Short Paid Poems
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Saw it in the window.
Spoke to me deep in my soul.
Needed to take it home
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
just got my check
you can bet
going to spend
and grim
with my friends
i don't need no ade
just me you see
iJUST GOT PAID
A counselor, I am paid to listen to people
I hear what I want though
Filtering out all the rest of the junk
Plotting a poem around the good stuff
Paid dogs watching over
Barking their insecurities
Like puppets in a show
Craving for someone
Else's life and liberty
January 7, 2023, PST, BC
we made this bill
it was up hill
fight for our right
so many was hurt
we were here frist
today will say
no way
for other to play
WE PAID
THE WAY
Sports stars these days
get paid millions to play
little boys and little girls games
Yet jobs that only adults can do
sports stars are wont to eschew
Joe Mokes was a driver of tractors
He was violent and despised distractors.
Drives too fast, some said.
Goes too slow, others pled.
All now suffer with various fractures.
Requesting
forgiveness
from the dead
My will
crossing over
no longer misled
Requesting
forgiveness
my debt was set free
Destiny
reckoned
—atonement complete
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
When our Kids make us smile....
"Mama, Miss Sandra is Number one and Miss Jennifer is number two.
What does that mean?"
"I don't know"
"I know. It means Miss Sandra is the PeePee and Miss Jennifer is the PooPoo"
They are more vital
Than a Wall Street stock-broker
And WAY under-paid...
But then (One would guess)
They would teach for wrong reasons
It's a true calling...
(For my dear and dedicated daughter...Lynette!)
I play what those-in-the-know
want you to hear
On my drum-and-fife
I tap out the stars-and-stripes
I’m the paid piper
Yes, I’m the paid piper
Limerick : Once a Pathan paid for a brandy
Once a Pathan paid for a brandy
While in the company of (a) Dandy
Dandy was all so gay
He squealed like a blue jay
While Pathan jumped up on his bounty.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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to be of use
without abuse
there’s no excuse
a bit obtuse?
well-cooked my goose?
slide on the noose?
that I refuse!
slip on my shoes
spread the news
do not confuse
it’s not a ruse
but what I choose
I’ve paid my dues
in bleeps bassoon, we find
character and creativity
and from each detail it
soughta brings the bass
and treble together
cause together we one
bad mutta ( shout yo mouth)!
Bleeps and bleepers
stand to sing
the bleepin song!
Jesus Paid Or You Will
Miracle Man
3/16/2025
We spend many hours on things that please us,
spending little time upon our knees with Jesus.
Who went to the cross,
as payment for dross,
When born again, from past sin He frees us.
If you look for me
Air is all you'll see
In a lover's tryst
I do not exist
I don't see you
I look through
In a lustful trip
You seem to slip
Not so caring with me
When you know you can get it for a cheap fee
Bought and paid for sex
What's next?
Quatrain #549:
PAID
Peak in sure prime as love scripts show,
Apt tryst in time where cheer streams flow;
Inch with swift chimes life journey grand,
Dance buzzy rhymes with sparkling glow.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2016
Singapore
As the world rises and falls
You were the hound
now you're the quarry
Ending games
always changes the colour of your eyes
Now you carry the World on your shoulders
Once you were free
but the onus is rebound
You've paid for your opinions
quelle surprise
Identity
losted,
at
her
decision
races
wounded.
With
destruction
lives
are
afflicted,battered
with
many
heart
is
Saddness.
A
life
losted,the
newest
one
created,
with
one
man's
blood
all
races
a
newest
faces..
Sick and tired of incarceration,
Of going to jail 4 no damn reason.
I’ve done more time & litigation,
Probably covered most every season.
We clean & scrub 4 unfit grub,
We bust our ass, so time will pass.
We want to leave; we’ve paid our dues,
Can’t they see, debts paid times two.
Time is not a trend
but surely will come to an end.
When? I cannot say: but this I do know...
"JESUS paid it all, and all to Him I owe;"
My wiles and my ways rage on like a mighty sea
but they like a mist will soon fade away...
"Sin has left a crimson stain, but He washed it white as snow."
I
She was a prophetess
Dealing with vision, words
Then came political correctness
Some tongues are incarcerated
II
Have you paid (absurd)
For your every word
Some want you "wrong"
Others say, "Go along"
III
Dr. King used diction
Minus hate, violent action
So did Diedrich Bonhoeffer
What would you offer?
Pieced together thin slices
like a slivered moon
mosaic
cobbled snapshots of splendor and pain
Fractured glints of crashed boundaries
uncollected past dues
mingled souls’ shredded fabric
a patchwork insane
shimmered moonglow does knock on
your window each night
poke your nose through the fog
and unlock the safety chain
You should not have paid that she said.
Smugly. Haughtily. In a mean unkind ugly way.
I gave her my famous straight-lined smile.
The one I reserve for my enemies.
I would not have bought that, she told me.
Stuck up, aggressively, in a nasty, despicable way.
I did not even hear her this time.
She had ceased to be a part of my world now.
I meditate you in verses,
I paint you in poetry,
I write prose of you...
I look for all verbs,
affectionate, loving and warm
and the richest rhymes
to offer you...
Absolute uselessness...
Don't participate in anything,
you don't have any appreciation
by poetry...
You never receive it,
never read... neither that
were to criticize... !