Long Debtors Poems
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THE WINTER CEMETERY
Awaken my nightmare!
Cold, wrinkled skin, eye circles beyond care.
Tears of beautiful snow.
O depths to which they go!
A horse and carriage show.
The gate — a cliff of iron bars, mine heir.
The creak of springs, the box —
ornate, carries my frozen heart, on blocks
of ice — my pretty niece.
Oh shroud of snow, I cease
to live - i have no peace!
O that cancerous gong of Winter clocks!
Wrapped in woolen fetters,
I boldly stare at these money-getters.
The doc misdiagnosed,
and the nurse overdosed.
In an icebox — her ghost.
This cemetery shivers with debtors.
She’ll be buried next to
you, beloved son, youth taken by flu.
I lean on the hard chest.
Winter blooms on my breast.
Dear son, I’ll never rest!
Cold stones, for bounty, as my flames accrue.
12/20/2017
Rhyme Me A Poem Contest
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FORGIVENESS
forgiveness doesn't start with the person it starts with you
to satify the anger i have inside i fuel it with thoughts that's consume me
and are replayed in my mind everytime i think of you and what you did
and as the page turn in this endless story of betrayl and deceit
that anger which is now hatred has tooken over me.
the evil thoughts that run though my head i often wish
was a reality.
so much pain that fills the hurt you cause me. leads me just wanting you dead.
forgiveness i heard it and wondered how
forgiveness not when my world was turned upside down
forgiveness for all that he had done why!
forgive because his sins aren't the only one. Forgive our debts as we forgive or debtors. bless them that persecute you: bless, and curse not the good word says
i remember how i wasn't always saved and how God had alot to work with to get me to this place.
and how all my sins were washed away never again to see the light of day.
and when he thinks of me it brings a smile to his face no respect or person they always say.
so by which all was forgiven i must do the same
so that i can be at peace and declare the Lords Holy name
Through his love I have learn that I have to let it go
and not hold on to things that will consume my soul
so that i can loose the chains that are trying to take hold of me Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good so release of your debts i will forgive
I forgive you!
Form:
Hey black friend, why hate on your brother
He is your brother not an enemy
When you all strife for a befitting life
How then is it a sin for another to strife
Kojo was a sweet soul with ambition
That would break a brick to hustle aright
Struggled to keep his sister’s dream alive
He milked his hustle so much that it blossomed
But upon his rise, came a blightful malice
From colleagues, all to deprive is worth
And seize his reward
Somewhere in Kumasi
A beautiful dream lost its spark
Kojo,his mother’s lover
Called in joy to say mama I will be home with bounty harvest
But there in Kumasi
Gruesome clan of debtors ganged up to dim his light
Poised to withhold his harvest
Somewhere in Kumasi,Kojo breathed his last
Right in the hands of his oppressors
The joy of motherhood, stripped in day light
Somewhere in Kumasi
Hate defeated humanity
As Kojo’s grieving mother, still awaits her son’s return.
On that summer’s day when we first meet and kissed,
I knew you Madelaine as one I could adore.
Against your family’s wishes, I still persisted
in wooing you; we’d wed or I’d be your paramour.
The levant winds blew through Spain’s hills unfettered
bringing death to suitors far and wide from above.
We had cause to feel our choice had made us debtors,
leaving our love a littered path, a ball-fisted glove.
Like Romeo I’d leave, not die, but without a trace
for I’d not hurt you more and death would be too much.
I’d give you time to heal your sorrows to embrace,
to come to terms with the rightness of our chaste touch.
In a far off land, I recall your devotion;
your lamented father’s wish for a princely dower,
but all have died who wished our love to be undone.
Soon, I’ll claim my Lady from her empty tower.
Fate gifted us passion, drinking from its chalice.
We waded through flaming waves of rising ardor,
in your summer home, your primrose covered palace.
The memories of your touch make absence harder.
