Short Checkbook Poems

The price of love Is unmeasurable so  put your checkbook away~



12/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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"some words; guitar tunes, and a Korg keyboard"


presently
i'm busy

juggling 
one or two

things
while

trying to
keep a

balanced
checkbook...

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Forlorn lies my checkbook
      beside it, my pen
   When, O when, will I
      ever use them again

   Paying bills online, even
      charitable contributions
   has already become
      an American institution...

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To the young lady I shagged on the bed
Sorry my bank account was so in the red
My checkbook had bounced
When on you I pounced
Dearie, better to be in the red than dead. 

Written April 21, 2022...

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This Halloween I'll hand out no candy
Just yachts, fast cars, and Napoleon Brandy
Yes, I'll be spreading my wealth
My friends, here's to your health!
There's fine wine ready and my checkbook handy

Written 10/11/22...

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Liberals with a credit card
Debts they’ll never pay
Mortgaging our future
The present now ‘in play’

Conservatives with a checkbook
The balance no concern
Hope now bouncing downward,
—when will we ever learn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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Liberals with a credit card,
Debts they’ll never pay
Mortgaging our future,
The present now ‘in play’

Conservatives with a checkbook,
The balance no concern
Hope now bouncing downward
  —when will we ever learn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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I will never trust her again. Never.
Hug. Hug. Forgive me. Okay. One more time.
My husband rolls his eyes.
I stick out my tongue.
He walks off.
Not wanting to hear the
new story. I buy it fully 
and get out the checkbook
wanting my forgiveness
hug again next week....

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You saved me and our boys
when you count the matchsticks
you might think you came out
on the side that don't flick

And so we fight

You love a slightly unbalanced wife 
you endure an unbalanced checkbook
you live a life that keeps you breathing
a life based on a chance you took

But you were right...

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Will Sonsly be there? Maybe
Mental note to self.
Leave checkbook at home.
Make excuses for all next week.

Will Jerillee be there?
Maybe.
Mental note to self.
Leave credit cards at home.

Will Kluptoma be there?
Definitely!
Mental note, lock purse in car trunk
And hope Kluptoma has not graduated
To grand theft auto yet....

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Astute and Proper,
Prim, correct.
Unswerving other doctrine
In the hurting dialect.
Cancelled checkbook;
broken trust. . .
Meaningful relationship of dust on rust.
"Always the new you."
"I'm the same feeling sound."
Underscores the meaning
Of having what we've found.
"Saw you for an option."
"Give me back what's mine!"
Cologne is out of fashion,
Maybe so is the profound. . ....

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Thank you for always being there,
for every smile and fear;

Thank you for taking me to plays and concerts
and exploring the beach and nature center;

Thank you for showing me how to balance my checkbook
and how to handle a compliment or a dirty look

Thank you for teaching me to work hard
and that it leads to playing harder;

thank you for the love and laughter 
I am proud to be your daughter...

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the house is busy
in and out
shopping errands lawn garbage
cars shifting, boys shouting
basketball, baseball, dog leash
hockey skates
games
scores
food
how many for dinner?
laundry dishwasher soap
bleach
ah bleach
ice tea on the porch
dog at my feet
newspapers on the table
later, maybe later
grocery list
drug store
exhange shoes
oil change
tickets?
deposits?
checkbook?
are we done yet?...

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Calendars and note cards,
Labels by the score,
Memo pads and bookmarks,
Wrapping paper, sometimes more.

Every single charity
Reaches out to see
If any of their offers
Unlocks generosity.

For some I get the checkbook
(Yes, old-fashioned, but it works)
And send in a donation
To offset those little perks.

But after I am dead and gone,
My family, bereft,
Will be shocked at just how many
Address labels I have left.
...

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I listened as you spoke
Gums flapping in the breeze
Words slipping off the tongue
Expressed with so much ease

Your verbal gymnastics 
Deserve a perfect ten
I ask you one question
You repeat it all again

Your words enchant me
I listen while you sell
Some kind of hypnosis
I respond to your spell

I bow to your persuasion
Your rythm my blues
I want what you're selling
This thing I won't use

As I open my checkbook
The spell starts to break 
My brain starts working
When my hand starts to shake...

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