You have to admit that the online world is one of competition
You have to seriously stand out to gain popularity and recognition
To create and design applications that grabs at the heart of the people
This is a task and a responsibility that would only seem simple
You have to have the time and the staff to be able to do so
You would need the money and willing sponsors for the growth
Let's not mention the reviews and opinions of others as well
You would also need a couple of in-app purchases to help it sell
Staying on top of all the registered complaints is also what it entails
Being smart enough to have a back up plan if it isn't successful enough
To be a top notch app developer, man it must be tough.
Honey, I bought a rose for you to prove that all things die
But even in death they live on that's why i bent my knee and smiled
you to remember
happier times
you to remember
happier times
Honey i wrote a note for you to prove I'm still alive
With a polaroid photo to bring memories to light
you to remember
happier times
you to remember
happier times
Honey don't cry
If else then
Live more life than I've lived
Tribute me with acts of true joy that money cannot give
Our laughter filled the air like the rainbows of little kids
Reanimate me through comedy the crucifix of your banes
We sang through our sorrows and laughed through our pains
And if you may remember me in lonesome silence and grief
There's a piece of me I've left in you to treasure and relive
Like recitations
"I need the money honey..."
Standing under the hot summer sun
on the asphalt too hot to touch
start right here the boss does say
two feet wide and four feet down
you stare across the parking lot
you have to dig to the other side
a pick and shovel are all you have
and a long hard job to do
take the pick and swing it down
and feel it hit right to your soul
again and again you swing that pick
till you loose a little bit
then with the shovel try to lift
a piece too big and it falls off
break it up with the pick
into pieces you can lift
digging down it all harder gets
no room to swing no room to lift
and two feet down you hit hardpan
learn it has been easy until then
swinging a pick in the hot summer sun
the long hot days together run
you need the money and the job
digging a hole in the hot summer sun
This poem was published in issue seven of Dual Coast magazine
I got a call
From my Friends
To fight in the war over seas
Because there is no job
Here on earth for me
I need the money badly
To pay my debts of
Before I own a house
Also I am afraid of the war
Over seas
Yes friends I am also
Very young
And I am not ready
To die in the war
Over seas
You look great in those boots
But can you walk
Walk all over me
Straight up to your thighs
One kiss and I’ll surely die
Come on, give me the eye
No point asking why
Okay, I want inside you
Five hundred dollars doesn’t lie
You can say you love me
That way, we’ll both get by
Life is so short between your thighs
Do you feel it
Deep inside
Makes you want to cry
I know you hate me
But you made the pact
Now it’s time to act
You look great in those boots
But can you walk
Walk all over me
Now it’s the talking part
Two strangers, heart-to-heart
Truths and lies
Smokes and why’s
I need to see you in my mind, you’ll get me through the tough times
You need the money
Seems rather funny, no money where I’m going
How about you, kids and all
How we fall
Two people in the night
Just getting through
As you do
Your boots on the floor
The last glimpse as I close the door.
It’s raining, death on the hill
No time for the final kill
You did look great in those boots
Will you walk for the final time
All over me.
Write,
like you don’t need the money
Sing,
like you’ll never be heard
Live,
like the moment is ending
Love,
like a baby’s first word
(Dreamsleep: April 2022)
the black bird came to me
perched on my ledge
and told me
that he was there
on behalf of his master
the grim reaper
as my name was on his list
and it was time for me to go
I pleaded for more time
he said
sorry chap beyond my pay grade
so to speak
prepare to meet God
this evening at midnight
and if you are lucky
you will go to the good place
if unlucky
you will be going to the bad place
if you give me 10,000 dollars
I can help you get on the right list
but I need the money now
I paid the corrupt bird from hell
and prepared to meet my fate
that late date
You'll never guess what I found at the dump.
I found and soon sold an antique gas pump.
It was made back in 1943.
A Man gave $100,000 to me.
I sure was lucky to meet that antique collector.