As I looked across the wind-blown spray of ocean,
my mind turned to the sadness of our parting hours
Kneeling, I begged for a distance closing potion
so I could reclaim you to our rosy bower.
I see your longing, desperate, lovely, face
endowed in fears dire depth as we parted from the clutch.
I reminded you distance could not erase love’s trace
or lesson my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent a love-soaked, tear-stained letter;
now I return aboard a ship to my sweet dove.
I hope my missive sent has made you feel better,
nevermore will I be denied the touch of my love.
By Robert Lindley and Deborah Guzzi
In school we're taught that laws will always last
Students were told to chase a college dream
Student debtors hoped their loans would clear fast
Building a world where knowledge remains free
High schools were praised for high admission rates
When their grads went to famous colleges
The government gave loans to fill the gates
Knowing how the price of school increases
Americans filled campuses with hope
The colleges raised fees and opened doors
Loans given with ease, but no way to cope
Put weight on student debtors evermore
This was a way to tie their futures down,
Shifting rules, breaking promises pronounced.
Women took out loans for grad school with trust,
Believing promises their debt would fade
Teachers worked twenty years in class, fair and just
Yet, watched their balance grow and not be paid
Their rising debt brought panic to their lives
They sold her homes and cars to meet the strain
Two decades teaching earned them money's strife
And left student debtors with modest gain
She felt trapped like an indentured servant
Whole interest climbed despite her earnest care
No matter how much she was diligent
No money, no path to get her kids there
Why must a teacher tell students to climb
Weak ladders built on debt for endless time?
End of two sonnets, full stop.
Shining gold afterthought:
Why encourage kids
To indenture themselves
For learning that should be free?
Like nations many, at Central South Asian seam,
With its roots in the Paleolithic time stream;
Home of cultures, habitats, and martial movements,
Lounge of Arab, Muslim, British, Greek amusements...
Empires many, like spiders, yearned to spin in; Failed!
On this graveyard of states, like cruise of pride, it sailed;
Through tempests, there were Taliban-tornados too,
Like bones in flesh, these turned, Afghan's unending woe...
Hospice of faiths like Zoroastrianism grew,
Great Islam, yet, like an umpire, sharp whistles blew;
Resurgences, like monsoon rains, showered and tried,
Goondaism, like winter-sun, its nature did hide...
Like vampires, bloodthirsty; powers ever to gain,
Inflicting Afghanistan, never-ending pain;
Traps of Taliban, hidden, grew long hate-stretching,
Provinces fell free in their hands fast, fear-fetching...
Afghan, like day's dew, turns the Islam Emirates,
Ethics... morals, like thieves or thugs, exit the gates;
Intruder hounds enjoy the game like wild hunting,
Citizens, emptied, exist like footballs, punting...
Curses of drought, flood, pandemic, and betrayals,
Innocents, like born debtors, suffer defrayals.
Let's not blame God or heaven or kismet or fate,
The cause of human fall is the human hate-skate.
Power-mongers, like leeches, suck blood and strive, thrive,
Powerless, like wrecked vessels, will ever survive?
Afghan, to the world nations, is a large lesson:
Tyranny, like Taliban, is troublous treason!
28 August 2021
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be
I know I've tempted fate before
At least a time or two
Risked life and limb and maybe more
I'd risk it all anew
Cos life for me's a wonderland
A journey to behold
A beautiful utopia
For the young and for the old
Til man exacts his dominance
Over everything he can
And mortgages each single soul
Of every living man
A banking led dystopia
Indebtedness their aim
We're caught here in the crossfire
In a costly Rotschild game
The year is sixteen ninety four
And a deal is on the cards
The notes are shilling loudly
From the moneylenders bards
Twelve hundred thousand reasons
Mortgage woman, man and child
The deal's been done, the trap's been sprung
The laughing Joker's wild
The Devil dealt a crooked hand
The rules weren't Heaven sent
The loans they pays a kingly ransome
The bets at eight percent
Inflationary stirms prevail
Nations drowningbin the flood
The odds now stacked in favour
Of a deal they signed in blood
Now money's just a token
The game is truly up
Their sleight of hand's been deftly played
They fill their debtors cup
Human lives collateral
As the game stacks in their favour
No money's needed anymore
The game is theirs to savour
Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
The Devil deals in dying folks
His deals a living Hell
The game's a crooked one we know
It's plain for all to see
And the fate laid out before us
Is down to you and me
Victorian Era
~Victorian Era~
I think that the Victorian age would have suited me
The ingenuity fashion the great exhibition
Would all have been fascinating for me to see.
