Richness of mind
the money no matter
A visual feast
uncountable wealth
Conceptual bullion
perceptual bitcoin
Intuitive treasure
— a fortune indwelt
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch
to her grandma who liked to munch
Riding Hood liked to play like waiter
until Wolf spied her and then ate her.
Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep
They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep.
One got lost, causing Bo to sniff:
"That's it!" and pushed all over cliff.
Cinderella got dressed for the dance
Mean stepsisters said, "Think you have a chance?"
Cindy lost shoe, Prince said, "Yeah,she'll do."
That wasn't hard, she said. (gee, who knew!)
Jack traded cow for a magic beanstalk
His mom was angry, said, "take a walk"
He climbed stalk, killed giant, stole gold bullion
invested in bitcoins, and made a gazillion!
There's surely a moral to the fairytale story
Beware what happens when things get gory!
Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.
Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.
Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.
Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.
A word which first takes the mind straight to sin
And as soon to evil one could not win:
Always remember ‘spiritual exam’
For what you and I weigh in Divine Gram…
You can guess the examiner: Satan,
Sometimes, choosing an uncaring Nathan:
The too-good-at-cracking-the-harshest joke
And you could not but his face in blood soak…
In the world of lust a kiss made a must
And she’s another’s wife, not counted cost;
In the game of cards staking a Million
One had borrowed from a bank’s strict bullion…
In the field of writing, plagiarism,
No thought about its sure cataclysm
I could argue: behind many murders
By killers sure they’d still see their mothers:
More broadly, taking the risky for safe,
Then, realizing that it does hard skin chafe…
That which we could escape its penalty
But this takes not to a finality…
Find some bank and money save
And for the future ways pave:
Good cash you should deposit
Against Hard Time’s sure visit…
When it’s right money withdraw
For spending almost a law;
To a bank go for a loan
When financially alone…
The calmest place to pay bills
Sometimes, like climbing steep hills;
Money finds security
Not released for charity.
Own she does a bullion van
Robber tries and fails as Man…
Body with CCTV,
Security-sensitive
Attention sought from her quick
So that folks might their lips lick…
All banks customer-friendly
For straight legs and the spindly,
Staff’s outward look often smart,
For it should capture each heart…
Now involves the ATM,
So, it’s AM to AM
But when you close account
You no longer really count:
Some would wear the longest frown
You have forfeited your crown!
How much more comfort than being well buzzed;
clarity and purity still intact!
You offer hope freely, fixing the fuzzed -
gift beyond gleaming gold bullion stacked.
I could almost laugh at my foolish ways,
except for the sharp weapons I'm wielding.
I shall only serve you so many days,
and yet to foul things I have kept yielding!
But your grace and your love are gravity
so much stronger than my idle dark dreams.
When I look honest at depravity -
how drained of meaning are its gaudy gleams.
Lord of light, Son of spring, Breath of fire -
your will shall become my choicest desire.
6 May 2023
Flashy precious element garners praise
Sunshine nimble dancer cadence phase
Youthful choral voice lures voyeurs envious
Camber of limber hips aren't impervious
Dank of crippled knees creep in mid way
Million dollar grin slumps puckered fray
Bullion of beauty slides gradual withdrawal
Dirt returning mineral sings encore mortal
24th February 2023
Written for Contest:
Inspired by Robert Frost's
' Nothing Gold Can Stay '
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Off was triggered a rebellion
And it was by a Battalion:
Troopers stampeding like stallion -
More than lost was Hundred Million;
Someone checked it: A Half Billion!
Some day might notch up, A trillion.
The contents of art Bank’s Bullion,
Each soldier’s stirred mind cast-iron
Of his own Devil – A scion…
I guessed what they’d stirred up-Trouble,
Whirlwind from sown wind reaped double!
Press I soldiers be promptly paid
And on Pay-Day nothing else said:
Money not paid shooting skills fade
Dues not settled like Razor Blade.
You don’t one turn An Avenfer;
He’ll be worse than A Scavenger.
Could platinum coin deposit
In the U.S. Treasury's closet
Our debts enjoin?
