Pauper
He was flaunting
On the phone
About the millions
He's made…
As if seeing his riches…
I would rush back to him.
What use is his wealth
If he's a pauper at heart?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Poor, Poor Country
Oh 'twas a poor country, in Autumn it was bare,
The only green was the cutting grass and the sheep found little there.
Oh, the thin wheat and the brown oats were never two foot high,
But down in the poor country no pauper was I.
My wealth it was the glow that lives forever in the young,
'Twas on the brown water, in the green leaves it hung.
The blue cranes fed their young all day - how far in a tall tree!
And the poor, poor country made no pauper of me.
I waded out to the swan's nest - at night I heard them sing,
I stood amazed at the Pelican, and crowned him for a king;
I saw the black duck in the reeds, and the spoonbill on the sky,
And in that poor country no pauper was I.
The mountain-ducks down in the dark made many a hollow sound,
I saw in sleep the Bunyip creep from the waters underground.
I found the plovers' island home, and they fought right valiantly,
Poor was the country, but it made no pauper of me.
My riches all went into dreams that never yet came home,
They touched upon the wild cherries and the slabs of honeycomb,
They were not of the desolate brood that men can sell or buy,
Down in that poor country no pauper was I.
* * * * *
The New Year came with heat and thirst and the little lakes were low,
The blue cranes were my nearest friends and I mourned to see them go;
I watched their wings so long until I only saw the sky,
Down in that poor country no pauper was I.
poem by John Shaw Neilson
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I Get A Rush
Every day of my life has been leading me here tonight
Feels like I'm coming home back to you, back to you
Every chance that I take
Every wrong turn and every mistake
Is a step on the road back to you
And I'm alive
Chorus:
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
And my goal, I see you, you're as close as the hole in my shoe
And when I'm feeling used, I'm renewed, I get high
I can fly, I've got wings
I've got riches that money can't bring
I've got more than a king, I've got you
And baby, that's alright
Chorus:
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
From you, everything you do
I call it love
Yeah, I get a rush, I get a rush
Every day of my life has been leading me here tonight
And wherever I roam I'm heading back home to you
Back to you
Chorus:
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
From you, everything you do
I call it love
Yeah, I get a rush, I get a rush from you
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Wealth
I declare beyond fortresses then and now,
I decide when and why my sayings are run,
We demand the wealth of the world to be,
And we devise a holy happening because of we.
Wealth must not expire or be destroyed for
the kings and queens have all the wealth.
So many are dazzled by wealth, riches and money.
So much has occured afterwards, I believe.
poem by Naveed Akram
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CP- To Mader
So one night it was dark and I couldn’t see,
I picked up my phone no one to disagree.
I was in possession of a beautiful phone,
Even though the phone was of a girlie tone.
I started checking my message to find out,
That maybe this isn’t my phone – hmm doubt.
But could this be the phone of my eye candy,
Maybe she could be unmarried and change her name to Sandy.
Hmm the possibilities of the owner of the stolen phone,
Oh goodness maybe I should watch my tone.
I return the untouchable phone back to her,
“I thought it was my phone” I said in transfer.
Oh the purple phone that was like mine,
Oh purple phone oh purple phone I let out a sigh….
poem by Coreena Dejesus
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Wealth and Power
Flaunting wealth gives pride and irritates others.
Hoarding wealth earns ranks but invites jealousy.
Having power is strength and a target too.
With these in mind, earn and grow the children.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Rush & A Push & The Land Is Ours
Oh hello
I am the ghost of troubled joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home
They said :
Theres too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice
In your life
I said :
Leave me alone
Because Im alright, dad
Surprised to still
Be on my own...
Oh, but dont mention love
Id hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and i
They take what they need, and just leave
Oh, but dont mention love
Id hate the pain of the strain all over again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So why cant it be now ?
And people who are weaker than you or i
They take what they want from life
Oh, but dont mention love
No - no, dont mention love !
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But youre still a young man
So phone me, phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me
Oh, I think Im in love
Oh, I think Im in love
Oh, I think Im in love (think Im in love)
Urrgh, I think Im in lerv
Oh ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Man’s fort
Man, the heart of woman is your real fort.
Your mansions, wealth, fame, all come only next.
With a nest secured in a woman’s heart,
In comfort can you live even as a pauper..
08.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ho For California!
Rouse ye, Yankees, from your dreaming!
See that vessel, strong and bold,
On her banner proudly streaming,
California for gold!
See a crowd around her gather,
Eager all to push from land!
They will have all sorts o' weather
Ere they reach the golden strand.
Rouse to action,
Fag and faction;
Ho, for mines of wealth untold!
Rally! Rally!
All for Cali-
Fornia in search of gold!
Away, amid the rush and racket,
Ho for the California packet!