Not a child up chimneys, that’s not my mission
Not a Debtors Prison or Blacking factory.
None of these I’d do, that’s not my ambition.
I want to invent and better things for all,
The Victorian era was when inventors had a ball.
From Steam ships to sewers, lighting, and heating.
Bazalgette cleaned the streets Pettit and Smith made us warm
Lister invented antiseptic which we now use after eating.
Anaesthetic was invented, which is now the norm.
Science and technology all the greats were meeting
But prostitution and destitution were in need of reform.
A great Victorian lady I would have liked to be
But I am quite happy, with the twenty-first century me.
For: A Moment In Another Time by: Mandy Tams~GG~
If my head wasn't filled with thoughts of revenge
I'd be able to unclench my fist and open my hand, to take God's in mine
Leading me out of the darkness
Stepping foot in his everlasting garden
Planting seeds of forgiveness for my enemies
So that by rainfall, I will be nourished and bud with new perspective
Washing away will be my pain and suffering
I'll be praying for my enemies
By morning sunlight
The ideas of vengeance, my sins
Will evaporate
I will ascend and be uplifted
Holding onto angers hand
Is like befriending the Devil
To not be in contact with God or your soul
Only to be entranced in the thought of sinning
Our lives are not guaranteed
We could all die at any second
I will leave this earth in peace
To join my fellow brethren
Not plotting revenge, only praying that those who have harmed me
Will reconcile with us in heaven
Forgiveness for our enemies
Is a courageous and powerful act for a person to do
So don't waste life's precious seconds cursing others
When you could be using that time to pray for you
Pray your heart can let go of those wrong doings
Pray your debtors will someday see the light
Pray eventually they can plant seeds of their own
And take God's hand to be led out of the darkness
When my life is taken, by then it won't be for granted
I will be strong, my ego I will have overcome
Even if it's with my dying breath, I will have the love to rise above
I'll be down on my knees
To God I will be
Praying for my enemies
This debt crisis they postpone
And due dates will vary
It may come with no warning
Stalking the unwary
"Ban hate!", "Ban hate!", they holler
Their war is not with sin
God's Word is the enemy
The truth they have to spin
They say they're not for profit
Still, they pad their wages
Deception and trickery
Mask them as great sages
Not in the Lord's inner ring
Still, they claim His favors
"Love makes sin acceptable."
This lie enriches slavers
They cheer those who are sinners
Their "change" produces cracks
Their "love" lacks morality
They like to get kickbacks
Though a debtor to His Word
They put it out of mind
Their lives become more absurd
Their character maligned
There's no ceiling on this debt
The payment will come due
It cannot be written off
Excuses won't rescue
"My war is always with sin-
Sin that ruins within.
The sinner can never win-
Debtors' death a shoo-in."
So what, pray tell, should they do?
Turn back from apostasy
The devil holds them there
He's a debtor just like them
His lies they should beware
Ask God for minds, ears, and eyes
That grasp the truth of things
That "aha" moment they'll see
The "Light of the World" brings
See, Jesus paid the sin debt
He sets the captives free
His blood was shed for many
He rose to guarantee
From a debt they cannot pay
To forgiveness - and more
Their hope has been set free
And treasure is in store