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I-Robby
Robby had been married going on eight years,
2hen his Marie demanded a divorce,
whe had been planning, lawyering up,
and instantly dragged it into the court.
Poor Robby had not seen it coming,
he thought things had been going quite well,
he could barely deal with loosing his love,
much less navigating Family Court hell.
Worst still Marie had cleaned out their accounts,
so he had to borrow from his parents,
just to afford a junior lawyer,
in truth, Robby was unable to bear it.
Being separated from his two boys,
being along with no partner if life…
What could he have done to ever have earned
the enmity of his once loving wife?
The proceedings, they just kept dragging on,
and Robby faced insurmountable bills,
then one day Marie claimed that he’d hit her,
that his temper was always set to kill?!
Robby’s family gawked in disbelief,
their boy never even been in a fight,
they all tried to say the Marie had lied,
but she played the judge’s sympathies right.
Men don’t fare well in Family Courts,
in the end Rob lost near sixty percent,
add the that alimony, child support,
and no custody of his two children.
The young men felt his world crashing on down,
but the worst of it was yet to come,
Marie’s claims made their way up to his boss,
and within weeks, Rob’s position was gone.
When he told the judge he was out of work,
and his payments would have to be changed,
she said,”I’ll have to investigate this,
many dead-beats go to lengths to not pay.”
That dragged on for several long months,
and Robby was already long broke,
one morning a cop waited on his front door,
and with a sneer, glared at Robby and spoke:
“We have got a complaint that you have not
paid up on this month’s child support.
A warrant has been issued for your arrest,
I really hate dealing with your sort!”
He tried to explain his words with the judge,
but the officer really didn’t care,
dragged into court, Rob found the same judge,
glowering down at him from her chair.
“Your wife needs those payments to survive,
nut you seem to think this is a joke,
so you’re going to spend a week in jail,
and learn an important lesson, I hope.”
As to the judge’s biased nature,
Robby no longer had any doubts,
and none there knew that when he went away,
never more would he ever come out…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Isn’t that my grandma standing right there in that queue
Where that queue is heading to I do not have a clue
So I don’t know why Grandma’s there or what she plans to do
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
The queue is moving slowly, just one step now and again
But just once in a while it seems to move on nine or ten
I still don’t get the reason Grandma’s standing in that queue
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
The attraction, I don’t get it
Why do they stand in line
The answer? You can bet it
Isn’t destined to be mine
A little satisfaction
I would get if only I
Could figure out the reason
That my grandma seems so high
I’ve noticed that my grandma’s spent some time upon her hair
And when I look I see that there’s more older ladies there
They all seem keen but I can’t see, the reason for this queue
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
I know it’s Grandmas’s business and I wouldn’t want to pry
She’s putting on her lipstick and I cannot figure why
I don’t know why she’s using drops to make her eyes more blue
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
The attraction, I don’t get it
Why do they stand in line
The answer? You can bet it
Isn’t destined to be mine
A little satisfaction
I would get if only I
Could figure out the reason
That my grandma seems so high
I simply had to find out what my gran was all about
Could she be mad, confused, or should she not have been let out
I snuck in just behind her and we moved on with the queue
And when she turned and spoke to me, I got myself a clue.,.
She said, I’m not so old; I’m eighty years and then a few
And, Darlin’, by the looks of it, I feel younger than you
But I got word that men are sitting upfront of this queue…
It’s a dollar for a kiss…… and so I’ve paid up front for two
My dear old grandma winked at me and begged me for a buck
She said, “Now I can see the front, I can’t believe my luck.”
I had to ask why did she want a dollar out of me
She said, “I’ve paid up front for two…… But now I fancy three.
“Your gramps and me had sixty years of faithful, married bliss
but now he’s gone, it’s been a while since I enjoyed a kiss
But one of them there fellas looks like David Hasselhoff
If only I had known… I would’ve left my knickers off!”
I am posting this for Carol B., there is only one way my friend.
