Thank you for making me nouveau riche.
quote by Jerry Della Femina
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Nouveau Riche
I’d rather be a nouveau riche
than some impoverished veteran.
I’m looking for a nouveau niche
that’s hopefully a better ’un
than that which I now occupy,
without resources that the rich
have, whether old or nouveau––I
don’t really think it matters which.
Too long I’ve been a nouveau poor.
It isn’t fun, you don’t get used
to poverty, the only cure
that gives my poverty a boost
is taking out new credit cards
that have a pleasing plastic glow,
ignoring all the crass canards
I hear from those to whom I owe
a fortune. They must know I won’t
repay them––can’t when nouveau poor!
Repayment cannot be my wont
till I have nouveau riche allure
to help me keep up with expenses,
impoverished by nouveau schemes.
Till creditors come to their senses
I can’t fulfill my nouveau dreams,
a man who, though a nouveau poor,
would rather he were nouveau riche,
though unrealistic, to be sure,
more real than those men who eat quiche.
12/27/99,3/30/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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There's a lot to be said for being nouveau riche, and the Reagans mean to say it all.
quote by Gore Vidal
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Those Nouveau Riche
They seem to herald,
Every reason conceived to be narrow.
Those nouveau riche.
Reaching heights as stuck ups,
With bragging and branding rights.
And exaggerated struts,
That appear to have their rears corked up!
They seem to wish to convince,
The ones who are 'have nots'...
And penniless,
Of something they have got.
A snob appeal they can flaunt and drop.
As if making appearances,
To quick sniff the air...
Makes others aware with a staring,
That they are there to show...
Those who are 'hopefully' jealous,
How to impress and get that addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Me Voil
Je suis l... Me voil...
Si fragile et si fort tout la fois.
Libre et fier, je viens de nattre
Au sein de la terre de mes anctres.
Un nouveau monde, une nouvelle vie,
Un coeur qui bat au rythme de la prairie.
Un nouveau jour, de nouvelles joies,
Qui n'attendaient que moi.
Me voil...
Oh! Un nouveau monde, une nouvelle vie,
Un coeur qui bat au rythme de la prairie.
Oui ! Un nouveau jour, de nouvelles joies,
Qui n'attendaient que moi.
Me voil...
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Just A Curious Bystander
Stop it.
Stop trying to get me to smile.
I am familiar with your charity work.
And you should be commended for it.
But a recipient of it I am not.
Not of your donated sacrifice,
You have chosen to capture on film.
Documenting your efforts on fresh territory,
I see.
You do appeasements quite well.
As usual...
I am just a curious bystander,
Wondering how much you seek this week...
As a monetary benefit,
Once you've done what you do so well to sell.
I loved your last effort...
'Those Ghetto Minded Have Now Found Primetime...
Nouveau Riche, Dumbed Down And De-Valued'
I see you have added a few apprentices to your payroll.
Your business is booming,
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haute Couture
The newest craze in the World
The very latest in High Fashion
Has been introduced by New Designers
Who go by the names of: Forgiving
And Compassion
Brought before the eyes of the Nouveau Riche
And all the style Fashionista's
The stir is catching on
Across all past opined vista's
This is but the latest trend
Compassion and his friend Forgiving
They are giving Donatella Versace a run
For her money
As many lean towards this new way of living
So watch out Dolce and Gabanna and
Giorgio Armani
Rumor has it it Victoria Beckham and
Katie Holmes
Now embrace the Two
I am sure that it won't be long 'til
They will be your designers too
Dedicated to: My Family
poem by Theodora Onken
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Nouveau Loose of Caboose and Off Track
Unmistakable truths,
Are cropping up like pop tarts...
To munch on like a snack,
These days.
Wisecracking 'misfits',
Are more than welcomed...
To join in with the foray.
Displayed on any corner in view.
It seems as if a major shift in consciousness,
Has upon us arrived.
And people are scambling to identify,
With something tangible that is recognizable.
Like...
Those various versions of normalcy,
And...
The rarely used common sense.
Unmistakable truths,
Are cropping up like pop tarts...
To munch on like a snack,
These days.
