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Premium Member What Happened Two Hundred Fifty Years Ago? A Small Win?

Did the Yankees win?  

Without sin  

Challenging monarchy rule  

Characterizing King as a fool  

Escaping angry courts  

Exploring adventurous ports  

They came to a new world  

Searching for patriotic pearls  

Combatting rag tag war  

Against red coated boars  

Who thought they knew best  

Putting rebellious subjects under arrest  

Charging them for throwing tea  

Into the Boston Harbor Sea  

Defined as freedom of speech 

Protest reached  

Many others  

American brothers 

Wanting representation when taxed  

Stating facts  

Until the royals surrendered  

Historians remember
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Tax Collector Chief

There was a tax collector chief
Who lived in storied Jericho.
He gave the people scant relief; 
His stature and regard were low.

Zacchaeus was his given name;
His job: to keep the Roman purse.
His title brought him little fame;
The people called him “dog” or worse.

See, Zacc lived off the people’s toil;
Collecting extra, he would snitch.
Their anger flared, their blood did boil,
For on their backs, he grew quite rich.

And then one day did Jesus stroll
Right through the town and on his way.
Jerusalem, his stated goal;
A greater debt there he would pay.

For out in droves, the crowds he drew;
As Jesus passed, they lined the streets.
Zacchaeus, short, begged for a view;
But they just scoffed at his entreats.

Afraid he’d miss this “Son of Man,”
This carpenter from Galilee,
‘Twas then Zacchaeus hatched a plan;
He ran ahead and climbed a tree.

Now sycamores inform the keen,
For they don’t grow inside the town;
The people liked their village clean;
These drop their leaves upon the ground.

When Jesus paused, looked up to say,
“Zacchaeus, hurry down from there,
For I must stay with you today,”
We know that he had passed town-square.

Then quickly, Zacchaeus came down;
With joy, received him as his guest.
This made the people grumble, frown
That Jesus would a sinner bless.

“A half of all my goods, O Lord,
I give in service to the poor;
Where I’ve defrauded, in accord,
I pledge to pay it back times four.”

“Salvation,” said the Son of Man,
“Has come right here this very day,
For you’re a son of Abraham,
And I seek those who’ve lost their way.”

And thus, the shepherd sought the one,
Revealed the kingdom in new light;
Salvation came as God’s own son
Pursued lost sinners, made them right.

Yes, Jesus entered Jericho
En route to old Jerusalem;
In a repeat of long ago,
The walls came tumbling down again.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Despair Tax

Too much to do looms
like storm clouds above my desk,
heavy with despair
I stare into candle flames
hearing deadlines gnash their teeth.

Within a bubble,
I call avoidance self-care,
hide beneath soft screams;
but my body knows the truth—
comfort loves hiding away.

Encased I feel safe
until the walls grow too close,
air thins, stinks with fear
each new unopened letter
becomes another locked jaw.

Outside, people march
with tired hope in hands and heart,
though bruised, still awake
finding cure for helplessness
inside the struggle itself

I start one small task,
cross one inhibition off;
suddenly my lungs
remember how breathing works
when action enters the room.

Perhaps I’ll own less,
perhaps the world stays unfair,
perhaps love still fails;
yet facing fire head-on
makes the spirit stand up tall.

There’s a despair tax
for caring deeply enough
to keep fighting back;
but the truest form of relief
is to turn around, face it.
Form: Tanka

Apple To Pay Tax Back

The EU Commissioner to do with competition, 
Ruled against Apple’s avoidance of Euro tax,
By homing itself in southern Ireland, evasion, 
Where it doesn’t pay tax in a double Irish fax. 

One ramification of Brexit is that the good EU, 
Will be looking in this divorce proceedings interim, 
At other filters of finance for its adhesive glue,  
At other ways to support its productions and vim. 

The thing is, I expected this rational reflection, 
For some time, since the many shamed the greats, 
When in 2015 Amazon was sought for collection, 
Along with Google and Starbucks, at the gates.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Flatulence Tax

I can't believe what I heard on the automobile radio the other day!
'Tis further proof that nuts are on the loose and the world is in disarray!

European environmentalists, among others, who, mighty weird things espouse,
Are proposing, and I kid you not, a flatulence tax on every farmer's cows!

They claim flatulence by those innocent creatures pollute the air we breathe!
I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but this I know, it makes me seethe!

Imagine if you will the reams of records that over-burdened farmers must keep,
On each Black Angus, Jersey and Guernsey cow as well as goats and sheep!

Humankind is also prone to this curse, a subject upon which I dare not dwell,
But I really fear that politicians may impose a flatulence tax on us as well!

Lord have mercy!  Let's hope and pray that the IRS doesn't get "wind" of this!
You could be jailed for not paying such a tax if they would find that you're remiss!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Tax Time Blues

I am all confused about income tax credits 
Now you ask about something called debits? 
This is really driving me insane with a pain. 
Do I get interest at all for capital gains? 
What can I tell you about common stocks? 
Now liabilities and stockholder’s lock box, 
Is this really a case of stretching my brain? 
All this taxes take our money with no gain. 
Balance sheet increase, this just sounds crazy 
Income statement and loss, this is so hazy! 
It feels like my eyes are just filled with grain. 
Thank you the day is done and it was no fun 
Look at this accounting spreadsheet again? 
Help me lord, now I know I’m going insane! 


Comments:  This is a free verse narrative poem.  I had intended to make it a 
sonnet on taxation.  It was written during an income tax accounting class.  Input 
was received from several students.  Some thought it was really funny, and 
others thought it was very serious. It was read by the professor the week before 
finals and was very motivational.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Save Max Pay Tax

SAVE MAX, PAY TAX

             Burdened in multiple networks of Tax?
            Being stress-free, how to really relax?
                     Not to be paramount.
                   Keep update your account.
           Prepare Income-Tax file using syntax.

           Manage your expenses and maintenance.
           Frame your credits and debits of Finance.
                    Don’t act careless or lax.
                    Pay prompt your income tax.
          Do not miss the date of return by chance.                                     

       
     12/28/18
                   
     'EARLY FEBRUARY 2019' Contest by Brian Strand
Form: Limerick

Premium Member MEET THE TAX MAN

A devious insurance man named 
Max, became a billionaire,
Many moons ago, was only known 
As a millionaire,
Now in express mode to become 
A trillionaire,
An innocuous looking man knocked
On this billionaire’s
Door, said he was a Tax Officer who 
Dealt with non-payment of taxes,
Being a bit of a nerd, the rich man
Immediately collapses,
The taxman asked, do you know 
Why I’m here,
No, but it is to do with 
My money I fear,
Seems you don’t understand,
Take my advice, stop thinking of 
It as your money, it is now ours.
For on your tax returns we have
Spent months days and hours.

Premium Member The Tax Man

They tax your husband,
They tax your wife.
They tax your children,
Leave them with strife.

They tax the poor,
But never the rich.
Your taxes soar,
With flicks of a switch.

They tax your car,
They tax your house.
They go too far,
They'd tax a mouse.

They tax the lottery,
They tax your clothes.
They tax the pottery,
They tax a rose.

They tax your check,
It's quite unfair.
What the heck,
They tax the air.

They tax your pension,
They tax your food.
We feel the tension,
And ruin our mood.

We stress and strive,
The simple facts is.
We fight to survive,
They bury us in taxes.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sometimes We Pay Extra

Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from 
An extreme  hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers 
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive 
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to 
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in 
An eternal suffering

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