Wake ye! O'er the surging ocean,
Loud above each coral cave,
Comes a sound of wild commotion
From the lands beyond the wave.
Riches, riches, greater--rarer,
Than Golconda's far-famed mines;
Ho for California's shores!
Where the gold so brightly shines.
O'er the ocean
All's commotion;
Ho for mines of wealth untold!
Countless treasure
Waits on pleasure;
Ho for California's gold!
Let us go the rush and racket,
On the Californian packet.
Hear the echo wildly ringing
Through our country far and wide!
Thousands leaving home and springing
Into the resistless tide.
Now our nation's roused from sleeping,
All alert and wide awake.
O, there's no such thing as keeping
Folks asleep when gold's the stake!
Old Oregon
We'll look not on;
Ho, for mines of wealth untold!
We'll take our way,
Without delay,
In search of gold--of glittering gold!
Here we go, amid the racket,
On the Californian packet!
Yankees! all who have the fever,
Go the rush without delay!
Take a spade and don your beaver;
Tell your friends you must away!
You will get a sight o' money;
Reap perhaps a hundred-fold!
O, it would be precious funny
To sit in a hall of gold!
Let's be going,
Gales are blowing,
Ho, all hands for digging gold!
Romance throwing
Colors glowing
Round these mines of wealth untold!
Ho, we go amid the racket,
On the Californian packet!
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Could You Love Me
I need to trust you.
Not rush you,
Into love.
We need to make agendas we keep.
And free ourselves from hook-ups.
I need to trust you.
Not rush you,
Into love.
We need to make agendas we keep.
And free ourselves from hook-ups.
Could you love me...
With feelings riped in meaning?
Could you love me...
Like no one you have known?
Could you love me...
As if you had been dreaming?
Could you love me...
And not answer the phone?
To let me know you're home,
Alone!
Could you love me...
With feelings riped in meaning?
Could you love me...
Like no one you have known?
Could you love me...
As if you had been dreaming?
Could you love me...
And not answer the phone?
To let me know you're home,
Alone!
I need to trust you.
Not rush you,
Into love.
We need to make agendas we keep.
And free ourselves from hook-ups.
So could you love me...
With feelings riped in meaning?
So could you love me...
Like no one you have known?
So could you love me...
As if you had been dreaming?
So could you love me...
And not answer the phone?
To let me know you're home,
Alone!
Could you love me...
I need to trust you.
Not rush you,
Into love.
Could you love me...
Like no one you have known?
And not answer the phone?
To let me know you're home,
Alone!
CouldyaCouldyaCouldyaCouldyaCouldyaCouldy aCouldya
Couldya love me?
And not answer the phone?
To let me know you're home,
Alone!
CouldyaCouldya love me?
And do this to my heart,
Anytime?
Couldya really love me?
And do this to my heart,
Anytime?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Money Ain’t God
Money is not God,
Albeit good health and great wealth
Will put a commoner in the position to afford
The most luxurious amenities on earth.
God is wealth;
Good health
Is the richest gift
That can be bestowed on a chief.
Money is like a gaud;
It is a fraud
To think that money is God.
A King or a Queen, without good health,
Is sinking at the bottom;
He or she is dead, indeed worthless.
A penniless pauper, with great health,
Is wealthier than one can fathom;
He or she is darn blessed.
God is wealth;
God is health;
Money ain’t God;
Money ain’t God.
Good health and great wealth
Are like divine gifts;
Adding a little wisdom and a good heart,
Such combo will put a cherub on a celestial lift,
Where life is wonderful and set apart.
God is wealth;
Good health
Is the richest gift
That can be bestowed on a chief.
Money is like a gaud,
It is a fraud
To think that money is God.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Dont Rush The Good Things
(n. gammack)
Producer: carter
Album: private dancer emi centenary edition (96)
B-side of the uk/ger whats love got to do with it single
Bought me a bottle of wine
Im gonna drink it tonight
And you can join me
Its gonna make us feel alright
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Im gonna sip it slowly
Im not gonna rock it back
I am no historier but i
Ive learned from my past what Ive learned
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Its a slow job falling in love
Its a slow job
Falling in love its a slow job
Dont rush good things tonight
You and me baby
No need to rush it tonight
Cause we got all the time in the world
Get it back, get it back
Get it back, get it back
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
song performed by by Tina Turner
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There Have Been Millions And Millions Of Years
THERE HAVE BEEN MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF YEARS
There have been millions and millions of years
And there will be millions and millions more
And I have had only less than seventy-
There is so much to see and be and know
I could understand far more than I do now
I have so much beauty and hope and love in me
Why do I have to die?
It does not seem fair or wise
So much waste and loss in my dying
Worlds in me that will never be known.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Is Mammon?
