Too late...for first impressions
Too late...for last reflections
Too late...for long discussions
Too late...for lost objections
Too late...for mending fences
Too late...for new romances
Too late...to pay the Piper
Too late...for second chances
Too late!!!
You dodged my logic
You drove my ego down
You seen my potential
You said hell no I’ll kill it
Childhood upheaval the blame
Mother forsaken your innocence
Resentment; every cutie gotta render
Pay the piper of your hatred,
Your hatred of women existence
Numb to affection like a heroin high
Heroine slave to your cold heartless
Mislaying myself to your inner demons
“Whatever you like” to gain your attention
Bargaining my spirit to accomplish minimum
Minimum of force to catch my woes
Reckless to the idea of my needs
Leaving me in love alone
Left me to fend for your presence
Searching for me…I’m lost into you….
With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters...
Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats,
Cackling crones in pointy hats
Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair
To a bubbling pot in their witches' lair.
Next a drop of your blood to mix into the stew
As they mutter and moan o'er this most loathsome brew.
Harken well as the hags recite ancient verses
That invoke magic spells and malevolent curses.
An elixir for love, another for fame,
If fortune's your goal, play the witches' game.
If malice or spite for another's your bent,
They've special potions for ladies, and some just for gents.
But be wary, my friends, for I'm telling you true,
When the game is played out, and the bill has come due,
Don't try to renege, and don't be a griper,
If you dance to his music, you must pay the piper.
Pay promptly on time, don't default or denounce,
'cause witches are bit**es when checks start to bounce.
People are obedient to the power they serve
the source of all conflict and war works for the devil
No one in governmental positions ever calls for peace
they put sanctions on nations to fill their own ill bred pockets
we all can see clearly that greed plays its hand through bloodshed
Those old men sacrificing the young to do their dirty work
cowardly office boys sitting on their laurels hiding behind a desk
the mask has slipped revealing back stabbers
hiding behind a smoke screen the true origin sits
Pay the piper to play a different tune one with hope for the future
this destructive path the world is on is driven by fear
believing in something without evidence to back it up as existing
Slowly many will awaken to find it all is to late
when a majority can no longer be achieved without conflict
sad state of affairs as many have avoided learning
from the past mistakes tyrants and dictators work against God
Tit for tat as 'favors' go
Sometimes there is a cash flow
pay the piper get it done
When you're busted its no fun
Caught up in a 'quid pro quo'
2-11-2022
Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
It's time to pay the piper and to realise no one wins,
As you face the consequences for your many mortal sins,
As you stand to face your judgement, and the scales of justice weighed,
As you rise to hear the verdict, I'm quite sure that you're afraid,
But it's time to pay the piper and there's nothing you can do,
If you're wondering how I know so much, I paid the piper too,
For my many self indulgences I frequently embraced,
And the payment it was high when consequences they were faced,
But there's nothing that is surer for his rules must be obeyed,
And eternal's his damnation if the piper goes unpaid.
When It’s Time to Pay The Piper
When it’s time to pay that infamous character known as
“The Piper” and then, to face “The Viper” at the end of
one’s life, it shall behoove thee to make sure that thou hast
all of the necessary pleadings and exculpatory notions and
the reasonings at hand, in the hope of a divine intervention
from the angels in Heaven, since “The Viper” by legend
hast that noxious-nasty strike and sting in the Devil’s own
tradition, and both shall bring thee swiftly to the front of
Death’s Door whereby, Death’s immediate and compelling
grip is at once flash-quick and flash-fatal, which is not at all
merciful in the end. One’s immortal soul may be at risk too!
If thy exculpatory and most humble pleadings do meet,
perchance Heaven’s angelic standards, then thy immortal
soul shall be safe and sound in Almighty God’s kingdom.
Deus miseratur. Deus vobiscum.
Amen. Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 10, 2018 (Narrative)
ROLL! , let it roll!
because we are getting busted
of the time we wasted.
the memories of the days are
getting, even turning loosed,
as the mind is just too busy,
idling away the sorrows,
it has stored in its guts.
Ma! help me Pa! help me but non
seem alert! ah d days are rolling pass like
Cyclone cycling a refuse dumped
we ve mended our ways now.
its funnily sad how we fooled ourselves,
while we were still young as kids.
we are ready to dance to the beats
of time now so let it play an enchanting melody,
roll on dancing to the cyclone of life
some are gone, while we are still out here.
but some are dead, while we are graced
to still be alive.
we are ready to pay the piper
to detect the tune of ages
of time so we can dance to the
Rhythm of the ages of time unplugged!!
Rolling on 4rm tracks 2 track as d beat goes on
By Gideon Idudje
Pay the Piper,
he has come to collect.
Empty your pockets,
eliminate your debt.
The joyride is over,
it came with a price.
The Piper knows the amount,
he is extremely precise.
Revenge has many forms,
it has finally come to interrupt.
Today it takes the shape of the Piper,
time to pay up.
