Riches get their value from the mind of the possessor; they are blessings to those who know how to use them, and curses to those who do not.
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Riches, like glory or heath, have no more beauty or pleasure than their possessor is pleased to lend them.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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Burial
To the grave one day from a house they bore
A maiden;
To the window the citizens went to explore;
In splendour they lived, and with wealth as of yore
Their banquets were laden.
Then thought they: "The maid to the tomb is now borne;
We too from our dwellings ere long must be torn,
And he that is left our departure to mourn,
To our riches will be the successor,
For some one must be their possessor.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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The law demands good works and uses its terror--rejection, shame, fear of punishment, unanswered prayer, personal tragedy, etc.--as motivation. Here performance is a necessity to secure the blessings and avoid the curses. Grace, on the other hand, allows us to serve on a different basis--not from fear but on the basis of love and gratitude, from appreciation and gladness for blessings freely given and freely received.
quote by Richard Jordan
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I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love.
You Are 'Bestowed' the Blessings
Remember this...
To you are bestowed the blessings.
Gifts given to which through you flow.
Those blessings are for you to share.
Your presence 'is' a blessing.
However...
Your wish to be worshipped,
As if you are The Creator...
Of the light that glows.
Is not the way it works.
Or the way it goes.
To you are 'bestowed' the blessings.
The Creator provides,
Those blessings to be bestowed.
The Creator,
Provides...
Those blessings,
To be bestowed.
Remember this...
You are 'bestowed' the blessings.
To assist.
Not create to provide.
Many get this twisted.
To stir up for themselves,
Endless conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rags To Riches
Its a sign of the times, standing in line
Quietly waiting to go out of your mind
Theres nothing to say, no reason to stay
To fight for the right that they have taken away
Get what you get, not what you need
Time after time
* rags to riches, all fallen down
Rags to riches, tied up and bound
Theres no going under
When youre kicked to the ground
Rags to riches..rags to riches
Youre down on your knees, caught in the freeze
Crying inside but theres no easy release
Radical views--in yesterday news
Giving the reason with another excuse
Out on your own, cut to the bone
Time after time
Repeat * (2x)
(written and arranged by nazareth)
Copyright 1983 fool circle limited
All rights reserved.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Riches
Rich
are truly rich
only
when towards
love for humanity
they inch.
Riches
truly glisten
only
when in spontaneity
their mind
is very kind.
Riches
are truly fine
only
when the poor and needy
get a dime
to dine.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Blessings
Written by teddy gentry, randy owen, ronnie rogers, greg fowler
I satnd here lookin up at the starts tonight, how can one man have somuch in
Life
As I look around me, what a picture it paints, Im muchmore than lucky, i
Oughta give my thanks
Theres food on the table, a log on the fire, and in my womans eyes theres
Love and desire
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Sometimes I fall asleep at the end of the day and I forget to thank you, im
Ashamed to say
But as I lay m down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
I know you can hear me here on earth, thank you for giving me more than i
Deserve
The blessings, sent from above, oh, the blessings, a life full of love
When I look around I can see, all thats been given me, so ilift my eyes up
To the sky
cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my thanks for the blessings
Blessings, when I look around, I can see, all thats been given me
So, I lift my eyes up to the sky, cause I wanna give my, my, my, my, my
Thanks for the blessings
The blessings, oh, the blessings
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Every person who will learn the right way, and who will then continue diligently to follow that right way, is absolutely certain in time to possess great riches and all attending blessings.
quote by Joseph Franklin Rutherford
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Nature's blessings Spring
Nature's blessings called Spring
Nature's blessings
Cherry trees in bloom
Cascades of colours
Floating into my room
Nature's blessings
Eruption of new life
Everywhere around
It's the eternal bound
Nature's blessings
Spring's awakening
Fills one with new hopes
Melting away sorrow slopes
Nature's blessings
Shy scarce sunbeams
Sense of survival
Swallow's arrival
Nature's blessings
Flowers popping up
It's time to hold on
For young and old
Nature's blessings
Cycle of every year
Winter months we bear
Now earthly warming
Nature's blessings
Worth all the gold
Nature's natural gift
To life we all hold
Nature's blessings called Spring
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Some People
Some people have everything,
but really have nothing at all.
They have all the riches
one can really possess.
Some people have nothing;
just the clothes on their back,
but in reality have more
than all the material riches in the world.
They have happiness, contentment
and peace of mind.
Something the rich
try hard to find.
8 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Curses
Curses may belittle the mailing of thoughts
That are derived by the eye of intelligence.
Curses made munching a task by the wrong spider,
A slave-animal hasn’t got too many fleas.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lucky Days
We all have those lucky days
when the world comes our way.
