Usury Poems

Milton was misguided’

A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his writes are original; and Often Concerned with restitution.. Yet too much
To satan I see he gave, with that line on ruling
A error (most grave!) though he was only human as
Anne Lise put on shaky…Yet effects are far reaching, through many a century..’ As I will
Here put this man’s work on the whole was good’ yet I’d not give a whit to the devil..’ if
I do? Then condemn me, that things may be
That be well understood.’ Consider Joseph in
The Egypt of old, who gathered the grain and
Kept it as gold, slowly he took all the people did
Hold, then put them in usury.. Was God really
Glad? It says much of the world that he”s a
Hero at all. Do we have inbuilt moral decrepitude? What say ye all.?

Life Is A One Time Offer

Life is a one time offer
Use it well to your advantage
Be an example to do good to others
In doing business, act with fairness
Extend help in times of calamity
Never become rich in the usury of others
Give love with a compassionate heart
Help those who cannot help themselves
Never be enamored of things temporal
Seek things which leads you to eternal joy
Live life that is fulfilling to the soul.

Impetus Penury

Government wish
Poverty wane
This afternoon.

Run out of rice
I put bucket
Enough to eat.

Spring come must
Thrift amount food
Live within week.

Wish the debtor
Not come and lift
Pass usury.

POSITIVE THINKING POETRIX

               Usury and surplus value,
                barbarity and treachery
          do not adorn with love and poetry....

With Fire

A road begun, so distant.
A masterpiece, insistent.
Divided rolls at parting,
provided each a farthing
with usury demanding.
Each master understanding
not but through a darkened glass.

Wayward paths, they were both leading.
The messenger lay bleeding
in darkness, cold and shivering
til light broke forth delivering.
Crystal shards now his to gather,
remains of what was shattered,
at long last to be arranged.

Setting forth, but then quick falling.
Ill regard toward the calling.
Dreams bright light fell into dim,
and the mass of Hell crept in,
as the words spoke once in warning
cloak the messenger in mourning,
while eternity peers down.

Burning coal, a gift from heaven, 
once bestowed becomes a leaven,
as a single grain begun,
sprouting forth toward the sun.
Calling out, the pathway paving,
lifts the messenger and saving
as the poems penned long ago…
come forth.

TBC

The Life of 'AE'

On a mild Spring’s night
In the heartlands of Ulster 
A prodigious child was born 
For Ireland, to save her

A man of modest means 
Yet formidable wit
The mystics he joined 
A cause to commit

In poems and paintings
He found self expression 
Yet through a noble pursuit 
Would leave his impression

He traversed the country
On a campaign of recruitment
To free the impoverished through struggle 
And the Co-operative movement

With Horace Plunkett and Connolly 
He struggled for justice
Yet the Gombeens and the despots
Outweighed Caesar Augustus

Though Russell did not stop 
In this quest for social reform 
From misery to prosperity
One sought to transform

But the inconsiderate dogma 
Of the Irish Free State 
Meant to delay his mission 
As the ‘Homestead’ must wait

George William Russell grew older 
Crippled by usury
To wretched cancer, succumbed 
Rest in peace, ‘AE’

COME JANUARY, YOU WILL GROW STRONG

Late December dreams clinging to the vine of January 
a quandary thought of  curiosity arises, when will it? 
Over-due vision boards sit on our desk's usury 
end of year expenses, alongside the what if's 
Clinging to the vine of January, a December ordinary

Departed hours bringing us joy but also sadness 
behind the hands of time the heart is willing 
but sometimes we hold things that can't be harnessed
in this life of woe release the things your fearing  
for there is joy and sadness in every hour of madness 

A new beginning is what you need come January days   
be brave dear soldier and you will turn the dime  
Embrace the gold, release things that weigh 
the world will be yours time after time 
Come January days you will grow strong, with life's arrays.

