Robbers, Bankers, Bandits, Kings by Billy Howard

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Robbers, Bankers, Bandits, Kings

by Billy Howard | 12, Add your Comment | Feb 8, 2010

(a valentine of sorts)

Robbers lives are filled with naught

living on what others bought

sneaking in your house at night

and taking everything in sight.

Bankers make their wealth in loans

of which you pay them back with moans

they keep their money stale and dry

and late at night they often cry

Bandits from the bankers steal

the bullets in their guns are real

but bandits usually leave a trail

and most of them wind up in jail

Kings have power over all

they keep their strength with Geritol

taxing rich and poor alike

and having gala balls at night

Robbers, bankers, bandits, kings

all these men hold earthly things

but I possess much more than this

each evening when your lips I kiss

My Valentine

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Billy Howard

Billy Howard is a commercial and documentary photographer with an emphasis on education and global health.

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Chrys

Billy, not only are you a lovely person, you are a beautifully poetic soul. Lovely valentine poem.
http://www.littlewallaby.com Frank Povah

Any swain could do much worse
Than write his love enchanting verse;
And Billy H deserves a cheer
For romancing his fair lady here.

My love to all whose hearts entwine,
Though not just on this Valentine;
All us blokes could do much worse,
Than celebrate our girls in verse.
http://www.littlewallaby.com Frank Povah

If there’s one among us not a coward,
Then surely it is Billy Howard;
All us blokes could do much worse,
Than celebrate our love in verse;
And those that scoff, well we’d soon show ‘em,
What prizes liein a simple poem.
As into our lover’s arms we fly,
Thrilled by each and every sigh;
While all the scoffing critics get,
Is “Haven’t you cleaned the garage yet?”
Kelbi

I can hear you reciting this out loud, Billy. One of my favorites!
http://www.billyhoward.com Billy Howard

Frank: that is the best response I have ever received and probably the best I will ever receive. Thank you for adding your poetic touch!
- http://www.surianiphoto.com marilyn
  
  What Frank said and more…you are a true renaissance man.
http://www.littlewallaby.com Frank Povah

Thank you Billy -- the pleasure was all mine. The two responses were a mistake, there’s some sort of glitch in the system and the first appeared not to go so I sent another. But you’re welcome to them both. I only wish I’d thought of it. I shall always remember “taxing rich and poor alike/and having gala balls at night”. Love and Happy Valentine to both of you.
Brenden

But for the banker
There would be no oil tanker
We would have no energy
And no lights for you and me

You piss and moan and blame the wealthy
Those who keep the economy healthy
Without their funds to freely invest
You think you’d have more, but really less

So you urge the gubmint to loot their holdings
And in exchange you offer juvenile scoldings
So to those who want the gubmit to plunder your financial relief
Look in the mirror — it’s you who are the thief!
http://www.billyhoward.com Billy Howard

Ah Brenden, only you would find a way to turn a Valentine poem into an angry partisan rant, albeit a rhyming one. You are quite the romantic. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and yours.
Kitty

laughing hard, off my chair I fall
your love poem mentions Geritol
a moment later I glimpse your heart
the tender end after clever start
your wit and soul, like hand in glove
are perfect mates in your ode to love

Your poem is wonderful, is there no end to your talents Mr Howard?
http://www.billyhoward.com Billy Howard

I think I’ve created the first Like the Dew Poetry Slam.
Cliff Green

Billy, on Valentine’s Day do two things: hold your valentine real tight, and ignore the character “Brenden.”

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