain the grain of love
In accounting, there are inventory methods one must know any day.
It does not matter whether or not you are a CPA.
One of the accepted methods is commonly known as “FIFO”
Another inventory accounting procedure is called “LIFO”
Those are both acronyms in case you didn’t know.
Everything depends on the current economic situation.
Each method may render a different inventory valuation.
This is especially true in significant periods of inflation.
“FIFO” stands for “first in, first out”
“LIFO” means “last in, first out”
In the former, the earliest prices are used to determine inventory value.
With “LIFO”, the most recent costs are used in income review.
Become familiar with both procedures and others like this.
Get to know these two valuations if you are involved in business.
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!
Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her hospitable habitation!
Indurate through incest! Injured through inurement,
justice she seeks, a juvenile Judy no more,
kicked by society, knackered by its keepers,
laminated personalities lost in love!
Morning time! Brings the sunlight, the mist the misery,
Nymph nurtured by noble, just to serve motley men,
Org*sm Cried off, just an opaque memory,
primate pants, within the woodland glen!
Quaint in monthly quarantine, desire still to quell,
rebellious rivals, rustic, but youth on side,
sanctimonious salutations satisfy,
the test for technique, tediously still apply!
Unable to command usage. “Utensil spent”
Valuation decreasing via vulgar gent,
wise mind, weary body responds to the wanker,
xquisite flame soon xtinguish by the banker!
Yet she that lived in yonder past, youthfulness yielded,
zero hour approaches. “Erotic zone no more!”
because of censorships some words had to be removed or changed.
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Alliteration and Abecedarian poem
entered into A Poet Destroyers 004 contest
Explosive and intimidating, only the well to do can bargain
Xenon’s imitator-rare in the mixture of its like
Peacocks so classy in comparison to Turkeys
Evaluation of worth raises the wings of pride, but
New necessarily does not translate to costly
Selects its attraction but never to be selected
Invites without a microphone, advert, plea or agency
Very strict in maintaining an already established level, which is
Enclosed in packages made of precious rares.
Touch of morning
Kitchen aroma;
Caffeine fix
~~~~~~~~~
Sunlight dazzles
Myriad colours hurl;
Sights and sounds
~~~~~~~~~
Balcony duet
Lovebirds singing;
Morning serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Observe and see
Marvels of light;
Beyond words
~~~~~~~~~
Wonder tints
Calm acceptance;
Miracle moments
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo swaying
Windy escapades;
Leafy music
~~~~~~~~~
Sample choice
Declare poise;
Fanfare moves voice
~~~~~~~~~
Pretty curves
Smiles and breasts;
Lovely delight
~~~~~~~~~
Here we sit
Aware of cares;
Stillness presides
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese herbal tea
Hot water brew;
Bitter taste comforts
~~~~~~~~~
Finesse shows
Humour fond wit;
Buzz of insight
~~~~~~~~~
Patient footprints sculpt
Telling footpath here;
Grassy shortcut
~~~~~~~~~
Morning offering
Stray house dog barks;
Urgent nature's call
~~~~~~~~~
City district buzz
Stock trades down south;
Uncertain dilemma
~~~~~~~~~
Crash and burn
Lost valuation;
Business distress
~~~~~~~~~
Sleeping partners
Awakened by loss;
Bad times hurt
~~~~~~~~~
In one swift stride
Joy ride tells;
Curvy smiles arc
~~~~~~~~~
Once upon then
Love's desire;
Discrete sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2016
Singapore
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 ********
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation
4 keratinization 4 k-ration
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation
4 thermojunction 4 titillation
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion
4 weatherization 4 workstation
4 zombification 4 zonation
My parents would be horrified if I described them antique
With their laughter lines and wrinkles they really are unique
They are getting old now but are invaluable and precious to me
I dread to think when the day arrives - my parents I will never see
I watch the Antiques Roadshow and they give out a valuation
How can you put a value on parents – they are my one salvation
I am so lucky to still have them, they have had many years on this earth
Without the two of them there would never have been my birth
So cherish what is precious to you, it may not be worth a lot
But look after aged parents they are the only ones you’ve got
21st April 2014
Submitted to Black Eyed Susan’s
Antiques Free Poetry Contest
Yes, I'm ready to fight my battle,
and never settle,for less;
Till I've been crowned my tittle;
Perhaps my life would be out of the bottle.
I have been made by my past.
To last;
Not to be thrown like dust;
On top of the flask,
and never been made to be the slave to lust.
My resolution;
Is to stop infatuation,
because I have found real obsession.
