Paying(A) Poems

I do my Traveling on Line

I do all of my traveling on line
eating my favorite foods while I dine
close to my kitchen and comfy chair
spending no money on any plane fare

traveling to Florida or Georgia today
without paying a single dollar to stay
fearing no big cats on my rainforest walk
not hearing any parrots giving a squawk

between the internet, texting and zoom
I can travel the planets, go to the moon
eating what I want, sitting comfortably in my chair
roaming among alligators and pumas because I so dare.

Revenge

The trees are too busy
losing leaves 
or withdrawing deeper 
into their winter selves
to notice me.
Clouds pass overhead
oblivious to my presence,
the wind detours around me
and carries on its way
as if I'm not there. 
I mean nothing at all
to the river much less
the ocean. Butterflies 
and birds ignore me
or keep their distance.
I'm treated as only a part
of an earthly whole.
That won't do.
Little do they know
they are paying a price
for their indifference
and reluctance to bend.
I am asserting 
my god given right
of dominion
by slowly 
killing them.

Gender based violence

Gender-based violence, why all the silence?
We walk the walk; we talk the talk.
With all the violence 
there is only silence.

Women cry at night, 
feeling they have no right.
Rape every hour
leaves them sour.

Beatings, rape, and murder,
there is no way to take it further.
Men treat women like scum,
while they are numb.

Girls are raped at a young age
 like animals in a cage.
That is life on the Cape Flats,
where some people live like rats.

Paying a medical bill
Is a battle that’s uphill
Living off the government,
they don’t earn a cent.

Every day they must find a way.
Without income, it’s a difficult day.
They steal and plunder,
they would steal your thunder.

Gender-based violence.
These gangs you won’t silence.
They live in violence 
and die in silence.

Labour of Hate

Labour of hate

Turn on the heating 
It’s getting cold
Why do we shiver?
Just because we’re old
It’s Kier’s labour, who wants us all to die
Said he liked pensioners just another lie
Another lie

Angels are calling
Is this the end
We are elderly
No family or friends
Can’t pay for heating or any of our bills
While Rayner’s cheating, fingering the tills
In the tills.

Reeves bills are paid for
But she’s a millionaire
Rayner is raving
She doesn’t care
Release the sausages, where is his brain
Paying a photographer, Rayner’s so vain
Is so vain

Take all our money
With inheritance tax
Charlie didn’t pay his 
He can now relax
Rich becoming richer, Starmer leads the pack
Free clothes and glasses stabbed us in the back
In the back.

David Cox 13/12/24

not an irony

the pleasure of getting cheated lies in ---- paying a made-up beggar

HAPPY EASTER

Counted among the congregants, the geese
flying by, two by two, at sunrise. Guitar
combines nicely with a heavenly voice.
Behind me the couple makes the Spirit flow.
Their voices, too, intertwined like Ivy.
Blessings and more blessings!

We arrive home to a ruckus in the bush.
A red cardinal has my undivided attention.
Perhaps, Mom is paying a visit.
I like to think so.

Blessings and more blessings!

Tears in sunrise glow. I sang of the Savior.
He washed me white as snow, as they drove
nails through his hands and feet. He healed me.
We sing of an angel on a stone, declaring,
“He is not here! He has risen!”
If you only understood, friend, he made a way
where there was no way, and all through
the Holy Scriptures it prophesied
what Jesus would do. What more…
what more do we need. We need only believe.

Blessings and more blessings!

Bless you, dear ones!

Devil of a Time

I met the devil on a Friday night.
We danced to the phat bari sax.
Smoke choked out any words I could say,
Paying a heavy tax.

The sky was maroon with contemptible past,
The sound iridescently smooth.
The trombone a-swung to the rhythm of us,
Burning a hole in the truth.

I met the devil on a Friday night,
Then woke up on Saturday lone.
I wish; I made this whole story up.
There's no one to call on the phone.

Bye Farewell and Adieu

Mummy heading for market “Bye”
For her child shall super snacks buy
One or two big surprises try; 
If she does it not child’s pained cry…

‘Bye’ for someone flying away
You would soonest catch on your way:
On a trip that could need airport
But in the end gloriously short…

Goodbye to folks you love or like:
Something about them does you strike,
Your goodbye their journey mercies
Covering them like football Jerseys…

Farewell the more touching goodbye
That comes with a dose of sore sigh:
Indeed, the bye of a parting
For which there might not be chatting;
No other meeting with Martin
You’d hated and loved while farting…

Then, comes Big Tears-Dragging Adieu
Said and it’s like paying a due,
Recipients you later met few;
As one says it more mountain Dew.

