Emptiness Of Heart ~ Acrostic #4
Emptiness of heart is common
Many equate happiness with wealth
Perhaps the glitter of gold blinds on
Taking all reason, values, and health
In time fleeting Euphoria fades
Nothingness is offered in place
Each day a new craving appears
Seems to drown attention in many ways
Self absorbed is one, in Greed and Fears.
Often the emptiness comes at night
For times alone reveal much light.
Happiness is nowhere in existence
Each gadget fails satisfaction
All longings for more makes no sense
Revealing the absence and deception
Then the truth comes out, such Pretense!
'Whoever loves money never has money enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with his income.'
(Ecclesiastes 5: 10)
May 31.2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Coffin Of Gold
All around its greed
More more more I need
If I have one I need more
I am not satisfied anymore
Not in my dream, I would share
Greed overtook me and I stopped to care
I am no longer satisfied with anything
Feel like owning everything
All the money in the world
Still greed tells me more and more
Where I will bury all these wealth
I have lost myself that’s the truth
Help me …to me they plead
Greedy I am to see them plead
What will I do with all these money?
Still more more more I need
Maybe I will have a coffin of gold
Stacked inside with paper money
Where will I take these after I die?
With open arms and in coffin I lie
No more can I hold anything
The truth to leave behind everything
Still I am filled with greed
More more more I need
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Rich and Poor
Money brings problems to the wealthy and the poor
Money causes conflict that often leads to war
Money ruins families that can barley afford to eat
Working every night and day just to make ends meet
Money is still desired how ever great your wealth
Power and greed take control and corrupt your inner self
Needed for survival across the world in every place
Soon as you leave school get set to join the paper chase
Money is the path to deception, cheating and enmity
So watch that your arrogance wont make hell your final destiny
To believe your better or more important than any body else
Is an major fault in any man that is bought on by wealth
Money separates the rich and the poor
But when your times up money is no more
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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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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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Cash based life
The only thing ever wonted
Happiness! ! ! Is it based on money?
Fame or fortune?
Can you buy your happiness?
Or will you be happy
If you just got money
Yes you can buy
The visible things around you
A nice car and a big house
But not love wealth and happiness
Meaning of happiness is coming to a home
By the end of the day
Even how you low on money
But still to a home to your love ones
To someone who really loves you
Not for your big house or your fancy car
Or how much you can spend buy one day
Yes, now a day's life is mostly based on money
But always have to try to see the meaning of life
With your naked eyes
Not with a blindfold around your eyes
To chase away the devil and the evil within our souls
To see the beauty within our life
Which is not based on money
Life is not all about money or based on it
Even we raised to believe that way
Believe in yourself and think about your life
With money on the side
Without making it the life source of your self
Nisal~©
poem by Nisal Weerasinghe
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Very Clear
Money can't buy happiness?
I'll be damn...
It's in the wrong hands!
You give yours to me.
Come along on a journey
And you will definitely see...
How money can be used,
To destroy myths and trite expressions
Abused.
Give your money to me...
And I will teach you a few lessons,
That will destroy pockets of hypocrisy!
Money can't buy happiness,
For those trying to hoard it
To dress up and luster their emptiness.
Those bored to tears with inner conflicts.
With 'things' not bringing them reasons to cheer!
Get me near some money...
And I will show you the meaning of happiness,
That is very clear!
Apparently those who have it...
Find it useless to absorb and dry,
Their selfishness hidden that brings them to tears!
A greediness maintained they've denied,
Trying to buy attention and hiding this for years!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stealth, Health and Wealth
Stealth, health and wealth, each a curious breed
Are not such strange bedfellows indeed.
Stealth, with its cunning and mysterious ways,
Escapes notice matter not the attention one pays.
With the suspicious this surreptitious wins in spite
Of all who strain for a glimpse of its sight.
Then there's health with its nefarious aim,
Favoring young and wealthy in its merciless game.
What justice is there as it forsakes the weak,
Choosing to stand by and laugh at the meek?
Or why does it change with no reason at all,
Ignoring vanquished victims imploring its call?
Now lastly take wealth, oh wealth so dear.
The worst irony of all may, indeed, lies here.
Many forfeit love and happiness for a chance
To tiptoe with this god in an all-too-short dance.
