Life is fascinating all the time
Your good aura saves the day bright
Like the dawn dispels the darkness
Each of us is radiant when we smile.
Sadness makes our heart pure
Move out old tears to have a new one
Like the strength of inner self
A quite moments ease a gentle smile.
Love always has overdraft limits
What is too much is sorrowful
What is lacking comes negotiation
That value a good relationship.
Seeking justice is strenuous
It requires bravery and a gentle talks
Decisive show of force but open to legal remedy
Love to accept peace but hate oppression.
Dear Temporary Bliss,
I Sense a Shift Amidst
When I No Longer Crave Your Embrace or Your Kiss
Reaching For The High Hanging Fruit
Wet Behind The Ears, "Know It All" Youth
Suspicion Birthed By Intuition
Mercury Retrograde Enhanced Mis-communication
What A Situation I Have Found Myself In
Barely Hanging On to the Rope of Tolerance
Patience Account In Overdraft and Fading Thin
But The Wife In Me Will Surely Win!
Silence is Loud When Truth is Eluded
Fruit Picking Like an Opportunist to Opportunities
You Can Fool Them, But You Can't Deceive Me
For You See
The Crone in Me Knows The Truth
Her Flaming Torch Will Be Your Retribute!
The Lord Who Came First Has Long Departed
Leaving Behind an Amateur Who Can't Grasp How This Situation Started
Masked Grandeur In A Truth Parade
Is It Me or Yourself You are Trying to Persuade?
Sorry, Not Sorry!, I'm Not Drinking Your Sour Lemonade
Your Version, Illusion of Love Has Left Me Bored
My Time, My Energy and Sanity You Cannot Afford
No Regrets At All for The Time Invested
It's Just That You're Not My Type and I'm Not Interested!
Let’s Rob the Bank
Let’s rob the bank
Take all our money
And the overdraft
Go somewhere sunny
Let’s rob the bank
Escape the monotony
Worry about nothing
Eat bread and honey
Let’s rob the bank
Rent an huge flat
Somewhere in the sun
Buy a Siamese cat
Let’s rob the bank
Let them do the worry
We’ll live it up
Life in a hurry
What about the kids
Your son my daughter
We might miss
Them at the alter
If we rob the bank
We’ll live in hiding
No phoning home
Somewhere in West Riding
Can’t rob the bank
You know it’s wrong
The police will hunt
We won’t last long.
Get up for work
Carry on like ever
Dream of escape
But knowing we’ll never.
David Cox 05/11/23
It's never enough for me,
In this terrible deficit I dwell,
Lost in an overdraft of desires,
Reaching out repeatedly,
Yet forever tethered to you.
Where does this neediness arise?
An inquiry you never make,
Can you quench this hunger,
I ask again and again,
But never find fulfillment,
In mere words, one or two.
Our connection remains unbroken,
Always linked, never a concern,
Forever yours, my heart avows.
Yet I'm drowning in scarcity,
Engulfed in this profound lack,
We meet but once a year,
That moment resurfaces,
Where minus and plus converge,
Nourishing me for another season.
You promise to be there till the end,
Parting with a kiss, a bittersweet farewell,
For my time will surely come,
And when I'm gone,
The deficit will cease.
Until then, I crave your presence,
Longing to immerse myself,
To revel in your essence,
To savor life, in your embrace.
Threat? "Julius, cool your jets."
an ides of March overdraft.
The day to settle one’s debts -
when sixty "friends" gave Caesar the shaft.
March 5, 2022
contest: MARCH IN
sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Dynasties of greed and its economic policies,
political discourse and its perpetual odysseys.
Deficits through poor implementation,
voted promises and false trust revocation.
Borrowed capital and meeting their existing obligation,
taxes, high prices and corrupted penetration.
Violence done to keep the system to maintain,
multiplicity of ignorant ignorance polished vain.
Hidden figures with plausible deniability,
equal copious applied without responsibility.
Tightened belts and overdraft bestowed liberation,
practicing austerities in den prison damnation.
The ark of ignorance and its leaking admiration,
and the patriotic beasts lives by infatuation.
Government jobs that save the heart by devotion,
corrupted honor and its commotion.
The real austerity of integrity,
takes the spirit into liberating eternity.
Mike had an overdraft that put him in a pickle
He wasn't worth a dime not even a nickel
He would be the first to say when he got his pay
He went out to play
He loved playing cards, he mostly lost
He bet on horses never counting the cost
Easy come, easy go was his way of life
It was entirely different for his careful frugal Wife
She wasn't mean she had no choice
When it came to finance
Mike never heard her voice
She tried her best
To help her Husband escape this mess
He was too irresponsible to listen, I guess
It all became too much she had enough
She wanted some order in her life
This life was far too tough
She packed her few possessions without any fuss
She rode away from poverty
On a Number 37 bus
For a time Mike missed his Missus
And the company she supplied
Somehow his gay abandon
Had shrivelled up and died
He felt in his pocket and found his last dollars and nickels
Went down to his local Pub and got
COMPLETELY PICKLED
If you fortune a tangent,
You’ll get a stash,
A rill of crescents pageant,
Old and holding the gash.