Imagine

You saw the news today but you pretend you were never on that channel
You hear others talk about the deaths but the signs of it being gossip is everywhere
Your mind switches from what is happening
Instead of looking at the weapon pointed at a child's head you look at the issues of the politics instead
You could be out there throwing your heart out with words but you stay inside watching the court decide on whether tiktoc is what makes the world burn
Mabey we are the problem
We also have to blame the most wanted instead of blaming the least expected 
Instead of looking the shootings in the eye you blame the teachers for not being quick enough
Or the students for being too loud
Do what you need to be happy is what you think instead of helping the wounded that is all around
Mabey if you spoke your mind instead of paying a dollar or two for a cause at the store thinking that it will be enough for the pained 
You don't have to be a hero but atleast you can be an adult

Breaking Free

breaking free
though i have bills left to pay
i make a needed bad decision again
the beach is calling me
i do anything and everything to avoid the obvious and do the opposite
defiance is the devil in disguise and a blessing as a backup
however, i enjoy breaking free going somewhere where i am needfully unfamiliar
i deserve getting it deep from my lady
i deserve paying a particular price for a bad decision
i guess i am wrong to immediately plan a december trip in my head
at times i get tired of letting the current reality dictate my most tranquil of wants and needs (in that order)
that being said, i pull up the discarded plan once again
breaking free

We Were a Country

We were a country where people roamed free
   where you drove cross-country without paying a fee

We were a country where folks dreamed big 
   outside of Washington where men wore wigs

We were a country known for ingenuity
   not for divorces, abortions, and promiscuity

We were a country built by entrepreneurs
   not by bureaucrats cranking out horse manure

We were a country where a man said what he thought
  not what some PhD. thinks that Mao taught

Yes, we were a country, alright
  not a chorus of banshees from the left and the right

If Shakespeare Was a Souper

Each morn when the alarm says it's time to get up
To my Mac I rush to before pee
To see who's commented on my silliness poems
It's a good thing this option is free

Pretty damn sure paying a few extra bucks
Comments would be fairly rare
Let's all be realistic, my very good friends
Paying would make us not care

If Shakespeare was a Souper like all of us guys
Everyone would surely pay big bucks
To observe a great master's mind at work
And how our puny efforts do suck

So we'll have to make do without the “Bard of Avon”
Really happy to fill in for this guy
That must've sounded just a bit egotistical
Disrespect I didn't mean to imply

Vampire Sonnets Xv Stipulations

Chance looked at me and said ‘Ok fine then.
 It will be the way it has always been.
This mafia always protects its own.’
He had such a menacing undertone;

I knew I needed to stay in control 
or I’d wind up paying a heavy toll;
No matter whatever happens to me, 
this rule will be set indefinitely;

‘Wait.’ I said ‘I’m hungry but not insane.
I have a request now let me explain.
Regardless of his determination? 
I only have just one stipulation.

You can have a patron who buys tickets, 
Jordan will forever be off limits.’

A Letter

Then I finally realized I was all alone. Nothing I could do will change the fact that you never loved me .Every bit of time we spent together wasted .Every understanding meaningless .The love shared non exsistent.The promises all broken .To not speak another word knowing it destroys me.Easily accomplished by you .I took that pain and I built a wall .Not around me but around you I built it high n thick and then I walked away setting fire to every bridge you could cross to get back to me.All the while never paying a single thought to how you felt or what you might think. It sounds like a lot of work .Falling out of love is never easy it hurts. Sometimes you can't explain sometimes you know exactly why.You thought I would never forget you .I dont even think of your face or  your name .It's like you never exsisted.Right or wrong? You thought I would hold on forever. I think I held on too long.

The Aphrodite

Big born senility became bane without you
Brain turned me baseless but I still remember you
I know, you left me alone in the brightest darkness of the world
And you yourself unified in an unique universe my Bird.
 
I stayed in the purest heart paying a great price
The year's trial by ordeal and sacrifice
Unworthy of my love now dear duffer
As you threw me away lonely in old reminiscences to suffer. 

Do you know? the first meet in a garden of love
You were shy and statue of dove
Said yes and accepted me
The first touch of your palm blow me in a glee.

How to bear alienation of yours?
I see you neither in nor outside of the doors
The revenge lastly, you wanted to take of the squabbles
So you made me lonely one as beggar as king in the fables.

I packed myself in an emptied home of hell
In your memory, I cry to full of my heart and yell
The last only wish to embrace your hanged image on wall
As I am being ready to send in an insane asylum by your kids,kins and all.

I promise though you backed of yours
Please come back, I won't let you to shed tears
If not the Aphrodite, don't get hurt
I will die for you to take new birth.

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