The sky was streaking in the most
amazing blazing hearten colors.
I thought that I was impregnable
from the outside, quite challenging,
competitive world it commands.
Behind my desk I sit in my study.
The sun casts shadows through
the large windows, upon the large
exposed darkened room.
Piles of unopened bills spread out
I've ignored, rustled to open.
Stifled, I couldn't stop looking
at a letter, wishing it would
disappear, I just had read.
It's the banks final
repossession notice.
Feeling I was in prison.
Determined struggles of energy
to be rescued.
As many hours I put in working
to make everything go right
But, it was just not enough.
Opportunities of offers had open up,
but I knew it wasn't going to be enough.
Finding myself reaching the nadir of my
despair, I knew now my emotions
were hard to conceal.
Reflecting back in the beginning
I thought it would be easy, I was mistaken.
Whispering a small prayer,
"Lord, if it is your will; please help guide
me in this crushing storm I'm in
and bring the calm of the waves embrace."
The battle in the soul
We could have won.
But nearly lost our world,
in earthly things we own.
The repossession
Taken everything back
All savings have gone
Leave us empty and broken.
Tears from the heart
A flood of feelings
Praying from the start
Good fortune revellings.
Inhale tragedy of possession
Exhale relief of repossession
Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but a starting point a utility
that can no longer avail the authorities
and their hold over luck and venture
yes your countenance is sanctioned
by the blaspheming throne of numbers
and faces no injunction or coercive measure
for the infinite stubby sadisms
that fill the cosmic belly
with degradation and humiliation
a digestive system congenitally supplemented
with self adulation stretched thin
to the point of fragmenting
that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind
into a hill of lizards
you can't see the horizon from
shiver and blanch to the bulletin that
the lingering scraps of your empire
have been licensed for repossession
Banks,
Financial assassins
Firing bullets
Of insolvency
At targets
Without cover
Raping with foreclosure
Killing with repossession
Preying and hunting
All trophies out of season
Poaching their eternity
From the bounty of hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)
Slay me
September sun
hot penetrating star
wanton repossession I lust
Sol-mate
Kindle
kiss me afire
spread me bathed blushing surge
flare flies flamingo dawning sky
birth-day
Susan Ashley
July 15, 2017
*Poet's note: 'Smile Of The Sunrise', an acrylic painting by Marie Green*
Banks,
Financial assassins
Firing bullets
Of insolvency
At targets
Without cover
Raping with foreclosure
Killing with repossession
Preying and hunting
All trophies out of season
Poaching their eternity
From the bounty of hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)
Lifting the dark, heavy coffee mug,
I drank to the comforts of drinking—
For the repossession of nostalgia
My neck was burning
As the liquid skipped down my throat,
A moon-like face shining in the cup
I downed the rest of childhood,
Drowning in dismal déjà vu
Staring at her sadly... reflecting
At the bottom of the mug,
She stared back insatiably
Did she truly hate me—or miss me?
I drank to the last drip
I would only see her face again
When my distinctive thirst returned
it is then i feel like an earthquake inside
it is then i feel as if my balance needs a ride
it is then i feel like my heart is on vacation
it is then i feel that my heart and mind have no relation
the color of life is so bland and so bleak
the color of life has my will feeling so weak
the color of life has my hair all falling out
the color of life makes me want to pout and shout
this emptiness has me drowning all in debt
this emptiness makes me weep as i have wept
this emptiness fully defines my here and now
this emptiness is my when, where, why, and how
my cost to pay is the loss and repossession
my cost to pay is the erasure of each collection
my cost to pay is my brain's full sanity
my cost to pay is my spinach vanity
the rust doorknob is my only microphone
the rust doorknob is my view when i'm alone
the rust doorknob is my only ray of hope
the rust doorknob is my only way to cope
happiness' eye closed when you walked out the door
happiness' eye is murky where it was clear before
happiness' eye was the center of our love's strength
happiness' eye is now fully blind at every length
Evicted now from house and home
our mortgage in arrears.
This finally brought home to roost
the worst of all our fears.
The repossession notice
never came as a surprise,
we’d struggled now for many years
avoiding this demise.
A loss of both our house and ‘home',
NO… it cannot be that way!
We’ve only lost our house you see,
our home's still where we stay.
And home cannot be torn from us,
it lives within our hearts.
Wherever we lay down our heads
is where our new home starts…..
Ivor G Davies
~“SECRET”, to be or not to be is my life long concession,
essence of sacred heart or of the mind’s crooked obsession...
having sacred purpose or a Neanderthal digression...
by reaching the peaks of mind control freaks of worldly transgression!
~"BELIEVING" in our senators one hundred twelfth, Bull Session...
where wealth is represented, the poor face a great depression...
the poor, no score, special interest have the floor, closed session!
~"A WORLD POSSESSED", greatly depressed, indiscretion, repossession...
they say, learn a new profession, "in this world of aggression?"
~NEUROTIC DEPRESSION" [anxious obsession] without expression…
what do I choose...moral compression by legal profession…
of manic depression or sacred heart’s harmonic progression?
For and in honor of Shani Fassbender
And contest: “Tell me a Secret”
Flamboyant extravagance now infra dig
High class labels embarrassing
Enormous houses now freezing cold
Investment bankers – hiding the gold
Green philosophies put into action
Recycled living the latest fashion
Anxiety political personal basic
Maximise optimise – the cant of the wise
Expression depression opinions outpour
Anger, betrayal, corruption and more
Mortgage arrears fuel fears of repossession
Government’s reaction – an impotent regression
Churchmen clinging to their uniforms of history
Vatican keeping church assets a mystery
Emperor’s new clothes glory castles in the air
Expression recession - a very sad affair.
Sitting in the outhouse,
Gettin' high on turds;
Thinking about my crappy life,
Can't sum it up in words
The kids ain't worth a quarter,
They're meaner than the mob;
All they do is eat and fart,
They won't go find a job!
I have a cat named Bonzo,
He hates his litterbox;
Squats wherever he chooses,
Right on my favorite socks
My stupid dog Binky,
Dumber than an English pea;
He never barks at strangers,
Instead, he barks at me!
My bills are in collections,
I'm about to lose my job;
The car's in repossession,
I feel like a rotten slob
Maybe I'll grab my gun,
And try to end it all;
Enough with all the drama,
I'm tired of takin' the fall!
When I think I've had enough,
Others have it worse;
Suicide's the cheap way out,
It's time to put God first!
Who knows if I'll be homeless,
Standing in a kitchen's line;
Today the skies are dreary,
Tomorrow's sun will shine
Trapped in my own recession
I transfer from my aggression
To get out of this oppression
I may need another session
One day I shall get possession
And even get out of this suppression
You may fix me with recompression
I can see from your expression
You can see I am in transgression
I may need to use some compression
And will treat it like an abscession
Or something from my profession
If I am caught up in my depression
And I might go into some regression
You know I will display no digression
But I do need to make a confession
For that I’ll need decompression
Now can we see progression
You cannot buy from a concession
You can call it my obsession
I can see you in my procession
Though I may need to take repossession
I will do it all in succession