Payment Poems - Poems about Payment

Cross of Gnosis

The debt of soul to Nebro came through the cross of gnosis
Through strength of spirit, though no mortal sacrifice could pay that debt
Christ the vine became that tree of gnosis to pay the debt

payment from an angel

As I cleaned out my mother-in-law’s closet
I thought “she would never let anyone help her without payment”.
Less than five minutes later something floated down from the ceiling.
A dollar bill.

No Payment Due

Through what alleged transgression stand I now accused?   
  
Is there guilt to be found in a drowning man who by exchanging all he has ever held gains the salvation of but one more breath? If guilt doth indeed exist in such act I stand willingly before those who proclaim themselves worthy

The Bargaining Wench Wanting Payment

                Shadows hiss_per, of secret, 
buildup-congealed,
no longer trapped within curiosity's seals.
Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested,
on the rocks and hard-placed
reveal of faith tested, self unmasked.

Yearning souls beneath it's cloak,
in fascination, unwittingly evoke.
Stoke of spirits with egging yoke, at hand.
While you're seeking

Tax Payment and Tax Payers

This many guys dislike its mention
Including an owner of mansion,
From avowed lover walking away
And next time block his coming their way…

For even the steadfast tax payer
Regular payment not his prayer;
One could swear there’s no Tax Payer Max
Who wouldn’t want the rules to relax!
As often as not tax evasion,
To depletion of wealth aversion...

What makes a citizen

Dont Pardon Non Payment

Don't pardon non-payment of dues.
Check what in your account accrues;
I'll be here to assist with clues;
Don't folks leave to a thing abuse...

For all school Bursaries no dews,
When parents vow it shall be ruse
Later, you'll find out it's no use
Starting a thing that clashes brews

Choose a fine time for unpaid dues
With secret joy these crooks suffuse
Sometimes,

Unpaid Residence

Within the chamber, within the time allotted
The guest had overstayed his welcome
Far beyond the clock which saw no cause permitting it
Now occupied is Mr. Smith upon the bed
Being dead is no excuse for self indulgences
Excesses best left unsaid, and yes, unpaid

The room held itself together with some boards
Certainly some nails came into play
Creaking noises added

Payment

Work with alot of money,
Keep someone to become busy,
Sand someone to become crazy.

It needs time and harry,
Stolen when not be carefully,
No time for the family. 

Why don't you be Franc?
Went home at fourteen thirty?
Although teaching is not easy.

After Bill Payment

I tucked my black wallet 
back into my pocket.

Singers

They wait their turn, 
Watching from the sidelines.

Cheerfully chattering, they speak, 
Perhaps of weather.

Then suddenly they’re off! 
Swooping down, they glide,

Wings extended in crucifix, 
They brake. Alighting softly 

Onto the pavement. 
Here there are seeds scattered.

Tossed each day by a frail hand 
From the porch above. 

There is a bond here. An understanding. 
Food for

The Payment

When in the dark of heated greed,
There was a shock, a unemployed face.
It had whispered of bad weather,
A storm of flashing commerce.
Parchments expanding the stain of green,
By the light of reflecting fleash.
Man has power in dollers,
Captilism mentaly teases the masses.
Encourging the action of fantsy.
A dream exposed for payments.
Desire in the bare undernieth.
To the Devil and

Sins Payment

Sin’s Payment
Haiku: by Tom
December 6, 2020

It was so destined
the payment for mankind's sin
was manger to cross.

The Price of Poetry

no din less more pronounced upon your ear
scallions separated blend to meet the stew
when hearty hearts drink out the broth of fear
and bury those with heavy hearts they knew

long mornings sun bestowed upon
when laddies grew beneath
and lads to lasses onward come
to part the laurel wreath

Tis hill we fools apart the path will travel
hats upon a

Our Planets Payment

No living creature owns the land
the water, the oceans and the sand
as this is Mother Nature’s grand
for all life to be land and free
but the creation of need to greed
requires are planet to pay a fee

Payment For Shade

Payment For Shade
Autumn 2019
11-15-2019
By: Miracle Man

My payment for the shade,
during deep summer’s swelter.
Is that when Autumn comes,
leaves fall helter-skelter.

Autumn always brings with it,
A few unwanted chores.
Leaf eradication becomes,
my temporary job outdoors.

Our two acre yard is a hodgepodge, 
 of crepe myrtles and trees.
Leaves are falling prematurely,
from an early seasonal freeze.

I blow, rake, grind, and bag,
but

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