Best Wages Poems
Wednesday, while waiting for the waiter, wanting some waffles at the Waldorf,
a woeful, wimpy, wall-eyed Walter,
witnessed a wicked, wanton woman (who was wearing a wacky wardrobe and
wiggling her whoppers)
waddle in walking with her Welch terrior
winking, wooing with wily ways,
wanting to weaken Walter’s willpower. Willing,.. Walter whistled
as wife, Wanda, walked in. Well, Wanda walloped Walter with welter-weight wrath!!
Response :
Wonder when the workmen will wash Walter off the walls at the Waldorf?
Categories:
wages, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
For the wages of sin is death...convicted and condemned now taking final breaths
In hot electric chairs and cold gas chambers
The voltage of vengeance stir onlookers with anger
They poke and they point...they scoff and they laugh
For the wages of sin is death
Looks are deceiving when love starts leaving
Lies and deceptions create crooked conceptions
Truth takes a train and men turn to monsters
Guilt and innocence get mixed in the puzzle
Like Rambos in jungles cuttin quick to make another kill
They eat the bread of violence and drink the wine of wrath
For the wages of sin is death
Walking in wastelands looking over their shoulders
Creeping up their spines like invisible spiders
High rollers and low riders
money multipliers to nickle dividers
Shaking hands with Satan now they burn to a crisp
Because the devil's never happy and fire's his only friend
For the wages of sin is death
Sin starts slow and picks up speed...slight breeeze to twisters in a blink and a beat
Cold to warmth to burning heat
Small victory to destructive defeat
Sleeping on streets all paved with fools gold
Souls get sold for a dollar and a sideshow
Spotlights shine and truth tells its tale
Remember this rhyme and remember what's said
For the wages of sin is death
Categories:
wages, deathsin,
Form:
Rhyme
There was once an old parson named Guy Flynn,
Who ranted about the wages of sin.
He scared the hell outta me,
Makin' me fall on my knee,
Forswearin' my profanity and gin!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
wages, humorous, religion, sin,
Form:
Limerick
The rise in prices
Price increase becomes
Price adjustment
But the rise is something different
Unlike the tide
It only rises
And never falls
It's seasonal
Just like the durian
Every year at least once
With the Financial Report
And Unlike the durian it seldom falls
If it doesn't rise
The piece of cake is smaller
Less tasty
If it falls
The cake is even smaller
And maybe changes flavour
Unlike the fall of durians
In the olden days
Which makes everybody happy
Especially the poor planters
And the gluttons
The rise in prices
Makes most of the people sad
Especially the under income
And everybody centres on the rise
Has forgotten the rise of wages
I hope one day the wages will rise too
And never fall
Categories:
wages, life, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
how much does a transgression cost,
there shan’t be wealth when sin is free-
for I have been to hell and back,
o, how can I go on in fear?
forget the woe beneath my cage,
and WAGE THE SIN within my rage;
I must believe in lighter nights-
beneath cement the gold seeks hope,
yet ‘tween the shades of doing wrong,
my fault has seen what I saw not-
digress with souls of graven sins
and starve for what I knew was right
there is no shade to protect me,
I’ve counted riches (brush away)
for wealth of plenty wears kindness;
atonement freed what once was jailed
then liberty became my truth
deceit and lies are always bought
when honest truth is never taught-
for life became surreal to me
PLEASE HELP ME CHOOSE A RIGHTEOUS HEART
October 15, 2019
Wages of Sin
Edward Ibeh
Categories:
wages, deep, metaphor, sin,
Form:
Blank verse
What numbs the hand, and pulls the eye
is nonsense by the fancied few,
but grasp the rancor like a sty
and hold the measure further up!
No more than would I arduously cup
a multiple fit of by and by
but calm my axis, lose abrupt
and drink to honor's sought worthwhile!
For I result but of a life,
and thee, but of a constant strife,
the joke by par expand relies
the futile here, of what is guise!
How deaf the problem I incite
by waiting wasting my respite
resources granted use my life
but here, withheld, removals quiet!
The goal inherent, still is rife
the role as reverent . . . culls way's riots.
Categories:
wages, hope, nonsense,
Form:
Monorhyme
He’s paid with a coin that boils
for the seeds in his soils
… the thorns of his toils.
Categories:
wages, imagination, mystery
Form:
Haiku
She’s an old lady and she lives alone.
She loves her job, and we know she will not leave.
So, we cut her wages in half, told her on the phone.
She tries to act okay, but we think she’s peeved.
He’s a man who has fathered children all over town.
It is a wonder he has not been caught more with his pants down.
This guy has a lot of child support to pay,
So, we give him a terrific salary, so he will stay.
She is a ball buster, always griping about us being fair.
We want to fire her, but we do not dare.
Because she became the union rep, so that’s a no win.
I give her snide remarks, and a fake little grin.
He’s a guy who is a walking apology.
We pay him in video game tokens and iced tea.
He lives with his mother, so he doesn’t need much.
He works every weekend if we’re in a clutch.
Here is the union president back to bother me.
I have to admit he’s a moron, as you can see.
Wanting me to pay the same wages to all of them.