Having this much money is like drinking nectar.
Two days later, I met the man who threw the gas pump away.
He demanded that I give him $50,000 but I refused to pay.
He said he's in over his head in debt and he keeps getting in deeper.
He may need the money but I say finders keepers losers weepers.
(This is a fictional poem)
That girl sure did shine
Like the brightest diamond in my eyes
That girl was my only true friend
Plenty of nights we stayed up and got super drunk
Talked about our dreams or the men we've been seeing
My friend squeezed her fist raised her arms
And even fought with me
Those girls who came on scene
And tried to fight little ole me
This girl would never hurt her dear friend Tee
Or so she liked to have me believe
You can kinda say I slightly sensed her jealousy
But I let it go
Jealous for what? We are one in the same
Plenty times she disrespected and called me out of my name
I thought that was just her
My girl hardly ever said anything that wasn't a bad word or threat
Until I picked up her phone on one random day
Saw the message that read
Im sick of this girl they call Tee Marie
If she didn't pay for everything
And I didn't need the money
I am one she would never see
I hung my head low in disbelief
how could my diamond girl feel this way about me
I let fools gold get too close to me
Where were you in the night
where did you go
when I needed you most
I find you
in so few of my memories
you leave with the explanation
someone needs to keep the roof over our head
what you didn't know
is that we needed someone
to keep us together
to keep us straight
to love us too
we need the money
but we needed you more
but you weren't there
you were gone
always gone
Penny for the guy
C’mon mister give us a penny for the guy
This little ragamuffin asked with sad eyes brimming
Need the money to buy food she said with a cry
We are poor mister tearful eyes still streaming
Overhead great sparking rockets fly,
The girls guy looked sad and cold
C'mon mister a penny for the guy
She shouted as the oohs and aahs echoed around
Great Catherine wheels spun round and round
Sending sparks far and wide, in a colourful array
The smell of hot chestnuts making us drool
November the 5th is a fine fun day
Then through the smoke of the bonfire
Enjoying the fun sparkler in hand …. I saw
A cracker jack was lit by the sad guy
He jumped so high, ran, staying still no more
The guy she pushed for many a night
Was her brother who had been bribed to stay still
He tried but was the fright of the cracker jack
that made him jump and run up the hill.
Penned nov 2 2016
My darling I know have put on weight
But I didn’t expect you to set bear bait
Now I am caught on the traps you set
The pain is intense and I’m getting upset
These boobies can no longer be concealed -
I hope the clamp marks will soon be healed
I will be starting my job as a sexy poll dancer
We need the money - this new job is the answer
Please will you hurry outside and release me
Don't think of charging me a clamping fee!!
29th August 2016
Piggy please don't be sad.
I need the money really bad.
Got to pay my motor tax.
Get the government off my back.
You see I need to keep on track.
Bank will not give me a lend.
And I have no savings left to spend.
Now, close your eyes my little friend.
Knocking off your ceramic head.
the only thing you say is kenyans back
we want to close travel to asians country
but you what you dnt know is that we wont back.
neither today nor tommorrow
am there to stay till i wish to return
will you feed my family?
will you clothe them?
what about education?
am a father to my family
am there ti stay till otherwise
the goverment makes rules that dnt abide
it makes laws that destroy
all in the namebof making nation
i need this job
i need the money
try and find solutions ,
but not creating more problems
for me am there to stay
yes some of us endup
in bad work situations.
but that doesnt mean theres no
one happy in theirbwork.
learn to listen to the plea
of all not some
for me am there to stay
till i choose my comeback
why am i not enough for him
why does he always complain
things aren,t the way they used to be
and it will never be the same
he doesnt understand we,re older
and the things i used to do is now hard and when you need the money back that they borrowed moths before knowing you are in desperate shape yourself and just lie and ignore you sad need new friends
he mentions finding someone else
and that just breaks my heart
i give him all that,s in me
wait on him all the time
why cant i find my true love
to help with broken heart of mine
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