I arise, a modern-day babe,
the Phoenix long gone and
dusted away--reborn, off the
Cross resurrected. Christ made
the full down-payment; deed
in man's name, will of our Gracious
Father ratified. Rejoice! Know
humanity's power and legacy...in this
New Year of our Lord, take
rightful dominion of a reconstituted self,
having cast off the old, revealing a glorious
redefined, elevated destiny united one
in God. Alone we are vulnerable --
incorporated, lock-step with The Son, our Divine
Brother Christ Jesus, we are unconquerable.
As that glittering ball falls, do not look
only up, nor sides~ but within and
beyond. A Sacred Heart is reality's indwelling
navigator and compass. Let this New Year be one
of refined risen Direction...peace and love throughout
the world...Creation made whole holy and
perfect as always intended. We celebrate together the Soul's
Ultimate victory!
In debt
with a dollar’s
down payment
on lies
Veracity
hiding
the truth
in disguise
Intentions
repaving
the highway
to hell
With blood
on the toll booth
and lye
— in the well
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
i live on Lesterford Street
it's not that i didn't consider other places
too bad I'm eight years old and don't know cursive
i wouldn't know how to sign a rental agreement
i have sixteen pennies in my piggy bank
too few for a down payment
and too few for McDonalds
so the only choice is Cafe Lesterford
where the rule is don't bite the hand that feeds you
even if it the hand feeds you off a knife
i will wait it out
when i find myself thinking,
i have to do it
it is time to ask
why would i want to
lick dinner off knives again
a down-payment of feelings is required
love me so I can decide to love you
please kiss for confirmation
touch this to accept
Mmmm
.
.
*Does anyone ever read those “terms of service” agreements?
Pretendia
David J Walker
Whatever forever
means to you
It means to me too
The two of us on tiptoes
Pirouetting through
the minefields
in Pretendia
the laid away land
with a down payment of sand
on pavement to our
inheritance
bowing to each other
turning to the audience
applauding the ice storms of silence
and
the spring storms of defiance
I have it on good faith that
The architects of Pretendia
Agree only with
Zodiac figurines dominating
Their dreams of
Immortality
The Landlord Regime
They’re sick of the homeless they say the city’s gone to pot
But let’s look at the statistics and let’s see want we have got
We’ve got landlords and slumlords charging an arm and a leg
And then they wonder why people all over are forced to beg
They want to see references with a down payment for heat
Where does one get that when they're coming off the street
You need to have a credit check if you want to live here
We'll throw in a police record check just to make it clear
We only want the tenants who are well off and employed
And the undesirable jobless folk we’ll just strive to avoid
So how is a person who's on a fixed income meant to deal
When expectations from landlords are clearly so unreal
My home's not made of brick
or even frame or wood
She's been known to move around
from locations bad to good
She required no down payment
I never got a mortgage statement
Yet for comfort and for loveliness
She tops, by far, all other nests
For my home is where your heart does beat
~ My Paradise on Earth ~ so sweet
Didn't purchase new wheels 'til age thirty-four
Down payment all of $1,500 bucks, no more
My son, ten years younger, just purchased his
Kid put down almost ten times more...
Times sure aren't what they used to be
New cars cost more than a house in Old Guinea
Bought my very first beater for 50 bucks in '72
Helped me keep the trunk loaded up with brew
Boys whose, curlews virtues
my, my, my
And girls superb views
Transverse views virtues
Firms whose diverse views
Oh, no
Term used to sell venues
Pay dues to entrepreneurs whose of work crews
…defuse
What do you know, Oh, my
Clerks whose payments of church dues
Not nearly a down payment on those church pews
Now you see
Wooh is Me
9/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
His name is Mr. Phire,
but he insist you call him R. Syn
He's a torch for hire,
if you need something set ablaze,
something smoking
Make the right down payment;
and have a full gas can, flick foolproof plan
If you need five-alarm action ...
