Short Banking Poems
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I went to the bank for some cash
But tellers were having a gnash
The ATM died
The Manager cried
And said he'd be back in a flash
Harry Connick, Junior
Should have been there sooner
American Idol’s ratings had been tanking
But now on his humor they’re banking
*Written May 17, 2014
home
comfortable, secure
loving, sharing, growing
anxiety, demands, cleaning, repairing
cooking, shopping, banking
expensive, exhausting
work
A flatulent codger named Frank
Passed wind as he queued in the bank
When he made his deposit
He shuffled like a hobbit
The stench as he left was so rank
4/19/18
Debit
Liable, obligatory
Owing, paying, pledging
Indebtedness, deficit, salary, bonuses
Receiving, banking, depositing
Affluent, prosperous
Credit
April 28, 2021
The banking rate
is like a young lady
one day low and promising
next day
the value rises with several per cent
and a question
at the dance floor
by the river will be
can I get a loan?
Form:
My buddy mistyped ‘high wire walking’
Her error got everyone talking
She merits a spanking
Cos it rhymed with banking
From quizzes Michelle is now baulking!
07/09/21
I went to my bank yesterday
As I went to work, it’s on my way
I said to the cashier Miss Valance
“Hello can you check my balance”
She replied “yes certainly Mr. Dover”
Then walked round and pushed me over
Form:
People can be jealous of you
Not because you are rich
But they envy you true
For you look calm and peach.
If you want a beautiful life
Invest and capitalize on it
Don't regret on banking strife
You'll never lose anything fret.
It is well enough that people of the nation,
do not understand our banking,
and monetary system,
for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution,
before tomorrow morning.
- Henry Ford, a corporate poet,
who didn't even know it.
Comes the fevered dusk
A sultry breeze across skin
banking sun's embers
A brief respite from the heat
of which to sip and gaze stars
7/11/2011
Paula Swanson
For the contest, Tanka You
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Placement: 1st
Observing driving factors of world influence, i note the word 'road-map?'
Also percentages and interest methods
In banking..The value of such against
Pure human values.' And are big buisness
Involved in major and macro developments?
I leave the reader to draw their own
Conclusions.?
Banking & Robbery
On Commerce
As in Title and Circulation
of Letters
Constitution as in it's Freedom
Cannot be Withheld
for General & Peaceful
Assembly
of Framing
Congress
The Loss does and does
not to exist
in the accounting
of codified Department
Military Logistic Command
that bank teller in her glass cubicle,
pretty mermaid in a submersible,
gives you that vague feeling underwater
that divers with checks would swim about her,
never minding watery obstacle,
bank clients' delight, lovely spectacle!
Garden decorations
Generally bearded;
Guardians of treasures,
German speaking, it’s said.
Groomed to perfection by
Goblins, fairies and elves,
Gnomes rule the banking world!
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Gnomes is slang for Swiss bankers.
Contest: Pleiades – G
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
© 30th November 2016
Spendthrift...Skinflint
spendthrift
extravagant, wasteful
buying, shopping, squandering
presents, parcels, deposits, interest,
counting, banking, hoarding
tightfisted, miserly
skinflint
Gentle breeze, reedbeds quiver
Seed heads brush the sky
Golden straw reflects in mirror
Chalk stream slipping by
Dimple disturbs surface shimmer
Trout beneath the willow
Sips small floating black gnat dinner
Eddy's swirling shadow
Kingfisher dives down the river
Orange belly banking
Fleeting flash of turquoise glitter
Picturesque enchanting
The lonely string-less kite,
has no ambitions like a chartered flight,
yet she soars, aimless but high.
Fighting snarling trees,
And dark electric lines,
It s a peek-a-boo with death,
Banking on wind's soft breath.
Cut off from a mere mortal’s hand,
Her vagabond life is short,
But the flaps of freedom is dearer,
Than the string of eternity.
Absolutely contented people,
Banking collapse in America,
Dropped like a bullock, lay like a block,
Lost to meltdown.
Umpteen colossal buildings,
Symbol and homage to science,
Devastating earthquake , tumbled down,
Lost to meltdown .
Avid bewildered desires,
Rising high with a dash but going adrift,
Bemused their zing to malady prostration,
Lost to meltdown.
If everyone truly understood our banking and money systems,
there would be an unprecedented global unified uprising,
a full blown out worldwide scale revolution,
before tomorrow morning.
Unfortunately, many don't bother with higher learning,
so the powers that be who rule the monetary systems,
continue ruling over all of us, never questioned, unchanging.
I received a golden hello
But nothing of banking I know
On commodities, the future I bet
For large bonuses each year,to net
Too soon the 'bubble' has burst
Of course,everyone else,has come off worse
But I do not reap what I sow
They gave me parachute payout & pension to go
Global finances,crash into debt
Yet still I have no regrets ...(yet !)
People often talk about
the heat and torture of hell
I'm currently living in one
with the only excitement here daily
is the Courthouse Bell
Politics hidden like a stitch
People wearing costumes camouflaged
to look like the rich
Last names worn as a badge of fame
Fake celebrities walking amongst
the poor people
While their banking accounts are the same
The queue has moved
Am at the counter now,
I hand over my stash of cash.
“good morning” she says,
I had lost the greeting culture.
Such warmth.
Sifting through the notes
With her silken smooth fingers,
Sorting, straightening bent ears,
Stashing in safe drawer,
I wish she would
Sort out my heart
And keep it safe in a closet.
Only she would access!
The script of experience,
endorsing our wills
banking our choices,
paying our bills
Crediting our memory
for what lies ahead
debentures of faith
the black and the red
A ledger retallied,
both columns in sync
the plus and the minus,
indelible ink
Its summary left open,
all errors erased
with loans to push forward
—new funding in place
(Rosemont College: December, 2021)
I’m banking on a sunshiney day
That will race my blues away
I’m looking for the sun
And want the good times begun
I’m looking for my friends
The ones who will be there to the end
I’m banking it will turn out fine
As I raise my glass of wine
For I’m banking on a sun shiney day
There will be no clouds of grey
So get your smile a workin’ true
The first bit is up to you.
© Paul Warren Poetry