Mammon is
riches
personified
as evil
or wealth
regarded
as a God
or an evil
influence.
Observe the worshippers
of wealth on Wall Street
washing hands in rivers
of wealth bled tribute money.
Praises sung to Babylon
the Great in haughty pride.
Great luxury is this palace
of immorality poured funds.
All those poor prostituted
bodies minds worldwide?
International Monetary Fund
dictates crops sown slave
wages sown in third world
newly termed developing...
symbolic of developing
western greed leeched
from veins of illiterate
workers oppressed exploited...
blood diamonds sparkle
on the hands about the necks
of their paid for women
wealth riches considered
an evil corrupt influence
Hollywood is mammonism
not your precious mother?
Mammon
an incarnate evil
dressed in bodily form
dressed as epitome of fashion
while number crunchers
noisily busily munch
devising new ways
to sell workers into early grave
Mammon is
riches
personified
as evil
or wealth
regarded
as a God
or an evil
influence.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Georgie And Her Rival
Georgie grew to hate her name
It sounded like a tiny man
And the one she had said "I can't see you, but I'll call you
whenever I can"
Sometimes the phone would ring, when she was half-asleep
A voice would drag her down with its suggestions
Though she often felt cheated, she never felt cheap
CHORUS
Well heaven knows what fills the heart and makes you feel so
alive
It's impossible to tear apart
Georgie and her rival
It was half-past February
And he hadn't called since New Year's Day
Maybe he'd found another woman to say those words no chapel girl
should say
Her mother would phone and always keep talking
She'd try to be polite, making faces
But somewhere in the back of her mind, her rival was stalking
CHORUS
Her rival would always wait till the eighth or ninth bell
He'd be desperate anyway and drunk as well
She always liked to hurt him to prove he was prepared
To love her anyway that she wanted
So she could tell which she preferred
He sat up with his address book trying to think what mood he's in
His finger traced past Georgie's name to someone who needed less
persuading
He didn't hear through her disguise he didn't leave her in a rush
Just like the promise that he left on her machine
That almost made her blush
The radio plays a lover's symphony
"The number you have dialed has been re-directed"
Now she puts him on the speaker-phone
Whenever she has company
CHORUS
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Georgie & Her Rival
Georgie grew to hate her name
It sounded like a tiny man
And the one she had said I cant see you, but Ill call you whenever I can
Sometimes the phone would ring, when she was half-asleep
A voice would drag her down with its suggestions
Though she often felt cheated, she never felt cheap
Chorus
Well heaven knows what fills the heart and makes you feel so alive
Its impossible to tear apart
Georgie and her rival
It was half-past february
And he hadnt called since new years day
Maybe hed found another woman to say those words no chapel girl should say
Her mother would phone and always keep talking
Shed try to be polite, making faces
But somewhere in the back of her mind, her rival was stalking
Chorus
Her rival would always wait til the eighth or ninth bell
Hed be desperate anyway and drunk as well
She always liked to hurt him to prove he was prepared
To love her anyway that she wanted
So she could tell which she preferred
He sat up with his address book trying to think what mood hes in
His finger traced past georgies name to someone who needed less persuading
He didnt hear through her disguise he didnt leave her in a rush
Just like the promise that he left on her machine
That almost made her blush
The radio plays a lovers symphony
The number you have dialed has been re-directed
Now she puts him on the speaker-phone
Whenever she has company
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 16
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’m feeling all alone
I can’t connect with my friends out there
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I miss its ringing tone
I’ve searched for it everywhere
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I cannot roam
I must stay near in case it rings
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I do not wish to moan
It has numbers, dates and all kinds of things
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I guess I’m prone
To wander like a lost zombie
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve no mind of my own
Without it there to organise me
I’ve lost my mobile phone
poem by Flying Lemming
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We Have to Come Up With Something Quick
Get Godzilla on the phone!
'We're trying to negotiate.
But even he says he will not take the blame,
For that kind of destruction we wish.
Not for the fees we promise.'
We have to come up with something quick.
This whole terrorists thing is beginning to bore!
Especially when tourists are flaunting their Euro spending,
In New York City!
Our deception plans are unraveling before our eyes.
Who else is on that list that captivates imaginations and fear?
'Bin Laden?
We know more about him and can not find him at all.
And Barack Obama was born right here...
Under a microscope.
And people are becoming scared to death of his truth!
And some minister who tells it like it is! '
Gee...
We don't need anything that frightening!
Get Godzilla back on the phone!
Tell him we will make his next appearance 'spectacular'
'Sir...
He is requesting Steven Spielberg to direct! '
Steven is out of the picture.
He has been selected to do the campaign ads for Obama!
Oh...
What are we going to do?
'Perhaps we can get Janet to expose her breasts?
That brought the entire nation to its knees! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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