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It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
quote by Edmund Spenser
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It is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
quote by Edmund Spenser
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It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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There is that maketh himself rich, yet hath nothing there is that maketh himself poor, yet hath great riches.
When you have too much month for you paycheck, then what you need to do is realize that there is abundance all around you and focus on the abundance and not your lack and as night follows day abundance will come to you.
quote by Sidney Madwed
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He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand but the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
Those that Pretend to Help the Poor
the hypocrites
of the Help the Needy
and Deliver the Poor
& The Oppressed
they are Thieves
disguised as
Solicitors
They say We care for the Poor
and We who are filled with so much
Guilt
Upon our abundance
waddling
Parted with our Surplus and
Say
We have done our Part
we have given
what is due them
They are Fat and Drunk
Drinking and Making Merry till dawn
We fast
and Reflect
We give and
They all Steal
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Greed keeps men forever poor, even the abundance of this world will not make them rich.
Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 45
Whose bread is not eaten by others while he is alive, he will not be remembered when he is dead. A widow knows the delight of grapes and not the lord of fruits. Joseph the just, salutation to him, never ate to satiety in the Egyptian dearth for fear he might forget the hungry people.
How can he who lives in comfort and abundance
Know what the state of the famished is?
He is aware of the condition of the poor
Who has himself fallen into a state of distress.
O thou who art riding a fleet horse, consider
That the poor thorn-carrying ass is in water and mud.
Ask not for fire from thy poor neighbour’s house
Because what passes out of his window is the smoke of his heart.
Between The Rich and The Poor
Who draws the gap between people?
They call them rich, they call them poor
The rich squander in wealth and abundance
The poor wonder what to eat next time.
Who allows injustice as iron fists
Smashing down the humble dignity
Of the weak, elevating the powerful
To decide what for the poor is best?
Who wakes up in the middle of the night
Feeling the grumbling hungry tummy
Over an open roof and empty plates?
Who orders trips to paradise during holidays
Hoarding bank shares and silver and gold?
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Too Satisfied Just To Nibble
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
Some people love to nibble on life.
Not to eat it up,
But to spit out pieces of it they don't like!
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
Abundance is out there,
But they choose limits!
And bondage,
To capitalize on those inhibitions.
Some people love to nibble on life.
Not to eat it up,
But to spit out pieces of it they don't like!
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
Too satisfied just to nibble!
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens.
In the heavens.
In the heavens.
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excessively Broke
Wealth of abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance and influence,
With an ability to persuade those who have created...
Wealth and those connected to it,
Probably do not associated themselves...
With those who just have a wealth of intelligence.
Since those who have a wealth of intelligence...
Usually are the ones excessively broke!
But possess a wealth of humor to entertain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liquid Generosity
The ocean offers her abundance;
Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would she refuse to give this gift to anyone?
Fish do not hold her sacred liquid in cups
They swim in huge liquid freedom…
Be a fish;
Swim in your boundless abundance
Share that abundance
Generosity is only limited by unwillingness
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Ballade Of Worldly Wealth
Money taketh town and wall,
Fort and ramp without a blow;
Money moves the merchants all,
While the tides shall ebb and flow;
Money maketh Evil show
Like the Good, and Truth like lies:
These alone can ne'er bestow
Youth, and health, and Paradise.
Money maketh festival,
Wine she buys, and beds can strow;
Round the necks of captains tall,
Money wins them chains to throw,
Marches soldiers to and fro,
Gaineth ladies with sweet eyes:
These alone can ne'er bestow
Youth, and health, and Paradise.
Money wins the priest his stall;
Money mitres buys, I trow,
Red hats for the Cardinal,
Abbeys for the novice low;
Money maketh sin as snow,
Place of penitence supplies:
These alone can ne'er bestow
Youth, and health, and Paradise.
poem by Andrew Lang
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Hollywood Holiday
I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch
Right on the california freeway
I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive
Cause I know I know I know
Where I go oh lord theyre gonna bless me jive
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine
And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue
I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string
Cause I know I know I know
What I dear I bear my charm to king
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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A Song [Love Maketh Its Own Summer Time]
Love maketh its own summer time,
'Tis June, Love, when we are together,
And little I care for the frost in the air,
For the heart makes its own summer weather.
Love maketh its own winter time,
And though the hills blossom with heather,
If you are not near, 'tis December, my dear,
For the heart makes its own winter weather.
poem by Virna Sheard
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In an era of global abundance, our world has the resources to reduce dramatically the massive divides that persist between rich and poor, if only those resources can be unleashed in the service of all peoples.
Kofi Annan in In Larger Freedom
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Abundance doesn't know contentment, but contentment is abundance.
Folks Who Wish to Boo Hoo
My abundance is flowing.
Yes it is.
I'll sit and observe you,
Wallow in tears.
But I am not here to share any of that.
Not to wrap, pack and carry.
Like you have done to burden your back.
You do an excellent job.
And I am sure you are proud of that fact.
However...
Your sobbing and choked filled anguish,
Is not an involvement prioritized on my agenda list!
My abundance is flowing.
And I am going to keep it like this!
I am through with folks who wish to boo hoo...
As if they exist for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Go For Simplicity My Friend
i go for simplicity my friend
because i am poor
i do not go for sophistication
because i am poor
i do not complicate matters
because i am poor
i do not want you to misunderstand
because i am poor
i do not want you to think some more
because i am poor
i do not want to convince you
because i am poor
i do not want you to be with our side
because we are poor
i want all things in their simplified forms
because we cannot afford
any other form of convolutions
we cannot afford another revolution
it will be expensive
and we have no more years to give
to pay for the sponsors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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