He who throws away money with his hands will seek it with his feet.
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If you throw money away with your hands, you will seek it later with your feet.
Urgently
Money...$
What For?
Sharing
Not sure
For bills, need more
Money.
Money...
Plant a seed
It is what we all need
I want to plant you URGENTLY
A Money tree.
Money,
Is it for giving?
Money
High cost of living
Money.
Money,
Such crime
Money,
People doing time
Money.
Money...
Touching, everyones hands
Germs galore; who cares I have plans
For money.
Money...
Does it make the world turn
Yes, No
One day we will learn. $$$$$$$$$$$$
Between Games
Nobody rests
This one constantly shifts his eyes
Hangs them on his head
And whether he wants it or not starts walking
backwards
He puts them on the soles of his feet
And whether he wants it or not returns walking
on his head
This one turns into an ear
He hears all that won't let itself be heard
But he grows bored
Yearns to turn again into himself
But without eyes he can't see how
That one bares all his faces
One after the other he throws them over the roof
The last one he throws under his feet
And sinks his head into his hands
This one stretches his sight
Stretches it from thumb to thumb
Walks over it walks
First slow then fast
Then faster and faster
That one plays with his head
Juggles it in the air
Meets it with his index finger
Or doesn't meet it at all
Nobody rests
poem by Vasko Popa
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Stomp Your Hands, Clap Your Feet
Whoa!
Woo-woo yeah
Turn it up until it bangs your head
Tear it down now mother don't play dead
People stand the noise
All the little toys
Put some more coke on the fire
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Mixed up kids lookin' for that night
They're getting higher everything in sight, well alright
The music's pretty loud
Someone in the crowd
Think they're gonna cause us a riot
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat, oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Rock on, rock on, rock on
Yow!
How how how how how
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh ho ho ho
Stomp your hands
Clap those feet, yeah
Stomp your hands
To the beat
C'mon boys
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Whoa-whoa, all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stomp your hands
(Oh whoa oh oh)
Clap your feet
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
All night long
Stomp your hands
(Everybody)
Clap your feet
(Everybody stomp your hands to the beat in the heat yeah yeah yeah yeah woo!)
Stomp your hands
(Oh!)
Clap your feet
(Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa, rock all night, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Oh yeah
Stomp your hands
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Clap your feet
(My my my, my my my my my my, my, my, m
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Money
Money
Money
Money
Important
Useful
Necessary
Money
Money
Money
Wealthy
Middle
Poverty
Money
Money
Money
Save
Give
Spend
Money
Money
Borrow
Lend
Money
Money
Foe
Friend
Money
Money
Master
Slave
Money
Money
Satisfied
Crave
Money
Money
Laugh
Cry
MoneyMoney
Live
Die
Money
Money
Sick
Well
Money
Money
Heaven
Hell
poem by Howard Simon
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Money
Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
Ask the disbarred lawyer,
What this sad creature
Can do: It can commit suicide,
Money, money can divide,
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease,
On the contrary, you’ll have fewer friends,
And more creatures showing their hands,
Claws, guns and deadly weapons.
Money will not send you to the heavens,
Money, money is dirty and evil;
Money is a sick devil.
Money and women don’t mix,
Just like alcohol and driving.
Having hush money is not a quick fix,
But a dangerous way to go down the ravine.
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease.
Money exists to be spent:
To buy food, clothes, and to pay the rent.
Be careful with money,
Money is not a faithful honey.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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We Who....
we who would seek a home,
find our home with the homeless.
we who seek truth,
know the tree to be a tree!
we who seek liberty,
throw all that we own onto the fire.
we who seek love,
feed the hungry.
we who seek companionship,
simply become dialogue...
we who would seek god,
well, all of the above.
we who seek tomorrow,
give today to a stranger...
and wrap his feet up
with our dreams!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet - Money
Let money be thy servant, not Master;
So, put thy wealth in use for mankind's sake;
Let progress come for fellowmen, faster;
What profits come if genuine, thou may take.