Then as stealth teams with wealth, it's time to pay
Costs of health escaping more notice every day.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Things That We Tend To Ignore
'Tis said that money makes more money and 'tis also said that much wants more
But the things in our lives that most matter are the things that we tend to ignore
Such as happiness, joy and contentment these are the things money can't buy
Though money in life is important and it's value how can one deny.
He's a millionaire forty times over and he is one who has it made
And he rakes in large sums of money and he knows the tricks of the trade
But in his heart he doesn't feel happy and in ways he feels quite insecure
And the one who is seen as successful you might say is mentally poor.
For his teenage son and daughter he's bought two new computers and he's bought a new merc for his wife
But he is a man without laughter and something is missing in his life
Still his money can't buy him what he's missing for to be locked in a safe in the wall
For happiness cannot be purchased and it is the best gift of all.
Success it can be gauged by money one might say that we've heard that before
But that money in life is important is a thing we ought not to ignore
Still the one paid for to sing not as happy as the one who for happiness sing
And there is so much truth in the saying that in life 'we can't have everything'.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Money is Honey
Money is Honey
Money money money
O my dear honey
Tinkering sound
Of Rupee, dollar and pound
The world ruled by capitalist
Made man more materialist
He toils day and night
To get the deceiving delight
Of the money and wealth
Risking spirit heavenly and health
Being clever and cunning
Man tries to find new meaning
In the material possession
Relish on wealth accumulation
Money is the medium not the means
To live life, why spilling beans
This is the irony
O my dear honey
Money, money and money
{This was written after a random thinking over the corrupting influence of money and how it has changed the meaning of life.}
Shashikant Nishant Sharma 'साहिल'
======©SNS==18 May 2012==@New Delhi=====
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Elevated...
Rarest of things, often small in number,
like Gold, Diamond, precious things, remember.
People, attracted towards it only for pleasure,
with greed for material, is beyond one's measure.
Amassing wealth beyond one's need,
Often grows that ego from the Devil's seed,
and that tree bears the fruits of sorrow,
once eaten your thoughts for good deeds do narrow.
Often People flock around you just for your money,
away they will go their way, when they find you don't have any,
The real wealth comes from the happiness you share,
from service to mankind, you'll find people who care.
Put all that abundance into good, noble deed,
soon you'll find peace, and thus departs your greed.
you will take a position of a happiness giver,
because you will be elevated in the minds of people forever.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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When The Money Is Right
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
But when it fades away,
People feel and looked disgraced.
As if embarrassed and filled with hate.
And with an emptiness inside that takes place...
They then create racist activities,
Seething to draw someone's blood to bleed.
With an irateness baited to please.
Shown with those of insecurities...
Without resources from others to squeeze!
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
A selfishness bites...
Whether money is right,
Or not!
Oh...oh!
Oh...oh!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right,
Few have sleepless nights!
With dreams of making,
And taking it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Don't Love Me Francisca
Please don't love me Francisca
I am on my way to America,
And my return is not certain,
For your love hundreds of me
are pleading
Please consider their craving,
My destiny is my priority
My continued search for the right
Kind of life might last for eternity.
So my love for you is not certain,
My love is for wealth and money
I think about it every morning.
But I don't want to get it through
the back door,
And I don't want your heart hurt.
So I say, try someone else
For my love is for nothing else
But money and wealth.
After which my heart love can take,
For without money love is vain.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 201
It’s odd how people with money claim it isn’t everything
Those who buy what they want, say its not enough to bring
Fun or laughter to your life, that having lots of cash
Is a hindrance to finding joy, something to make you crash
That wealth shields off contentment, making it hard to find
True satisfaction or a feeling of peace inside your mind
Can anyone be at ease while rich, I really do not know
But if someone wants to fund me I will definitely give it a go
Money can’t buy happiness
When all is said and done
Then again nor can poverty
But money is a lot more fun
poem by Flying Lemming
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Between Happiness And Me
The only thing between happiness and me is my attitude;
Who or what’s in the driver’s seat directing my mood.
It has nothing to do with my status or measure of wealth.
It doesn’t even have to be related to the state of my health.
Whether I’m happy or sad is not changed by food or drugs;
Though I’ll admit it’s not hurt by steady supplies of hugs.
My happiness depends on whether I can draw nearer
To that image of my attention each morning in the mirror.
If I’m satisfied and confident with this familiar face,
Then happiness will be mine in life’s uncertain race.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Sonnet: Money Ain’t The Answer
Money, we seek in life to fulfil needs;
Most labour hard to gain some extra wealth;
Some even go on to do evil deeds,
And in the process, spoil their body's health.