I would like to throw him in the pool for a big swim.
Categories:
wages, work,
Form:
Rhyme
“The wages of sin is death”* says God’s Word
Showing man’s transgression-caused damnation
Revealing corrupt, carnal, foolish mind
Midst deceitful heart, gruesomely defiled.
I need deliverance from sin’s wages
Only the Sovereign Lord can fulfill
He’s the Saviour, the Way, the Truth, and Life
Rescuing sinners to the uttermost.
Verily falling short of God’s glory
I admit my depravity indeed
Yes, my self-proclaimed goodness is failure
Inflicted with human nature’s sin blight.
Learning sin’s wages as grossly fatal
I humbly sought the Lord and His mercies
With full pardon and complete forgiveness
To free my soul from condemnation’s hell.
“Acquitted from sin’s wages!” Judge pronounced…
Paid by Christ’s blood, I’m surely sanctified
Now justified, verily heaven-bound
I’ll blissfully share eternal life’s gift.
*Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
October 17, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol 10 - Blank Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 11/5/2019.
Categories:
wages, christian, death, faith, god,
Form:
Blank verse
Sin comes in many vivid colors
Lies of brightest purple and aqua
Adulteries of both blue and red
Anger that has hues of green to dread
Sin happens when a heart goes off course
Toward a mischief that leaves brokenness
Amid the feelings there are atrocities
That can only come from the discrepancies
Sin opens its arms to those who hurt someone
With betrayals and jealousies that always hurt
And great advantages in the world of distrust
Where there are so many of us living in lusts
Sin tries its utmost to look like an innocent
Fills minds with reasons it invents to do it
Whatever life brings you can know its truth
Comes from lies told by that evil one’s desires
Sin rests upon the soul who never repents
Refusing to seek forgiveness or absolution
It hopes to take the sinner straight to hell
Where it will forever be with them in the fire
Sin tries to tell you that you can’t be sorry
And come to the only one who can forgive you
Provide mercy to your yearning heart and soul
So that you know the One who forgives us all
Sin doesn’t want you to regret what you’ve done
It would rather you contemplate your demise
But God doesn’t want you to live with the pain
He grants you a second chance with rebirth in Christ
Romans 6:23 (KJV) For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
October 6, 2019
Pick A Title, Vol 10 - Blank Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Wages of Sin Title # 3
Categories:
wages, christian, faith, god, inspirational,
Form:
Blank verse
The new normal
Welcome to the new normal in Australia
This land of sweeping plain politicians
In the face of hot and cold situations
Getting hotter and colder
Not just here, but globally
And we supply coal to the world
Lying straight faced about meeting our targets
Well, not me, but the profit mongers
And their mates in the big bubble
Making decisions based on returns
For the polluters and the rest of the exploiters
And therein lies the solution to their new normal
System change to address climate change
Revolution is the only solution
To their profit and pollution
Revolt, now, in our millions
Categories:
wages, pollution, weather,
Form:
Blank verse
Bodies were lying on the ground,
from the echoes of prison there was no sound.
Their hearts were wounded their minds were shattered,
the uniforms they wore were torn and tattered.
The soilders that remained were far but few,
but still they held our flag of the red, white and blue.
They knelt beside the wounded and the dead,
for the burial of their fellow soilders they would most certainly dread.
Some were young and some were old,
but their memory they will always proudly behold.
The bombs exploded as they hid behind a rock,
now shameful to say some only recieved a pine made box.
Smoke still surrounded them at that lonley battle ground,
as they gathered the wounded without making a sound.
You see this war they fought had such a big cost,
for all of the lives they so dearly lost.
Some still live their lives with all of the pain and strifes,
as the violent images still cut like a knife.
They sit there thinking if only others could walk in our shoes,
now most of these soilders have no home to come home to.
Some bare scars even yet today,
for the cost of our freedom we could never repay.
Some are homeless Vets on the street,
and some just need a place to rest their tired feet.
They protected our country with all they had,
now what help they get is all so sad.
Please give thanks to our troops each day,
for the kindness they express we could never repay.
Categories:
wages, america, corruption, courage, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
If you walk up to her right now
And before all eyes quickly bow,
She will you her night's bed allow;
Throughout the night address your slough,
Her lands release for you to plough,
Your rivals warm against a row,
Everything hand you but a dhow,
Because finding one knows not How...
If you walk up to her right now
And before all men act a cow
You're getting a sleek Hausa Cow.
Not in the next hour: "Right now".
It is no debate for sages:
Deserve worshipers their wages.
Categories:
wages, imagination, lust, western, women,
Form:
Rhyme
Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.
Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,
These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.
Categories:
wages, education, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst
and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals
of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls);
All other occupations?—to hell dispersed!
“Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed),
busy their hands with myriad controls
made to mold you for your determined roles;
Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst!
“Aye! Men! your calling is made manifest!
my stores, my mines, my workshops, factories
come crawling, groveling on their sore knees
to beg: ‘Please! healthy muscle![sic]—invest!’
What else would you do with your God given time
if not that I could earn you my damn dime?”
Categories:
wages, america, freedom, irony, jobs,
Form:
Italian Sonnet