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"Intransigence: characterized by refusal to compromise or to abandon an often extreme position or attitude : UNCOMPROMISING" - Merriam Webster
No money had he to buy a new house
to come up with a huge down payment,
yet he refused to rent or to live with family
as he was repeatedly advised.
He borrowed the down payment money instead.
Renting is for losers, he says,
and "I always must live on my own."
He sinks deeper and deeper in debt.
His funds do not cover his living expenses,
yet he simply won't do the appropriate things
to better his situtation.
He keeps all his dogs that are costing more money
for trips to the vet and the food that they eat.
He goes out and buys them Burger King treats -
chicken nuggets.
Those untrained dogs pee all over his carpet.
He’d rather his house stink than give up one dog.
Examples of his improvidence and intransigence abound.
He’s sitting on gold and some silver -
enough that would pay off a lot of his debts.
But he tells us, oh no, I can’t cash that in.
That’s for future emergencies
(like when the world ends).
A more bullheaded and sickly old man
I never have met.
He tells all the world he never will die,
and I’m starting to believe it!
July 20, 2019
I arise, a modern-day babe,
the Phoenix long gone and
dusted away--reborn, off the
Cross resurrected. Christ made
the full down-payment; deed
in man's name, will of our Gracious
Father ratified. Rejoice! Know
humanity's power and legacy...in this
New Year of our Lord, take
rightful dominion of a reconstituted self,
having cast off the old, revealing a glorious
redefined, elevated destiny united one
in God. Alone we are vulnerable --
incorporated, lock-step with The Son, our Divine
Brother Christ Jesus, we are unconquerable.
As that glittering ball falls, do not look
only up, nor sides~ but within and
beyond. A Sacred Heart is reality's indwelling
navigator and compass. Let this New Year be one
of refined risen Direction...peace and love throughout
the world...Creation made whole holy and
perfect as always intended. We celebrate together the Soul's
Ultimate victory!
He sports some eye shades plastered to his nose.
In coolest clothes; with cell phone goes to town.
Perpetual is his strategic pose.
His glasses don’t come off when sun comes down.
He scans a crowded room for someone hot
on which to use some cheesy pick-up line
and show the ladies what finesse he’s got.
Too bad he’s never heard of “wine and dine!”
And every measly buck spent on a dame
he sees as a down payment on her "assets".
Shallowness could be his middle name
since his character has so few facets.
He tells his bimbo prey his future’s bright,
but even she just sighs and says, “Yeah, right.”
3/7/14
By Dana Redricks
"For while we are in this tent, we groan, being burdened [often weighed down, oppressed], not that we want to be unclothed [separated by death from the body], but to be clothed, so that what is mortal [the body] will be swallowed up by life [after the resurrection]. Now He who has made us and prepared us for this very purpose is God, who gave us the [Holy] Spirit as a pledge [a guarantee, a down payment on the fulfillment of His promise]. So then, being always filled with good courage and confident hope, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord— for we walk by faith, not by sight [living our lives in a manner consistent with our confident belief in God’s promises]— we are [as I was saying] of good courage and confident hope, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord. Therefore, whether we are at home [on earth] or away from home [and with Him], it is our [constant] ambition to be pleasing to Him. For we [believers will be called to account and] must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be repaid for what has been done in the body, whether good or bad [that is, each will be held responsible for his actions, purposes, goals, motives—the use or misuse of his time, opportunities and abilities].
Therefore, since we know the fear of the Lord [and understand the importance of obedience and worship], we persuade people [to be reconciled to Him]. But we are plainly known to God [He knows everything about us]; and I hope that we are plainly known also in your consciences [your God-given discernment]." 2 Corinthians 5:4-11
I wish to view an Oct sunrise in my hometown.
Riding a train to class and eating bread brown.
I miss wearing boots in my charming homeland.
Jackets and hats close to the September end.
Home ought to be recalled with love and pride.
Akin street tag and rendezvous by the creekside.
My hometown has bleak fame for being notorious.
Despite adversity, the town remains victorious.
I used to opine life was only in this town.
It had whatever I wanted, so I didn't frown.
Driving around town and browsing the shops.
I believe it wouldn't pass higher than these flops.
On our reunion day, happiness was in the air.
The moonlit the path with a clear peep stare.
I chose to put a down payment on a house.
Since I've broken all its walls, as a little mouse.
Fulfilling the wishes of the wealthy with trust
And solving the plight of those in need is a must.
Embracing all guests, even if they show hesitance
I would be halcyon to call this town my residence.
No city can ever be completely tamed.
Heavy fog soothed scars that were pride-inflamed.
With an elfin town road lightings warm glow.
What city has such dazzling neon flow?
Clearing the dust and recalling the memory.
How lucky we are to live in this pedigree.
One way to relax and forget the planet
Is in embracing your hometown gamut.
Every page of life is ripped out as a book.
Life doesn't repeat, so cherish each brook.
You will thank yourself later for your sacrifice.
Strive at sprinting to meet your own suffice!
As I drive across town, I notice it is shrinking.
I imagine seeing most with others, I'm thinking.
The grass may not be as green as it once got
But those souvenirs were the best; I never forgot.