“How do you plead?” he shouted and stared.
I was startled and dazed, alone, cold, and scared.
My mind was confused and starting to race.
What are these charges I now seem to face?
Last thing I remember, was hitting my head.
Maybe that’s it, I thought, maybe, I’m dead.
It was difficult to orient myself to the room,
giving off an impending deep feeling of doom.
A husky voice bellowed, “Do you have a plea?”
I didn’t understand what was happening to me.
“It’s a simple little question. I’ll ask once again.
In the life you were given, were you guilty of sin?”
I was seeking composure, unsure what to do.
I stammered confessing, “There have been a few.”
He began to unravel a lengthy white scroll.
As he scanned down the pages, I saw his eyes roll.
I wanted to speak, not knowing if I should.
Then, “Guilty as charged!” as gavel struck wood.
“But wait” I objected, “That doesn’t make sense.
Have I no opportunity to mount a defense?
I have made mistakes like your document reads,
but I’ve given my time, done many good deeds.”
He gave me a nod, but proclaimed, “It’s too late!
The presence of sin cannot pass through the gate.
The works you have done are not up for review.
Our directive is simple, who gets to go through.
Your sentence is death!” he proceeded to say.
“How will you resolve this debt you must pay?”
I felt my knees buckle as I dropped to the floor.
A light started glowing like I’ve not seen before.
A resounding voice then began to cascade.
“By the blood of the lamb, his debt has been paid!
For, he hath proclaimed his faith in the Son.
So written in the Word, now let it be done.”
That gavel slammed down an ear-popping sound.
“In light of the evidence that now has been found,
with debts all paid up and a life free of sin …,
well done faithful servant, you may now enter in.”
As a door opened up, light shown on my bed.
My wife said, “Wake up! I know you’re not dead.”
This candidate has a background of varied industries and roles.
The experiences help me bond opposition to engage their souls.
Bravely bringing a refreshing personality and approach to tasks.
The passion forces those I connect with to remove their masks.
These lost clients cooperated for me, unlike my predecessors.
The legacy causes big shoes to be filled for my successors.
This yields an unusual level of outstanding balances collected.
Causing head scratching from outcomes better than expected.
By cleaning up these accounts with the loyal janitor mindset.
I’ve made delinquent accounts appear as if they had a reset.
Thoughtfully evaluating balances and prioritizing my attacks.
Analyzing to determine when and how to focus on the acts.
Balancing my time of calls and emails with appropriate efforts.
To creatively break through barriers of the protected AP forts.
With 8 years at Passport Services I prepared to be an A/R star.
Cendyn let me prove my skills, so I dropped down the aging far.
Making new contacts and seeing millions roll in their account.
Watching the old balances paid up made me cheer and shout.
I’m prepared to track your revenue as deposits post each day.
Thanks for reading these lines to hear what an AR poet can say.
It’s not a standard cover-letter, as I give more than expected.
To mend fences with clients and make a company respected.
Clearly you have other candidates to fully consider and review.
But this free agent is on the market, so contact me to interview.
If your automobile insurance was all paid up to date
And you suffered a loss, just what would you say?
Would you say, “Mr. Repairman, I will pay the bill”
I don’t believe Allstate will do what they say they will
If one paid for your families health insurance policy
And a family member had to have a small biopsy
Would you have the confidence to make a claim?
Or pay it yourself, since they weren’t to blame?
If one bought life insurance for your burial and plot
And you died, would your survivor say, thanks a lot
But I think I will pay for this all out of my own pocket
After all it was not me, but another that bought it?
If you owed a debt so big that you just could not pay?
And one who loves you said He paid it all in one day
Would you continue in futility to pay, in unbelief
And pay for all eternity, a promise you can’t keep?
