Payments Poems

Ten gentle reminders

Ten gentle reminders for a fragile numbskull:

1. I have permission to be asinine, unconstrained. Meaning, impractical, fantasy-driven, shameless.
  
2. I will wile away time and be carefree, I will lick my wounds and self-indulge. I will be hard to watch.
  
3. There will be chaos on my plate and in my guts, and I will not do the laundry or clean the toilet.
  
4. Hair will be disheveled, both my face and dress pockmarked, there will be no cologne or makeup.
  
5. I will not read or write, I will not learn or grow. I will splash in the shallow waters of a small puddle.
  
6. Payments, made on time, to keep the dopamine and serotonin flowing as my heart still beats.
  
7. Breaking schedules, contracts, and engagements I don't like or change my mind about bc y not.
  
8. I make things work sometimes because I was a gifted child but it didn't work out. Bad luck.
  
9. I am better off than I should be given all that's happened, but it doesn't matter. Mad luck.
  
10. What’s the point? None, so nothing is in vain. See #1 for reference and reminder, you fragile numbskull.

Philberts Dilemma

Philbert’s in a state euphoric, and why not?
After years of burning academic oil, a PhD he’s got!

But a PhD these days – as he is finding out –
guarantees no job security, and even lesser clout.

Resumé after resumé, interview after interview, 
Philbert sits and waits for his dream job to come through.

Student loans with rising interest rates, those he has
and car payments, too, but not a penny to buy gas.

He’s made his parents into financial wrecks;
he fears they’ll soon be living off meager welfare checks.

With conscience tight in knots, he wonders if he did
them right, or would they prefer him happy but stupid?

At a bar he ponders this dilemma, but to no use;
he drinks himself into a stupor and pays with IOUs.

what was love Yeu la cai chi chi

2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.

Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra

You May Break My Heart

You may break my heart, but I will never lose
So many men at my feet from which to choose

Picking up the pieces and mending my heart
Pumping new life into me giving me a kick start

So think twice before you’re breaking my heart
I will be coming back to rip your sorry soul apart

Used and abused me; wrenching at my emotions
Enjoying the impact of each heart felt explosions

Controlled manipulation applied with a skilled art
Dying in your arms, left at your feet falling apart

So think twice before you’re breaking my heart
I will be coming back to rip your sorry soul apart

Strength in pain, I will rise up again and face you
Devouring your heart until all payments are due

Kneeling at my feet begging me with your sorry plea
Never again, never again, with your pretty please

So think twice before you’re breaking my heart
I will be coming back to rip your sorry soul apart

Panders at the Zoo

The Panders have come to the Washington Zoo.
They’ve got much to say, but near none of it’s true.
Those cute little panderers, both black and white,
make appeals to the left and concede to the right.
They’ll give you down payments and not tax your tips.
Like the Bush lied to Moses and said, “Read my lips!”
They can’t help their lies or the oaths they are takin’,
Such a cute little orange one, and the cuddly Jamaican. 
The border, evictions, and the free car loans of course;
I could go on for stanzas, not to beat a dead horse. 
“The end of democracy!” if you don’t vote;
they’ll promise a shirt while they’re taking your coat.
Yes, the Panders have come to the Washington Zoo,
tossing nuts through the bars to me and to you.

Give Me Tomorrow, Today

The mystery of tomorrow is disappearing,
and we are forgetting about our history.
We are bored and sick with our humanity.
We long to be something more, even God.

Is the reality of tomorrow in our minds a
vanishing point? We want history to go away
from our minds. Today, we cannot deal. We want
to steal tomorrow.  We don't have time to wait.
Ki
Granted, we understand that when we are young,
We cannot wait for tomorrow to appear. Yes, it's
understandable that when we are older, we wish
that tomorrow would slow its arrival.

But we are trying to comprehend why everyone,
both old and young, wants prophets to give them
tomorrow, today. It's like making payments on a new
car or getting a mortgage on a home. Yes, we can have
the car and the home.  But let's face it. We nor prophets
are God.  Only God can give us tomorrow in His time.

My Wallet

My wallet is a good friend of mine.

It was a bifold one when I purchased it. (but now...many folds developed)

Once it used to be brown and elegant 

But gradually metamorphosed and faded.

Now it looks older than I am.

It has acquired many new attributes.

Frayed at the edges, broken stitching,

Failed zippers and worn-out leather

Of course, they add antique look to it.

I have forgotten exactly when I bought it.

But I always keep it with me when I go out.

I have my own sentiments about it.

It has witnessed ups and downs in my life.

It’s an ardent follower of Shakespeare’s advice,

“Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”

Thank God! It hasn’t ever gone empty.

My pretty lady is very intelligent 

When she finds my wallet with chubby cheeks,

She presents her list of interests and wants.

The young guys never bother about wallets.

With e-payments they manage at the outlets.

When I take my old companion out to pay the charges,

My kids make fun of him and say, ‘A rich man in rags.’

My wallet - My loving companion!

The world keeps turning

I've heard the beginning and end of many stories told
I've seen life's flame flicker out both young and old
But the world keeps turning 
I've  had love conquer and condemn us vay 
I've seen trenches dug and filled with dreams of the day
But the world keeps turning 
Nobody wants to be truly free
Nobody wishes a future they can't presently see
But the world keeps turning 
I hope for freedom and peace my friend
I hope as blissful as your innocent beginning was so shall be your end
But will the world be turning?
I wish all hope and goodness is fulfilled
Without the payments of sufferings and temperance is willed 
I hope we never see the world stand still
And i know it will keep turning

The Postman

A postman brought the key
     that opened up the morn,
Forty-eight hours after the new king was born.
His queen was but a thought
     that would come years beyond,
She would be much younger and a blue-eyed blonde.