Written: May 18, 2023
If Your Birthplace-Country Was A Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
In the land of the free
What has gone wrong
From the thirteen States
Where is the song
The song that united
A people so free
From the land of so many
In downward spiral spree
Of resources so vast
In lands so spread
What has driven this nation
To tomorrow dread
Employment is so important
As it allows families to grow
They may not become rich
But in their garden, they sow
In this modern world
Where we are in chemical shine
We have to look after our health
Not just yours, but mine
The People have Spoken
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We must reduce our Nuclear Cause
Because its not right for us
We have to be loyal to us Americans
For it deters us to cuss
We must look to our neighbours
If we can sort out the above
Pat each other on the back
Then we no longer shove
We must look to tomorrow
And reduce conglomerate gain
Because in our free America
They increase our strain
We must look to foreign policy
For we are a nation of mix
Our talking starts today
For our future fix
We must look to the White House
As we elect them in
We must never be judgemental
On their colour of skin
We must look to the future
Through the most beautiful of hues
Our future is our health
Or is it Down Payment Blues
We must look to the heavens
If we are religious or what
We don't want to look on our past
As forget me not
Listen to the People
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Inspired by AC/DC's " Down Payment Blues "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america-2.php
I once secured a mortgage loan, never noticing the date on the statement.* I was concerned about securing a down payment and an affordable payment.
The interest rate was one to die for, it seemed; and the house was both a steal and a dream.
The steal allowed the house to be affordable, and the dream made it incredibly adorable. .
The four words were right before me as plain as day.
It read, "Last payment due on "The Twelfth Of Never". It was as if I was signing so much of my life away.
When I finally took the time to analyze things, my tight-fitting head became filled with steam;
To-die-for interest rates became a never-dying nightmare of a never ending story, and putting the cart before the horse
in pursuit of a house has brought me far too much worry.
So I bid you beware of deals that look like a steal. Be wise to read the details before you close the deal.
And beware of that God-forbidding 'Twelfth of Never', because it can pain your life for what seems forever.
112420PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2, Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: The Twelfth Of Never.5P *Fiction
The Boat Of Us
'Twas a few years back, I remembered that,
When we had both placed our down payment checks,
At first we did not know which one, in fact,
We chose, then placed our personal effects,
They gave us our berth's, 'twas but side by side,
When we went fishing, our haul equaled both,
We filled our nets till we were satisfied,
Held separate jobs, together lost hope,
Long have we parted, until that storm hit,
My boat had adrift, could not make it start,
You came and towed us but the line had split,
I gave up my boat, got on yours was smart,
Home safe, next day, on the beach our boat sat,
'Twas a few years back, I remembered that.
2019 May 14
*1st Place*
Choices
~~Sara Kendrick
#1
In a few days, our country will pause and say, “Thanks, Lord”.
There are so many things for which I am thankful to God.
There is simply no end to the many people, circumstances, and experiences to which I have been privileged to be a part.
Nevertheless, time, space, and attention spans compel brevity.
There is a lady of a gentle, kind, and tender heart who’s to blame for my ability to take several trips by jumbo jets that I could not afford. Several years ago,
during both a season of joy and of grief, she was there for me and my wife. I am thinking of her with much gratitude this thanksgiving season. Her name is Sherry.
I am recalling a man who several years ago gifted me with a touch of his kindness and love. I shall never forget his eyes and spirit staring into mine, leaving me no doubt that he believed in me at a time when I was low. I was experiencing a dark place after surviving a storm of life on a raging sea. I’m thinking of one who became to me a beacon in the night. He’s a dear friend. His name is Ken.
There is a dear lady who on several occasions heaped compliments and praises upon me that I did not deserve. She always made me feel so very special. She passed on 14 months ago and resides in heaven now. She was indeed a dear lady. Her name was Joelen.
More than 25 years ago, I sought far and wide without success to secure a loan to purchase a home. Finally, an elderly gentleman stepped forward as an investor with the down payment. His action enabled my wife and me to become proud homeowners. He was a stranger who took a chance on us. We lost touch with him some time ago, but I’m thinking of him this Thanksgiving Season. His name is Gary.
11012016 cj PS
I have been counting the days and nights,
23,427 so far,
no two exactly the same
just as no two snowflakes
precisely duplicate a common design structure.
Having received over 23,000 days and nights
to get my act together,
this day, right now,
culminating my entire story line
about how I came to become
communicating
and miscommunicating
and sometimes discommunicating here
and
now as mindful organic bodies must
intend sacred integrity all along
somehow.
Each of those thousands of days
invested in what cannot be purchased
or demanded.
Therapists call this investment in health.
Mom called it love.
Spiritual guides know re-ligious
regenerative
reconnecting integrity's communion intent
as deep mind/body listening wisdom
and divine grace.
Evangelists praise this multisensory thrival experience
of organically sacred communication as goodness
and righteousness
and not unnatural atheistic leftist mess.
Artists name it Beauty
and indigenous Muses
nonverbally
and nonviolently communicate
EarthMother's primal empowering relationship
with FatherSun's enlightenment
as unboundaried
fearless ecological co-relationship
peace-fulfilling re-ligious
SacredMind/OrganicBody trust
in peak communion experiences.
Philosophers call authentic communication Truth;
which is not irreligious discommunicating False.
Economists call community-inclusive win/win co-investment
abundantly resilient cooperative wealth,
what cannot be sufficiently earned
yet can never become overly reinvested,
gifting compassionate communication
pro-actively forward.
Through thousands of high purposed
well-sung days
and deep ecology drifting sifting
wellness dancing nights
no more or less ready for final down payment
than that first invested breath,
23,427 nights ago.
Perhaps a more mature love communication
would prefer I stop counting my impatient
lack of peaceful EarthTribe belonging days.
To stop counting the cost
of irreligious discommunication
at least sounds like a more generously evangelical co-investment
engaging this actively curious
peace-seeking SacredMind/OrganicBody
in perennially recycling love life
No longer counting the days and nights,
no two exactly the same
just as no two mind-full neurosystemic bodies
precisely duplicate a divine design structure.