On a hot and windless night
I lay in bed quietly with a bit sad
Looking back on the journey
A shadow appears bashfully on the catwalk
As shy as debtors for a grace time hide
I feel odd suddenly about that
It happens for no known reason
...
Or like a criminal carries a shackle
Escorting a soul of exile
The self-torture of
Suffocating in the dust
Being stirred up by passers...
Fairly, it represents nothing
In a world shared less or more
If equalizing goodwill with goodwill
And evil with evil...
Say it loudly, I'm truly worthy of
Standing between earth and heaven
And facing by person to person...
Not much time will be left
For flying Spiritual whiskers in the wind
And singing virtually among the mountains ...
Categories:
debtors, bullying, confidence, confusion, courage,
Form: Free verse
Concrete cities of our converted land.
Currencies creeping along, Naira or rand.
This is Africa, should we take a stand?
Helping hands strip rich rocks into their bands.
Debtors demanding for repayment. How grand!
Is this not africa, being exploited by their demand?
Twisted talks just to redeem their brand.
Foolish facades of goodness spoken for our misbrand.
Africa's afro now gripped by a hairband.
The beauty of it all Reduced to nothing.
Patterns of pride are left puffing,
pacing and on their knees before assimilation
pushed them to conformity.
Conformity with the rest of the nation's.
The majority of their dim drab glows.
Just another place, that everyone knows.
The loss of togetherness.
People now ungenerous,
As Africa's silky strands replace her natural beauty.
Categories:
debtors, africa, beauty, corruption, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
Don’t seize a bad debtor by the neck
Nor the man who did your chances wreck:
A seized neck gives not back a lost chance,
Your mistempered palms not for a glance...
Some seize necks when their wives get a peck
Not in secret, in an open deck
And they don’t care when owners’ feet dance
To the beat of enthused ambulance!
It’s a manual hanging of a culprit,
Witness to keep shaking in spirit,
Sin of murder not washed in any beck
To your claim “God always forgives.” Oh Heck!
Then, Bad Debtor you might grab on his shirt
Making sure, though, on your palms not a dirt
You don’t dream of nearing his wife’s skirt:
From her lips the latest insults shall squirt…
Yes, don’t seize your debtors by the neck
It won’t prove you have not your own speck.
Categories:
debtors, conflict, cry, hate, money,
Form: Rhyme
Sam had cleared his debt, when Death came calling
So, his funeral no barrier stalling.
Sam's interment is as good as the held:
Twenty-one gun salute; trees shall be felled!
I see Sam laughing, on the ground falling,
Sam as a ghost amused, even balling,
All round him women a sweet name calling;
In his honor many to go mailing!
In their Spirit World had begun building
After a chat with Senior Ghost Fielding,
Who had his own house started roofing
While on Earth on Building Jobs no goofing...
Still, a billionaire much power wielding
Sam and others, every morn, "Lord Fielding!"
Categories:
debtors, celebration, death, people, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Have you ever wondered, after broken dreams and bitter clouds
all the jesters in their corner waiting patiently around.
so alone but not forgotten, words are scribed on fickle stone
when your dead and all is gotten, all forgotten left alone
used to be a pretty portrait now the paint dripped down the wall
halls of black and rooms of blue
the debtors noose around you soon
yet he seeks no compensation only one for there is room
where you entered you will exit, where you walked the sand will fill
yet this soothes me for the moment, yellow omens on the hill
disappearance desperation inclination for the last
these tears of empty sadness with them all I fill my glass.
some things left best forgotten, not all lives are ment to live
but yet the ending never changes like a clock with broken hands
I have contemplated both but for one I am inclined
I was born not of my choosing but my death shall be of mine.
so where is this all going, rowing sleepily along
bring your oars up out the water for the waves are much too strong
and the wind is blowing harshly while the water sings a song
Categories:
debtors, addiction, age, allusion, courage,
Form: Rhyme
A praised righteousness is made to end,
Twelve swear to not again money lend,
The First, to often penury pretend,
The Second, to always for himself fend,
The Third, not even his next of kin tend,
The Fourth, starvation of beggars shall extend,
The Fifth, a dying visitor back home send,
The Sixth with all market prices contend,
The Seventh, to philanthropy never bend,
The Eighth, marrying a poor doesn’t intend,
The Ninth, garments of old debtors rend,
The Tenth, on redeemed debts depend,
The Eleventh, never his wife’s sandals mend,
The Twelfth, a promised church building suspend!
A lender who turns a miser,
Has smelt the odds in not being wiser,
Not a dime releasing, wealth stabilizer.
Categories:
debtors, character, evil, money, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Girls in shyness
Debtors money less
Hiding
Categories:
debtors, culture, girl,
Form: Free verse
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the republic for which it stands. One nation under God
With liberty and justice for all."
