Wrought by the hands of Aphrodite this tale begun.
With sunset glaze and infinite rythem.
Had Apollo composed this melody?
For this has been my only remedy.
This longing can't be quenched now,
Not until I've found love.
So I wait here under this tree,
Waiting for someone to set my heart free.
Days and months and years have passed by,
All that's left is a desolate cry.
For this tale is at the hands of The Fates,
And they weave nothing but rebates.
Categories:
rebates, god, grief, heartbreak, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
...lights the path to plays
only the night graces.
Boys, leaping on feets,
tapping shadows of girls
bridling fires beneath
the supper pots.
Ghost of one
whose promise rebates.
Grace of one
whose turn to take.
Give or take,
hands are fiddled.
gods dine different.
Praises from fathers' best.
A full moon,
the kindred pray for more.
Categories:
rebates, africa, memory, moon,
Form: Free verse
In debt to the moment,
invoice inscribed…
tomorrow defaulting,
old debits a lie
The hour upon us
whose present awaits,
all payments in cash
—forever rebates
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Categories:
rebates, time,
Form: Rhyme
Satire
Doing Sweeties Chores
7-9-2016
My wif no longer cuts the grass
And goat jus died from eatin glass
Her old string trimmer is most gone
She’s upen left so I’m livin alone
Our washing machine it had no cord
I think she named it MY scrub board
The iron she left had the name of sad
The wurst appliance she’d ever had
I feed the chickens and slop the hog
And at night I sleep with my ole dog
I’m now in bed most nights by dark
I lay and listen to the call of a lark
So now I’m eatin from paper plates
Clipping qupons and hunting rebates
As I hang my washin outside to dry
I think of her leavin and wonder why?
I gave her stuff and promised more
For she’d werk jus like a stevedore
Since she left things are sure rundown
ifen she’d return I’d taker to town
Categories:
rebates, funny, satire,
Form: Lyric
Little Dollar Debbie, loves to thrift store shop,
her pocket full of dollars, she doesn't want to stop.
A place of splendid bargains, stacked so ever high,
wanting almost everything that finds her shoppers eye.
Her pocket full of dollars, she doesn't want to stop,
walk each aisle, end to end, like a spinning top.
Pick up each new item to give it careful look,
searching high and low in every shelf and nook.
A place of splendid bargains stacked so ever high,
each for just one dollar for her happily to buy.
New things never seen before to tempt her shoppers skill,
amazing offers in the mix to test her weakened will.
Wanting almost everything that finds her shoppers eye,
two for one with rebates tempting her to try.
Shes a shop-a-holic with no plan to ever stop,
Little Dollar Debbie, loves to thrift store shop.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
5/15/16 ©
Categories:
rebates, fun, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
The Sun pays Taxes
People look at the golden rays of the sun
And doubts his richness unlimited
Though he doesn’t work nor does any business
How he owns such a real estate.
Impossible to get proofs
That he has the black money.
But he does write a cheque
Of the pleasant evenings
By plunging into the ocean
And pays his revenue taxes
He even gets rebates from
Stars, Moon, Earth moving around.
+++++++
April 27, 2014
Form : Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fourth Place Win
Contest: Any Poem goes #28 by Linda
Categories:
rebates, sun,
Form: Free verse
In youth's frantic clutches
Addicted to vapid touches
Love children spawned in shaded hutches
Existing on euphoric highs, painless crutches
In middle age, lust morphed into longing
Spent body in static sphere now belonging
Neglected prodigy seeking shelter in availing arms
Licentious, pretentious friends fled in swarms
Sins of youth girdle my deserted gates
Promiscuous flings my esteem deflates
Rebellious children their fealty abrogate
Venal lovers rue my chaster estate
In deep morass, my withered soul equivocates
Bridging divide of self pity, butressing hope inflates
Then residual pain with due penance heart conflates
Seeking self forgiveness; from others proffering rebates
Healing balm of inner resolve soothes empty soul
To wayward children unconditional love tendered not in
part but whole
To fair weather friends only distant compassion will dole
Forthrightly, to bring uplifting, sharing friends into my
foal
Categories:
rebates, hopechildren, self, children, self,
Form: Rhyme
People look at my golden rays
And doubt my richness unlimited
Though I don’t work nor do any business
But I own such a real estate.
Impossible to get proofs
That I have the black money.
But I do write a cheque
Of the pleasant evenings
By plunging into the ocean
And pay my revenue taxes
I even get rebates from
Stars, Moon, Earth moving around.
+++
Categories:
rebates, introspection, mystery,
Form: Free verse
God Blesses My Soul
God blesses my soul every day in very many little ways.
And He answers my prayers: yes, no, or wait a few more days.
If there ever is: discord, contention or dissension.
I am held in special arms, well loved, safe; did I mention?
My soul soars when I see the Father working in my life.
He gives me special comforts to relieve me of my strife.
If I need some extra cash, poof! Like magic, God will send:
Unexpected rebates or birthday money from old friends—
Every time I am happy, the whole world becomes my toy.
God blesses me with critters and the plants that bring me joy.
But greater than those blessings that He gives to me while near.
Is the blessing of eternity with my Savior, dear.
© Name withheld for the contest
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Couplets
Categories:
rebates, faithme, me,
Form: Couplet
Freedom
Bitterness seeks to squelch freedom with words.
Take not up thy rifles, loathsome trifle.
Liberated hearts, expressions conceived.
Observe! Speak! Be heard! Please, never stifle.
Oppression… Asphyxiates. Suffocates.
Strangulates! False promises lack visions.
Free at last! Are we? Grip freedoms rebates.
Goodwill! Dreams! Worship OR not! Professions.
Dance along in life; sing with chutzpah, nerve.
Let out free will! Choice thrills, sashays the slopes.
Liberty… Emancipates! Gives hearts verve.
Rejoice! Praise! Thank God! Live! Fulfill your hopes.
Everywhere, let thoughts be heard; then, joy find:
Love, choice, fear, struggles, defeats, successes…
For all these things, build strength within mankind.
Freedom embraces the keys to dreams, wishes.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 13, 2010
Categories:
rebates, life, social, uplifting
Form: Quatrain