The old king would step down,
     that crown was for his son;
He'll live for the grandkids 'till his days are done.
There will be many heirs
     and each will stand in time,
They'll be looking often at those close behind.

The postman brings letters
     every now and then,
Some will request payments, others will find the bin.
Royalty no longer
     do make the front page news,
To see them now the back pages you'll peruse.

Their pictures been painted
     so many years ago,
Where they're hanging now, nobody seems to know.
This land's a republic,
     the monarchy's long gone;
Heirs are now working normal jobs all day long.

Those paintings were noted
     and worth a pretty price;
Whoever had found them will be living nice.
The postman retired
      long before the king's fall;
Spend his days looking at paintings on his wall.

Pollina DeVil

(To be sung to Cruella DeVil from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)

Pollina DeVil. Pollina DeVil.
She ensures that her pollen
Makes you feel ill.
She wants you to buy 
Her allergy pills.
Pollina. Pollina.
She loves seeing your 
Money fill her till.
Payments to Pollina DeVil.

She's found a way to make 
And spread fake pollen.
She loves to hear you cough
And see you sneeze.
Your red and itchy eyes, 
More products you will buy. 
High pollen counts 
Floating in the breeze.

This selfish skunk, 
She markers her map.
She plans where to hide them 
Then set off each trap.
This villain must pay 
The peoples compo bill.
Pollina. Pollina DeVil.

Seasons Of Life

Seasons Of Life
Miracle Man
4/27/2024

Age has a way of collecting life’s dues,
Change is the payment we make to age.
No matter which phase of life we choose,
our payments get steeper at every stage.

Sometimes the payment will be in wealth,
the dues required for our space on earth.
Other times this payment can be in health,
Turning thoughts to outliving our worth.

When the day arrives we can no longer pay 
We throw up our hands and God whisks us away

ODE TO MONEYLENDERS

ODE TO MONEYLENDERS

Oh, what designs can one possess
Lending succour to those with naught
Such desperate need one must confess
And how hard one must have fought

When courtesy has no more currency
With those to whom one is indebted
And there is a sad loss of coherency
Then additional loans must be netted

Limited choices never were the best
Yet lenders all may seem attractive
In selecting just one from all the rest
One does have to be quite proactive

Yet each time, the first steps are easy
Later payments getting ever harder
Mounting dues can make one queasy
It can be hunger and an empty larder

Interest becomes the pound of flesh
With debts spiralling out of control
Raw need and sympathy never mesh
As timely repayment is ever the goal

Whether institutional or private loan
More than money may be involved
Property as capital soon sets the tone
And any timely exit is rarely solved

Pleasant outcomes appear quite rare
Borrowing is always a slippery slope
With risk of ending in a pit of despair
And yet for some, there is still hope

Others

They don’t care,
if your monthly car, mortgage, utility bills,
credit card payments, a loan you’re paying back
your father inlaw has always been on time,
or if.

You didn’t see the no parking or stop sign.
Can’t afford a cap on your cracked front tooth,
so it doesn’t have to be extracted, or that.

You’re sending your child to a private school,
cause of a hearing problem born with.

They don’t care.
You're driving an eighteen-year-old car, or that. 
It just about turned over this morning, or the toilet 
backed up, you water heater’s has a slow leak, and 
is gonna need to be replaced soon, before it bursts 
and floods the basement.

They don’t care.
That person riding the same bus as you each morning,
working next to you ten years on the job,
sitting in the dentist’s waiting their turn to be tortured.
The policeman that pulled you over.
The bank that holds your montages.
The utility company that, thanks you each month,
on your bill, for being a prompt paying customer.
The purser at your child’s school.

They don’t care, they just don’t care!

Millions of African Orphans

as seeing millions 
of orphans at the boundaries 
of African lakes, 
some foreign wars 
and genocides planners 
continue to plan about the mass
 killings of millions of other parents. 
my hands are not getting tired 
to write about the killings 
of  innocent voiceless  
African men 
and women
in different parts 
of African territories. 
Yoh! 
Where is humanity?
Why so much hypocrisy? 
Killing silently  
at one hand 
and claiming helping openly
at other hand.
Yoh!
Sad, 
Very sad to see the augmentation 
of orphans daily.
Where is humanity? 
Why continue killing innocent people? 
What did they do to you 
to deserve these harsh payments?
Yoh! 
So sad 
to see heartless
folks up and down the streets
 singing
 " love " 
by their mouths 
to gain what 
they always want...
But their hearts 
fill with all sort of Evil.

Abandoned

ABANDONED

Standing here by the empty dock
Cruise ship sailed, maybe an hour ago
I readily admit that I was a little late 
But I somehow knew it wouldn’t wait
The correct berth the cab didn’t know
And without my stuff, it’s six o’clock

At least I still have some local money
But the local language I do not speak
North African with French affectation
Some pidgin English is an aberration
By late tonight I will feel quite weak
So, finding a hotel won’t be funny

My passport at least shows my name
But here at night I don’t feel too safe
Find a telephone, make a call for aid
But no connecting flights, I’m afraid
I must appear as some helpless waif
At least I’ll make an insurance claim

But no easy solution comes to mind
Maybe hire a boat to the next port
If the cash I have will cover the cost
Without transport I am certainly lost
No card payments, I’d have thought
I’ll wander a bit and see what I find

While it was dark in the early hours
I paid a guy for me to cross the strait
On an overcrowded migrant dinghy
Like the silent rest, I was also clingy
Gibraltar was at least a British state
Not Spanish, and definitely ours

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