Baby-gal I never knew that I will have attraction in you,
and because of my valuation
I wont let any intimidation;
To bring separation;
In our intergration;
That brought me devotion.
Here's how much-sponsored brands get a boot—
Get public's sharp brow, and absolute,
There’s a point here to moot,
A point not in past put,
Nor passed a fair test ere:
Should ads talk in thin air?
For a change, shoes sold bite seller's foot!
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Happenings|20.06.2021|
Poet’s note: This limerick follows what happened a few days back. Cristiano Ronaldo, a well-known footballer, removed a Coke bottle at a press conference and replaced it with one of water, and soon the company lost four billion dollars in its market capitalization. This does raise a few fundamental questions. India’s home brands, Amul and Fevicol, took a jibe each at these brands. Amul (the milkman of the nation) taunted: ‘Not bottling one’s feelings’; Fevicol (makers of various adhesives): ‘These bottles cannot be removed, nor will its valuation dip’. I loved it. Yes, markets do need some earthy humour in these hard times, a food for thought for them to mull.
December 23 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 7-8
Key Verse – Revelation 7:12 Saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SOURCE OF AMEN
Thank You for being the Source of Amen for my salvation…
Thus, blessing be Yours beyond every provision
Through Your grace of overwhelming valuation
To grant me eternal life’s possession.
Thank You for being the Source of Amen for my worthiness…
Thus, glory be Yours beyond infinite preciousness
Through Your blood of sanctifying forgiveness
To assure me priceless redemption’s costliness.
Thank You for being the Source of Amen for my existence…
Thus, wisdom be Yours beyond perfect essence
Through Your guidance of upholding presence
To direct me toward joyful ministry’s persistence.
Thank You for being the Source of Amen for my victory…
Thus, thanksgiving be Yours beyond great history
Through Your sovereignty of conquering territory
To cheer me up with divine love’s story.
Thank You for being the Source of Amen for my contentment…
Thus, honour be Yours beyond supreme involvement
Through Your satisfaction of sufficing fulfillment
To supply me with heavenly bounty’s supplement.
Thank You for being the Source of Amen for my delight…
Thus, power be Yours beyond everlasting flight
Through Your strength of steadfast height
To anchor me upon infallible Word’s truth, always right.
Thank You for being the Source of Amen for my perseverance…
Thus, almightiness be Yours beyond merciful forbearance
Through Your gentleness of encouraging deliverance
To help me along constant compassion’s inheritance.
December 23, 2022
That time is here again
you can hear them praise and plead
they are everywhere.
Knocking on doors, running in the streets
their face all over the place
their voice, echoes
promises
sweet
Behold my friend!
Be wary for those who speaks boldly,
for some dime handed, you can't be sure
true intentions
for you, for us
or for themselves,
their own desire
greed
Hear them shout loud
watch them parade day and night,
those philanthropist, can be a show
let's enjoy it..as it last.
In the end it's our verdict
our valuation
our choice
wise.
I see streams afar off,
Yet it seems closer than I would beckon.
I sense pains far away in a long haul,
In the fullness of time, its nigh the door of my heart.
It's choking hard, I feel the streams so near.
It's filling up to the beam of my eyes moments after another.
It's rather full, my eyes are burning dim.
A close up to reality in a shattered state.
Feels good to let it out, to embrace actuality.
It's no game of being strong in weak strength.
ways I give to weakness as i shed my life out.
The streams are almost here at the brinks of my eyes.
I have strayed way off the path.
My lanes of constraint, my cap of honor.
Those which I call principles, scared tenets.
I have sold dignity with cheap coins,
and worthless my integrity stands at trial.
Do I consider self esteem in a meaningless revival?
I seek a baton from shame to earnest pity.
I pray for self respect, just to amount as something.
To be counted as estimable in valuation.
I want to wear pride with self-consciousness.
And leave aside frivolous escapade of stained regrets.
Die in flesh and awake myself in Christ.
I'm tired of living a disarranged life in lust.
I'll rather a flip over from shame to grace.
The oath is false ,
The promises are false now.
Now someone who is playing
with heart is a liar.
No valuation of things
Stole the heart of the
Spoken words.
Everybody has heard the old cliché.
It stubbornly persists right up to today.
It is said all that glitters is gold.
This is a lovely little piece to hold.
A girl with braided hair is what I have found.
There are some very tall mountains in the background.
A value of twenty francs has been placed on this.
I have in my hand a lovely “Swiss Miss“.
Since the recent market price of gold’s escalation,
you are worthy of a much higher valuation.