The money-needs of life on earth are small;
Money begets money and vices too;
But money cannot solve our problems all;
Let money not cause mis- conduct in you.
What use is money kept as coins and notes?
Banks lend their money so that they may grow;
Money cannot purchase all honest votes;
For money's sake, hardships, we undergo.
How many pairs of shoes, your feet will need?
Let excess money try to others feed.
poem by John Celes
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No Matter Where You Look, You Always Find Something
at the start you find things with your hand
the baby that grabs whatever and takes it to his mouth
we begin that way
always
then we are fed up with our hands
we begin to take things with our minds
we read and we make the immovable move
we imagine
we stretch our minds that far enough
until we bleed
it is not the usual blood that we see dripping
it is not thick and red at all
it is the dripping of pain
our hands have become failures
our minds are shortcomings
our feet drag and stamp and wanting to go
we look for something that we do not know
we have this premise
when we knock the door shall be opened
when we ask so we shall receive
when we seek soon shall we find
we found something in the flesh
and we feel so disappointed
we try to find something for our soul
and we feel this despair
cramped in the room
we think some more on that premise
seek, seek, and seek
perhaps we shall find......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Money Money Song
Money money
Is going to get me a girl
Money money
I am going to use it to buy me a cup of coffee
Money money
Is going to take me to Paris
Money money
Is going to buy me some new clothes
Money money
I am going to use it to do my laundry
Momey money
Is going to buy me some groceries
Money money
Is going to pay to fix my house
Money money
Is going to send me to the rich men's world
Money money is going to buy me a cellular phone
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Love the money
Money
Is not money...
It is life....
Money is not
Money
It is happy...
Money is
Not money
It is faith...
Money is not
Money
It is friend...
Money is not
Money
It is life maker...
Money is not
Money...
It is your hard work...
Money is not
Money...
poors god...
money is not
Money
Rich people Cap...
Money is not
Money
World wide all...
Any or many thing money
With money...
So...
Love the money...
Each every day...
Earn too enjoy
with your's life...
witrh good...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Money Fever!
There's a great disease spreading
It's coming to us
That's where it's heading
A man saw some money
He picked it up
And he went crazy
I don't understand how money could do this
Perhaps it is magical, I muse
It certainly does not bring bliss
I see crowds of the infected
They can't let go of the money
It's so heavily protected
Money fever
Do I have it? Will I ever catch it?
I hope that the answer is never
I look around me
Carefully avoiding anymore spare change
It might be deadly
I see a man let go of his money, he gives it to me
His eyes are normal
The others with the crazy eyes say he is crazy
I dropp the money on the floor
A crowd swarms my feet
And the cash is no more
It only affects humans
It must be a man made disease
It makes sense
The money is never used
Just held in hands
It makes me confused
It's everywhere
The scientists don't care for a solution
Money Fever
It's fatal in every case
A deadly wound
To heal with haste
poem by Bradley Dean
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Hands
Your hands
When they
Come to me
They seek
Sex in my
Body.
I would rather
Hold my daughter's
Hands that seek
Love in me.
For, I admire hands
That adulate me as a
Woman, showering
Affection on me…
Rather than -
Debasing me as a body
And denigrating me…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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These Hands
Given by God -are these hands!
One can do many things -with these hands
With love one can help a strangers' hands-
Allay and comfort the elders' gnarled hands
Clean sweep and mop with these hands
Decorate and embellish with these hands
Cook and serve food to all with these hands
Clasp a loved one with these hands
Applaud one with pleasure with these hands
Dig the soil and form a garden with these hands
Hold a book to read with these hands
Write and post a card with these hands
Type a poem to cheer someone with these hands
Draw a picture and sew clothes with these hands
Paint a beautiful scene to amuse with these hands
Play a game of volley ball or cricket with these hands
Swim the waters and row a boat with these hands
Pick the harvests and fruits with these hands
Feed the animals and birds with these hands
Seek the warmth of dear ones with these hands
Feel the soft petals of a flower with these hands
Fold the palms to pray with these hands
Given by God - are these hands!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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For Money
FOR MONEY
Man has become animal,
for money,
bloodshed,
\for money,
chaos of values,
for money,
two faces,
for money,
mammonism,
for money,
progress,
for money,
retrogress,
for money,
destruction of nature,
for money,
war,
for money,
but for money
what not?
