Long Debt Poems
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Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”
Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~
LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …
You’ve got student loans, an overpriced car, and a house,
bought a big boat for you, and the scalpel for your spouse.
Had a good job and your portfolio was rocking,
each day was Christmas, now there’s a hole in your stocking.
There’s a hole in your stocking and your life’s falling out,
your self-esteem has faded and has left you in doubt.
You search for a way out, but all the exits are blocked,
you can’t pry open the windows and the doors are locked.
All the doors are locked and now all your bitcoin has crashed,
and you’ve spent all the money that you had in your stash.
Boss man told you, sorry but we’re forced to let you go,
but don’t worry son, you’re gonna be fine don’t you know.
You will be fine you know you’ve credit cards for spending,
but the rate is too darn high on what they’ve been lending.
You’ll never sell your house because the market has crashed,
you’ve been trying really hard, but you know you can’t last.
You’ve been trying so hard, but the mortgage due is past,
you can’t get off the track and the train’s coming too fast.
No way to ever get out of a hole dug this deep,
maybe if you’re lucky you won’t wake up from your sleep.
Poem on Anger
Anger from within
1: Fiery flames that rage within,
A storm that brews, it starts to spin,
A beast that roars with deafening din,
Anger, oh anger, where do i begin?
2: A sudden rush that fills the soul,
A bolt of lightning, out of control,
A furious torrent takes its toll,
Anger, oh anger, you take your role.
3: You make me say things that i regret,
A blur of red, a moment we let,
Anger, oh anger, i can't forget,
The damage caused, the soul in debt.
4: But anger can be harnessed too,
A strength within, to see us through,
A fuel that drives, a force that's true,
Anger, oh anger, you help me renew.
5: So let me manage this raging beast,
Use it for good, let anger's heat,
Ignite a passion, never to retreat,
Anger, oh anger, you are indeed a feat.
With all the hype on 2012
Are we heading towards our hell
The calendars predict, a drastic change
They coincide, now aint that strange
Should we believe that this is the end
With signs all around, that we can’t mend
Or do we believe in something good
A loving God and brotherhood
So many theories on the .NET
Bring confusion, toil and sweat
Which one do you believe
That’s for you and your reprieve
Could it be, the coming age
Where man excels and turns the page
Or will it be that we shall fall
And God saves us, one and all
Will it be cause and effect
Where we pay our karmic debt
Can we rise above it all
Becoming strong and spiritual
Some believe will meet the dead
Here on earth, that’s what I read
Our loved ones pass the golden gate
To talk with us, and to relate
I heard, a planet will collide
With us from the outer side
Or could it be, a huge black hole
That tosses the earth to and thro
Some say, will be hit with meteorites
Causing people to lute and fight
And what about the financial status
Economy breakdown in the papers
Floods, pollution, famine and war
Global warming, terrorists and more
There could be a catastrophic event
Sending shock waves, to our sense
We could be invaded by UFO’s
From outer space, alien foes
What happens now, be on your guard
Cause December 2012 at large
With all these signs and revelations
Will it break, our civilisations
All our books seem to agree
The end is near! But we shall see!
© Copyright 1st December 2010 K.C.Leake
Everything in life
Came easy to me.
That all changed
When I got my own family.
Dirty diapers, late night feedings
& so much crying.
It was spiritually, mentally
& physically trying.
I'd do it all again
That was the best time
Of my life.
I was a husband, a father
With kids & a wife.
It felt good to hold my child
He always smiled, when I did.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Damn I love that kid.
I spoiled him rotten
He was my pride & joy.
Then God & my wife blessed me again
She bore me another boy.
My wife enjoyed watching me
Play with my sons.
She said, you are a terrible hubby
But as a dad, you're number one.
She already had children
Before we met.
I raised them as my own
I love them all, I have no regrets.
I'd pray every night
Thanking God for blessing me.
With this beautiful wife &
My perfect family.
Her (our) daughter is so bright.
She's gifted, smart.
She has a beautiful spirit
She has her mother's caring heart.
Her (our) oldest son is a
Mama's Boy & that ain't a bad thing.
Mess with his mama
& watch the drama he would bring.
Her (our) middle child
Is cool & laid back.
He's going to be a heart breaker
That is a fact.
Her (our) younger child
He is so smart & oh so clever.
He has a special place
In my heart, I'll cherish him forever.
