Long Fiscal Poems
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Thus spoke the Premier in a solemn voice
Announced the implementation of a new plan
There are too many scams, I had no choice
It is to benefit the common man
At the stroke of midnight when the corrupt sleep
Their misdeeds in the past sixty-year span
Will be exposed when the new changes creep
It is to benefit the common man
The new fiscal policies come into force
Old high denomination notes, under a ban
Must be deposited in a bank, explaining their source
It is to benefit the common man
Only limited withdrawals from banks allowed
New notes, small currencies to be supplied in a van
In front of banks panic stricken citizens crowd
It is to benefit the common man
Small vendors, daily wage earners badly hit
Blamed the faulty implementation of the plan
With no resources to survive they admit
It is NOT to benefit the common man
The opposition parties were on their feet
To scourge the government on the plan
They used the situation to generate heat
It is NOT to benefit the common man
Fifty-five people died standing in the queue
Claimed the opposition, it was an empty van
Government bigwigs unaffected as they knew
It is NOT to benefit the common man
Nonsense! Said government sources
The process of cleansing just began
Soon there will exist no evil forces
It is to benefit the common man
Fifty-five million patiently stood in the queue
Waiting to withdraw as fast as they can
Their complaints are baseless and nothing new
It is to benefit the common man
The common man is helpless, unable to think
What will be the end of the process that began
Short of cash, in misery he’s on the brink
What else can he do, he’s born a common man!
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a fourstitch (quatrain), chain-rhymed
in response to global warming and climate change
Environmental agendas of the left
see such solutions left far behind
in the demonstrations of today.
The political climate is shifting.
“Peaceful” protests have left us bereft.
they are scarcely more than a blind
for annihilation’s holiday.
There are few signs of the smoke lifting.
Violence, fires, murder and theft
are the accepted answer we find
in angry, youthful, political naïveté.
Our moral climate in a fog is drifting.
2020 discovers our nation cleft
by childish fabrications designed
as name-calling, verbal horseplay.
The backwash creates wide rifting.
Eco-friendly debate was never adept
in the chaos of our fiscal disarray -
an appeasement for activists’ protégé,
and more stimulus? mere spendthrifting.
The thing I least look forward to,
The root of my financial ills,
Is the vile administration
Of my monthly pile of bills.
You'd think a single guy like me,
Whose needs and wants are all but nil,
Could whiz through funds manipulation
When it comes to paying bills.
It's the interest on the principal
Of credit card accounts that kills
And perpetuates extenuation
Of MasterCard and Visa bills.
Man cannot live by cash alone,
Hence the propensity of credit mills,
And the gross accumulation
Of large revolving charges bills.
But when statements say there's naught to pay,
Oh, how that "zero balance" thrills!
No refund as remuneration,
Just dismissed from that long list of bills.
My credit's good, I shouldn't brood
Upon this fiscal tribulation,
But if I had my druthers,
I'd druther hide out in the hills
Than face the monthly calculation
Of my bills, bills, bills.
You’ve been given a deposit of faith
God has given ample from His bank
Do you have interest in paying any interest
Or do you doubt that there’s credit in your account
We’ve been gifted a onetime gift
There is no tax on a gift like this
This is fiscal, Christ’s service was sacrificial
This tributary of all fiduciaries is ancillary
Aside from the debt we owed
From His side the blood and water flowed
He died and He supplied all for what we’ve denied
It’s prepaid and our savings is in His life that down He laid
We are the beneficiaries of
God’s never ending attentive love
We borrow from His sorrow, the path is narrow
His capitulate stains are our eternal gains
It is His collateral and His claim
It is in the futures of all who call on His name
It wasn’t cost effective of being lost, and by His directive
The dividend, the down payment by His enslavement
But in this life, we will suffer loss and pain
Sometimes two backwards and one forward we crane
We have earned the income of death, that’s our wage
It's ok to whirl as this retirement plan is out of this world
(So don’t be inflated or impulsive
Give and give and give, ‘til it hurts give
Live and live and live, ‘til it hurts live
Satan’s been given for a sieve)
So, what’s your goal, what’s your plan?
Do you use your deposit of faith (from this God-Man)?
Do you use it for others, even your brothers?
Or do you live a cloistered life, what are your druthers?
So what’s your long-term goal for your soul?
Is it minimum wage or a maximum pay load?
The payout is God’s policy, for you and me
If we use our deposit to help others in need
So take stock in God’s surety
Find assurance in His security
Why do you wince look to Christ’s sconce
And what God’s has already counted and surmounted
Oh, Land of the Free
You have presumptuously deemed yourself the mouthpiece and policy maker
Of the world
How overconfident
How impudent
Who makes you...
Oh, King of impertinence
Regulators of the human race...
The monarch of the agitated sea
Who are you to dictate MY household’s wishes?
As with the Roman Empire, your greed and moral deficiency IS your destruction
Your sins are hidden behind plaster, ramshackle, and termite-infested walls
You sit on your throne of deprecated morality
You twist your neck and roil your head in an idiomatic cistern of ethics
Oh, how those merchants whom seek shelter under your fiscal confidence...
Will wail and rip their outer garments, as they witness your
great
Collapse
Nevertheless, just like men whom seeks the warmth of a harlot’s bosom
They will easily turn their face to the next woman of ill-gotten gains
I finished high school in the 60's, a decade of 'Change and Revolution'. Got married in the 70's, the decade of 'Accountability and Resolution'. Yes, I became a man in the 70's, a college graduate, a father, a voter, a missionary pastor, and a homeowner. The decade of the 70's was like building a foundation and a platform in anticipation of the decade of the 80's.
