Long Afford Poems
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Cought a ride on a train
Just to get out of the rain
Love to hear that sound
But I have found
It just leads to more people down the track
Panic attack
Today
I have a place to stay
I do not like to live this way
Health is bad
Kinda sad
Lived my own way
In life I never wished to stay
Passing through
Is all I seem to do
Do not wish no one any harm
All life has its own charm
But you are quick to harm me
Seems how my life was meant to be
Can you not see
I seek only what I can not find
Peace of mind
A home
Getting to old to roam
Have traveled far
Can not even afford a car
I carry all I have everywhere I go
Cause I know
Everything I have ever had
And this is sad
You people take
I choose trust, a bad decision to make
You make my soul shake
Makes a tear
For each year
I have been on the road
Carrying my load
Time doesn't fly
And we barely get by
Makes me feel hate
Do not wish for that fate
I care not for getting you back
I have no need to attack
As I walk away
You have home to stay
I have just me
Yes I'm exactly what it is you see
From this life I wish to be free
I choose to walk away
So have a nice day
I can see you smile
All the while
Behind your back is a knife
Cause you are part of the strife
This is my life
I have no home
So I roam
But I can see
How things really be
Cannot be a part of your hate
I have changed my fate
So I walk away
Must be nowhere left to stay
I walk my own path now
I am still learning how
My life is the rhyme
I ask no one for a dime
Is this a crime
Must be so
Everywhere I go
It is the same
Guess no one is to blame
So much hate
Of late
Does not matter
My wallet does not get any fatter
My legs grow weak
Sometimes my eyes leak
At what I have saw
Hate should be against the taw
Hate is humanitys main flaw
Heart grows bad
No, I am not sad
I have had enough
Tired of being tough
So away from people I stay
It is the only way
So far I have come
Forgotten where I came from
I am better off than some
I have me
So much of life I did not see
Learned to live as one with the land
Something I well understand
The animals wild as they be
Are just like me
Just wanting to be free and alone
But what life has shown
Love is no longer grown
So I will stay
Away
Maybe someday
Things may change
Rearrange
Hate is a sin
I hope it does not win
They held a forum on "the affairs of People'
They sought answers from a concern of security
all people. The stories we pass a long in folklore
often are used to explain why certain things occur.
The story of Christ is seen as complex..
The belief in Christ is said in uncertainty confusing.
folk that believe in Christ are often asked why certain things
are the way they are, and often times they can't
answer the question, or there information is baffled.
Christ was born in a manger somewhere in
Bethlehem, a small town south of Jerusalem.
According to the scriptures of Matthew.
in the fourth Century a Greek bishop from Myra ,
Turkey named Saint Nicholas Known for his helping of people
through secret acts of generosity. A story say's that he provided
gold for the dowries of three daughters saving them from slavery.
Which started the secret giving and inspired the Santa Claus character.
It gives people frm all walks of life a sense of being and belonging.
It is gifting without obligation to loyalties and returning favors.
An act of kindness. Strangers helping strangers.
Someone told me I used the Santa Claus angle
because even when I was angry at my siblings ,parents and offsprings
I could say Santa Claus cares for you, without breaking
character, both in an act of love
and in good faith. Winters of Earth and the celebrations here
often people who are without don't know
how to find what they need
and most often they can't afford it.
kindness for being you.
during the winter solstice in celebration of Christ's birth.
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wasailing- avertating strange behavior!
Behavioral management.
Hook, reel in, gaff and bludgeon;
no need to hurry it’s only a fish,
but I wonder
does that little brain
in that big head, think?
Does it know this gagging sky
as its gills
franticly suck in an invisible death,
does it acknowledge
the burning rays of the sun
as it scorches its glittering scales?
Does this still wriggling fish
discern or calculate
the amount of drowning air
it can withstand
as it is hauled into a choking death?
Can I afford
to think upon it, empathize.
Consider that we once
came out of the water,
should I measure my own pain
the way this fish might
while I fish for an excuse
and indefinitely, and with much pleasure
cast another line?
Winning the Lottery
Yes, I dream of winning the Lottery,
Hitting the jackpot on a Saturday night.
Oh, it’s so wonderful to imagine,
So, I cross my fingers and hold them tight.
Our George bemoans his bad luck,
All these years, not even a Tenner.
He told me that a couple from up Orkney,
Won Five million, Mr and Mrs Jenner.
Now I don’t want a fortune,
Just to be comfortable, would be nice.
I could buy me a shiny new sports job,
Without thinking about it twice.
A holiday to the Island of Barbados,
Under tropical skies, that sounds grand.
Or perhaps a Mediterranean cruise,
Lazing on deck, getting tanned.
I would have to update my wardrobe,
With a suit from Ralph Lauren.
A few shirts with the label of Versace,
Oh, and Designer shoes by Donna Karan.
We may have to move from the terrace,
Buy a cottage in the countryside.
Or better still a bungalow by the sea,
With a Veranda, to sit watching the tide.
I could afford to have Guitar lessons,
Learn to play blues like Jimmy Page.
Imagine that, me becoming a rock star,
With adoring groupies at front of stage.
Now, I won’t see our Emily go short,
and I’ll give a bit to John and Jilly.