yeah, R. Syn is the best ashes delivery man
So, there is no need for a heartless heater;
the barrel cold, bullet indifference of a plastic gun
Mr. Phire is a passionate pyre thrill seeker,
he sure loves having some Fahrenheit funeral fun
When it comes to pyrotechnics,
he's the Spark Vader of demolition
There's nothing he can't destroy,
he'll scorch all of your competition
R. Syn for hire
be his fiery street cred calling card lit boast
Get in acetylene touch with him,
if you want something turned to burnt toast
But right now, he's presently indisposed
at an undisclosed penal facility
He's currently planning an accelerant daring escape caper
Waiting for a rookie guard to permit him
unsupervised use of contraband matches and toilet paper
This poem was originally posted on 10-14-16
— Romantic Warrior
The Boat Of Us
'Twas a few years back, I remembered that,
When we had both placed our down payment checks,
At first we did not know which one, in fact,
We chose, then placed our personal effects,
They gave us our berth's, 'twas but side by side,
When we went fishing, our haul equaled both,
We filled our nets till we were satisfied,
Held separate jobs, together lost hope,
Long have we parted, until that storm hit,
My boat had adrift, could not make it start,
You came and towed us but the line had split,
I gave up my boat, got on yours was smart,
Home safe, next day, on the beach our boat sat,
'Twas a few years back, I remembered that.
2019 May 14
*1st Place*
Choices
~~Sara Kendrick
#1
I'm up to my neck in you
Forever deciding what you'll do
I've just had it through and through
I'm hitting down payment blues
Still being kicked in the teeth again
Heading down Rock n Roll Damnation
Gimme a bullet and take me away
To lead me to tranquillities salvation
This riff raff sin city is destroying our toon
I'm out of here, what's next to the moon
SEALED ( Ephesians. 1:13, )
We are sealed with the Holy Spirit,
because of the blood Jesus wrought,
The Bible calls this seal an earnest
A down payment on redemption bought
Sealed until the day of redemption,
This down payment we'll never lose,
For God has promised us in His word,
We are His when Christ we will choose
We're sealed; a shrink-wrapped possession.
Nothing can break it or sever,
In Christ we are joint-heirs with Him,
and in God's family forever.
Copyright © 2013 Vivien Wade
When need be
violence must be scripted without diction
the whole agly truth must make the pugent
In our world, need I say third
peaceful matching is an obscure tale, abominable by all jurisprudence
Headlines score cards for gallows humor, wrecking havoc makes for the highest bidder
World peace would only hold, when we're all a piece
when court rooms are too fair to be courted by hideous grooms
and the jury rejects quotations from below the helms
The things we do for justice sake, we willing to die for, fight foes, just to close case
You bet only a fly knows the pain of dying young, but it takes a week or two to give the niche a new look
The platoons, drawn by hefty promises to their payslips, our encounters at Tom Mboya are nominated for overtime
Sling shots might come in handy, don't take your chest to a gun fight
the loot is the down payment, break the tablets, pin it on Moses
No stones are to be left unturned, graphics are touch stone inspired
Better still,
thirsting to score touch down before dawn
steal the rail line at the Kibera sector
Only then
Will they take care of you and I
His name is Mr. Phire,
but he insist you call him R. Syn
He's a torch for hire,
if you need something set ablaze,
something smoking
Make the right down payment;
and have a full gas can, flick foolproof plan
If you need five-alarm action ...
yeah, R. Syn is the best ashes delivery man
So, there is no need for a heartless heater;
the barrel cold, bullet indifference of a plastic gun
Mr. Phire is a passionate pyre thrill seeker,
he sure loves having some Fahrenheit funeral fun
When it comes to pyrotechnics,
he's the Spark Vader of demolition
There's nothing he can't destroy,
he'll scorch all of your competition
R. Syn for hire
be his fiery street cred calling card lit boast
Get in acetylene touch with him,
if you want something turned to burnt toast
But right now, he's presently indisposed
at an undisclosed penal facility
He's currently planning an accelerant daring escape caper
Waiting for a rookie guard to permit him
unsupervised use of contraband matches and toilet paper
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