Wisecracking 'misfits',
Are more than welcomed...
To join in with the foray.
Displayed on any corner in view.
And the nouveau riche,
Find themselves joining forces with those poor.
Since all are welcomed through these doors...
These days.
And in these times we live.
It seems as if a major shift in consciousness,
Has upon us arrived.
And people are scambling to identify,
With something tangible that is recognizable.
These days.
Like the absence of delicious gossip.
You know...?
The kind that baits magnetic ears,
Closer to listen!
We 'must' christen these days,
And the people crazed in dazed amazement:
Nouveau Loose of Caboose and Off Track!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Travelogue #1-Western Siberian Wedding
Western Siberia,
Soviet Union dissolved,
Western capital welcome
oil projects abundant.
Old oil town, five story shelters, sandy streets.
One restaurant, good for all.
Reservations for Saturday
wedding underway, music playing, laughter.
We look at them, they look at us
could have been Wisconsin.
Dollars and rose to head table
two bottles of champaigne in return
we are part of the wedding party
we danced with the bride.
Leaving, father of the bride shook hands.
'Would you like a video of this evening?
One hundred fifty dollars.'
Nouveau riche, big bear alert, watch your shirt.
poem by Jim Norausky
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The End
Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
He says he doesnt care
To the girl with the painted hair
And staggers through the angry crowd
Like it isnt there
Feels like a wall of sound
As he crashes down
No one stops to look when he hits the ground
Were the nouveau rich
On a one way trip
Living out on a razors edge
Just to get our kicks
Were gonna take a stand
Till the world is in our hands
And if we win or lose
We dont give a damn
Hollow people living empty lives
Looking vacant in the neon lights
Who needs the truth
When you can live a lie?
Cant stop now, its too late
cos were running blind
Till the end comes like a thunder
And we all fall under
No one gives a damn
Come on now, lets meet the end
He tries to make it home
Head like a block of stone
His eyes are so closed up now
His arm so full of dope
There is nowhere to run
He cries out but no one comes
In the back of some dark alley
He dies alone
Hollow people living empty lives
Hearts feel nothing in the neon lights
Feelings here are so cheap these days
They dont mean a thing
No one really cares
Whether we lose or if we win
Yeah -- were the angry youth
Dont wanna be like you
Yeah -- were the nouveau riche
Yeah -- we gotcha in our grip
Theres no escape for you
cos were running blind
Yeah, were the angry youth
Dont wanna be like you
Weve got your bridges crossed
We won -- you lost
Its the end
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Le Vœu
N’avez-vous pas tenu en vos mains souveraines
La souplesse de l’eau et la force du vent ?
Le nombreux univers en vous fut plus vivant
Qu’en ses fleuves, ses flots, ses fleurs et ses fontaines.
C’est vrai. Ma bouche a bu aux sources souterraines ;
La sève s’est mêlée à la fleur de mon sang
Et, d’un cours régulier, naturel et puissant,
Toute l’âme terrestre a coulé dans mes veines.
Aussi, riche et joyeux du fruit de ma moisson
Et du quadruple soir de mes quatre saisons,
Je te donne ma cendre, ô terre maternelle,
Pour renaître plus vif, plus vaste et plus vivant
Et vivre de nouveau la Vie universelle,
Dans la fuite de l’Eau et la force du Vent.
poem by Henri de Regnier
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Let's Set This Record Straight
Let's set this record straight!
Your foundations...
Structured with tainted funds!
And on the backs of those you allowed to suffer...
In the midst of your deceit and thirst for greed,
Has never attracted me.
That is why I have kept my appearances limited.
And as far away as possible!
I am not after a position as your doorman.
To clown or jester with your nouveau riche friends.
Some recently recovering from negrophobia!
Others who believe you have prestige,
To bestow upon them?
Is fine!
That just ain't me!
I do not object to anyone's ignorance.
Whether temporarily applied or not!
Nor do I needlessly need to stand in line,
To receive that kind of acknowledgement!
Especially from a known oppressor of my attempts,
To live my life without approved limitations!
Nor smiling like I am the master's boot shiner,
Do you get from me.
I have too long addressed my own identity...