Just Reality

rage great
freedom wrong
just wait
love makes no difference
sedate strong
people 
excavate earth
under steeple 
mayhem ignore
drink mirth
here two cents
strangle birth
tell poor
save money
buy cheap
dark sunny
hard work
never sleep
no such perk
tame lust
virtue secure
top tax cut
bottom tax must
all manure
war backed
mammon
manipulated
usury driven
hope destroying
fear maintaining
political economy
just reality

Avarice

Sign of clear avarice
      is always looking for usury
         in the infidelity of gold

Written In Self-Imposed Exile

That I be ambushed in early gambit
  for my king was a sacrifice too great -
just a pawn in a game and I am it
  plays out its capture and winless stalemate.
He not bared to his human desires nor
  fruit on the essential vines thirsts alone -
and in the great fu-ckening at my core
  is a real fear and fate that I must own.
But a debt of faith is ransomed this day
  and worse, a debit of endless sorrow -
a usury I must now bear and pay,
  and from the heart this I’ve had to borrow.
I am a hostage to my tyrannies,
a prisoner of old hostilities.


       Written: September 1995

Gross Usury

The wife just returned from a store
Where they picked her up off the floor
She suffered a shock
At the Price Check dock
As the price had increased four score!

False Liberal

the false liberal
a profiteer
takes advantage of good and vice
wants to profit from our sacrifice...
  Does not  llove life sucks it up,
does not  love humanity
explores it...
Is a pariah,
a parasite
between usury and theft
he exits,
to usurps and boasts
with the fruit of sin...!

Over and Under

Melanin lamentation
It appears to be the color of dread
Locked in
is a private penal profiteering feeling
Black site
has a plantation clandestine skin
Making abolition voices
invisible again

Usury jaws open like an abyss trapdoor,
predatory lending
got a bulging debtor belly once more
As the black robes
rattle strike 
a corporate cobra plea deal — 
Let the food chain shakedown siren lure

Leopard spot plastic bags
over the head
Casting poverty pawns
into the a domino pit repo hole

Obsidian wiles got a blue steal bracelet price tag;
dark bags under the eyes, dreams dead
Pale thoughts   ...   Pliny sleepless nights, no dawn:
Implantation device now in control

Overseer bound destination,
underneath the roulette task terrible Gulag will
Siberian tigers have a paper appetite,
turning into eclipse panthers when Dear occupant can’t pay the bill


01-14-22

Final Tribute

      Final Tribute
(for the Last Caesar)


Give the annual percentile amount
of your iron-copper gathering
The yearly brow liquidity
is required by the silver arm of vexation
Hemoglobin promissory is handed
to the seated image stamped on the penny
Spinal rein acquiescence,
bent will to the usury yield is mandatory
Because the last Caesar said make it so

The coins are jingo collected,
earmarked primarily for a military preference
Give ad infinitum;
blood, sweat and tears
is the required sum
Profess fiscal fealty to the feudal lord
of a monetary divided land
Take a sharecropper stand,
a servile oath of stained cloth submission

What is the scarlet vow protection condition? 

Pay the final tribute
with the parting of your farthing soul

Give with mint-scented breath,
(a legion air of pleb compliance)
the placid portion of patriotic cuckold 

Pocket pawns ask only for golden liberty,
to debt pursue life, love and happiness
	
With deep tributary lender lament,
the last Caesar said belay that request


09-14-21

Poor Us In the Lying World

Poor us,
              abandoned by life...
              Poor you,
              blunted by usury...
              Poor us,
              renegades to poverty,
              poor you,
              bored in the salons
              of the nobility...
              Poor us,
              ignorant without culture,
              poor you,
              arrogant of sound reading...
              Poor us,
              conform to "unhappiness"
              poor you,
              disagree with "happiness"
              Poor all  us,
              without deciphering the universe...
              Poor all  us,
              spiritual outcasts...
              poor us,
              poor you,
              poor now, poor
              later... !

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