A trillion-dollar coin
Might yield a government profit
Author's Note: Section 31 U.S.C. § 5112 of the United States Code authorizes the Treasury Department to "mint and issue platinum bullion coins" in any denominations the Secretary of the Treasury may choose. This privilege only extends to platinum coins. Thus, if the Treasury were to mint a few one-trillion dollar platinum coins, it could deposit such coins in the general fund instead of issuing debt (lol).
Seigniorage is the difference between the receipts from the Federal Reserve System from the sale of circulating coins at face value and the costs of minting and distributing the coins. Seigniorage is deposited periodically to the General Fund where it reduces the government's need to borrow.
Of course, this might create a wave of inflation. But we should all realize that the value of paper currency eventually tends to zero. In any event, the inflation we've experienced in 2022 is just a taste of what's to come since the politicians don't want to explain a depression to their voters. We're entering strange times.
The single born,is like cowslip
Blooming freshly
In a winter-garden
Potent and virile aside
Waiting for watering can
To water it and avail coolly.
The single born,fled rivals away
Boon blithely in a bullion
Just as the only Navel in the quarter
Buffet his ticks stilted
Wailers remains silence
Instead of I from galore.
The single born, you're parent's gaze
Tried of them to see you smile,
Alacrity!
Always stuck you onto orthostatic
Loudly "you are vile,
Pal of shadows men and boys,
Winter -man...
The giant Astro;
Who twinkles on everyone's ego
Different that of throngs"
The single born, you're mild,
And fresh cinnamon.
If God was a Nigerian
He will live on less than $1.90 per day
While animals, richer, from swallowed millions
He will read about bullion vans in Bourdillon
Or a looter's jewellery worth paying pension
While poverty spank his ass dry
He will mop his sweat under the sun
Voting a 'wheelbarrow empowerment' governor
Or 'Peter the Rock' that dries up accounts
While their aza swell like neglected corpse
He will see the bruised roads in Nigeria
Hospitals with incurable illness
Or sick schools diagnosed with illiteracy
Why? Their allocation ruthlessly pilfered
He will watch clips of a human-bullion van,
Desecrating his babanriga with dollars
And wrestle impurities in the state.
He would have been a poor Nigerian
like my dad or the king of thieves
Like Olusegun Obasanjo
Your hallowed chamber shuts its doors
Against our constricted faces
As our feet endure heated floors
Because of a million cases
Before your oath, we gave the votes
In spite of sweltering coercions
But now your tongue tags us felons
Because the multitude revolts
You have corrupted the chamber
And shown contempt for citizens
By putting gold before service
And self before voiceless people
Like those whose seats you now possess
The bullion unites your voices
Against a people expectant
Because they pant for change anew
With ballots ready for harvest
You brandish your lack of virtue
By offering us stale porridge
To yet again sell you our rights
When we resist the enticement
You unleash vicious touts on us
To take that not freely given
As mandate of the populace
Our tolerance is expired
Now we possess the raw courage
And are proud to bear our anger
In cleansing the debauched chamber
I was born the last day of October
with bright blue and noonday skies.
Among autumn sunbeams of amber
my infantile yearnings seemed to rise.
With bright blue and noonday skies
leaves were like gold bullion that lay.
My infantile yearnings seemed to rise
as children wore costumes at play.
Leaves were like gold bullion that lay
among autumn sunbeams of amber
as children wore costumes at play
I was born the last day of October.
fictional write
10/11/19
Poet's October Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest
N-A rerun 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Fort Knox has no gold bullion I crave to see.
The Miracle Mile is too fancy for me.
Beverly Hills is for others to ooh and awe.
I can be joyful with each bubbly bath I draw.
Saw the rose open bloom by the blink of an eye
whilst I sit by a blue ribbon sea
love agape in my room all my fears are a lie
with the grace of Your love, I do see
that the sun never fails to return to the sky
like the water returning to sea
as I walk on a shore by an eagle's shrill cry
through the grace of Your love, I do see
little footsteps behind, never leading me blind
doth I swim in the ocean of free
you alone hath begotten my soul to unwind
and through grace of Your love, I do see
as the mollusk un-clams in his lyrical shell
Lufian -light comes to see
that truth is a bullion of gold , all is well
and through the grace of Your love, we all see
that the stars always shine in the seine
while the temporal lights all agree
He's our lifing device, judicious and sane
and through grace of His love,
we all, can see.
Feb. 3, 2019
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