Reconciling
life’s ledger
hoping
it’s in black
Every deed
and every need
accountable
in fact
Debits
fighting credits
to balance
in the end
The jist of life
through joy and strife
where numbers
— will portend
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Emoted investment
dividends high
Buying then selling
as spirit contrives
Unlimited resource
consciousness fares
In debits and credits
— whose riches ensnare
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
In debt to the moment,
invoice inscribed…
tomorrow defaulting,
old debits a lie
The hour upon us
whose present awaits,
all payments in cash
—forever rebates
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Me
I’ve been on both sides of the ledger
Debits and credits have both been made.
I’ve seen my light shine brightly
And I’ve also seen it fade.
I’ve lived life to the fullest
Like there were no regrets
But then found myself asking,
‘Is this as good as it gets?’
I’ve had people who looked up to me
While others they’ve looked down
I’ve made many smile and laugh
And still others I’ve made frown.
I’ve learned to live life quietly
Yet sometimes I want to scream
I’ve accepted what’s reality
But still I want to dream
There are secrets I’ve kept hidden
So what you get is what you see
I guess it all comes down to this
All I’ve ever been is me.
SAVE MAX, PAY TAX
Burdened in multiple networks of Tax?
Being stress-free, how to really relax?
Not to be paramount.
Keep update your account.
Prepare Income-Tax file using syntax.
Manage your expenses and maintenance.
Frame your credits and debits of Finance.
Don’t act careless or lax.
Pay prompt your income tax.
Do not miss the date of return by chance.
12/28/18
'EARLY FEBRUARY 2019' Contest by Brian Strand
Awarded hate but not returned
Born black but not black
Called by names but not named
Shadow who cheated too
So let me dissolve in You.
Where I shall go ?
Sky , risk to fallen
Land , risk to slipped
Sea , risk to drown
So let me dissolve in You.
Fire increase fear
Air not at favourite gear
Snow makes me pale
Thus nothing without You
So let me dissolve in You.
Cold day : fear to freeze
Rainy day: fear to flow away
Hot day : fear to fry
Save myself , want to sink in You
So let me dissolve in You.
Debits larger than credits
Demarits heavier than merits
Bad lucks faster than my luck
Yet calm not me but you
So let me dissolve in You.
I did not have a choice
In who I got for mother,
But even if I did,
I would not choose another
She gets my silly jokes
Right away or soon thereaft’;
My heart sure loves to smile
When Dad or I make her laugh
She taught me all thro’ life,
Such as how to fold clean socks,
Drip castles at the beach,
And fresh undies for the doc
When snoozing in the morn,
Once or twice, but never thrice,
All others hear the beep;
Best get up before the ice
On tax and other such,
My knowledge is ‘most bereft,
But this I know for sure:
Debits always on the left
She loves her only boy
And she loves his three sons too
And that—love—is the
Most important thing to do
And so I hope you see,
When we honor all mothers,
I’m grateful and I’m glad,
And could not choose another
Exert and run away right now,
Leave this nightmare as elm street comes;
Meet scary pun as deep sleep ploughs.
Sudden this scare of frightful sums,
Turn on the lights or seek cover.
Notice that fear that holds you here;
Instruct your sight to dodge trickster,
Glimpse hope my dear that faith can steer;
Hurl and detach that sense of loss,
Turn away then that evil tense;
Make grace attach to purge bad toss,
Abide you can on common sense;
Rupture the net where fear debits,
Expect the set that light credits.
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2015
Singapore
About Book of Revelations
This idea with you thought I should share
Is a crazy crime when we start to compare
Each of our personal assets and debits
Yet we still will leave out all of the credits.
In all movies credits are saved until the last
Whole thing went by and is part of the past
Bible was written with many contemplations
Leaving last book until end about Revelations.
I continue reading Revelations and will persist
Most difficult book to understand that does exist
Is like an effect causing an emphatic cataclysm
And you start suffering from another aneurism.
There are ways God can get and grab our attention
But in my poem here are too many to mention
So with God each party made a miraculous deal
Book of Revelations they all decided to repeal.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Kyd my cat played hooky from giddy-up to whoa
I had to send him to the land of Mauna Loa
He changed from bad to worse
By debits to my purse
"Papa","I am Cavity the cat boana boa"
KYD MY CAT/Limerick/fun/humor/nonsense/cat/
Copyright© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
11/20/2014
His words!
Life and substance, they vomit
both, He knits
into one big unit.
His perfect craft
leaving no deficit
and the work of his hands,
obvious and explicit.
Is it the numerous
biological processes in just one digit?
Or handling the entire earth
in one orbit?
What about the accurate blending
of different physical forces to fit?
And the awesome function
of the eye in its obit?
How majestic is He!
That His foot stool
the Earth inhabits
and His glory
not limited to the pulpit.
Showering His blessings
and not considering merit.
Showing His power
which has no limit.
Glorious and wondrous is this spirit
when His favour hits
with no end the favoured debits
and enjoying full benefits
beyond all forms of profit.
Oh! How majestic is this being.
BALKAN REFUGEES
The smoke and guts come rolling through the hills
obnoxious to the senses, life of death;
exonerated from all debt and bills
we stand, and try to find a second breath.
All debits--liabilities are gone
all burned to ashes drifting to the sky,
and we can't stop, we must be moving on
or we've been told, our time is now to die.
A baby breaths a bleak and wordless plea
not understanding we are all to blame,
for roads we take, and bombing we can see
and life to come will never be the same.
There's war and peace, and both are every day,
and we still walk to find a place to stay.
I am born in this world, but I know not why;
Yet is a plan of mystery, a project in the mind of God.
He is holy and I ought to be holy,
I am His property, and He's my Eternal Designer,
He hath made me in His Image, and I ought to reflect His,
He hath made the world for me, and I ought to live for Him,
He's the ONE dwelt awhile on earth in flesh,
And I ought to know this mystery in which my credits lie.
His plan of redemption is the grand project,
And my life for Him ought to be my credits.
But where do I stand with my'credits'?
I have no virtues on my part as engulfed in desires,
I dream on earthly 'values' gripped in fear,
I lay projects on my own; but crumpled in debits.
I reap failures with my self-styled ideosyncracies,
For I deny the Truth of the Eternal Engineer.
How can I earn credits if I incline myself to myself,
And forget the statutes of the Maker of the Life Project?
My pains will turn joy if I add my projects to my credits,
My failures will turn success if I do my projects without debits.
What if my projects are done in selfish motive?
So, here lies the way to escape debits without Self, but with HIM.
eventually, you have to give back
for something that you took
when you're totaling up the ledger
numbers in your account book
the columns are too long
no mathematical symmetry
debits outweighing credits
if you took more than you need
I'm not saying
I didn't see you flinch
I'm not saying
you weren't there in a pinch
I'm not saying
you didn't budge an inch
all I'm saying
is it shouldn't end like this
I am all confused about income tax credits
Now you ask about something called debits?
This is really driving me insane with a pain.
Do I get interest at all for capital gains?
What can I tell you about common stocks?
Now liabilities and stockholder’s lock box,
Is this really a case of stretching my brain?
All this taxes take our money with no gain.
Balance sheet increase, this just sounds crazy
Income statement and loss, this is so hazy!
It feels like my eyes are just filled with grain.
Thank you the day is done and it was no fun
Look at this accounting spreadsheet again?
Help me lord, now I know I’m going insane!
Comments: This is a free verse narrative poem. I had intended to make it a
sonnet on taxation. It was written during an income tax accounting class. Input
was received from several students. Some thought it was really funny, and
others thought it was very serious. It was read by the professor the week before
finals and was very motivational.
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