Days when whatever we touch
really turns to gold.
Everywhere we turn
riches come our way.
Our lives are filled with smiles
from everyone we meet.
On days like this
we count our blessings
that we may live to see another day.
3 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Will You Marry Me? (Turkish-English)
A proposal of marriage
I want to be
For you
Both slave
Both owner
Can this be?
And should we fight
I want to be
For you
Tigerishly fierce
And you
You kittenishly angry
Both kitten and tiger
Can this be?
I want to be
For you
Both loving father
And ardent lover
And you
For me
Both mothering me
And yet desiring me
Can this be?
I want to be
For you
Both a little son
And brotherly
And you
For me
Both sisterly
And daughterly
Can this be?
I want to be
For you
The sky above you
And the earth beneath you
And you
For me
Both sky above
and earth beneath
Can this be?
I want to be
For you
Both the light in your eyes
And the peace in your heart
And you
For me
Both divine light
And inner peace
Can this be?
I want to be
For you
Your everything
Your husband
Your possessor
And you
For me
Both my wife
And my possessor
My everything
Can this be?
Shirley Ann Morris Püsküllü (23/09/2010)
Based on Erdogan MERT's Turkish original.
Erdoğ an Mert (2005) Special Thanks to Shirley.
poem by Erdogan MERT
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By the God of thy Father who shall help thee, and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above, blessings of the deep that lieth under, blessings of the breasts and of the womb.
quote by John Pearson
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I just Don't Love You No More.
Once i was addicted to
loving you, but you were
addicted to money your
attitude got me into rehab.
riches riches riches is what
you yell in your sleep. you have
swin in his king size bed and
he have you replaced, Crying a
river you turn your back on me,
now you are back asking for
second chance, is obvious
i just don't love You no more.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Bag Otales
Its easy to believe some people dont care. believe a gift is to be given but never shared. when your clothes are stripped you got what you got. when you drive your car to heaven there aint no
Ing lot. another builded up, another undone. like every day dawn becomes another setting sun. I still believe you came to see. bet you thought Id comprehend. you wish for me, you wish to be. but Im a hero who cant pretend. I should have riches after all that Ive been through. should have some peace of mind, I should shave somebody new. a silver locket or a painting just for you. but all I gots a big old bag of tales. I tell the stories, I write by my hand. the things Ive felt another could never understand. better to have lived and loved than never because. its not the things it could have been, its that that never was. I should have riches after all that Ive been through. should have some peace of mind, I should have somebody new. a silver locket or a painting just for you. but all I gots a big old bag
Of tales.
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Mom said
In a deep voice, I heard her speak
son, respect a woman...a woman
young, old, midwife, single or schoolgirls
for life is in their hands.
She ain't a victim of exploitation
neither ATM slot to discard cards
but a gold-mine of treasures
for legends lies in their wombs
Blessings are in their mouths, my son
so do curses
worse are their laments on you
for angels watches their tears day and night.
so son respect a woman.
They have golden hearts, so precious son,
the origin of their love, Oh! Son, true love
and their joy is a robust bolster
the secret of every successful man.
You'll marry someday son
love her from heart not mind
she'll be devoted to you always
and you'll be a happy husband always
a father to my grandchildren
Oh! Son I long for that day.
Mom said.
poem by Fate Mcfate
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The Connaughtman Returning
There's a grey fog over Dublin of the curses,
It blinds my eyes, mavrone, and stops my breath;
And I travel slow that once could run the swiftest,
And I fear ere I meet Mauryeen I'll meet Death.
There's a grey fog over Dublin of the curses,
And a grey fog dogs my footsteps as they go,
And it's long and sore to tread, the road to Connaught.
Is it fault of brogues or feet I fare so slow?
There's a grey fog over Dublin of the curses,
But the Connaught wind will blow it from my way,
And a Connaught girl will kiss it from my memory,
If the Death that walks beside me will delay.
(There's a grey fog over Dublin of the curses,
And no wind comes to break its stillness deep;
And a Connaughtman lies on the road to Connaught,
And Mauryeen will not kiss him from his sleep-Ululu!)
poem by Nora Jane Hopper Chesson
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Is It Wisdom?
When guidance is sought some would say all you have is ask.
While not all the answers will be given.
Some must be discovered, after a due given search.
To give up, is to admit living was a lie.
What is the one thing we all seek and try to defy?
That we will eventually die.
We have our blessings and our curses.
A voodoo doll, or miracle is not needed.
A continuation of all things large and small.
Looking through a rose covered glass ball.
A layer is peeled to only be repeated.
With history forever synced.
A musical with the same beat.
It's importance is not yet really seen.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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