Long Loan Poems
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I found myself
struggling for a sounding board
between the sandwiches of lunch,
dinner, and savory understanding.
There are birds between
songs.
They sing resoundingly
better than me.
I ran by a pond at dusk
when no one was looking,
but little me, who struggled to see
meaning where the colors
separate for separate
identity.
The common grackles
grackle to be heard,
like all of us with a working pulse,
arguing at the end of a day.
I signed my signature tonight
for a loan I don't understand.
There are things bigger
and smaller than me,
ants and fireflies,
that challenge infinity
and confuse the calmness
of understanding.
I will go home
and try again
tomorrow.
In ancient times, a tale unfolds,
Of Jael, brave and bold.
In Deborah’s song, let’s sing along
"Most blessed of women be Jael,
Most blessed in tents they dwell"
She broke the norms, defied the rules,
With courage, not in ships of fools
Inviting Sisera to her tent,
A deadly blow, her intent.
With hammer and peg, she struck him down,
Her bravery, in history, renown.
God's purpose clear, her actions just,
In Him, she placed her trust.
For God can use the least of us,
To fulfill His plans, so marvelous.
From Rahab's aid to David's stone,
From Paul's past to Matthew's loan,
Each story shows, without a doubt,
God's justice, He'll bring about.
So let us learn from Jael's deed,
To act with courage, take the lead.
Sisera a picture of our sin, said Spurgeon
With peg to the ground nail it down
Jesus struck the victory blow on the cross
When Satan thought he’d won, he really lost
For in our hearts, His purpose lies,
With faith and strength, with Him we’ll rise.
Many are the 'characters' I met while serving my nation.
Seems there's always one who stands out in every organization!
In Bermuda (where I fought the Korean War) was such a cuss.
He was my bunkmate and he went by the name of Gus!
Gus was the old man of the outfit, a staff sergeant as I recall.
He'd been up and down the ranks and boozing caused his fall!
Never to be promoted beyond 'staff'', he was happy with his lot.
Gus floated on cloud nine as long as he had his daily tot!
Near payday, funds depleted, out of booze, in a nervous funk,
He'd surreptitiously place this beseechng note upon my bunk:
"My boy, may I propose for your benevolent consideration,
A temporary loan for relief from my dire financial situation?"
Now, how could I deny his plea phrased in such flowing verse!
Besides, on payday, he'd promptly seek me out to reimburse!
On paydays, Gus and his pals were wont to go on a spree!
He'd relieve his bloated bladder nigh any convenient tree,
Proclaming, "Wherever you may be let your water flow free!"
(For some reason the local constables happened to disagree!)
Gus was a good man and I enjoyed our comradely association,
Despite his innate proclivity for intemperate intoxication!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Blessed is this a good new day
In the Lord
Why? Because my God has said it so
He has loan us a many of things;
Rejoicing in His abundant fully beautiful things
O'
Hallelujah, woo, oh oh O oh
Hallelujah
Amazing enjoyed we are, we are
It be as He brings us, He brings us closer, closer
We are Daddy’s precious
We are Daddy’s precious children we are, we are
Rebirth babes from heaven above, above
You are we are loved you are His you’re Our Beloved, Beloved
And this is your moment perfected awesomely
Blessed bless beautiful good new day in His day in His way Always
You are bless, we are bless we are blessed
Amen ?(Awe-men)
3/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Sometimes I feel lost in the moment
Feel like my die is cast
And times don’t have the same emotion
Must be I’m trapped in the past
Seems like there was a lot more love
Also a lot less greed
If my dad wanted a loan from the local bank
A handshake was all he would need
Meals were cooked on an old coal stove
Clothes on the line in the yard
Friday night fights on a black and white TV
If you had a nickel, times weren’t hard
Holding a sparkler on the fourth of July
Sometimes your fingers got burned
Honesty and pride in a hard day’s work
Were a few of the lessons we learned
Holding hot dogs over a campfire
Embedded on a stick
Burnt marshmallows for dessert
Or some blueberries that we’d pick
With a piece of branch and a sponge ball
A game of baseball we played
After working up a sweat
We’d have home made lemonade
Nothing ever went to waste
Financially times were hard
But even the leftover bread crumbs
Were spread out for the birds in the yard
How did the world come to this
Not even relationships built to last
If I have my choice of lifestyles
Dear God, let me be trapped in the past.
What if I say
I love my country but not sure about their culture it's like a suicide to be in that...... What is if a father says to you that I'm the one who is behind your life what is wrong if I say is you then atleast do fullfied our needs if he say I had beyond my limits then if a child ask what is your limits only that you have taken a loan for us not else did you giving the exam not then why the hell you soucld us....... I am shame to say that Indian poilciy is shame for everyone.....
What if I say my father gave mentally torch to my sis and she gets suicide and he clearly put that on her teachers what's is means you only know..... Is a teacher bad for there students
What if I say...
These Indians just think about them self no need to tell about my father...... Be blessed by God what Modi will do a smile nothing because he is just conquer his battle first......
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Desire crawled toward her lover-
She was by contempt convered:
When no coin tend to serve you right.
You make a new rule and toss a new dice.
She'd been exposed to pollution,
After Zeal was bethroted to contemption.
Then none is ready to perceive any longer her lyrics,
For the contemptous zeal did the ear prick.
She was by fate alone.
Hence she sauntered to him for a loan.
That if to her, life present a pleasant delicacies.
So,will she-along with her lover- dish from it varying species.
Desirous contempt roar in the field,
And wrong zeal did many folks lead.
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My door will always be open to those who are in need
sharing the wealth of goods and time, I will concede,
but do not abuse my giving nature until I bleed,
or I will slam my door in the face of abusive greed.
I'll loan you that proverbial cup of sugar, my friend.
Ask nothing in return of you. I'll charge no dividend.
If it's a shoulder you need, then I will gladly spend
all afternoon with you, until you're on the mend.
I'll lend you my time, my shoulder, and my sympathy.
Return again tomorrow and we'll have a cup of tea.
But don't you take for granted, my offered hospitality
for if you do, you'll find my door locked...permanently.
The evil master earned his reach
by what he understood
And taught them evil for his right
that he could run from good
And Learn a way to teach them some
that they would all be dumb
And make them stupid to the point
that they would all succumb
Then tell them that they learned from him
but never take the credit
And give them rights to die that way
when he was theirs for edit
And offer them extinction
for the time they put in to
The way they died for nothing fast
and looked like they were through
When only evil cares that way
to say you're on your own
When you alone can say you failed
and that is not for loan
ODE TO MONEYLENDERS
Oh, what designs can one possess
Lending succour to those with naught
Such desperate need one must confess
And how hard one must have fought
When courtesy has no more currency
With those to whom one is indebted
And there is a sad loss of coherency
Then additional loans must be netted
Limited choices never were the best
Yet lenders all may seem attractive
In selecting just one from all the rest
One does have to be quite proactive
Yet each time, the first steps are easy
Later payments getting ever harder
Mounting dues can make one queasy
It can be hunger and an empty larder
Interest becomes the pound of flesh
With debts spiralling out of control
Raw need and sympathy never mesh
As timely repayment is ever the goal
Whether institutional or private loan
More than money may be involved
Property as capital soon sets the tone
And any timely exit is rarely solved
Pleasant outcomes appear quite rare
Borrowing is always a slippery slope
With risk of ending in a pit of despair
And yet for some, there is still hope