Funds Poems - Poems about Funds

Insufficient Funds Miracle Man 1/13/2025 Things cease to matter after our last check’s written, and we face judgment ...

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Insufficient Funds By: Miracle Man 11/1/2024 At birth God opens, a new life, bank account, and we don’t know what is placed in reserve. Each day then becomes a check that we write, and life becomes the place that we will serve. We don't know what existing balance is, for only God has access to each book. At times in life when we’re facing...

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He does not words utter Nor heard syllables mutter But a heartbeat is aflutter With his sighting a shutter Of a clinic answering “What’s the Matter”. That would life save but funds scatter His honest last savings shatter… On his head a hammer’s clatter Of a fever seeking to him batter; A just consumed bread and butter Vomited in excited gutter....

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There was a man of some understanding Who for projects wished to raise some funding He approached men of great wealth They told him:" Don't waste your breath." For money we give, we ask refunding! © Demetrios Trifiatis 10 June 2021...

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This is a great idea, tee hee, Good suggestions are so me, Nuisance caller was asking me, Money for her fundraising committee, "Right," said little old chirpy me, "You can send cheques to me, We need funds here desperately!" I must say, sensitively, Great ideas are so me, Nuisance caller hung up on me!...

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Insufficient Funds Written: by Miracle Man 1-19-2020 I’ve watched years mount with each clock’s chime, While traversing daily looking back in time. A time when love, was as a glowing ember, But were things then, as I now remember? Today, finds time busy closing my account, facing obstacles, that I alone can’t surmount. But I’ll keep writing checks, being most proficient, Until God stamps time’s...

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Just a broken poet, at an A.T.M. His stomach cries out, words hunger within The nights are the longest, cold darkens and chills Fresh words on account, new credit distills Pushing buttons while bent, with hope standing tall An answer comes back, ‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’ (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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Just a broken poet, at an ATM His stomach cries out, words hunger within The nights are the longest, cold darkens and chills Fresh words on account, new credit instills Pushing buttons while bent, … with hope standing tall An answer comes back, ‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’ (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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Aim for your goal, aim for your poise; Be who you are, be of fond glow; Charm speaks of soul, charm wears sure voice. Do weave your thoughts, do word your song; Etch dear fine star, etch style you know; Feel surge of plot, feel work made strong. Give joy full range, give play a chance; Heed waves that please, heed touch...

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Money slipping Fast as sand Where did it go? Do not know! Spend, spend, spend some more! And to lend? Below poverty poor!...

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There lies my wallet on my bureau, Pictures, it has ten….. money zero. Each night I go out to check my 401K, ..They’re in the barn …eating hay. Every day they go out to pasture to play whinny and frolic, Dam, I hope that 401K doesn’t colic !...

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I hear their idle chatter and wish that sound was optional. A box checked in a menu, a simple click and forget. The rapid dilation of my pupils brings me back. Back to hypnotic aisles of temptation and necessity. A selection of the finest they say. Right there see, on the cardboard, next to charts and columns of calories...

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Insufficient funds You do bank in your heart My cancelled check of love Drove us apart Your account closed off To any eyes but your own And you are unlikely To provide a loan Makes you but a pauper to me, Your account is worthless As far as I can see, No cold ATM withdrawals No smiling teller's eyes Seems that love You do despise You keep your own, Others you...

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A Debt will Shame Your history of your dreams....

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