Installments Poems

Josh Moore of South Dakota Why is God Love Jack?

Oval day broke and hunger looking for $5 meal 
Walk into the discount store. Food fossils line the shelves, with beverages stacked in dusty years and bread petrified with mold, hard for two weeks. Jesus sings to shoppers from the boombox. Nero mocks Biden for losing to Caesar. They ban weed and *********** but hand kids assault weapons for school shootings. Broadcasts sold in installments to poor folks play on countryside AM like Roosevelt’s nightly chats. Jesus is a friend, but compassion ain’t rent. Social Security and EBT rolled cigarettes . Get a job, hit the streets, and hear jail anthems for the broken. Jesus’ blood drips, Buddha weeps, and they spit on my poppy’s grave. Rome is for Romans, commandments nailed for Judas, and the American dream turns to apostasy. The Samaritan’s gas tank runs dry. Billionaires make their riches from fraud, while Protestant TV preachers fleece the flock. The revolution flickers on the tube. Why is God love, Jack?

The Other Shore

At the end of my world
when my soul left my body.
It's the end for my admirers
then I become nobody.

My grave stands alone 
in the dark, in the wind.
I will disappear like smoke
any sign no one is able to find.

All memories of my life 
everything I did will fade.
My presence will vanish 
like sun in the evening shade.

My name may still be used 
With all my unfulfilled dreams.
No matter how good or bad I am
My life ended with a scream.

My gratitude to my associate
I love your time my proponents.
My end is only for me but for you
I will be last in installments.


When I take my last breath
I will remember our bliss.
With a mournful state of mind
I entered into the dark abyss.

In the end with nature reclamation
I will embrace with in the earth.
With this I will be alone and 
remain silent from now in my path.

I can feel the trauma in heart
and the fear encased me now.
I hope you all find a reason
to remember me somehow.

All my love, pain, desire will flee
and I will withdraw my presence.
With the conclusion of the story
in the end I register my absence.

Birthplace

The brook babbles
and rambles
over the rocks,
tumbling down
past the cabin
among the trees
at the foot
of the protecting mountain. Under the watchful eye
of deer
and bear 
and chipmunk.
In the intimacy of bedroom
the first desperate cry
of the newborn rises. 
Searching with foggy eye exclaiming existence
pondering purpose.
Unaware
the gift of life
paid for
by the giftee
in moment installments.
In far flung decades
returning to birthplace
facing the final portal.

Creditor and Debtor Converse

Paul wants to his debts pay by installments
Red-eyed Mark holds not back raw sentiments.

“The cash you plan to release me piecemeal 
I could lavish in some delicious meal,
Kitchens crossing their doors to food feel
And pubs parting their curtains to thirst heal:

Now, Red-Hot Mark not sure of starting deals 
Nor big transactions providing fast wheels.
Next, a Paul begging lender use of his brain
And brotherly saving of deserved pain…

“You know installments can’t drive a bargain
Which no strength saps while it assures gain!”

“Yes, but I know Little does help The Big 
And one less lucky with hair tries The Wig”

When creditor and debtor converse 
Check it: one wants to a few things reverse.

Repaying Borrowings

We borrow 
From the banks 
Money,once
To repay in installments 

We borrow 
From air banks
Our breath
In installments 
To repay once 

Grow more and more trees 
To repay borrowings once

The Phenomena of Silent Companionship

The Phenomena of Silent Companionship
David J Walker

Only the low electronic voices
That run the house that
Blink in blues and greens
Can be heard
	Can be seen in
The dark
Can be comfort in their 
Private conversations 

Talking about me
Never speaking to me 

Unless addressed for
Necessary maintenance
 I am the master
Free
But only within their
Borders

My Powers are paid for
In monthly 
Installments 
The high price for 
The phenomena of 
Silent companionship

No Device To Assess

To assess knowledge in me 
That My mom installed 
Not devise found at all 
Even in small installments to repay 
She is that old

Installments of Lost Time

You don't owe me anything---
not installments of lost time,
not a diamond ring.
We take our chances
on romance. Is
unrequited love a crime?

