Remittance Poems | Examples

Riyadh is a Quiet Knife

The sun here burns without speaking.
In *Sta. Magdalena, even the wind gossips,
even the silence sits beside you
and calls you **"padaba."

But Riyadh?
Riyadh listens too much.
And when I speak,
my voice comes out wrapped in plastic.

I eat beside men with vanished names,
we all have families blurred behind remittance,
eyes trained not to blink at machines,
hearts trained not to shatter
at the sound of our children
saying “Papa” from a screen.

I have made peace with white tiles,
hallways scrubbed of joy.
The mosque’s call is the only breath
that cuts through this mechanical sleep.
I do not pray—
I bargain with God.
One more year, I say.
One more ***bago umuwi.

And in my bed,
I curl around the ghost of my own dialect.
I am learning to cry
without leaving a trace
on my pillow.


*Sta. Magdalena, Sorsogon, Philippines
**beloved
***before home,  finally.

Television News Reporter

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Learned Lessons

When in time of memories past
we connect to simple thoughts
pouring to the surface of loves
sweet embrace.

Lessons learned are never in vain
when it comes down to aligned
effortless desires.

Belief has no boundaries when
we reach out for answers that
flow without a thought.

The silent portrait shows harmony
untouched when we believe that
all satisfactions are uncountable
when living has no timelines.

Admiration fuses equally with
tender understanding, knowledgeable
reasoning high above our knowing.

Simplified expectations adorn with
acceptance, collect intellectual material
 making life complete.

In the remittance of awkwardness we
except what has to be excepted, passing
on the bloodlines of another generation
to a different intelligent being of deeper
understanding welded  in one, flowing
freely inward.

Collective knowledge penetrates together
in the mind seducing energy to the fullest
ability to focus above understanding.

Being one with the universe portrays an image
of love, power, peace, and harmony throughout
the world forged to be completely understood
without mystery.

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Knocking the Stuffing Out of Resilience

Spare a thought for the plight of resilience,
As most walk past in silence,
Pretending not to notice,
As others dampen all resistance,
To those who call time on a life of resilience,
In favour of one of drug dependence,
With good behaviour earning no remittance,
And no change in evidence,
As long as those without resilience,
Remain in residence,
Doing no due diligence,
To see if the rise of drug dependence,
Coincides with a lack of resilience. 

There still may be time,
If you have a dime,
To help resilience to climb,
Back out of the slime.

I Knew

I Knew
David J Walker

I
I knew a priest
Who blessed the best and 
worst of us 
Saying
Go in Peace 
But leave your burdens here

II
I knew a man who bore 
His chest 
And cursed the heavy verse
That tore his breast 
And left him overcome 
With fear 

III
I knew the sound of
Distant thunder
And feigned the smell 
Of distant rain
In dry wonder 
And long-deserted days


IV
I knew the phrase of 
Remittance 
The key to every golden door
And who so swore would 
Join the banquet 
And thirst no more for
Wine from the golden goblet 

V
I knew a woman who 
Foretold the fortunes
Of worried patrons 
Who burned their aprons
And locked their doors
Vowing this time no more

VI
I knew the tales of 
Reconciliation   
Leaving the burdens 
On the steps for the
Priests to sweep away 
In the mornings after 

VII
I knew life when
The sun was burning 
Hot
In the midst of a
Lush garden

Foreign Remittance

A foreign remittance is still memorable. 
At that time condition was not bit favourable. 
A lot of details and queries.
I couldn't reach my branch.
Every moment a new rule my bank's launch.
Foreign branch performed its role.but my own branch can't be ignored.
No reply on my emails it's strange.
After manager's cooperation environment got change.
Foreign branch provided me number.
The number belongs to chief manager.
My branch needs to give a forwarding letter.
The letter authorised by chief manager.
I texted about the remittance need.
Next day unfortunately manager sir took leave.
I tried to convince him that I am geniune. 
And wanted a favour for remittance soon.
Finally he accepted my application from email.
the remittance becomes a story tale.
Next day I got forwarding letter , 
My manager was nice but a bit loyal administrative nature.
But the importance really lies in his signature.
He signed and things become resolved.
Finally the remittance mystery was solved.

Fallen Angel

Silver lining,
 pouch of gold

Last remittance,
 past unsold

Blessing tendered,
pearl gateway plain 

Fallen Angel
—redemption claimed

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Ill At Ease Or Unfurled

Is your pathway to Heaven now structured,
  with words that your verse seeks to pray

Is your stairway straight up or diverted,
  remittance and debts to repay 

Is your meaning construed or verbatim,
  intention set free of this world

Is your love what was given or taken
 —your heart ill at ease or unfurled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Inspect Than Detect and Correct

Inspect than detect and correct.