I’d better return Danny’s Lawnmower,
and give that borrowed Twenty back to Billy.
I could retire and take it easy,
No more working long shifts over-night,
Slaving for that Miserly McGregor,
He’s loaded but so flaming tight.
In truth, I’d leave without notice,
And tell him just where to stick it.
My wife say’s stop daydreaming Jim
You’ve never even bought a ticket.
What's broken in a complete world
What do you all hold dear
When is it all gonna explode
Where is the glue to hold us all together
Unhinged we are insanely normal in a lack luster life
Where is the freedom to be me in a world of we
It takes its toll it creeps in like a thief in the night
When these storms blow there is no sign of calm
When we shut our mouths our hearts can't beat
In this world now we need to speak freely
We need to let others know how we feel
We need to build them up not knock them down
Today's agenda seems tainted by fear
Stained by the blood of the few
Our voices need to soar to new heights
We need to be held we need to know its all going to be OK
But today is not yesterday the masses of war wage on
We fight so hard to be heard but the sounds of guns drain us all out
I am here before you today on this canvas I wish to paint
Colors of insercuties no longer scribbled
I want us to see what a picture could be
It is in all of us to change to evolve to reconcile
Everything you need is right here just find the words to speak
With time its all going to heal we are stronger as one never divided
Because it is when you become the hunted in a game of chance you can't afford to not speak clearly in a clouded society.
High tide is drawing me in
Dear Lord I am wrapping
My wrist around your heels
I am shivering from the late noon day sun
Hanging on for dear life
My body is quiveringly recovering
Recovering from an ocean of mistrust
and it isn’t easy
I am drained
from all of the wrong decisions
I need stability
Lethargy is setting in
and the eyelids getting heavy
I’m struggling to a state of no return
All the weaknesses that I must unlearn
I am going from something
To going broke
Return me to my full status
Just remind me again when all goes well
About whose stake it is
Remind me again for whose sake it is
Why do you leave me to my own device
You thought me obedience is better then sacrifice
Rolling the dice
I need to win just one more time
I need to win
Can't afford to lose
Too much drenched in my blues
Tired of a cycle that goes on and on
I won't stop believing
I will hold on to that feeling.
Form:
We live in unprecedented times
no people anywhere is able to escape
interest rates and prices go sky high
what will become of us before its too late
The oil prices rise to affect us all
finding fuel rises makes cars hard to drive
so difficult to afford just for a trip
look into the future and how to stay alive
Then we have energy prices rising
escalating continuously knows no end
how do we find the cash? goes up and up
will governments intervene to help our spend?
Shopping in our local supermarkets
prices rising week by week mo longer cheap
even the poundshops lost their own ground
makes you wonder what price we shall reap
So what does the future really hold?
can generations coming up truly survive?
it's going to take some to be mighty bold
to survive this crisis and again thrive
Facebook advert
I saw an advert
for teeth
a couple had winning smiles
I thought they must be American
thinking of Joe Biden's
dentures, make him look like
an elderly shark
Cesar Milan, the dog man
is a showman but appears
to be good at taming dogs
his gnashers are impressive
In my vanity and some of my teeth
had left in protest
I went to a dentist, asked for
new teeth so I could display
a happy countenance
my god, the price to afford the price
one has to be a dog person
or a presidential candidate
A man who is not a dentist but makes
falls teeth for dentists
offered to make teeth I could put
on top of my old teeth
thinking this was a bit of a mouthful
I turned him down
since I'm not a person who spends
time smiling a lot
I decided to stick with my old teeth
Squarely unfairly unsung young flung across the ditch flee
Happy for me to be the snitch as the rich get off scot free
Property toffs scoff as our nation’s next generation f*ck off
Another bung at the trough child’s play while we all pay GST
Fast lanes or in chains those with the reins no capital gains
No refrain from more cranes poor poured down the drains
Got wonga join the conga to Rarontonga on private planes
Our saviour.. greedy behaviour giving trees to Scandinavia
Relax those with the max keep their stacks with tax so lax
Life givers charming rivers harming for lairy dairy farming
Have observed scary what we’ve heard's absurd have a word
Got to roam can't afford a home blame Luxon's chrome dome
Uncle Fester a Stooge for every corporate Scrooge does pester
We've all been had unless you go to the bank of Mum & Dad
Undeserved the herd as endangered as our sad flightless bird
Blurred after all that has occurred society stirred then slurred..
Mad everything pricey everything dicey plea to free every KIWI
Some have a hard exterior,
A common defense -
A protection from the outside world
When inside, one feels tense.
With soft touches of kindness
And gentle considerate thoughts,
A demolition of such defenses
Can afford to be bought...
Consider the Tortoise and its shell
With its foresty coloured contours.
If the Tortoise never came out,
Would we see that smile we adore?
Would it move about and eat?
Would it have strong, fast legs and feet?
Sooner or later it would be gone
To the sorrow of those who own that one.
But with soft touches and gentle coaxing,
Out pops those wrinkly limbs
And that cute little round head
With its adorable grins.
A demolition of fear,
Of insecurity,
Of the thoughts of possible danger
And this creature roams happy and free!
... And so it is with people
Who have been taught to be afraid.
With a demolition by soft touches,
New friendships can be made.