Her (our) youngest child
Is always happy, like he's floating on a cloud
He's always doing something, to make his mother & I proud.
My (our) oldest daughter
Is an adult, with children of her own.
We (I) wasn't there for her
She had to do it alone.
I miss all my children dearly
This is a pain I didn't know that could exist.
It hurts to longer be with them.
My life was perfect when I was with them
Believe me they are missed.
This separation from them
Is unbareable as hell.
I hope & pray each night
That my children are doing well.
Whatever wrong I did to deserve this
I know I had to have overpaid that debt.
This as low as I ever been
To lose my children is my biggest regret.
I try to move forward
But it's hard to stand tall.
LaToya, Buffie, Jaloni, Larry, Jimmy & Joshua
I LOVE YOU ALL.
Christmas isn't Christmas without Jesus,
He's the reason that we celebrate.
His birth the greatest gift of all time,
A way for God and man to relate.
Christmas isn't Christmas without Jesus,
The name itself should tell us so.
Emmanuel, God with us, Christ our Savior,
Born in Bethlehem so long ago.
Christmas isn't Christmas without Jesus,
Despite all the parties, lights and toys.
It's not about the bling or decorations,
It's all about Mary's baby boy.
Christmas is all about our Savior,
Remembering the babe, who in a manger lay.
The Son of God in human flesh appearing,
Born to give His life, our debt to pay.
After centuries of plunder,
you named us “Third World.”
Yet it is our gold, our oil, our blood,
that built your marble cities.
Each time we rise,
you strike.
You call it “aid.”
We call it chains.
You sent your priests of policy —
the Structural Adjustment prophets.
They preached “growth,”
but planted famine.
They promised light,
but brought debt.
You crowned our tyrants,
then cursed our nations.
You said, Africans do not think,
yet you fear our awakening.
You are the enemy of progress —
dressed in democracy,
drunk on hypocrisy.
Your institutions smile with knives.
Your justice is a coin
that only flips one way.
But the world turns.
The slave learns the map.
The master forgets the gate.
Soon your comfort
will taste like dust.
Your empires will beg
for the mercy they never gave.
You fed on the sorrow of others —
now sorrow will dine on you.
For there is no peace in theft,
and no safety in the spoils of deceit.
The age of awakening begins.
And this time,
the world is watching.
FUNNY CANNY PUNNY
The great guy Punny
makes fun, yet funny.
Witty and canny.
Spontaneous laugh
much more than enough,
serious on bluff.
Jokes not to explain
Pun doesn’t go in vain,
but to entertain.
Humours to be spun,
not grave ! Cheerful pun.
Real joyous fun.
Sure to feel sick,
true meaning to seek !
Punny the guy descent
Actually absent
on own wedding date.
To bride, he didn’t pay debt.
03/04/23
I had heard about Cabbage Patch dolls, but now they are alive….
Growing in a garden near Winsted Ranch on Highway Five
They parted their leaves and began giggling when they were ready
Discovered last month by their benefactor, master gardener named Freddy.
He was fretting at the time about whether he could keep his farm going.
Not seeing at the time this is the way God had his future growing.
Now everyone and their partner wants a selfie with the Cabbage Patch dolls.
Freddy has made this into a destination place; he gets all kinds of calls.
Girl Scout Troops and Girls on the Run have him booked through twenty-six.
He has been able to pay off all of his debt, and is no longer in a “fix”.
Freddy is grateful to the Cabbage Patch dolls, he would like to keep them all.
“But we want to go with the girls!” They argue. This is their battle call.
If I could turn the clock's proud hands around,
And make the past a silent, yielding clay,
What single thing would be my hallowed ground?
What solitary debt would I repay?
Not Caesar's fall, nor some forgotten war,
No grand design upon the human stage,
But just a little moment, nothing more,
A single, unremarked, forgotten page.
I'd find the day the friend-thread started thin,
The one I broke with words of careless spite.
I'd go to the spot where pride won the grin,
And chose the bitter shadow over light.
While with my power used to hold my tongue,
To bite the lip and let the anger cool.
To choose the path of love while we were young,
And not to act the self-important fool.
The world would turn, the stars would still align,
No empires built, no new philosophy.
Albeit, modest, subtle world of mine,
A broken thread would mend, eternally.
And I would trade history's roared acclaim,
I'd bid that one small change, so soft and low,
To keep a bond from ever knowing blame,
And watch the seeds of understanding grow.