Remittance for pittance was part of admittance.

Swerve after you observe the curve.

Receive, retrieve and relieve.

Amount of deceased increased and their
souls would be released.

Jim Horn

Write some poems using these words 
that rhyme.

Pittance For Trump's Remittance

Mere Pittance for Trump's Remittance

Always knew would be  mere pittance,
We did receive for Trump's remittance,
And never practical;
Went on sabbatical;
Used poor vocabulary in each sentence.

Jim Horn

At Ease and Unfurled

Is your pathway to heaven now structured
  with those words that your verse seeks to pray

Is your stairway straight up or diverted,
  with remittance and debts to repay 

Is your meaning construed or verbatim,
  with intention set free of this world

Is your love what was given or taken,
 —with your heart now at ease and unfurled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Stop Slithering

Spare me the sentiment,
You race-baiting charlatan,
Your "charity" reeks of contempt,
And your action for so-called "social justice" is mired in incompetence,
But upon this ID I issue a remittance,
For to me, being called white is a compliment,
A man above petty grievances and privilege puritans,
In my heritage I find contentment,
Knowing that I will never receive special treatment,
Only the disdain of the media gargantuans,
And the incessant complaints of the historically inept,
I revile your inferiority complex's persistence,
To perpetually enslave people in anti-American malevolence,
Why not exist the welfare womb and cut the cord,
For the world is not your enemy,
And if you truly wish to banish the monster under your bed,
Carry our flag proudly as a productive member of society.

Borrowing Cultures In Full

A self acclaimed professional with incomplete training;
following a system with part-time understanding;
feeding a beast with little knowledge of an approach tactics;
are all shelters where misunderstanding is harboured and trouble, honoured.

Foreign traditions should firstly be digested before adopted,
any culture’s morphology without the remittance of peace and respect
is either faulted with errors towards humanity
or carelessly photocopied using a bad ink.

It is okay to have an ascent
by mere keeping up with the kardashians
or beautifully repaint the glamour of societal fun
by bathing in the Jacuzzi of pop culture.

But when an entire way of life 
such as faith based systems and religions
are admired and happily embraced;
such an adoption should never be done from a distance.
Despite its huge diversity, the world gets smaller everyday
due to similar interests, ideology and advancement in technology.
Even though borrowing cultures has aided this process,
it is still insignificant if humane virtues are altered.

The Bug Collector

A half-moon wind caresses naked skin
as a whispered prayer takes flight
Love me well when you dream tonight
Moonlight hosts a symphony opera
with natures orchestral might
Insecta songs they sing , for you
and friends in your care, I in theirs
At these unholy hours
thoughts prove masochistic
Wise counsel naught but acoustic
Un- remittance rends and rips
A lover’s melancholy grips in violent tics
Unpleasant distance will cause regret
For in passions sad neglect
lust and jealousy are bred
Thence in stealth their war is waged
through empty fortresses, razed
where loves light hath fled
but for one last cry distressed
Alas, with deeds time hath cheated
surrendered prayers gone unheeded
Lay thee abed, in privacy to wed
and weep alone instead
for those whom companionship
hath left for dead
As mounted specimens in camphor beds
Insecta songs they sang to deafness
with only a half-moon wind as witness.

Can You Forgive Me

Forgive all my attempts
To make you a magician
Coming to you in dozens of time 
Like a musician and an artisan
At times like a comedian.
A true art of chameleon in religion clothing
Approaching you only for assistance
Never making a remittance but
always giving you the remnant
Even on that i failed to ruminate
But act like a ruminant
I used every instrument of the 
mathematician (that on tithe)
Neglecting all your epistles to the 
Corinthians, Ephesians, 
Philippians, Colossians.
Especially, the one to the Thessalonians.
I omitted the acts of the Apostles
I did not take after the act of Joseph of Arimathea.
These portray the true heart of a politician 
and not a Christian. 
Forgiveness is a decision
Forgive and forget Is a household song
How do i deal with the incisions?
To be safe from infections and perversions
That leads to perdition without neglecting my 
friends affection and persuasion 
That is the nub of this notion
Only by your injunctions and inscriptions
It may be by information for reformation
I can make the right corrections
I must reach perfection
O Lord can you still forgive me?

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