Paying Poems

The Cycle of Nature - Paying It Forward and Back

     A tree needs sun, water and soil
       gives back its fruit...
          and its shade
          on a hot, sultry day

     A bee needs a flower to pollinate
       gives the world honey 
          sweetens life
          soothes living souls

     We too have our needs
        our sun ---------------- the warmth of parents
        our water and soil ---- their nurture
        our flower ------------- their love

     We too give back
        our warmth
        our nurture
        ~ our love

Still Paying

I seized the moment,
sure I’d repay it in kind.
What’s a hint of regret
for what I thought I needed to burn?

Now the burden grows,
sleepless nights interest is accruing.
The cost never diminishes,
but the memory of the flame is a vapor,
and yet, I still pay.

Paying the Price of Someone Else’s Sins’

{“There are junctures where you pay the price of someone else’s Sins, through heredity, through kin, sometimes even through friends you once thought were your ultimatum, the very ones that you believe in. Sometimes, more than yourself.
The end you come to will be that of blaming yourself on assets that don’t even concern you, or revolve around you. Acceptance means coming to a conclusion, from the deep depths of your own being. Which is already difficult as it is for your soul to confine and or even to consider- that not everything can be your fault.
So, beaut muse.
It’s out of your hands, don’t cry your heart out, nobody will hear, and nobody will discern. It is not worth it, because
It’s not even your fault.
And I would ask you why you are plaguing yourself in such situations as I have done before.
And I know you won’t even be able to nourish a response right away, all because your sentiments are too high, and they endlessly torture you.”}

Paying Forward

Dying invested
dividend high
Selling tomorrow
presence to buy  

Feelings compounding 
destiny’s rate
One final moment 
— blessed in His Grace

(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)

Paying it forward

A smile to stranger 
a helping hand when needed 
shoulder to cry on

Paying Respects

fresh fuchsia flowers
sunny rays splashing faces
across closed casket

Paying Attention

Attentiveness is the currency of life & to flow
it needs your permission
It can't flow without you within its wave
so, you must control your attention
Our observation is a key to the doors of the many
mansions available to you
Unlock your dreams by awakening to this as many
doors are in need of walking through
Sleepwalking is an action of the blind & many are
living life with closed eyes
Their perception has been blocked by narrow thinking
leaving the mind in a state of compromise
This dream is as real as any other & you are water
in a world solidified
Tithes are paid with the flow of your attention so
keep track of the direction of your tides
Avert the eyes to dismiss the undesired for this is
needed to avoid sinking ships
When you drop anchors at the point of fluid focus
the results are really hard to miss

paying the piper

The soup has a shortage of ads
Let’s call for more saying egads! 
While they interfere
With the reason we’re here
We'll learn about doodads and fads

They Are Paying Me Way Too Much Money

I did not hesitate for one second.
I am an elementary school counselor.
I get to play with children.


They uplift me, and delight me.
I do my best to stop their tears and get them back to class.
I successfully eliminated twenty-eight jobs before I became a school counselor.
I was forty-four when I received my diploma.
So forty-four when I had my first counseling job.
I loved it, and I love this one.
I love counseling.
I love the kids.
I love teaching character education classes.

Retirement?
Not for this seventy-one year old.
I will go out at ninety-two in a body bag.
I ask only one thing.
Do not tell the children I am dead.
Just slip my body into the bag and leave me in a locked room
Until after school.
Then slip me away quietly.
There will be no funeral.
I don’t want any of them to have any more tears.
Some have had way too many already.

She's Paying the Price

An intoxicated man hit a woman's car when he decided to drive.
She didn't die when her car was struck but her son didn't survive.
She couldn't even attend her son's funeral because she was hospitalized.
She lost her only child and she's also paralyzed.
She's paralyzed from the neck down and she will never walk again.
He drove while intoxicated and two people paid for his horrible sin.
That drunk driver learned that drinking and driving is a stupid thing to do.
When he hit that woman's car, there wasn't just one victim, there were two.
When that man became intoxicated, he drove and without even thinking twice.
A stupid decision was made and because of ignorance, she's paying the price.
The drunk driver feels remorse for his mistake and as he sits in a jail cell, he sheds tears.
This story is nothing new, there are many thousands of drunk driving fatalities every year.

(This poem is fictional but it has been and will continue to be reality for many people)

Paying To Be Euthanized

I have come to take the cure, I said.
I heard it is easy, and practically painless.
The ultimate forever end-of-the-end-cure? She asked.
I nodded my head. Yes!

And how will you be paying?
I am delighted! This is the place.
I had heard that it was, but you can never be sure.
Do you want a cremation? Or shall we just toss you over the cliff?

I peer over the cliff. There are lots of things down there
Cars, trucks, refrigerators, hope chests, an old safe
Can you go over the hill without all that armor?
Oh, sure. It’s no extra cost to toss you in a frig though.

To be tossed into a frig. Hm… That might be nice.
Do you have any pink refrigerators? 
I think we might. Just a second. I will check.
Sam, do we have any pink refrigerators?

No, but there is a little pink Corvette we could toss her in.
All the better. I hand over my credit card. 
She asks me for my car keys too.
Why? 
Because you won’t be needing it, right?
Right. 

A big guy comes in demanding to have his wife’s car keys. 
To the pretty pink Corvette?
He nods his head.
Sorry, it has gone over the hill. 
She winks at me.

Paying the Price

A thoughtless  wrong step
an action sans reflection
life demands the price

Paying Respects

The casket’s draped in purple,
Which is what the crowd expects,
As they inch up in the queue at last
To pay their last respects.

They’ve waited there for hours
For a minute with the Queen,
To bow or curtsy or salute,
A touching, tender scene.

Each somber guard stands by
With no expression on his face 
And silence fills Westminster Hall
For mourners to embrace.

Across the pond, we watch in awe,
For who knows if or when
We’ll ever see the likes 
Of such a tribute come again.

Fiscal Calisthenics Or the Bill Paying Blues

The thing I least look forward to,
The root of my financial ills,
Is the vile administration
Of my monthly pile of bills.

You'd think a single guy like me,
Whose needs and wants are all but nil,
Could whiz through funds manipulation
When it comes to paying bills.

It's the interest on the principal
Of credit card accounts that kills
And perpetuates extenuation
Of MasterCard and Visa bills.

Man cannot live by cash alone,
Hence the propensity of credit mills,
And the gross accumulation
Of large revolving charges bills.

But when statements say there's naught to pay,
Oh, how that "zero balance" thrills!
No refund as remuneration,
Just dismissed from that long list of bills.

My credit's good, I shouldn't brood
Upon this fiscal tribulation,
But if I had my druthers,
I'd druther hide out in the hills
Than face the monthly calculation
Of my bills, bills, bills.

Paying With My Eyes Brazilian Cordel Literature

Ladies and gentlemen,
    this cataract thing
    don't bother me today
    still don't pick me up,
    but tomorrow perhaps...?

    But the pterygium,
    oh dirty little fellow,
    made me apply ointment
    that glued as rice...

    But I took both,
    but they left a sequel
    to sight the screens,
    I zoom in a lot...

    But elegantly,
    I look with both eyes,
    so the left I utilize
    because the law(right) is blinding...
    I look equal to the giant ogre
   from that movie of Ulysses... !

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