Some of our later founding fathers.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
The Lord Jesus Christ spoke to me and gave me specific instructions. Number one I was to post The Pledge of Allegiance on all of my websites. Number two was to post the Lord's prayer also. My latest instruction was to post the 23rd Psalm.
The Lord's prayer
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on
Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts as
We forgive our debtors. And
Lead us not unto temptation.
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power and the
glory forever.
by Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
Categories:
debtors, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Beautiful sunrise,it's a new day
I am blessed again to be alive
It's yet another chance for more opportunities
Struggle once more to overcome the challenges
It's a new day,some did not make it to this day
Who am I not to be grateful?!
To the Lord Almighty, I am thankful
Another chance to be surrounded by those that I love
It's yet another chance to extend love to those that need it the most
Among all His people,of course I am not the best
But he has seen it right to make me see a new day
Many that I once knew are no more
They went away and we are never to see each other here
Another chance to make more friends and enjoy life
Another chance to travel to new places and appreciate nature
It's a new day,I can smile and laugh once more
Beautiful sunrise it's a new day
The birds are singing as if to praise His name
The rivers are flowing like they can never stop
It's a new day,hills and mountains are still standing tall
It's a new day,the wicked will fall
It's a new day,my debtors will pay
While His name I can still glorify,
The temptations of the devil I'll defy
It's a new day,I can breathe in and out
It's a new day,my worries shall pass.
30/11/2019.
Categories:
debtors, day,
Form: I do not know?
The weight of the world on her shoulders
Memories frayed, makes her grow colder
Who is this girl to try and have better?
All her life paying out to her debtors.
Can’t she just see that there is still purpose
Most passed her by, cannot scratch the surface.
Is it just fate or a matter of believing?
With a smile on her face, she prolongs the healing.
Six different roads will lead to the same place
Most of her journey, subjected and displaced
How far is heaven when you can’t stand on two feet
The rhythm of war aligns with each heartbeat.
She pushes down her flaring hot temper
Afraid they will all eventually reject her
All she can see is herself getting older
Questions her life, should she be bolder?
Is it a deficiency that keeps her quite frail?
Did she miss out? Or has that shipped sailed?
Her fears are the trigger
The truth is the gun
The evidence unclear so she repeatedly runs.
Six different roads will lead to the same place
Most of her journey, subjected and displaced
How far is heaven when you can’t stand on two feet
The rhythm of war aligns with each heartbeat.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
debtors, anxiety, fear, hurt, life,
Form: Rhyme
. for public domain
They turned his bird bath bowls upside down,
when gyrovague Bill left Valley Town
to wander North way to catch his wind,
to refresh his soul, and serve those sinned
on by their betters, no parting letters.
His leaving brought on smiles and frowns,
and one less person to nurse the grounds
of Saint Martin Place, serene and gated,
to house the poor, which, thus consecrated
by church betters, eased their mundane fetters.
The birds will drink from another shallow,
for God provides what he deems Hallow,
and Bill will raise more bowls for thirsty birds
who do not drink from wells of Holy Words;
and elder betters, shall care for Love's debtors.
Gyrovagues were wandering or itinerant monks without fixed residence or leadership, who relied on charity and the hospitality of others. Wikipedia
Categories:
debtors, bird, leaving,
Form: Rhyme
Four hundred years,
has it really been that long
My how time flies
when you’re singing captivity songs
2019 ...
oh, just living in modern vexation
Dwelling in the midst of a beguiled people,
who toil in concrete fields:
Pure medieval factory plantation
Dark minded people,
who live for their materialistic dreams —
Own a house,
purchase a car ...
possess the keys to another human being
Light-hearted sleepers
seriously addicted
to an ivory power narcotic wean,
in the year 2019
Emancipated slaves
still held in bondage by invisible chains
Debtors remorse
is a grievous, capitalist skin game
Four hundred years ...
yes, it’s been a chigger long time
My how the centuries crawl,
when you’re the byword imprisoned one
freedom silenced —
Tho’ you didn’t commit the crime
Categories:
debtors, anniversary, remembrance day, truth,
Form: Dramatic Verse
I beg of the beggars
Lie to the liars
Warm myself by the icy fire
And contemplate a God
I search for food in empty cupboards
Borrow from the debtors
I sit on an empty stage
And only I alone applaud
Categories:
debtors, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Here's a hammer for my debtors
For my bills, I couldn't pay
Just take a piece of marble
And then please go away
Categories:
debtors, death, eulogy, humorous,
Form: Epitaph
those in charge hope,
plan for a cashless society
that they may more easily mold
their consumers variety
nations of debtors
card holders
vying and crying
for possessions
taxes and prices sliding
proportional to income
with no way out
then things fixed
the cashshelless society
no cash savings
no piggy bank
just card-dollar stores
what ! (excuse my language)
Categories:
debtors, angst, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
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