Misers Poems

It's In Their Nature

‘Twas the night before Christmas and baby 
Liz-Beth cried, crawled, and sat waiting for me.
My police neighbor trains a NARC doggy
Liz sees, does, and sits by her need…daddy.

‘Twas the night before Christmas with kitty 
run up our tree limbs from NARC-BARK doggy.
Families oldest—not me—son Kenny
went out on a limb. Said, ”Come here Monkey.”

‘Twas the night before Christmas…Slippery 
slides on floors and walls. Very neighborly
keeping feet on chairs and tables. Snotty
caught a cold it can’t shake—from son Franky.

‘Twas the night before Christmas…Alexy
is a skater. All seasons with Nosey
her bandit raccoon get very messy.
Alexy’s coon will be skating someday.

‘Twas the night before Christmas—misers turn
as a Fifth Avenue trunk is well-earn
for the unwrapped gifts are of no concern.
Emptied pool covers bike/motorbike--yearn.

Shekinah Crown Evolutions

Within the wicked wash
a shekinah crown of thorns
is tossed to you
offered to you
Hold on to it- titanium tight
faith demands 
a blood palm sacrifice

Keep sextant eyes 
on the pale horse horizon
seek that golden island
One key stroke at a  time
through the mirage of  time
stay ahead of famished tides
the selfish biters
plutonium misers

You've finally arrived
It was there all the        time
the evolution of a pastel mind 
the evolution of tranquility
the evolution of eternity
the evolutions of you.

Who mocks at whom

Magpies musing to get money,
Mock at misers sans magnanimity.
Lands laugh at those that wend
Their way mumbling: my land, my land.
Lover, at the lady-love’s spouse,
Proud, playing with the love-child in his house.
Death scorns, laughing aloud
At the battle-scarred king in shroud.                   
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Translation |07.08.2024| free verse, fun  
The Sanskrit verse:

arthaah hasanti uchita- daana viheena lubdham 
bhoomyoh hasanti mama bhoomih iti bruvaanam |
jaaraah hasanti tanayaan upa-laalayantam 
mrtyuh hasati avanipam rana-ranga- bheerum ||

Applause

Let me repeatedly unite my two hands
For the feat like feet on wet sands,
I can infect with euphoria my band 
For the just seen, all-too-grand!
You yourself twang your lead guitar strings
Making their subject king of kings!

Applause, also a thumping of piano keys
That a chaos of praises frees;
An intoxicated crowd standing like trees,
Some minutes to Admiration lease.
A reward for breathless musical raps,
In wrestling commending some resounding slaps…

Applause for Misers donations
Echoes not across nations,
The one stirred by million dollars
Loudly heard Earth shakers:
The First, often sickly in Resonance
The second a Swaying Assonance…

On guarantee, an attack of one’s ear drum
By persons who hadn’t neared rum,
Merrily approving the superb
Or simply sympathizing with the drab.

Human Denials and Divine Gifts

At the portal gate,
I was denied access...
But God made me
pass through the hole
of the needle...
 They denied me
the soup of the poor,
for me to perish...
But from above I received
food from the gods...
The misers denied me
coins for my livelihood...
But a righteous man offered me
portion of his profits as an aid...
  they wanted to delete
my memories
and feelings...
But from the higher I received
divine poetry for
my inspiration...!

William Kekaula- Generosity Worthy of Emulation

In a world full of
misers and robbers, he gave
away prizes in
cash. His generosity
I applaud and wish to say
we get back what we
give many times multiplied.
Also what we don't 
desire we surely have. He
will get more than what he gave.

8th March 2021
Inspiration: Recent contest where he gave prizes of poetry soup membership to many.

Money

Money

The most preferred content of a bulging envelope 
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.

Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades of Chiefs;
Motivator of wildfire ambitions!
Rooms widening for intuitions!

A guarantor of treasured privileges,
Has had people plucked from stagnant villages;
Money is a capital concern to all bursars,
As much, the singular obsession of grabbing misers

To whom making it is pretty hard,
Once with little, turns its fierce guard!

Not itself an edible 
But makes each one saleable.
The reward to tune-singing piper,
His beads of perspiration, best wiper;
The trusted charmer of a woman
To nearly all her man says “Amen”

Clocks

There are clock of all shapes and sizes, 
Clocks that are given as prizes,
Clocks that hold surprises,
Clocks that are collected by misers.

There are clocks slow to unwind,
Clocks that can withstand the wind
Clocks that readily spring to mind.

There are clocks that regulate,
Clocks that articulate, 
Clocks without a date,
Clocks we use to decorate.

Clocks that are second to none,
Clocks that tell us when our work is done,
Clocks that stand all alone.