The 80's was a decade of 'Reconstruction, Reconsideration, Reconciliation, and Revision'. The 80's, also a decade of Fiscal Responsibility, Vision, and Expansion, gave birth to the formation and rise of the Reagan Democrats. I suspect that Jimmy Carter was no match for the 80's because the 80's ushered in his defeat at the hands of Ronald Reagan, who also took on The Air Traffic Controllers and weakened the hands of America's Strong Labor Unions. The Spring of '81 brought us the failed assassination attempt on Ronald Reagan who nearly died but recovered and went on to become a great president who said to the head of the Soviet Union, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall". There were great catches, great runs, great tackles, and great touchdowns as the 80's brought the rise and reign of the San Francisco 49ers. In the late 70's, Americans were captured and held hostage in Iran and released in the early 80's. My first vote for a Republican presidential candidate was cast in 1980 for Ronald Reagan. Our third and last child was born in 1981, and after moving to Sacramento in '86, unable to find work in Sacramento. I commuted to San Francisco for two and a half years. The Aids epidemic broke out in the 80's, and suddenly the sexual revolution was being brought to, if not a halt, at least a pause. Early on with very small attendance, an Aids Seminar was held at our church.
10132018PoSoupContest, Remembering The 80's, Michelle Faulkner
(Africa) What They Would Have Us Believe
They, this Cabaal,
subversively insist - alas,
That Africa's problems
are merely inherent - thus
Note: Warlords abound
in that Continent's mass,
Enamoured and recruited from poverty - to assist..
Then paid to make genocide
coincidentally..though
Millions have died
Child soldiers captured,
then sold, drugged and raped
Sadly of course,
not able to resist,
Tho many have tried
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
To murderous villainy through
mind control,
brutal machine with
- machete and gun
An innocent child torn from parents - a son,
unseen evil elements
are rejoicing the pain
fomented Rawanda complicit UN
Parents and children
no more comfort again
though long since - these cretins prepared..
elite 'Bloodline' WWF illuminati
Cabaal,
Feeding on innocence, as they simply have none.
to feed Deep State
a Chaotic deep hole
fiscal ruin FIAT money
towards intended fate
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
Blood soaked Diamonds collected..
- Sierra Leone
sold through Belgium,
New World Order
- Luciferian throne
after all this time, 'Democratic' Congo is still,
- so under the thumb
Herewith and henceforth collision in war
Angola, Sudan torture,
and the paid for, terror
the UN sit watching,
by default they are - erasing the poor
Western nations, general public,
are fickle and numb..
The time has come to damp down gridlock and polarization
For the country's citizenry to treat each other with basic decency
To stop resorting, at the slightest offence, to righteous indignation
The time has come...
The time has come to stop shouting and screaming, to restore civility
To stop finger-pointing accusations and character assassination
To stop the invective, the slander, the libel, and to act with dignity
The time has come...
For leaders to get off their soapboxes, to cease the endless bloviation
Not to promise 'free everything,' to promote fiscal prudence, feasibility
To acknowledge the populace's apathy, to lift the veil of total frustration
The time has come...
I've felt it said
here
time and again
That a personal issue
is also about political tissue
reconnecting economic responsibilities
risks
opportunities fiscal
annual
perennial
Centers of felt pleasure
and good humor
are Passions,
not only small
and great transitional
but resonantly
resiliently multi-anecdotal,
Excluding all DisPassions
DeGenerations
and humorless passions
actively resisting future dispassions,
loss
suffering
mortality
and all that dualistically dark stuff,
sensory tissue memories
of sacred issue images
My peculiar ecosystem
co-empathically admiring Ultra NonViolet
rainbow
spectrally ionic Heaven
multiculturing emergent organic
ironic Paradise
And personal political insider trading
in Gospel EmPowering PassionStories
co-emerge eco-Paradise here
with ego-Pleasure now,
sacred place
with historically enculturing
triangulated
bilateral
tipping pointed hierarchical
and reverse root systemic revolutionary
upside-down
EarthHealth PleasurePower
anticipating more HeavenWealth ParadiseLight
win/win peace-viral
evolutionary PanSensory
bicamerally enlightened
eco/ego double-binary
unboundaried trans-empowerment.
And so I try to co-discern
discuss
cooperatively dialogue
about whom I am supporting,
investing in,
and why
I might reasonably expect
mutual win/win health/wealth outcomes.
And, on the other hand,
when such mutual intention becomes
and belongs within anti-losePleasure/loseHumor
transparently shared limits,
then it is time to set chronic stressed
win/lose compromises
anticipations
evolutionary theories
existential angst
depressions
negative impressions aside
To grab hold
of cooperative
systemic con-celebrating revolutions
toward transliturgies enlightening
empowering
re-ligioned win/win
SecularLeftMinded/SacredRightHearted
ego-impassioned EarthHealth Justice
resolutions
Embracing Pleasure
and Paradise,
Power
and Light,
Earth
and Heaven,
Secular
and Sacred,
Deductive
and Inductive
cooperative GoodHumor,
within NonZero-Soul's ubiquitous remainder.
Boldly I exhume exclusion, a badge of sacrifice
Milestones shunned, money’s usual manoeuvre
Cultural flimsy stronghold, servant’s fiscal price
Top tier requires slaves toil all day for approval
Nonetheless, pleasingly, I hail our lucky country
Offers safety, anonymity, hovel unacknowledged
No need to solidify alliances, desperately hungry
Primed pilferers for immediate advantage pillage
Supplementing streetscapes bolster unsold soles
Trove tumbledryer drums cook my new costume
Accesses babyboomer tower, to fire escape stole
Secure deep sleep from moonless cement room
Adverse to version of
us who refuse to assimilate
A new season - Winter
Begins today