As time ticks, the outside woven souls make up our world.
I am in an impregnable world, quite challenging and competitive.
The sun casts shadows through the large windows upon the large study,
where I sit behind my desk, exposing the darkened room.
Trying to ignore the piles of unopened bills.
Feeling overwhelmed, looking at a letter stamped “Final Notice.”
I opened and read it, wishing it would disappear.
The bank's final repossession notice.
Feeling in a downward spiral shell, praying to be rescued.
I put in as many hours working to make everything go right,
but it was just not enough.
Finding myself reaching the nadir of my despair,
I knew now my emotions were hard to conceal.
Reflecting on the beginning, I thought it would be easy;
I was mistaken.
Whispering,
"Lord, if it is your will, please help guide me in this crushing storm I'm in,
and bring the calm of the waves' embrace."
12/1/2025
Checking your action
In financial misconduct
Is sinful fashion.
Think money not hard,
For faith commands things to come,
Just keep soul on guard.
While on The Guy battled
Concerned watchers rattled:
Thrice out of race hustled
And around he’d bustled…
Now, financial muscle
He’s got for the tussle:
One that bulges parcel
And could build him castle…
Quest for lands are still hot
Like new mothers eye cot
And chefs or cooks a pot;
“It’s Ten Million or not:
You don’t have it just rot”
A less amount, no slot
And he’s saved quite a lot
To ably buy a plot
People see and they trot…
Prove he shall what he’s got
To with Greats discuss “What:
7:00 am on the dot.
The HIGH hope/ Financial FREEDOM
There one meets oneself
To offer everything
You lost it, you lose yourself
To bring it
It runs and goes round
It's silent and makes sound
Wanna make full mama purse
I am dying for it to get bless
The wise say Freedom is not free
the wise is me
But financial freedom is Pandora's tree
To grow wild, to be the shade and shadow
Setting the mark to look up and below
The love of money lets faded my purity
And not having it puts me on the casket of inferiority
I die today to rise above tomorrow
To share the tear, to clear Mama's sorrow
To have a bunch of it, I will set myself for the death raw
I felt like a garbage collector standing on the corner
Hustling so hard money for the shower
Our life is fitly when the hope is up
Am the man of the hour and rise above the crap
liberation operating eternally Unfolding a world of light
bright ideas no penny to start lost gaze in the sight
Am gonna be alright ….
Cause financial freedom is the hope
Cause that's the trophy I want to cope
Dope hope...the imagination of empty poke
Never Neglect 2022 Financial Goals
Miracle Man’s Opinion
12/29/2021
It was that time of year, while thinking resolutions,
we surveyed our problems seeking possible solutions.
We thought anything’s possible, if together, we had a plan,
We made goals not wishes covering a long term span.
On one bathroom mirror I once listed these goals,
both were reminded daily as each played our roles.
We checked net worth yearly, leaving no areas gray,
still thinking early retirement at an opportune day.
But early retirement would require more than saving,
so as novices we started investing money made slaving.
We understood that risk was commensurate with reward,
so we invested weekly in those things once explored.
Soon we were investing in things having more risk,
checking progress monthly storing on a floppy disk.
Often things went against us and didn’t make money,
but we stayed with our goals until they turned sunny.
The stock market is like baseball, some days produce doubt,
“You win some, lose some, and some are rained out.”
God has blessed us greatly and we’ve learned a few tricks,
enabling both to retire early, me at age fifty six.
The whole world's condition gets much worse.
Even rich countries experience
worries and difficulties
because of poverty.
Many families
are affected
and rigid
with sad
state.
Spiritual faeries job was never ending.
She had to coordinate the team, all six.
Mental fairy was easy. He had it going.
Established an amazing relationship with Imagination fairy.
Social Faerie was excited about life.
She had formed an alliance with Emotional Fairy.
They lunched every Wednesday
Physical fairy sometimes joined them, but rarely.
He was more interested in exercising than visiting.
Financial Fairy was only invited once because he had taken over
the conversation, ruining it with statistics, math, and boring numbers.
He spoke only in dollar signs.
Spiritual Faerie felt sorry for Financial Fairy
She wished she did not have to deal with him at all.
However, this was earth, and earth demanded this nonsense.
She is insatiable;predatory
In business always valedictory
Sees no conflict of interest in her position
Spurns financial disclosure requisition
She strides like a colossus, speedily
Eating smaller fry greedily
Using as an opportunity every disrupter
Allowing nothing or nobody to be an interrupter
Mum, The Financial Advisor
‘You are the tea leaves I am the teapot, I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
Thus sets the stage of similarities and whatnot, lighting the mood for the afterglow,
The morning after, we see what had been taught, not much but the status quo,
You are the cream and sugar, I am the coffee, I the beehive and you the honey,
Taste has sweetened, well-brewed and lofty, firm prospect meaning money,
More meaningful, and the setting more warmly, gainfully significant and carefree,
Ergo, breakfast entertains calmly and promptly, ending in a financial apogee,
Good morning moments, familial time, satisfyingly, and a future that was meant to be.
2020 February 24
*2nd Place*
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Maria Williams
~~Silent One
Financial Blessings
Tom’s thoughts for today
2-13-2020
Sometimes we struggle
separating what we know as truth,
and what our emotions might tell us.
We allow feelings to determine the path we walk
in determining our financial responsibility toward God.
Sometimes a financial need isn’t met
because we’ve been serving God leftovers,
rather than the fresh prepared meal.
Should we expect God to bless us financially,
if we’re not supporting His work?
We can’t out give God!
Malachi 3:8
“Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings.”
In Financial World Much Trouble Met
In financial world much trouble we met,
And we then did end up in much debt;
In had been;
Remember when,
We are always sad about and will regret.
Jim Horn
Hard work sleepless nights
Financial problem that sometimes don't be right
But you got to stand tall and fight the fight
You no your dream is on the line
For you have long to be on top
So now that you start there ain't no stop
Drama and pain all that you have to sustain
Thinking it's now your time to reign
Friends turn enemy greed that's greater than the penalty
Money that moves man turn they enemy to memory
Mistrust between colleges
Criticism behind your back if something goes wrong with the little dollar you got
Finical treasurer the one that gain hate the one that gain trust the one that's responsible for all the above
[Mother] Mary, our Mother
Wwe know that you are our Perpetual Help
Not only in our spiritual need but in our material need as well
With humble hearts and childlike confidence
We beg you to help us in our present financial stress
Due to foreseen circumstances
We are now in dire need
Since we cannot meet our just debts
Dear Mother
We are not asking for health or prosperity
Merely for help in satisfying our pressing obligations
You are the queen of heaven and earth
And as such
The dispenser of so many favors granted by your Son, Jesus [Father Christ]
We know you are most kind
Generous to all your devoted children
Loving Mother
We plead with you to obtain the financial help we so desperately need in our present situation
We thank you
Dear Mother
Promise to make your perpetual Help known far and wide
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 7022018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
I listened to a so called expert as he stated the obvious on TV
Defending bankers and politicians and their reckless spending policy.
With a straight face he told us it was really all our own fault,
As we didn’t stop them being dishonest with our money in their vault!
We can’t expect banking or governments to do as they are paid,
For a moral compass, is something missing within their pay grade.
Well what can one say; I mean to expect such a fine thing,
With all the rewards and responsibility these positions bring.
Imagine honesty in financial business, a bit much to expect.
As the expert said,” It’s the citizens fault that the country is fecked”.
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