Short Finances Poems
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I would wake to a HAPPY HOME
Filled with luxury of SINCERITY
Heirs of our dreamy but STABLE FINANCES
Generous health that takes us on a good DIET
Pots of general well being
Starched in all round settlement, oh my WEDDING
ye are better than them
finances of the world
resources basket for continents
out of jealousy and envy
we have been raided
our men are slain
our women, raped!
our babies are spill to rocks
oh! white raiders,
lead generations into slavery
Here's a revelation, do you want to lose weight
well don't let the bus drop you outside your gate.
Another revelation is this, are your finances
disappearing in the mist. don't spend more than you earn,
I had to learn a big lesson from this.
Form:
Mr MrsManipulators agents and schemers,
Hustlers prying on individuals emotions, trust
and finances. Merchants of manipulating a fraud Mr Mrs instigators scheming lies charmers and influencers of deceptions plotting one's downfall to gain popularity and notoriery.
Worry?
Stress?
Life?
Bound?
Finances?
Kids?
What can we do ?
Where do we go from here?
A new worry?
New Stress?
Same life...
God whispers to us...
Come my little children and bow to me.
Fall down to your knees.
I'll stir from your feet.
I'll feed what you need to eat.
Whipping your worries a way.
Giving you hope for a new day.
Form:
An audit caused me so much distress,
a demand arrived from IRS
I’ve interest to pay
or they’ll lock me away
my finances are in a huge mess!
Neat alcohol's one of my vices -
my wallet has hit a huge crisis,
much to my chagrin
I can’t afford gin
I’m angry at inflated prices!
FEMALE
RUSSIAN DIOPSIDE
Size 6
12/23/18
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 !)
Clock ticking
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive
Time to infuse the aroma
Sigh
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances
What's one to do when right tight finances
prevent travel, tipping and hot ballroom dances?
What's one to do when bureaucracy’s failures
bind innocent hours of time seeking court's favor?
What's one to do when the men who seem sweet
are encumbered by narcissism, women or weed?
Meditation and prayer move when weekdays provoke...
Friday night hot bath, red wine, chill jams. Let's get soaked!
In Wall street
almost all is gossip,
often all is trick ...
you don't labor,
you negotiate illusion
Purchase, vend and distribute
f finances, capital,
boodle,
buck and
money...
serious joke,,, !
It seems like your finances have evaporated
but don't fret sweetheart
today I emerged victorious
with a small sum of money
and wish your dear soul to share in this joy
So let the poetic
beauty of turning setbacks
into opportunities
inspire you to navigate
the realms of financial security
Plus, choose reward
for your unwavering commitment
"USB Charging Donut" OR
"Insulated Trunk Organizer"
Come
Up with
A business idea
Form a company
Of your choice
Its law
For
Business
Turn
your idea into
A business opportunity
It is wise
For you
To advertise
And find
Potential customers
For your
Business
Get
Finances
For your
Business entity
To boost your
Production of
A product or
Service
Finally
Launch your
Brand.
Concept from entrepreneurs
Poetry by Chipepo Lwele
04/02/2023
Fallacious finances
In a shell game
Destined only to get or gain
Until human worth lies as
Consumers with stimulated fantasies
In greed drenched dreams
About fortune or fame while
Regarding their way of life in
Yankeedom as the untimate Utopia.
Fictionalized futures foment
In this falsehood worldwide
As others await their turn to a
So-called stimulus
Connecting to their shantytown
Orbit as they dream of destroying Utopia.
My sentiments, your entirety
my bad hair day, your inquirin' me
why it is so and I just
would rather respond with same blushed
integrity I just saw in the double
amputee has uncontrolled diabetes.
System says non-compliant
code for hasn't finances
to deal, so will however
is possible.
Is a beautiful world ifya scratch
'neath the surface.
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kinda rhymes, so i picked that, it may just as well be free verse, too
Who controls our banking?
Ruinous fees for money lending.
Who questions their investing?
Why so dear for money lending?
Who does profit from accounting?
Our finances they're controlling,
While our economy they're ruining,
They're amassing fortunes pecuniary,
Big business for them, commercially.
Let's questions their accountability
For our faceless Australian economy,
Profits overseas they're sending---
So much for Australian banking!!!!!!
The Printer takes our written words and with a little ink,
He tells the world in black and white what we all think,
He may serve for finances or business of his own,
With Soho notes and member cards of where to write or phone.
But one or the other, his importance is supreme,
Because his craft is needed in promoting every gym,
His letters spell the words we mean or hide the ones we think,
Whenever we speak in terms of the Soho printers ink.
Past choices one has made, Couldn’t it been the opposite instead or was one simply following one’s heart and not using one’s head? Former relationships, jobs, finances Whats bugging one? Other’s people’s behaviour's or one’s behaviour's irritating one another . What’s really bugging one? Goals to set, deadlines to be accommodated, authority figures bugging one or are one really united or divided in reality or illusions that’s what really is bugging one.
The leaves weren’t wilted I see
A head of lettuce light green crispy
And I had checked finances to boot
I was confident I could cover the loot
The green grocer was standing tall
He had tracked down the lettuces all
But there had been a price
Not raised once twice but thrice
Who would have thought last year
That lettuce would be bought with tears
And I wonder what the bank manager thinks
Having to mortgage for vegetables stinks!
© Paul Warren Poetry
There are three gates that we must enter
To have Jesus the Christ as our center
The first we see is a forgiving soul
It makes one humble it makes one whole
The second is a faithful life
It gives so much and reduces strife
The third is opened by these two
To bless each life through and through
It is the finances of the King
That opens opportunities
To bless more lives and save more souls
The things we buy with faith you see
He paid with blood for you and me
Fear lies with loss
Will it be love that dies?
Will it be a home now gone?
Will it be security, finances,
Health or loss of life?
Fear lies with loss
To be alone, stranded,
As if walking a barren desert
Or deserted street, with nothing left
We hold onto what we have,
Who we care for, our very beings
That which we don't want to lose
Fear is that we may or we will
- Because in reality we can -
- The basis of all fear is loss -
Heidi Sands
9/5/18