Long Repossess Poems
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Thank you Lord
For a new beginning
Thank you Lord
For the grace to overcome
The vagaries of the old year
Show me the way to go Lord
For you are my divine compass
The way the truth and life
Thank you father for the new year
Lead me father every inch of the way
For the roads are strewn with mines
They are strewn with demonic entanglement
They are threatened by the desire to look back
And be turned into a pillar of salt
I move forward with confidence
Assured You are with me always
And no one can be against me
On this journey of righteousness
To repossess what rightly
Belongs to me
Where a year seems like an eternity to you
getting through to tomorrow is progress
Never have such words rang so true
You were a paddle less canoe
Caught in the rapids under stress
Where a year seems like an eternity to you
Day after day you have to come through
Fighting the white water with finesse
Getting through to tomorrow is progress
Rapids after rapids come into view
A mind in turmoil the waves caress
Where a year seems like an eternity to you
That inner strength you must renew
the doubting mind may cause distress
Getting through to tomorrow is progress
Subdue your fears your dreams pursue
Reassess your future those dreams you repossess
Where a year seems like an eternity to you
Getting through to tomorrow is progress
Crashing waves pound the shore dashing wildly up the sand
until exhausted, they reach their limit then,
bubbling, drift back into the sea.
Like lovers that rush towards you with ardent intensity
until they get so close, it scares you.
Slowly, you let them drift away.
Ideas that pour a thousand times from your young mind
until grownups gradually dash your hopes,
you slide to mediocrity.
Paris, Rome, a short romance, marriage "I'll love you forever," they said
until they found another.
Four years it was; you never knew.
Children bought up with love, wonder, and excitement
until inevitably, one by one, they leave.
Drifting further away from you.
"Buy this buy that we'll let you have the money, the payments good, it's all fine"
until the crash, the loss.
They repossess your house, your home.
Pats on the back, "well done for 30 years you are a credit to the firm"
until you got replaced.
You're 52 and out of work.
A fresh new wave pounds the shore dashing wildly up the sand
until it touches the tips of your toes;
you follow it back to the sea.
A Parody for Soupers based on the song, 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town.'
You better not shout
You better not sigh
You better not pout
I'm telling you why...
PS Admin is makin' the rounds
They are bound
to be making a list
and checkin' it twice
They're keepin' tabs on who's naughty and nice
They'll know when you cause trouble
Someone will pimp you out
They'll take action on the double (not)
Asking, "What is this all about?"
You better not bully
Or use a curse word
Cuz in Poetry Soup
You'll be labeled a turd
You better not be a troll
Cuz it's a crime
Harassment takes a toll
Even if it's done in rhyme
PS Admin wants poets to have a goal
To be nice to each other without blocking
If you do you may find a lump of coal
In the toe of your Christmas stocking
You better not fire your gun
Then your comment gets deleted
That's called a 'hit and run'
An offense that shouldn't be repeated
PS Admin always reads what you're typing
Sent from your IP address
So, you better stop all your griping
Or your account they will repossess
You better not be cruel and mean
Or you'll find yourself in a deep abyss
Kicked out for being a drama king or queen
Having PS Admin's butt to kiss
Every story has two sides
Sometimes they believe the wrong one
The one where the snide villain hides
After their dirty work has been done
They frown on those who harp on negativity
Team Poetry Soup finds it rather banal
For which some among us have a proclivity
In other words, to make it clear, Don't be a.n.a.l
You better not write of hate
It's best not to be accused
So if some of you can relate
It's better known as being abused
If guilty, you'll get nuttin' for Christmas
But if you insist on being bad
There'll be no POTD for you on Christmas
If you make PS Administrators mad
You don't have to worry about Santa Claus
Just don't make Team Poetry Soup frown
Or you'll get kicked out for breaking their laws
Cuz they have the power to shut you down
The remnants of what we built don't wash away with the seasonal rain;
They sit like heavy clay at the bottom of a dried-up borehole.
Perhaps our calendar together was short, a brief lease on happiness,
A whispered contract written on water, a fleeting relief from the wind.
We used to dance with heavy words until the midnight cold broke,
Believing we could reclaim a connection the city had already priced out.
With every stride across the unpaved roads, our bond tried to take flight,
A stubborn fire we fed with dry wood, burning too bright to last.
Your laughter used to echo off the corrugated roofs, a sharp melody,
A local rhythm that our solitary souls could never quite match.
But like the dust kicked up by a passing vehicle, our time went astray,
Leaving a heavy silence behind, a funeral song for a love we couldn't budget.
Yet I am not wandering blindly through this psychological wreckage.
I bring my heavy chest back to the Kgotla of my mind, finding peace with the Creator.
I recite the heavy verses of the old people, the stories they never put in textbooks,
Sifting through lands that the maps forgot, where love once had a name.
I will return to the edge of the rapids for the echoes of my final verse,
Not as a broken man, but burning softly like a lantern in Kachikau nights.
Whether the community notices my footprint or not,
I will come and go,Leaving behind these blunt whispers of what it means to survive the frost.
In the thick stillness of the Chobe night, when the engines finally stop,
I will deposit my secrets into the sand, knowing love remains an unpayable debt
A quiet, unyielding asset that even the coldest winter cannot repossess.
