Voucher Poems | Examples

Imaginary Voyage

You won special invitation
To a journey overseas 
There’s no visa application
You’re not paying any fees
Easy flight is guaranteed
You’ll be pleasantly surprised
To find out all goods tax free
And the prices not too high
Voucher for accommodation
Is already paid for you
All required information
In your room with charming view
You can walk the streets of dream
You may see the best museums
Drink some coff with clotted cream
Talk sweet talk with Europeans 
So its up to your discretion
To accept a chance to see
All that causes my depression
If you still accepting me 
But you cannot hear my sorries 
Just because you’re overseas
I would rather share my worries 
With an animated breeze
That is blowing in your garden
Enters room just by caprice 
And you say - I beg your pardon
How on earth we’ve come to this?
Hear my whisper – its because
Sun is shining bright for thee
And I can’t believe it was
Same as now, without me.

An Impostor With Poor Posture

would see impostor
who had been with poor posture
paid for with a voucher

Finding a Place

I always seem 
to end up here, shuffling
along the river, soul deep
in its waters. I wallow
for a while like an old,
crusty animal, trying 
to rid myself
of the usual parasites.
These pests gasp
for air beneath its tides
and thick mud.

A soul must have a place
to go for the caked on grime
of life to be washed off.
It seems a law written
into the DNA of our psyche.
For some, sacramental ritual 
once scrubbed them clean 
but this has fallen
out of favour, hollowed out
by hierarchical abuse
and an absent God.
Others simply ask
for a voucher.

Nature has always offered
its sacred spaces to mend
troubled souls. Or there
are caves you can carve
into the mind where a still 
resides and encloses
a healing peace. Other 
excavations hold effigies 
who promise the faithful 
any number of offerings 
to soothe the spirit.

In the end, you just need
a place where you can go,
somewhere within a breath,
or walking distance, 
or a mystery only the soul 
seems to know.

Jingle Bells

Jingle Bells

    Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
    Which way did Santa go?
    I have not seen his sleigh tonight
    Is he lost in mist and snow?

    I have not heard his reindeer,
    The chimney has been cleaned,
    There’s mince pies in the fireplace
    For Covid was he screened?

    We have left an Argos voucher
    To buy a brand new sleigh
    And Rudolph’s got a Sat Nav
    To help him on his way.

    Jingle bells, Jingle bells
    Which way did Santa go
    Will he be here tonight,
    Does anybody know?

    Barry Stebbings
    Dec. 2022

Voucher Line On Veterans Day

bluish-green needles
raindrops cling like ornaments
pre-Christmas season
red-white-blue Veteran’s Day line
and poet-pearls on cedar

11/11/2022

Once Upon a Christmas

Once a Christmas 

The sun was blood red looked like a big wound
on the flank of an elephant shot by poachers.
Dripped blood on white, wholly cloud which slowly
turns red as the bandage of a fatally shot soldier
who slowly dies of his wounds?
His eyes turned into a mirror of the cold sky.
In the air is torn into puffs of powder an ambulance
comes to an abrupt halt, a man on the dirty floor
surrounded by presents for his family, his eyes
reflects the absurdity of a Yule decorated supermarket.
His wife will get a voucher.
As I drive home, a bag of night opens and strews its
soothing darkness over the land, but nearby 
an anguished elephant has its tusks sawn off by a dentist.

How Much Is Your Love

How much is your love?
Finance has a signature sign in any kinship
Monetary status together with relationship status is
-to love and to hold
-to value in debit
-to deposit till positive
credit is due, love is true

(These are the vows on the love voucher
A coup payment from cupid)

A security to the fund of life
But its revenue can come with expenses
As expectations exceeded expenditure
negative on the balance
This loan applies to marriage and cohabitation
how and who gets to account for what and when
is savings on the investment
Budget for your emotions

what or who to spend your feelings, as well as assets on
wants and needs are human condition in trade
fluctuating with the living standards

Regulate your mandate before going on to date
The paper note has devalued the love note
How much is your love?
Hope you have a better rate to ex-change

Christmas Gifts - Be Careful What You Wish For

I'd wanted a boob job for years
Loud moaning was all my hub's hears
Neath the tree there's a voucher
Soon I won't be a sloucher
Hubs thoughtfulness brought me to tears

His present was such a fab gift
Boob implants and a full face lift
Now blokes ogle and stare
You should see hubby glare
This present has now caused a rift

Next year on our pine Christmas tree
A voucher for more surgery
With huge boobs I was cursed
I'll have the op reversed
Not all gifts will make you happy