If you were on death row, for all of yours sins to die
And someone gave their life for you a sacrifice
Would you start a new life, like you were born again
Or continue to live your old life of shame and sin
Jesus paid your debt, Gods word is your guarantee
All you need was paid by Jesus death upon a tree
You can pay the cost, not believing you are free
Or cast all your cares on Jesus, fully redeemed
If you can trust Allstate to do what they say they'll do
Then surely you can trust in the Word of God too
If you can trust when 'you’re in good hands” they say
Then trust the nail prints in His, It's you He died to save
We had ourselves a time last night
the card game bordered on theft,
but there was no trouble at all thank God
the losers paid up and left.
The younger men with wives and kids
went home to their early nights,
with their egos went the worry
of there being any fights.
We old divorcees and widowers
would stay until the dawn,
there being no comforts left at home
all of them long since gone.
Alone except for each other
we share an age old bond,
gruff old men with ailments
our camaraderie has grown fond.
We know better but it’s too late
nobody listens anymore,
making the same old mistakes we did
trashing marriages and fighting wars.
Our poker is penny ante
like our income and politics,
others ended up with the money
while we were getting our kicks.
All of us have stood at the forefront
with weapons or tools in hand,
to build a better safer world
we never broke or ran.
Suffering mud and disrespect
long hours with aching feet,
facing up to the challenges
refusing to be beat.
Companies governments and exes
stripped us to the bone,
taking all we had salted away
even the comforts of home.
But we know for certain in our hearts
the kind of race we’ve run,
finishing without gain or glory
still convinced we won.
Because our nation stands intact
where our children are living free,
built with nerve and sweat and blood
and that’s reward enough for me.
The police are everywhere
And barracks are empty,
I see military fatigue, locusts
I see firearms that can make the devil blush
I see the MK 18 mod 1 carbine whose libido is famed abroad
I see the Glock 17 Semi-automatic Pistol which shoots from the hip before you blink
I see the Mossberg 500 shot gun, if it kills you, you die
Another M2 Browning .50 caliber heavy machine gun, held by the fed
The AK 47, whose history is grave
And many bloodstained weapons
They have come to arrest the chicken thief
He stole it, killed it, cooked it, exhibit!
They will hand him over, in tatters
The judge will be jailing
The Warden will be waiting
The radio will be reading
The Minister means
Security this time
Tell me, I pray
What will the thief offer the paid-up police, like the governors do?
What will the thief offer the tired judge, to kill the grudge like the Directors do?
What will the thief offer the curious editor, to kill the story like the Chiefs do?
What will the thief offer the giant warden, to spare the rod like the Managers do?
What will the thief offer the Minister, to look away like the Ministers do?
The Police are everywhere
The thief will offer
The cooked Chicken
To the Police today
Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Invent a machine feed it Homeric fire
No enjambement perfect rhyme rhythm metre folds
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Whoever tops the charts which poem's ire
Shines through Apollo's defiant mien Zeus scolds
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Ne'er short the naive champion of the ephemère
Paid up club member the mutual backscratcher roles
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Machine that thinks can it rasa taste inspire
Mete out criteria merit sound sense enfolds
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Art of artifice best profits business liar
Poets at the stakes burn to free the poems' souls
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 15, 2018
COST NOTHING TO DO THE CARE TO LOVE IS FREE---
It cost nothing to say ”how are you”;
It cost nothing to say that I care;
It cost nothing to pray for your fellow man
Will you won’t you just care…
Cost nothing
Cost nothing to do it, cost nothing to do it, nothing to do it;
It cost nothing to love unconditionally and
How are you as I say I care?
As I pray for you and yours
Cost me nothing to see you’re well cared for..
Cost me nothing you see
It’s all part of being in God’s holy family;
The cost of the dealt already paid for on the cross;
My choice to repent you see Jesus has already paid, paid for it;
So now my redemption is freed;
My salvation is free;
Christ has paid the price, paid up the cost for me;
It cost nothing to say “how are you”
And it cost nothing to say I love you
And it cost nothing to say I care so for you;
And that I am here
For you see God’s love is and mine is not for sale
The love we have is free
You see God’s love is free
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
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