How on earth can I relate to the news they choose
It’s enough I’m forced to pay politicians dues
Comments without commas, coming each and every day
Commons talking pros and cons, never to delay
Let them Russian dancers sing, and Ukrainian singers dance
Let the Iranian strait float, I won’t take a chance
To go there, over there, and right there to see
How it goes I care as much as they care for me
Life seems better without news they put on the roll
Fooling me about the things out of my control
South Korea got their bronze, than predictably
Went to hell, I beg your pardon, to obscurity
It’s a snippet I remembered, and it hasn’t gone
Every game contains another, with no players shown.
A young musician who played the blues
Was told he had to pay his dues
So he went to a synagogue with his pay
And thought that he could pay that way.
The rabbi said “you silly fool
What you’re doing isn’t cool
Instead of paying Jews
You’re supposed to pay your dues”.
The young musician was quite apologetic
As the rabbi bordered on the apoplectic
Never again will he make this mistake
Or was it all just a piss-take?
to be of use
without abuse
there’s no excuse
a bit obtuse?
well-cooked my goose?
slide on the noose?
that I refuse!
slip on my shoes
spread the news
do not confuse
it’s not a ruse
but what I choose
I’ve paid my dues
Saddness helps, and joy distracts
It is not depression
From the both sides of each act
You get mixed impression
That’s how sun confronts the rain
With complementation
It goes over and again
Kind of syncopation
I have lost my tail of dues
Due to my conviction
If its needed, I will lose
To your malediction
I don’t mind, if you agree
Or in case you won’t
That’s how things I tend to see
From both sides they’ve got.
I should relax,
Instead, I'm stressed.
I got the blues,
I'm depressed.
It is like there are
Chains on me.
The lessons of life
Don't come free.
I find it hard to believe
The things I'm seeing.
I've lost hope,
Need to start believing.
I have lots of places
To go.
It's hard for me,
I move slow.
Can't catch a break,
I spoke
Can't laugh
This is no joke.
I keep searching for
Some peace.
Bad energy I need
To release.
It's hard to be
Strong.
Everything feels
Wrong.
I refuse to be thrown
Off track.
New mindset,
I'm coming back.
I'm battered, beaten
And bruised.
You could say,
I paid my dues.
Turbo1904 ?
Kick up your shoes. You've paid those dues.
It's not the time to sing the blues.
Don't stand underneath a cloud,
turn up the music, keep it loud.
Pick up your feet and feel that beat,
find your rhythm, make it sweet.
Kick up your shoes.
Heart wrapped in a thousand knots
Befuddled with
How to feel or what to do
All it knows
Is blue
It questions if our love was true
Or just a passing romance
In the Dark Ages
A pain that one day we’ll see
As a way we grew
Time passes begrudgingly
As it consistently tethers to the past
Whilst recognizing the present
As dark and mean
A light of plight
A rosy memory of days
Holding each other
Or time spent on the phone
Are like a hurricane of darkness
Whirling through the mind
As the hours go by
The sun gives way
To a new hope
While the moon still
—its’ arms ‘round a lie
Did Pay My Dues
What I did have to do was pay my dues,
So I could walk in someone else's shoes;
Did not fit,
So I quit;
All over town were sure to spread news.
Jim Horn
We should never forget
Our
Dues to the Lord to pay
For
Each success of ours
And
Keep the remaining 10%
As our credit !
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 November 2018
At the Funeral Home, I'm waiting,
Not to die, can't do that yet.
Pray the Lord doesn't call us,
As our dues have not been met.
We have a monthly plan you see,
For my good wife and me.
We're at the age when
We're further from the cradle,
And closer to the grave.
So when our time is over,
As one day this will be,
When our hearts have stopped,
And our clogs we have popped,
Our family will not have the worry,
Over how much money they will lose.
For we have a plan at the funeral home,
That's why I'm sitting here
Waiting to pay our dues.
I'll have paid all the money,
To bury me and my Honey.
© Dave Timperley 2018
MARTY KING
there are stars in the sky made especially for us
the angels in heaven bless them particularly and the warmth of our love glows
all i want to do right now is rejoice in the spirit of what we have worked so hard for
we have our scars from the battles, but in the end here we are smiling, happy, and exactly where we want to be
SHENIKA SIMS
my heart has all the tattoos that i need
it contains your initials and each time mine beats, it exclaims your name
all i want to do right now is get naked with you and rejoice by sincerely rocking your world with love
we have the x-rays of each time the spirit of our love suffered injuries, but in the end here we are thankful, blessed, and praising the Lord for our Love
Epigram #51:
PAY YOUR DUES
Learn to pay dues
Sparkle your cues
It's up to you
Leon Enriquez
29 March 2015
Singapore
When the doors
shut what will
you do?
Knock them down
to see the new you.
As many will wait
so shall you.
The question is though...
will you?
Always going past
the crowds
to just keep you
from feeling down
What about
the people
you love
will you
Just give them
a
glove
The Dues I Pay
There are so many hues in the colour gray.
That colour fills – are dues I must pay
for how I have lived – my used up day
upon this plane – a misty cover to stay
mist filled eyes projecting a desire to say,
“ I am sorry ” to all, for ? and want to pray
that all I have done wrong will not fray
the edges of this scene, in which I play
- for three score and ten – my part - my way
guided by the Stars ?, Mars ?, Musical bars.
By those who influenced ?, my business in cars ?
Now all my days - in grays – direct me – lost
to all that once had meaning, feeling – at what cost ?
A soulless spirit that roams the passages of time, frost
on his shoulders, ice in his veins.
That is all, of this soul, that remains
B. J. “A ” 2
February 13th 2006
you have a tough road
no matter whats the goal
you must unload
don't fold
have mind to get
tho eyes may get wet
at times bad news
its call
PAYING DUES
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