But there is one clock we should pay more attention to,
Your body clock is made especially for you,
And if you want to keep doing what you do,
Then it is time you listened to what it is asking of you.

Gold Is In Style

She has a heart of gold.
No I think. She was a witch to me.
I want to get as many golden things in this bathroom as I can.
I shudder; hating all the mismatched gold that is already there.

This gold coin came from my grandmother’s. 
Is it worth anything? Maybe. But it is too late to ask grandma.
She probably kept it for some reason. 
Too bad you did not talk to her when she was alive.

A solid gold Christmas tree. You should see it!
I have no desire, but I do want to see the gold butter cow.
She is molded out of pure butter
Living at the Iowa State Fair every single year.

Misers all of you. Wanting more and more gold.
Collecting it from the N.R.A. 
At the expense of lots of innocent people
Who will die thanks to your AK’s and your lack of concern.

Gold – more important than lives.
We would have never guessed this in the 60’s.
Or the 70’s, or the 80’s. 
What has happened?  Gold over lives. Sadly.

Filthy Filthy

Filthy filthy
Foolish flake thieves
Dirty tricks up their sleeves
Hurting good people and destroying our earth-
Their very essence has no worth.

The duds of humanity
The ickness of vanity.
The mere mad misers-
The filthy filthy
Colonizers !

Witness

I see hell,
I see fire,
I see more than desired.
I see truth, 
I see liars,
I see all we've inspired. 
I see planets,
I see cages,
I see war for all ages.
I see ants,
I see men,
I see it happen again.
I see hope,
As it falls,
But still captures us all.
We will brawl,
Till we crawl
Against the walls. 

I see heroes,
I see cynics,
I see all that they mimic.
I see angels,
I see saints,
I see lives that they taint.
I see Gods 
I see Devils,
I see misers as they revel.
I see living,
I see dead,
I see rot on God's good bread,

I see comets,
I see black holes 
And sentience on the threshold.
I see prescience 
To behold,
I see travesties to be told.
I see life
that is free, 
Just past eternity
I see plans,
I see lies,
I see all we despise,
I see jesus as he dies,
And is picked apart by flies.
I see god 
In his grave, 
I see none of us are safe.

Humans

So few needs that humans have
that some say bread and water.
Forgetting clothes and shelter
to leave you cold or hotter.

Who will make their list up
of what it takes to live?
and who will cross it off
should they be one to give?

Some will call them cheapskates,
skinflints, even misers.
Those who would pass judgement:
ignorant and chastisers.

So share yourself with others,
that rich may know the poor.
and both will be the wiser
forsaking all the boor.

Then think of those with nothing,
to know their many needs.
Remembering food and water
is the least of what they heed.

Our Minds

We will forever be carrying the lamp of redemption
On top of the high seas we utter in silence
That we are the misers the lepers of instinct 
We sit through the words of the beaten the battered
The movement will cry out that we have forsaken
The burdens of culture in structure we cry out
We shall listen to those that are thrown in the deep end
We always will be but never to be uttered
Our hearts will be born from the minds of shattered
Forgotten we are through the sound of an echo
So let me be brief be more truthful than white light
You will only see us when you have your eyes closed
We will never be more than what we are in pages
In stages of if, when and then the conclusion
To serve is a cause never to be repeated
And let us be frank we will never be seated
Glory to those that have been solely structured
It matters to them that we look to the learned
Compounded we are but never to be bounded 
Yet grounded we be through the minds of the founders

By Athi godlo

One Choice, One Step

The end of days draws in so fast.
Nothing we know will ever last.
For some, time feels like real ice;
Be it lousy, or  be it so nice.
Time flies against their will.
Nothing stops it, no one will.
We can change how we live.
We can learn how to give.
We can live like frowning isles.
We can live with shiny smiles.
We can be as mean as misers.
We can be as kind as givers.
The choice we make time will tell,
How we honor or how we sell!
The choice we make remains ill.
It dies away without a will.
The choice is just one tiny step,
There will be more you have to prep.
Between the cup and the lip. 
There is but many a sip.

13/7/2014

M's and S's

Might need to work on this a bit; tried to make a poem with words starting with M and S only.
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Ministers serenade motley misers
Mostly seeming sincere – maybe!
Morose morons, shaving slivers 
Masters sharing money-see!

Messer’s mumble silly sentiment
Sold mainly, so morons see
Many misters make Miss Malcontent
Madder mostly, so say’s she!

Mercy, save me – seriously 
Main-stake must mean - mooning me!
So Mr. Minister miserly 
Muster means and sanity!

Serenade me, moron soon
Money maker – misconstrued
Surely master’s measly spoon 
Means misery - so sweetly screwed!

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