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PAY BY CARD

If you go to the store
Most places say to pay by card
Because the government is
Trying to do away with cash
And paper, think about it
If one day something happens
To the satellites, how will you be able to
Get your money, pay your bills
Buy food, just survive because 
It would shut the whole country down
So how would you live

Premium Member Personal Wheel Challenge: An Honest Fall

Planting a seed 
Blooming courage indeed 
Looking up to the sky 
Not considering, time to die 
Knowing heavens are there 
Protection from the crows who scare 
Reading books filled with studies 
Asking, how much money?
Trusting powers that be 
Truth will see
Sun shining bright
An illuminating sight 
When break time arrives 
Reason to sigh 
Showing a path 
Towards the bath 
Sweat well spent 
Cultivating investment 
Heat saying goodbye 
Autumn leaves fly 
Seasoned to perfection 
Ready for collection 
Harvest pay received 
Graciously, I believe 
Joyful thanks
Leaving the bank 
No longer fearful and blue 
Cash in hand is cool 
Barreling pork 
Work 
Done 
Time for fun 
Spending 
Since holiday season is pending 
Intimidation threats are gone 
Since courageous honesty is the new dawn

Premium Member Price you Pay

Pain learning to smile.
As it has all the while.
Picking I yourself up even when you don't want to. 
True.
Time never healed you.
Pain doesn't make you strong. 
That's wrong. 
No, time doesn't heal.
It can't feel.
Another layer to peel.
Alone in a crowd.
Alone, don't say it to loud.
Strength to walk.
Words that you talk.
So many people around.
Plenty of love to be found.
But I see.
Just not for me. 
Part of being free.
Every day is today.
The price you pay .
They say.
Hearts mend.
Will's  bend
Souls live forever. 
Love, never
Give me strength today.
Keep going my own way. 
Nothing changes.
Just rearranges.
Time.
Rhyme.
Days go by .
Why bother to cry.
All the same.
Myself to blame. 
So lame.


Premium Member Excuse Me

Excuse me I’m not going to pay
For actions taken not by me
And for the words I didn’t say
I never pay a slightest fee
You talk of moral obligation 
Known as responsibility
Stripped-down generalization 
Can work for you, but not for me 
As time goes by, established facts
All of a sudden get revised  
The context changes, and it lacks
The prior truth, cause it tells lies
Most folks are prone to something new
They take the current truth for gold  
Excuse me for the different view
I’m not that young, yet not that old.

Premium Member serendipity

diner waitress does not know 
her brief touch and smile ...
stopped me from ending

Premium Member The price you pay

True love comes with a price


dont pay taxes


some of the things that 
seem too good to be true aren’t
be honest next time

pay attention


The night knows all the lovers dreams
searching for a sign from all the stars, 
just to express their love to you.
My silly heart showed all it’s scars.

And you pretending not to care,
while your face betraying how you feel.
My heart now begging to be loved,
just to show you it does not conceal.

Premium Member Renovation at Weston Turville

They came, put up the barriers 
The village will be urbanized 
The glass and cement area
They’ll set before our eyes
A block of shoe-box houses
More cruel teens around
One day your shirts and trousers
You'll find down on the ground
Must order electronic lock
Put on the fence a wire net
And get yourself a watchdog
In case you haven’t got it yet
Here comes the urban good
The village fears come true
Pay more for meds and food
Get less, and claim “I knew!”

Pay Your Dues

A young musician who played the blues
Was told he had to pay his dues
So he went to a synagogue with his pay
And thought that he could pay that way.

The rabbi said “you silly fool
What you’re doing isn’t cool
Instead of paying Jews
You’re supposed to pay your dues”.

The young musician was quite apologetic 
As the rabbi bordered on the apoplectic 
Never again will he make this mistake 
Or was it all just a piss-take?

Premium Member We Will Pay You to be Scary

the old lady had a haggardly look, she was wrinkled now
her face was almost as wrinkled as her neck and her hands
her crow was older too, this would probably be his last winter
they were ready to “go”, they had said their goodbyes

she was tired of being here; her friends had all gone before her
her days were same-oh, same-oh, life was not lively or fun
Sam, her crow, was her only friend.
Every night she prayed that she would go before Sam

Then she realized that would leave Sam without food or water.
So maybe they should go together.
The week before Halloween she was asked to dress as a witch.
We will pay you to sit in a rocking chair and be scary.

She wondered if she would like that.
She had not been especially fond of children.
But the money was good.
She decided to do it if Sam could come too.

The old witch and Sam were the “hit” of the haunted porch.
That was ten years ago; they are still going strong.
Earning money every year, having a terrific time doing it.
This little job turned their worlds around.

Premium Member Time will come

His currency was empty promises.
He doled them out like no tomorrow.
Meanwhile mountain of debt accrued.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2026

PRICE TO PAY

There is a serious
Price to pay when
Take something by
Force because it
Does not belong to 
YOU

Premium Member Freedom is the price to pay

Gilded cage feeding the illusion.
Crowned princess story but at what cost.
Happiness not in the equation.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium Member I would pay two hundred dollars

I would pay two hundred dollars for this piece of art
Because I never pay more than that, due to one fact
I am an artist, who has over sixteen hundred paintings of my own
This one is prettily painted, so she would earn my top dollar
which is always and forever two hundred dollars.
Because I can duplicate almost any painting
Unless it is a landscape, which I have no desire to paint
I have never liked them, never will; do not want them around
Weirdly enough, my mother’s paintings of choice were all landscapes.

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