This is the legend of Jack’s father
and to brag about him Jack won’t even bother
‘cause truth is not a virtue he inherits
and integrity’s a trait beneath his merits
Jack’s father takes the tip off every table
and parks his car in spots for the disabled
yeah Jack knows he’s a gambler and a liar
(not the mentor he was hoping to aspire)
If he can get away with stuff he WILL try
and he’s always at the ready with an alibi
Like the time he told Jack’s mother he’d be working late
when he was out with his mistress on a dinner date
But Jack’s mother’s oh-so-clever in her own way
she tells Jack “your dad will pay the piper someday
his lack of love and character will soon show
and there’ll be nothing of a legend left when he goes."
Her prediction was quite evident that weekend
when Jack’s father tried to steal from his best friend
but he couldn’t out run the Pit bull that was inside
(the neighbors just stood filming him as he cried)
“Oh help me please I’m really not a bad bloke”
but he became the 'butt' of every lame joke
‘cause his rear end bears the scars below his britches
(Jack's mum can't help but smile while doin' dishes)
The hailings in the coridor of corruption
to the echoes of silence in the streets
Sirens whispering tales of wars
marines marching on looted lots
Justice is strangled by corrupt claws
Listen to the thunderstorm of civil lies
Masses keep mute in the well of woes
dreaming of dead democratic dividends
Ghosts pay the piper in Abuja malls
Poor traders dance naked in Alaba markets
The mother hen crows in the mourning
Our golden eggs are in one battered basket...
Strangers preen in the pomp of power
Danger sleeps on the lawn of loyal lies
Listen to the tales of ego from the west
He beats his chest with his tied claws
Echoes of error ran the errand quickly
gushing out of the gutter of grandiosity...
He belongs to nobody and picks nobody
Somebody actually belongs to somebody
I do not know the poultry she belongs
His living room and kitchen are his choice
She is confined to care, clean and cook...
Why bury the glow of the golden egg
washing down the wealth in her womb?
Why rock heaven's roof with tantrums?
She is not just the bed sinner of your world
but the queen of all golden layers
and players
even if she belongs to the other room.
24 MONTHS - IAN MUNYWE
It`s been 24 months,
since we left base.
Broke away from space,
that had turned disgrace.
With hardly a Bayonette,
the unplotted mission sought fate.
Through sandy deserts,
these hole riddled boots ravaged.
Numbness was exhilarating,
pain was too inviting.
In your maze of craze,
General diabolic you sneer.
You play Long John Silver,
ignorant that one day you`ll as well ,
pay the piper.
The Sun God
The greatest shining sun of fire
All bow to him the raging monster
The Earth it breathes other planets cower
We were chosen to live under total power
Infernal heat so pay the piper
Sweat to earn each hour by hour
The sun God sits on highest tower
Teaching children to run much faster
Burning mass leaves countries drier
We pray to false Gods Holy Father
Let us purge the Earth forget our brother
The sun God tells us no waste just murder
In the world we each are chosen to be a martyr
I have family so learn to look because he’s your master
Language Lesson
I spend most of my time alone or with
my wife; she sits in the kitchen watching soap.
And I didn´t know how lonely I was
before I ended up in a hospital
and shared the ward with six, like me, elderly
men who had lived unhealthy
and now had to pay the piper.
Modest, I said nothing, but they sort of dragged
me into their conversation
It was great fun
I spoke Portuguese without worrying about grammar
and we laughed a lot.
I´m home now sit writing these few words,
the TV is on low and my wife sits in the kitchen
and I miss the old men.
CALATHUMPERIANS
STARTING A NEW RELIGION,
THE CALATHUMPERIANS IT IS DO NOTE...
LET HE WHO WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST SHEEP OR GOAT,
CLIVE WILL BE A BISHOP BUT HE DINNA BLOODY KNOW IT?
SO BRING ME ALL YOUR RAZOOS,{dollars dill}
CAST OFF YOUR EVIL COAT,
OF GOODNESS SWEET AND CHARITY ,
BECOME, OR MISS THE BOAT!
THE BAPTIST OUR GREAT LEADER,
WILL STEP UPON YOUR NECK,
TO DROWN THE DEVIL OUT OF YOU,
OR DIE LIKE BLOODY HECK,
A GIVER BE WITH CHARITY,
TO SAVE YOUR BLOODY SOUL ,
OR BE PARTED AT THE RIVER ,
WITHOUT YOUR BEGGARS BOWL,
THE DULCET TONES ARE YOURS ALONE,
PREPARE TO PAY THE PIPER,
4 YOUR EVIL DEED YOU WILL ATONE,
CUT SHORT BY DEATH THE VIPER
SO GATHER HERE WITH JOHNSON NEAR,
FROM EVIL TRY TO STRAY,
THE PATH IS HARD YOU HAVE MY CARD,
WITH GOOD INTENTIONS PRAY...
Don Johnson :}-
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