Money evades some persons for quite long;
Some get it accidentally, by luck;
Some acquire it through a single song;
But happiness can't come to all by buck.
For, money can't give bliss for all on earth;
Money can't solve all problems in our life;
Neither can it ensure a divine berth;
Money can bring a man unwanted strife.
And yet, the human mind stays money-mad,
Forgetting Almighty God; Oh, how sad!
poem by John Celes
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If the Wealth...
If the wealth is ill gotten
Then good use later on can be forgotten
It will take our hear apparent to down fall
Create distrust, fight and impregnable wall
This is how the wealth takes its toll
Hard earned money may easily roll
Change hands for charity, donation and good use
Others may invite jealousy, deception and misuse
Wealth is main root for all evils
Not all may have security or good will
The family members may want your early departure
As they may be finding a chance for good future
Good sense may only prevail
When you are in control and not fail
Keep them to united fold and trust
Else they may fall apart and mistrust
What can be done with so much wealth?
If that deteriorate your complete health
If that can’t guarantee you peace and happiness
Why on earth it can be longed for and stressed?
I tried to find an easy answer
But answered by only some or fewer of them
It placed me at great worry
I felt really in pain and sorry
What it did me in whole life?
When it was to prove as cutting knife
The family was quarreling among for spoils
I was helpless and there was no use to boil
I wish it not to happen to anybody
The wealth must be used for help to somebody
Its constrained use may warrant good result
But at least it save you from embarrassment and insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Health and Wealth
When I had health, I strived to earn more wealth;
I toiled so hard that I soon lost my health!
When I got wealth, more vice crept in by stealth;
My wealth was gone, so also my good health!
So, keep your health and earn some wealth;
Don't earn more wealth and lose all health;
Just use your wealth to keep your health;
In life on earth, Health is your wealth!
poem by John Celes
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What You Can Or Can't Buy With Money
You can buy bed with your money but not the asleep
You can buy watch with your money but not the time
You can buy job with your money but not the respect
You can buy people attention with your money but not their true friendship
You can buy comfortable life with your money but not the inner peace
You can buy pray with your money but not the heaven
You can buy medicine with your money but not the health
You can buy heart with your money but not the love
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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Dollar Debate
It is a common saying,
That happiness is one thing
Which money cannot buy.
Although this be widespread knowlege,
This philosophy,
I must deny.
Why?
Because money does
Buy happiness,
For a fleeting while.
What is achieved is
A momentary excitement
And gleefulness -
Perhaps even a fading smile.
However, my freind -
This does not last.
Your happy pleasure
Rushes to an end -
And Alas!
Soon it be
In your past.
If, my friend,
Happiness is what you seek,
You shall have to keep
Running-
Chasing-
Grasping it
Again,
And Again!
You see,
Money can buy possessions,
And even the happiness
Of momentary pleasures.
However,
One thing still remains
Which money
Cannot -
Will not -
And shall NEVER buy -
Is something which
Only God can give:
The gift of eternal joy.
And so,
Dear freind -
You must decide!
What will it be?
Is it a glimps
Of happiness
Which you seek,
Or is it God's
Everlasting gift of joy?
To help you answer,
I will tell,
Which of these choices
I favor above all else -
I choose to continually go to God
To exchange,
My sorrows -
My sickness -
My worrries -
My cares -
My strife;
And exchange them
For God's permanent joy,
And His guiding hand
To hold my life.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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We Live In A Material World
We live in a material World though suppose it was always that way
And money does speak every language a wiser one than I did say
Still decency once stood for something though those values now in decay
And nowadays far more greed and corruption materialism is with us to stay.
Much wants more is alive and thriving with millions some are not satisfied
The Joneses next door have a new car and that put a dent in their pride
They must buy one bigger and better they must be the tops in the street
For greed and pride we sacrifice our values as for social status we compete.
I sort of admire the Grim Reaper although he is one that I fear
Since he cannot be bought with money he does have values 'twould appear
And he treats everybody as equal since he does not differentiate
Yet him we do not wish to know of and him we will not celebrate.
We live in a material World where to be poor in it's own way is a crime
Yet rich and poor have one thing in common they all lose out to old father time
Good values were once seen as important but to nothing now such things amount
Your worth is now valued in money and the size of your bank account
poem by Francis Duggan
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