FICTION POEM FOR CHRISTMAS LIMERICK CONTEST

Sponsored by Alexis Y

12/04/20

Birthday Dip

Brrrrr my alarm clock wakes me with a start. I open heavy eyelids to see sun streaming through a chink in the curtains. Bounding out of bed I hurriedly dress in my bikini and cover up with my shortest shorts and tightest tee-shirt. With my arthritic knees and varicose veins I am no Betty Grable, but I’m gonna prove once and for all that I can still cut it! Grabbing my surf board I head off to the local beach where my family are gathered for my 100th birthday celebrations. There is an air of anticipation as I strip down to my bikini and dip my toes into the freezing water. White spume crashes up the beach as I paddle out on my surfboard, everyone cheers as I stand and begin cresting huge waves eventually coming to rest on the damp sand. My son wraps me in a fluffy towel and hands me a steaming mug of hot chocolate.  He presents me with a telegram from the Queen and a gold envelope containing a voucher for my next challenge of wing walking ...I just cannot stop smiling!

centenarian
surfs like flipper the dolphin
palm trees blow in breeze

Hey Write a Happy Haibun Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

2/7/19

Day Off

Oh woe is me, I have me tubbles with me sweetheart
Even thou I am MOIR I have lost me rank,
I am tops in fame, but today I am not her game
She shot me down and nailed me to the cross.

Was hung out to dry in the rain, the vultures are near
Marriage vows read for better or worse I do think
I have lost my nobility and now I don’t have a salutation 
She called me on the line and rolled me up in the carpet.

I have a redemption card that I have kept for while
Don’t need to set bond as I won’t be here for long
Packed a lunch, and with a snarl I gave her a hiss, no kiss
I have a ‘married sick day’ voucher, I’m gone for the day!!!!!

Customer Service Is Still Alive

Imagine My surprise,
Not only in getting through in under 2 minutes, 
But also being helped by the first res-ponder

But wait it, didn't stop there,
I felt I was actually being treated as a customer,
And what I had to say was important.

What motivated me, you may well ask,
To risk being on hold,
And being passed from one department to another?

Well, I was minding my own business,
Anticipating they joy of sinking my teeth into a top of the line,
Angus beef Pie.

What did I find,
A piece of gristle in my pie to spoil my mood,
Not good enough I said. 
Hence my well mannered phone call. 

But wait it didn't stop there, 
I hadn't expected a refund,
Ringing just to point out the fact,
And make sure they had Quality Control.

Imagine my being gob-smacked,
When I got  called back by the first responder,
To say I would be getting a free pie voucher in the mail.

So, yes on occasions, customer service does show signs of life,
For poets, at least
Who have a way with words.  

Maybe if everybody joined the soup,
Customer service would,
Once again be an every day occurrence.

The Ticket Man

Step right up dear folks
Please listen if you can 
For tonight I tell a tale
First buy from the ticket man

Go ahead and sit dear folks 
Set your chairs right on the land 
Now that you have your voucher 
You bought from the ticket man

So please listen up dear folks
A tale of wonders Is the plan
You'll be in awe you'll be amazed
Glad you saw the ticket man

You've been entertained dear folks 
Distracted though it was a scam
Your pockets have been picked b
Oh yes by the ticket man

Sorry to say it dear folks
To fool you ashamed I am
But my job is done it's time to run
And catch up to the ticket man

Written 12-21-18

Yes

Waiting for the final ticket out,
  I would write that ending word

And bid goodbye to all I’d said
  both ignored—and often heard

I asked the conductor about the fare,
  he said “How much can you pay”

As I held my pen, three letters  
  came together—so arranged

A moment lingered, a lifetime flashed,
  the past and future caught

And with voucher punched I climbed aboard
  stamped YES—salvation bought

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Are You Alright There

For anyone who knows me
They know whose shirts I buy
Have you noticed what  I’m wearing
That brand is Superdry

Their shirts I have aplenty
And T shirts quite a few
I even have their pants and socks
Oh and a rucksack too!

As you can tell I am a fan
I like them such a lot
So much so that they call me
When they are out of stock

I walked in there last Friday
I was standing  by the door
I had chosen a new T shirt
And wanted just one more

I stood there for a moment 
Deciding what to do
Should I have that green one?
Or maybe one in blue?

A young assistant then approached saying
“Are You Alright There?”
And I almost did reply
“As opposed to..where?”

In fact I knew for certain
Where exactly I should be
I would have gone to Tesco’s 
If I wanted bread or tea.

Maybe perhaps in Sports Direct
To purchase a new racquet
And not in Superdry at all
Whose shirts they cost a packet

Nonetheless I love their stuff
I have money, I can pay
I even have a voucher
That I will use today


So If you’re working in that store
Don’ t use those words again
Please just let me browse in peace
For a shirt that’s check....or plain

Rem Changeling

She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge
Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge
Was the naked girl who stole my show

Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees
Free falling from grace, cumulating fees 
Have every my gutter pushed so low?

Integument tally, a dollar per pound
Rumoured lies within; no truth found
Flesh voucher paid in Bordeaux

So I flickered in though
Scar tissue hand did plough
My poured soda fountain flow

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