Poetry Blogs (2019, Money)
For a short period in our marriage of over thirty seven years I earned about two-thirds of the income.
I didn’t set out to do this it just happened this way. I was a Specialist in the Army. My husband was a nursing student and he was being helped to pay school and living expenses through the Veterans Administration.
My husband never complained ...
Saturday 12th January 2019 1:58 am
The benefit system is a joke
It pays the disabled less
Than those who doss, drink and smoke
Pre-paid prescriptions for those who don't need it
And those who need them, struggle to pay, ending up sick
Medical necessities are not very cheap
Even painkiller prices are getting quite steep
And for those who's health is farthest from good
Its hard to get by when you can't walk far, before falli...
Monday 5th November 2018 4:08 pm
I'm ok. Overworked and underpaid.
But what's it to them, they have it all made.
I'm tired and pained but if it wasn't for the gain,
I wouldn't be out slammin out here jammin like it's fame.
If I knew what it was all about
In the end would they pay out?
If i saw through all the lies and the cheats,
If they didn't cover our eyes, mouth, and nose with the sheets,
And we saw what the money...
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 1:28 am
My spending addiction is getting so bad,
It’s even driving my cats totally mad.
I buy everything that I see,
I wonder what the next thing will be.
Any excuse to go and shop,
I just don’t know how to stop.
I took an overdraft out with the bank,
Wayne is on the verge of giving me a spank.
I buy multiple items of the same thing,
I just love the sound of the till going ...
Saturday 9th July 2016 5:13 pm
The Price Tag
There's an S and a line through it. The S to me is savor.
now the thing with that is when life gives you lemons,
that "s" gets two lines the s is greed and usually bad intention.
or help it to grow and when it grows that s becomes an S,
and thats how the money symbol is despise.
Lives have been taken countries have been dispanded.
Those lines just seem bigger. The moment I em...
Monday 30th May 2016 7:10 am
From the North Sea, wild and grey
the horde bore down on Scarborough Bay.
I overheard one of them say
"We're following the money."
Like a Viking raiding force
they'd moved their enterprise onshore
to probe beneath the Yorkshire moors
for oil and gas and money.
A mighty fleet of high power cars
overran the Scarborough Spa.
I heard them, wassailing at the bar
thirsty for the money.
Sunday 15th May 2016 6:33 pm
Parsimonious. Frugal. A miser
After this, no-one will be richer
But words might make us wiser...
Chips. Gravy. Bananas. Beans
Potatoes. Fish. Milk. Lolly.
If you have the biscuit - you have the means
Nicker. Coin. Lucre. Notes
Bones. Tender. Funds. Swag
Sunday 3rd April 2016 2:36 pm
I started writing poetry at 13.
Monday 29th June 2015 5:14 am
The key of currency
is the changing of hands,
a baton passed on
in constant motion
that binds together
all its participants.
A fresh, crisp bill
is a virgin still,
between your fingers
and epic journey
are yet to unfold.
Thursday 31st January 2013 2:24 pm
You don't have to look far to see where we're headin',
Look at Greece and Ireland it's a bloodless armageden.
The Global Insurection Against Banker Occuption,
Is being fought on the front line by european nations.
Mothers and fathers skipping meals for sons and daughters,
The electricity's cut off, like the water.
Then it's out in the street,
The downbeat's com...
Thursday 8th November 2012 9:24 pm
The lonely years spent on his own,
his romantically barren existence.
The humdrum job, the pittance pay,
he never shows resistance.
Every week he clings to hope,
by the TV screen he’s praying.
Fourteen million to one, a so slim chance,
yet he thinks this is mine for the taking.
The machine it turns, the numbers drop,
he can’t believe what he’s seeing,
six in a row, the pr...
Tuesday 25th September 2012 1:31 pm
Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
the elements have freedom,
but what about me?
Trailing from bar to bar
like new age saloons,
why's it so hard
just to find me a home?
I keep on wandering,
wondering where's my milk and honey?
People sippin' on moonshine
or as some call it money.
Mornin' on the desert, and the ...
Sunday 15th April 2012 5:18 pm
I was prompted to dig this one out by reading the piece Lyn Dye posted about Bankers...
Now edited a little, which might cover some points raised in comments below :-)
Deep recession brings depressions
Credit crunch too hard to munch
Should the banks take our possessions
When their brains were out to lunch
All their greed and daft lending ways
The blame belongs...
Saturday 25th February 2012 4:27 pm
What happens when a triumph
doesn't ring like titanic trumpets?
Hopes remain Titanic,
exceptional, erroneously erred
and sinking with realisation.
I decapitated depression, deep...
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:25 pm
Money are so naughty and cunning,
They behave just stunning.
I go out – they follow me,
I come back – they harrow me.
They don’t want to come back home,
They would like a bit more to roam.
They sometimes don't want to go home with me at all.
They would like a bit more to stroll.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 2nd of October, 2011
Sunday 2nd October 2011 10:17 pm
The wind waves.
We have hello’s
We rest by the river,
Watching the boats
Glide over glass.
The boys never
Did well at school.
Everything is orange,
And we cannot know
If the sun is bleaching
The leaves, or if
The night washes
Away the colour
Shades of grey....
Friday 5th August 2011 6:27 am
We're indebted to the Greeks
For exposing the leaks
In the Eurozone
Could the Parthenon
Once again be
The birthplace of democracy
Thursday 30th June 2011 6:53 pm
It’s on St George’s Day I sing
Elections getting into full swing
The candidates are Labour, Tory
Lib Dem, Green, Independent, BNP
And other assorted nutters
Idealists and cost-cutters
Spin doctors, bloggers and twitters
All hoping to put us on the right track
All hoping to put us back on the right track
Like we were once before
When would that be? ...
Monday 20th September 2010 9:56 pm
An Old Poem:
follow the stampede
of the craze
of the holidays.
Rain drops as tears
down onto pavement
as the stampede
continues to gather
and spend their generosity.
In all the midst
of the holiday spirits,
they never look down.
They never stop to see.
Here they go again,
frantic to buy
for those they love,
but what about me?
When they go,
all I will have
are the stain...
Sunday 27th December 2009 12:48 am
Annabel and Dave are sorted
toast the life they always courted
with Johnny Walker Black (imported)
by a geezer in Gibraltar.
Dave’s new boat’s a thirty footer
cowhide seats as soft as butter
room to practice with his putter
cruising down to Malta.
Made his pile in double glazing
take and margins just amazing
dreams of days of golf and lazing
on the Costa’s beac...
Monday 2nd February 2009 3:19 pm
I am element earth and ore,
the twinkle in the sawdust floor. I am the brass that’s
pressed and minted I am the note that’s newly printed. The rattling
change and ringing till, the dirty, dog-eared dollar bill, the jealous
Monday 15th December 2008 7:14 pm