Perception not able,
The dynamo dies in the land,
Normal cable to stable,
The bearings of negates and hand.
Piercings whisper through the ears,
Wheat quakes to sliver rum,
Dermis exhalted the overdraft years,
The pollination riffed the drum.
Chrysanthemum sung to oak,
To know the structure is of the silk,
Bacchus architectured folk,
When muscle, mind ruptured n’ did silt.
Every human is a baby of a kind
Baby conceived is, a promissory note,
The one just born, an overdraft,
Adult baby, a bouncing check.
Old baby, a withering flower
Which one is perfect baby?
World Ends Tomorrow
The World will to end tomorrow,
I know that to be true,
It was written in The Forecaster,
Right at the top of page Two.
Hopefully it happens in the Evening,
Tomorrow’s my busy day,
Dentist appointment, Two-Thirty,
Overdue Gas bill to pay,
Meeting the Bank Manager at Ten,
Overdraft taken a hit.
Go down the Gym before Noon,
Trying hard to get fit.
It’s all rather inconvenient really,
There’s a film I hoped to see,
Called “The End of Days,”
A Special ticket to get me in free.
Perhaps the Paper got it wrong,
I’m crossing my Fingers and Thumbs,
After all you know what they say,
Tomorrow never comes.
I often wonder,
If there is a Bank of Love
Where deposits are made
And withdrawals are taken
What would it consist of
In my minds eye
There would be no vault
No overdraft protection
No fees or strings or penalties
There would be no loan rejection
A place to go
If you should find
Love in short supply
To give or take when needed
A safe place standing by
A look at the floorboard of my car
Gives a glimpse into my life
All the trash that's scattered about
Necessities to survive?
An old McDonald's bag spilling it's contents
I wonder if those fries are still any good
With nary a doubt I pop them into my mouth
Hey...don't judge me, you know some of you would
There's candy, bubblegum, fortune cookie wrappers
It's all a pretty even mix
What's this? Half a granola bar?
That day I must have been on a health kick
A fist full of bank statements...withdraw, withdraw, withdraw
Without a single deposit...what am I daft?!
Oh wait a minute, here we go
Overdraft, overdraft, overdraft
I swear I hear something moving
From underneath the passenger seat
Maybe tonight I'll leave the door open
Hoping against hope it'll set itself free
The floorboard of a car speaks much of a man
And this man is pretty much a slob
Guess you could say it's a part of my life
And you ladies know that me being a man...it's also part of my job
Today is Friday
A happy day
For the weekend is festive and near
I day dream of BBQ's and friendly banter
As I hit the car in front me
Shocked, I backed up over a dog
This is not turning out to be a good day
Especially for the dog
I was on my way to the bank
To find out I am in overdraft
They were not concerned
We have your house they say
You may find another place to stay
This sure isn’t a turning into a good day
I called my wife to tell her the news
I need not have worried so
She has run off with the fireman it seems
Our house burned down this afternoon
Heroically he saved her from the fire and me
I am not feeling so happy this day
I am sure the banker is as sad as I
He lost his house and his mistress
To the fireman today
Me, I just lost the house
I am sad and empty, no where to sleep
What ever shall I do?
The night turned cold and hostile
Until I spotted an empty doghouse
How was your Friday the thirteenth?
Notes: When I read Dave Woods poem "NO" well it made me smile and inspired me to write this! Thanks Dave
Ba-ba
They called him ba and sometimes ba,
The bubba Heenie one,
Caught with a sheep in his ute to keep,
The owner caught him some,
No chops for ba-ba, none
Bells boxing tent saw him fight,
Big bugger thumped someone,
He raised his arms, he won the right,
His pants fell down, dum dum,
Interesting sight ole son,
His doctor ripped a kidney out,
Ba-ba he wasn’t thin
Doctor said he’d get a dozer about,
To put his guts back in,
ole ba-ba had to grin,
the doctors wage won’t come,
the dollars all doubtful in,
an overdraft unsung…
Don Johnson
That fateful, tragic day of 9/11
was a busy one, for Jannah and Heaven.
The day the seed of war was sown
dictatorships the US wanted overthrown
no wonder the worlds overdraft has grown!
The truth though was in disguise
as fox news spread their lies
despicable people, I truly despise
who pull the wool over the Sheople's eyes.
The plane that hit the pentagon
so quickly was that wreckage gone.
now so many lives to destroy
firing missiles like some toy.
So much coincedence, purely circumstance
the armies are all set now to advance
as bush and the Devil jigged a joyous dance.
I loathe to say it so blunt,
but I think Bush is a ....!
For he has turned the world against each other
and caused the death of many a brother.
It makes my blood truly boil
we started a war for cheap bloody oil.
So when the world ends with a small bang
Bush and his corrupt cronies, can go to Jahannam!!
Please don't believe all you're told,
for the truth you know, are the lies your sold!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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