Form:
I sit here looking at the road ahead
With a bold vision saturated in my head
I have a strong platform on which to stand
I am moving gingerly on this delicate land
clearing the debris and obstacle along the way
I am making a monumental headway
Eliminating all the distractions around me
I have repossess absolute authority
My mind is clear and my judgement is sound
The road ahead is onward bound
The sound of water is trickling beneath me
And the rubble are swimming above me
I place my foot upon the solid rock
removing that awful stumbling block
The wind raised havoc in the air
And the sun heat penetrates the trees
making its way towards me but it was not
strong enough to over power me
God's power form a barricade around me
and a strong covering to protect me
Naked stones sprouting around
playing hopscotch on the barren ground
The birds have migrated to the other side
And crickets are having jamboree inside
The birds are murmuring in the air
Their guitars are out of tune
and they are all looking confused
I kept focusing on the road ahead
absorbing the energy from the sunlit sky
and the guidance of bright angles walking by my side.
Ma lied to me about using credit cards
she'd taken in my name, notices
told the tale. I let them repossess
my car to keep post-Uni plans
for the Emerald Isle, which I liked to consider
my homeland. Filed bankruptcy at twenty-four.
Felt like I could handle city streets and what better
way to find yourself after learning how little you know
those who love ya. The boy from Dublin English School
and I battled sticks at Stephen's Green, went on
to teach and I did my time at a school
in Waterford run by a Canadian lunatic, which
I now recall as one of those best of times, sniffing
good and hard at the marker board to cloud my mind
from fear, pints of Murphys before class some mornings.
Meant to say cans because ya don't walk with pints,
though I probably would have. So I made it through
and liked the authority. Fast-forward
and boy-man from Dublin English School said
come teach in Italy they've got space, and before
I could blink at the roses he'd shoved me
so hard to concrete for reasons unknown (pints actually),
that I absconded to a pal's in Leeds and started dancing
(fork in the road). Missing Dublin so I called myself Dallas.
A childhood friend came to Leeds at Christmas, later
married the pal who'd put me up (fork had potential). No need
to bother about cliches on meant to be's, anything
can happen. I went home with a multitude scattered on winds
forgave my Ma with a distance. Didn't know
which one to pick so I built a wall and started Grad school
for Counseling. But you could say I was haunted
by equivocal longing for that green place. Aced
my first exam in Intro to Pharmacology and ed off
to clouds of smoke for eight or nine years and they were good
ones and I let go of notions that things need finding.
Things come in curious ways to fall apart and come back
together. What better way is there?
A listless wall-clock tocks.
Pedestrians sleep-walk to their garages,
strung out nightwalkers arrive home
to unwind main springs.
Neighborhood cats want in and dogs out.
Pet-free I arise
to pee.
Hung upon marshmallow bones
I roll back onto the perspiring mattress,
Its pillows are still drunk on mind-fog.
The slamming of distant doors
tweaks fine ear hairs.
The clock stops to rethink the notion of time,
hands flop out of its face,
those hands will never reach the floor,
not until bare feet repossess the rug,
nor until my toes can hack their way through
its pile weave jungle,
only then
will the wall commence to tick,
and a thick-tongued world clock in.
A great new loan rate
for your New Year plans
it is the very best
each week we gain more fans.
We"ll screw you blooming silly
yes we will milk you dry,
have you paying interest
till the day you die!
Much worse than a student loan
or an equity release
we hound you every week,
you never get no peace.
We"re an experienced provider
with award-winning product range
if you don"t get in touch
we"ll think you very strange.
You can cry "Mis-sold"
when you try to go to court
but we have stitched you up
and your efforts we will thwart.
We even sell you health care
that when you might be ill,
we promise you the earth
but you took to many pills!
There is no credit crunch
you are our money onus
don"t believe the press reports
that we made a ten Mill bonus!
You cause damaging delay
to this countries January sales
if you don"t sign up now
the World economy could fail!
We do nothing but special offers
of that you will discover
we even say no way
to warranty breakdown cover.
We bring it all together
you get ten days for free
then process you so quick
you"re locked in without a key!
So you pick up that phone
and give us quick a call
why would a decent person
even attempt to stall.
You know your Country needs you
there is no stumbling block
my goodness you must hurry
it is going limited stock!
You have made us happy Bankers
what more can be said
oh, we need to repossess your home
your balance just turned Red!
So sorry about that
but you should not have bet
that in this World decline
you could repay our debt.
Well a lesson has been learned
you must stay out the Red
don"t part with hard earned cash
just shove it below your bed!
Too many are so greedy
at first you might not see,
but if you really must lose money
just send it all to Me!
Just because I had a job
Doesn't mean I was gainfully employed
Or could afford my college degrees
Or even to eat, to sleep
So working low wage jobs 2nd shift
Was one way to look as if
I was head above water till I got too sick
I too was homeless
But for my car
Which they could not find to repossess
Only because it was my last link to hope
But this too would be a rope that would hang me
I couldn't afford the car either
Nor gas, oil, parking let alone insurance
I found ways to bathe
At the gas station
the laundromat
Then off to work smelling clean
With a sordid secrete
I too slept with the deer at the park
Where a sign said "Park closed after dark"
But I know God's rules didn't deny me
Park or simple joys of moonlight
Just because the economy tossed
My budget like a salad
And I made a pallet
In the car homeless today
Car-less soon
But not forever
This too shall pass.