1-1-2020

I'M Just

"I'M JUST..."


sitting in this parking lot
trying to get lines down into
that one great poem,
I see everyone's struggle. 
it seems easiest for me.
acceptance is the key to
that lock.
if the ones that saved you
after the ones that destroyed 
you aren't around, 
what else can happen that
matters?
I got back from Los Angeles 
after having to empty all that 
will keep me from loving her.
the city always heals my 
wounds.
I called the light company 
and got an installments plan.
I'm waiting for payday to
eat and just now, I've laid 
naked on cool sheets.
I'm hoping for rain but I'm 
just hoping. 
I live my life under these 
city lights and wonder what the
cover of my first book will
look like.
days are passing and there
has yet to be a woman I won't 
worry about. 
there has yet to be a woman 
that needs only me.
by 10 a.m. after this graveyard, 
I'll be awake and naked, waiting
for my first book of poetry 
to arrive.


by: Chicano Eddie
9.13.19

What Is Lay a Way

Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side.
Hers was blonde, mine was orange.
		I lamented I could not have it.
		Lay a way, she chanted. Lay a way! Lay a way!
		I had never heard of it.
This is where you put three dollars down, 
	The only three dollars you have,
	Your babysitting money that used to come hard back then, when
	We babysat a family of six for twenty-five cents an hour.
	And you have to come back to the store and pay the rest of the money in installments
	Until you are finally finished plunking down the whole twelve dollars.
		Her mother had taught her,
		And she taught me.
		It nearly worried me to death.
		Scared I would never get the rest of the money to them.
	Knowing not only would the purse not be mine
		But that if I could not scrounge up the
		Rest of the cash, I just lost twelve hours 
		Worth of babysitting six children.

Tending a Flower

Foregone is my freedom
My future and it's conclusion
My most detached relationship
To myself now subject
To scathing privately
In installments with you.

Now I confided
“He tends a garden”

How was I to express
Without existential anguish
This irrational leap of faith?
Subjugated or subsidized
It bankrupted my reason
So far-gone was my longing

I was invited to a task.
My lesson was to refute life.
Something I had 
Already accomplished.

So I confided.
“He tends a flower”

Half-witless or absent minded
I felt no connection 
To your thankless doctrines
And I waited patiently at the end
Of whatever road I had taken
For my choice attendant.

And I confided
“He tends to Petunia”

Overabundance of Books In Market

Overabundance of Books in Market
****************************
"On the turn, 
I've found 
an overabundance of books 
in the market !
I've heard .......
There characters are being sold -
in some relations,
in some selected installments. ........
Some has filled with reasons.
Some has filled with superstitions.
Some has guided the paths.
Some are seeking the ways.
Some has for equations.
Some has for clarification.
Powerless words on paper 
are moaning in acute torture.
Wound of such scratch 
that are not coming on tongue.
Some are stumbling 
due to anomalies of characters. 
Some are shrinking & blushing 
as they're too scared with spellings.
As if, buried in the pages, 
worn saree of bookbinding. 
The middleman is recovered 
the desired auctioned amount.
It's the worst crime !
The buyer 
becomes offender.
As finally he does confess.!!"_____Durgesh Verma (28/07/2016)

The Curse: Part 1

The Curse: Part 1 (If it is a man)

The god of curses awake
Take the poison and erect your tongue to spit
I want to curse!
The god of curses whose sex we speculate
Not he nor she, crane your face
I want to curse!

A mortal sat on his bottom to hack my system
May his bottom develop hiccups
So that when he talks to his in-laws
He farts in small installments and laughs

This mortal posted images rarely seen at noon
May his kingdom stand when there is no offer
And may his Kingdom fall when there is an offer!
So that he begs throughout life
While biting his lower lip with a wish!

The mortal posted 98 pics of his pick
May he be caught writing graffiti 
On the official car of a stressed soldier holding a gun
With only one bullet left
The mortal is waiting for the damage. Sawa!

Now here comes the mother of all curses:
May I meet you in the street, especially after I have taken a heavy meal
And there are no witnesses…
I swear, I swear, haki, I suea!

The Worst Morning After

Thursday morning I received an urgent letter
from the Internal Revenue....it said I had to pay back
my refund or they would garnish my wages;
there's much confusion about the new exemption laws, but the money is due
by July the twenty fourth, or I would be charged more fees and interest.
Wasn't it the tax preparer fault for the avoidable error?


I am not going for a tax audit, I will send them any amount I can and pay the rest
in monthly installments by tightening my belt even more; it's harder than fighting
City Hall! I'll have to pay for having had that ball...no refund on items bought!
I'll look forward to a zero refund in late February, or possibly in May; they'll keep
everything I'll claim...many things I have to give up: no dinners at restaurants;
no trendy clothes: I must settle for home cooking and avoid movies on demand!

Yesteryear

Substantial quadrants of hate

Throughout these veins circulate

Spiraling in frenzied states

Adrift an ailing coma


Infinite corruption clawed my corneas

Birthing the erasure of euphoria

Imprinting trademarks of memoria

Leaving in wake vile aromas



All confidence dissolved to solvents

Due to definitive involvement

Susceptible to gaunt installments

Marring my skin with melanoma



Mother Earth serves as a mime

Humanity must be refined

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