Short Cashing Poems
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Cashier's coffee cost to more
Cashier's coffee hope to score
Cashing coffee coast to shore
Casting coffee breaking moare
A fire in the sky
cashing in on weekend dreams,
Shrill peels of laughter
grabbing his hand with flushed cheeks,
Blinked and woke up; It’s Monday.
Washington & Adams retired to their lair
Jefferson invented the swivel chair,
Taft went back to the law-
Of late,cashing-in seems the plan
Only Harry ,was a true man
Justice has reared is you it looks behind the distant jewels cashing in guilty plea desperately asking why is me whoa is me
10/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
We made a bet
I hope to win
And if I do
I'm cashing in
One kiss per poem
You promised me
If I reached 1,000
Collectively
So I made a wish
May it come true
You might not remember
But I certainly do
1,000 poems
I'm almost there
Then 1,000 kisses...
Everywhere
Lonely lovers lay
Prone pondering the pages
Of others offerings
While wealthy women
Cashing company cheques
Purchase those priceless pooches
All the while, angry adolesents
Sewing sad smiles
Filling furrowed frowns
Beauty borrowed, now broken
On swiftly shifting sands
How this people thrown poor?
His birth or by Earth?
Rich and poor two mixtures
Which to whom God fixes
Poor not chasing behind chances
Cashing rich all poor’s lapses
Rich,poor like thrones and roses
Only God knows why the purpose
Hell is rich in fire and ashes
Heaven is for all poor masses!
People lashing out,
People cashing out,
People looking out,
People booking out,
People wearing out,
People staying out,
People growing out,
People freaking out,
People shouting out,
People rubbing out,
People knocking out,
People shopping out,
People shooting out,
People opting out.
Time running out.
Cashing
A call centre job is a slave job
Like digging holes in the road
Or painting a truck with a toothbrush
Go work in a call centre
Do this do that all at once!
Multi task you’re all smart
Do more than one thing at once
We trained you and pay you
You’re the best so get on with it!
Make us some bloody money
Packing up your things today
No way that you can stay
Your time to fly away
Keep your demons at bay
Not making any headway
Tired of you in replay
Cashing in your sick pay
No more a fiancé
Fifty shades of your grey
This is my power play
Live with love a better way
This memorial day
Our independence May
Well I sit here
And you sit there
Sheltered at home
Wish we were a pair
Stuck in a cave
Outside is storming
Thinking of you
The warmth of the morning
Cashing memories
This new normal
Missing every moment
Stuck in my bubble
Wishes of my heart
Singing to night skies
Dreaming of your touch
Twilight butterflies
Each seeded pod of active indulgence
With the sternness of instructions
Delivered to one and all,
‘Never leave under light
Sunlight especially at fall,’
A test one thinks for the human race
Does one wait to reap the spoils of his haul,
When so many of the world’s population
Are cloned when the cuckoo doth call?
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Verse 1
His lips
Passion bliss
Wanna kiss
Not hiss
Nor diss
With This boy I Miss
With This boy I Miss
Verse 2
Saultry eyes
Shapely thighs
Makes me high
I'm going to fly
And try
With This Boy I Miss
With This Boy I Miss
Verse 3
Hot passions
Smooth fashions
Foods Rations
I'm Stashing
Not Cashing
With This Boy I Miss
With This Boy I Miss
Is someone profiting on your wishes and dreams,
renaming your parade
Like a thief in the night they steal every wish,
their own life at best a charade
Is someone else cashing the check you just wrote,
to pay for their larcenous schemes
Has your good name been kidnapped, indentured, enslaved
—as you curdle in search of the cream
(Rosemont College Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
COPLA 66 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
High ideals aims des hautes visées
To stand on tested principles
You don’t reward
For You it’d seem sometimes nausée
You caution mixing with infidels
To move forward
You set the main stage for villains
Who romp and jump on proscenium
Cashing the light
You let the trodden poor in chains
Serve morons without premium:
You call this right
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
And then... It all went black...
It's kind of funny as I look back...
Everything all for not...
Learning nothing I was taught...
Losing it all on a whim...
Drowning because I refuse to swim...
Sitting in the courthouse lot...
I had never considered getting caught...
I look over the endless sea of regret...
Over the beaches of mounting debt...
I'm self-made and self-lost...
I've been cashing checks but now know the costs...