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Politicians - (Villanelle)
the politicians make their plans
while lawyers all review their cases
and corporate money changes hands
make policies for foreign lands
as media promotes their faces
the politicians make their plans
in words nobody understands
speeches made from well known places
and corporate money changes hands
while noisy crowds and marching bands
assemble in our public spaces
the politicians make their plans
and as the voter base expands
pollsters all predict the races
and corporate money changes hands
keep kissing babies, greeting fans
phony handshakes, false embraces
the politicians make their plans
and corporate money changes hands
poem by Charlie Parant
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Only Heroes Live Forever
Ruthy is an artist, shes got oceans in her head
Doctor says you really shouldnt leave her alone
She throws her books -- all scattered cross the room
Graham greene sprawled out beside the rolling stones
Daddy doesnt understand but goes on paying the bills
Mother clears up after baby girls spills
One break in communication and those clouds begin to fly
While ruthy goes on bleeding when is she going to realize
Only heroes live forever...
Tony is a dancer hes got to be one step ahead
Watch him show the new moves to the girls he meets
He bumps for the crowd at his apartment window
Rolls his hands in perfect time with his feet
Opens his shirt right to the waist
Throws on sun tan oil like wallpaper paste
Carries a copy of the carpetbaggers he thinks that makes him cool
Looks you straight in the mouth as he tells you youre just another fool
But only heroes live forever...
Me Im an actor stickpaint on my face
Alibis in my pocket and costumes in my case
I use emotions I make them my tools
For I know well that rocknroll is in the hands of fools
And only heroes live forever...
song performed by by Waterboys
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Only Heroes Live Forever
Ruthy is an artist, shes got oceans in her head
Doctor says you really shouldnt leave her alone
She throws her books -- all scattered cross the room
Graham greene sprawled out beside the rolling stones
Daddy doesnt understand but goes on paying the bills
Mother clears up after baby girls spills
One break in communication and those clouds begin to fly
While ruthy goes on bleeding when is she going to realize
Only heroes live forever...
Tony is a dancer hes got to be one step ahead
Watch him show the new moves to the girls he meets
He bumps for the crowd at his apartment window
Rolls his hands in perfect time with his feet
Opens his shirt right to the waist
Throws on sun tan oil like wallpaper paste
Carries a copy of the carpetbaggers he thinks that makes him cool
Looks you straight in the mouth as he tells you youre just another fool
But only heroes live forever...
Me Im an actor stickpaint on my face
Alibis in my pocket and costumes in my case
I use emotions I make them my tools
For I know well that rocknroll is in the hands of fools
And only heroes live forever...
song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Devotion
admiration followed him from the men and women
of the beach as he walks one summer
his skin glowing to the sun: gold
the color of mud, his hair blowing freely
on his head, his steps mellow to the sand
a young maiden from the village follows him
at a distance but not so near bringing him his shirt
neatly folded in her hands-
a little bit angry, she looks at him lifting her eyes
but again not so near
she gives up devotion and throws his shirt
on the grey sand
runs toward the other end of the shore
and disappears
her feet are so tiny leaving this awkward
cloud when she runs away from him
he sees her vanish
ignoring what cloud she left from her tiny feet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hes A Rebel
These are the original ones:
See the way she walks down the street?
Watch the way she shuffles her feet.
May she holds her head up high as she goes walking bye.
And she throws her hands out so fast.
And shes not just one of the pack.
My baby always the one to try the things theyve never done.
And just because of that theyre saying:
Shes a rebel and shell never be any good.
Shes a rebel cuz she never, never does what she should.
And just because she doesnt do, what everybody else does.
Thats the reason why I can give her all my love.
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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