Better your own copper than another man's gold.
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The Sms Piles of Sorrow
sms sms piles
all for attention
while I, who noticed
you try to think
it all revolves around coin
the jingle, gold, silver and copper
each has different weights
including that which ye
gold, silver or copper
dying souls
attached to the wishes
world, the cause of suffering
you try to think
why every weekend
they went to the mountains,
the lonely places
they want to let go of the pain of it
However, in the wrong way
not wrong, if tears
a sorrow flowers
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Many who have gold in the house are looking for copper outside.
Many people who have gold in the house are looking for copper outside.
Smile Copper, Smile
for the coppers
harassing folks in the streets
smile copper,
smile-
for the coppers throwing us against the car
with arms round our backs &
face pressed into the metal with one hand gripping
the back of the neck
savagely
(like you had all the power in the world) ,
we
gotcha
on
camera
now
copper,
so smile, copper, smile-
Android's NYCLU app. makes it so
easy, to find you not doin' the job
our tax dollars pay you to,
so
smile copper, smile-
with these pics, with this footage,
i take your fucking badge-
with these pics, with this footage,
i file a suit against you-
with these pics, with this footage,
gonna take your car, take your house &
put that big mark on your record so
you know what it feels like-
with these pics, with this footage,
the blame lies where it belongs-
with these pics, with this footage,
we put your guilty ass behind bars-
with these pics & with this footage
justice will be done-
so
smile copper,
smile.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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All my goods are of silver and gold, even my copper kettle, says the boaster.
Copper begets copper, and not the labour of men's bones.
Copper begets copper, and not ()the labour of) men's bones.
Love looks through spectacles that make copper look like gold, poverty like riches, and tears like pearls.
Jenny at the Demonstration after James Leigh Hunt Jenny Kissed Me
Copper slugged me when we met,
jumping from the bus he’d sat in!
Magistrate, who loves to get
demonstrators jailed, put that in!
Say I fought the Poll Tax fad,
say that “conscience clear†describes me,
say I’m doing time, but add, -
Copper slugged me!
(10 August 1991)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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You Remind Me Of Gold
Baby, when I think about you
And thats when I think
I think about gold
You remind me of gold
And when I see the sunrise in the sky
And when I hear your brakes come squealing by
I forget
Everything Ive been told
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
Baby I always think about you
I think of the life and glory you hold
You remind me of gold
And even though there was no sun today
And though you are a thousand miles away
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
song performed by by Human League
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Autumned Days of life
They fall gold
bronze,
copper,
and brass
Jeweled like glass
'n emerald,
ambered,
and rubied
The days of my life
fall autumned
sudden,
and fast.
poem by Midnights Voice
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Roman Sentry
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay,
stationed here in this gods-forsaken place!
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
Anywhere! —lug my shield on the Appian Way
or guard the quarry slaves in rocky Thrace.
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.
The land is weary, fit for thorns and clay.
The towns are crowded with a bearded race.
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
This hill is bald as a skull, cold and gray,
—and I left my woolen tunic back at base!
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.
Sentry for rebels crucified today—
last year in Rome I won a chariot-race!
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
This one I know: I heard the governor say
'Ecce homo! ' (I don't forget a face.)
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
poem by William F Dougherty
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Success and
Success and failure
does not matter
you are with me
that is enough.
You can see
the leaf the flower
and feel proud
as before.
Stone is a stone
does not matter
gold or copper.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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It's the Season of the Pawning
It's the season of the pawning.
And dusted treasures hoarded...
Are each polished leisurely.
Trinkets silver and gold,
Some trimmed in brass and copper...
Must now be sold.
Unloaded for pocket change.
'Cause these days aren't the same...
As they have been.
It has dawned on those in longing...
Belongings they once flaunted,
Can not remain!
Not with them.
That paycheck once so needed,
Has depleted from their hands...
And sent overseas.
The beast that once had fed them.
Seeks more greed.
It's the season of the pawning.
And dusted treasures hoarded...
Are each polished leisurely.
Trinkets silver and gold,
Some trimmed in brass and copper...
Must now be sold.
And those who laughed and jeered,
At those they denied and criticized...
Are now the ones in fear!
It appears they now feel anguished.
And hidden eyes can't stop their dripping tears.
Hoping to get quick dollars,
Are they who scream and holler...
'This is not fair! '
But as they once lifted noses,
Not one of them supposed...
One day they'd be stripped naked,
Of what had been theirs!
The caring of others...
Has vanished in the air!
It's the season of the pawning.
And dusted treasures hoarded...
Are left behind,
To find many folks like them...
In despair!
No one cares,
What is or is not fair!
It's the season of the pawning.
And those who laughed and jeered...
Now dropp to knees,
To drip from eyes...
Their flowing tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Change Of Seasons
There is beauty found in dying
when Autumn dons her velvet gown—
A pastel landscape underlying
when Autumn strolls through town.
When Autumn dons her velvet gown,
deep colors in her skirt unfold.
When Autumn strolls through town,
the leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold.
Deep colors in her skirt unfold.
Summer acquiesces.
The leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold
when Autumn unbraids her copper tresses.
Summer acquiesces—
A pastel landscape underlying.
When Autumn unbraids her copper tresses,
there is beauty found in dying.
poem by Kathy Lippard Cobb
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Not Here
There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.
There is a broken- open place in a lover.
Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?
I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.
We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.
Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by? Not here.
And In My Dreams
My Copper Canyon Dreams beckon me
As if, Morpheus, himself has come to call
Leading me me into the depths of sweet slumber
Taking me long past a lazy afternoons loll;
Swirling and twirling -ever, i go
Through the Gold and Silver views of past time
To a semi-languid land of sheer fantasy
Where there 'tis no reason nor any rhyme;
Cuddled in a cozy cocoon of pure joy
'Neath a Bronze Angels loving wing
Caressed by a Doves feathered tenderness
Comforted and serene in all the peace this brings;
Deeper and deeper, i slumber on
As my Copper Canyon continues to lead me
Refreshing my mind and souls disrupted issues
Bringing forth truth, in wakefuness, i could not see;
Gradually my eyes begin a more rapid movement
Realizing my sweet slumber 'tis about to end
I cling to the fluffy white clouds of: ' Hope'
And awake, ever grateful, of where i had just been;
poem by Theodora Onken
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