With little assistance,
And regretful heckling from my own kin.
Also absent of consciousness.
This is reality!
Not an ex-slave speaking from the grave!
Or an ancestor spirited,
From under some suburban subdivision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decouverte
j'ai retrouve en Vous
mon reve
mon amour perdu
je suis nee de nouveau
avec les battements
de vos coeurs
et
je m'en suis transformee
de nouveau
en fleur
en rose
car
j'ai cache dedans mon ame
tant de lettres secretes
et
j'ai atteint
toutes les flammes
de ma jeunesse
lesquelles
avec toute leur chaleur
me blessent
cela ne cesse
ne cessera jamais
car
vos sourires, votre amour
me reviennent
dans le passe
ou j'etais si aimee.
poem by Jagotka Tomovska
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Man's making, , , !
Flowers are
Making
Beauty...
Trees are
Making
Wonder...
Rain are
making
River...
Sun are
Making
Day...
Moon are
Making
Night...
Man are
Making
Many thing's supper
Something's is
Tenson...
Woory...
Hurry. ..
With out love of heart...! ?
Day for day
Man's making...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Social Bankruptcy
As a result of their convictions,
With a desire to obtain a social status.
One they grabbed at when that opportunity arrived!
Some have earned those sought titles.
To have lives prioritized with a guarantee...
They have what it takes.
And have 'made it' in 'this' society!
But...
What is it have they really achieved?
Sacrificing their skills and knowledge,
To improve humanity?
I'm sure 'somewhere' under the barrage of bad news,
Those images are highlighted,
To provide moralistic inspiration viewed and as seen.
What is it have they really achieved?
Honestly...
Let's share!
An ability to say,
They have a good credit rating...
That promises to stay that way?
To keep their nouveau riche noses,
Stuck high in polluted air?
What is it have they really achieved?
A reflection of a greed,
That suppresses those in need.
And choosing to bask in attitudes,
As superficial representatives...
Doing what those with a false sense of self do?
And...
What they have accomplished does succeeds.
From their point of view.
Although,
What is reflected...
Is their connection,
To a widespread and unprecedented failure...
Unconsciously digested.
What is it have they really accomplished?
When so many with degrees have been qualified...
To do,
What?
Prove a gluttony that leaves all to bleed?
What is it have they really accomplished?
A greater sense of ignorance that sits on the edge,
Of a once caring humanity that has become magnetizied...
To social bankruptcy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.
quote by Salvador Dali
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The Eternal Waiting Game
Entouré et enterré
La protection des morts
Coffre-fort et sûr
Obscurité
Silence
La terre s'adapte
Grincements de bois
Silence de nouveau
Attente
Éternel
Plus de grincement
Silence de nouveau
Fraîcheur
Croissance de plus frais
La température de terre
Laisser-passer d'heures
Alors jours
Alors mois
Alors saisons
Une goutte
Alors un autre
Eau
La terre s'adapte
Grincements de bois
Plus de gouttes
Humidité
Laisser-passer de saisons
Plus de gouttes
Plus d'ajustage
Laisser-passer d'années
Humidité
Fait d'être moisi
Déchirures de bois
La terre tombe vers l'intérieur
Calamité
Compression
Silence
poem by Jim Davidson
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Love 4 Fun
So you think you got it all worked out
And what youre searching for
Isnt what you found
Up in this world thats on the run
A lot of hits but only a few
Number ones
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making good
On everything I said
So baby just relax
And let me do my thing
Up in my world you better run
Theres only room
For the few who can come
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
When you dont have a place to go
When everything feels the same
I can change what you think you know
Making love my way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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The show I did in England catered to a broad range of people. I like that. I don't want nouveau cult status, though I know we've got that sort of audience in the states.
quote by Tracey Ullman
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Making Believe
(jimmie work)
Making believe that you still love me
Its leaving me alone and so blue
Still Ill always dream, but Ill never own you
Making believe, its all I can do
Cant hold you close when youre not with me
Youre somebodys love, youll never be mine
Making believe Ill spend my lifetime
Loving you and making believe
Making believe I never lost you
But my happy hours are so few
My plans for the future will never come true
Making believe what else can I do
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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