Real Wealth
You wonder why I do not cry
And why I am not breaking?
These eyes of mine are strangely dry
Right after your departing.
It's not because I do not love you
But I decided it was best,
We clash in all things that you value,
And with money, it was a 'no contest'.
Yes, I took it quite with dignity,
For I weighed the wealth I have,
So I bravely faced reality
And freed myself from my web.
You wonder if there's any anger,
In my heart there is no room for that.
And know you'll be my friend forever,
I care for you no matter what.
Now you are still so very sad
With all your wealth and tons of money,
I have the things you never had,
Peace of mind and my family.
For God gave me true prosperity,
A family of love and caring,
They give me strength and hope to see
Indeed they are my real blessings.
'Bett er a little with the fear of the Lord than great wealth with turmoil.'
PROVERBS 15: 16
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May 4,2008 Talrac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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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!
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Can't Buy Me Love
Money can buy me a lot of things,
But I can not put a value on what love brings.
You can buy me all the things in the world,
But the cost is priceless of being your girl.
If I had you in bed with me at night,
Is worth more to me than any first class flight.
Having your arms around me and holding me close,
Is one of the things in the world I treasure most.
Gifts every now and then are okay,
But I would rather spend time with you everyday.
I don’t need the things that comes from tiffany’s,
Just to have you right here with me.
Money can’t buy me love…..
Money can’t buy me love…..
I’m not worried about fancy houses and cars,
Happiness to me is to be where you are.
The 2 of us can be broke together,
If the love is real we can last forever.
I don’t need all of those material things,
I want the peace and happiness true love brings.
You are my angel sent to me from up above,
Money is ok but money can’t buy me love.
All I want is for someone to love me for me,
I don’t care too much for money, because loving you is free…
Money can’t buy me love…..
Money can’t buy me love…..
Family Comes Together
Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
Family comes together
For always and forever
Without any reason
Anytime or any season
Family comes together
For always and forever
In death or in life
In happiness or in strife
Family comes together
For always and forever
In anger or in kindness
Whether all seeing or in blindness
Family comes together
For always and forever
Whether for work or for play
They somehow find a way
For family to come together
Because families are forever
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Realities
As we grow older we realize
These basic truths before our eyes:
The emptiness of wealth,
The dignity of work,
The value of good health,
The need to make our mark,
The gift of family and friends,
The ugliness of strife,
The permanence of change,
The brevity of life,
The comfort of true love,
The truth of God above.
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July 27,2008
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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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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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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Family I love
love my family with my hold heart.
My love is Joy to love my family
Family is sad and happy and love.
Family is fun and painful and pretty.
My family is like all families we have
love and we have happiness and tears
I love my hold family
My family is like angels who fly in sky
I am grateful that I have family that loves
me.
My family are kind and nice and fun to be
around
My family is painful like all familys are and
heart breaking and Evil sometimes
My family is heart breaking and deadly like
everyone else
Hey I can't stop loving my family not matter what
it coats in the family.
Way my family is just makes me want have family
with someone be as good as they are.
But God know I love my family
and our love is great to have in life
and even know they leave he world they still
a live in my hearts.
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Do You Really Want Money?
Do you really want money?
Or would you rather have these:
Good health in your family
And restful sleep with peace.
A simple home with love
Meals shared with lots of laughter
Real wealth from God above
Sweet memories to remember.
By your side a true friend,
And a dear loved one to hold,
Answers to prayers sent,
Warm hugs when you are cold.
Songs of birds to wake you
A gentle breeze that blows
Thanks for little things you do
And praise for the good you show.
Enough to pay your bills
No worries for tomorrow
Freedom from hurts and ills
And comfort for all your sorrow.
Simple things can be had
You will not need a lot of money
Too much of it can make one sad
Discontented and so lonely.
--------------------'A man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.'
Luke 12: 15
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Real Wealth From Jesus
What can wealth give the lost soul?
His essence is drained in tormenting guilt
There is no peace, he's broken, not whole
Anguished in sin, drowned in its filth.
All the money in this world that men adore
Cannot buy for us the eternal prize
For after Death, what is money for?
We can't take it with us, when we close our eyes.
Men are deceived with things temporary
For that which God offers is eternal life
We can all have His Son, His forgiveness, and Mercy,
Washed from sin, saved in grace, freed from strife.
There is no abundance in material things
A man's life does not consist in these
When we find Jesus we have everything
In Him there is love and His lasting peace.
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Dear Mum...
We miss you very much and dad;
The thought of you both makes us sad;
The present days are truly bad;
We cannot do the things, you had.
The way things happen makes all mad;
Your love and care kept us so glad;
Those days were great when lass and lad;
Joy comes not from a money’s-wad.
Nevertheless, we must live on;
Less hope springs in hearts every morn;
More babies are unborn than born;
Almighty’s heart looks hurt and torn.
Rare is a good matrimony;
Bad things stem from excess money;
The mobile world appears funny;
Just prayers maintain harmony.
Less wealth had given immense joy;
Our words comfort not but annoy;
Childhood was good without a toy;
Oh, how I wish I were a boy!
God, give us strength of heart and will!
God ne’er forsake when we turn ill;
We pots of clay must always fill
With grace, until we reach God’s Hill!
So ‘Rest in peace, ’ ye mighty souls;
You did so well your earthly roles;
Your love had reached even the poles;
You gave us Christ and lovely goals!
“In loving memory of dear mum and dad”
(Late) Mr. A.T. Antoniswami and Mrs. Stella Antoniswami
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-04-11
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Our Ziklag Times
Oh what pain consumes our hearts!
Gnawing fears and despondency,
With all jobs lost, income departs,
And the homeless dwell in famined economy.
Now where are the money crutches we had?
Weren't those our firm securities?
Our wealth, our homes, our little gods,
Our empty thrones of prosperity.
In our distress we cry out loud,
In anguish for the loss of all we own,
No more room for the haughty and proud,
For we come to reap what we have sown.
Only in distress will we seek Him,
When we have no more strength to weep,
Unless the suffering hems us in,
We won't give God our lives to keep.
With God all things are possible!
And no global economy can hold Him,
An Awesome God Who is more than able
To reverse Ziklag and our lands redeem.
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'Before you call I will answer,
While you are yet speaking I will hear.
For I Am the Lord there is no other,
Return to Me and I will draw near.
I Am the Lord there is no other,
I form the light and the darkness,
I bring prosperity and create disaster,
I, the Lord, do all these things.'
(Isaiah 45: 6-7)
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
June 25,2009
Philippines
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Not Rich In Money
I may not be rich in money but I'm rich of happiness
I don't care about money
Why?
Money can't buy everything, especially feelings
Money can't last forever
I'm happy even though I'm not rich
I have a good life, I have wonderful friends and families, and most of all: I am loved and cared
Being loved and cared is far better than having money
What will you choose?
Money or friendship and love?
I am grateful for all the things God gave me
Money doesn't matter
So what if you have a lot of money
But do you feel happy?
Being happy is more important than money
Why?
Because if you're not happy... it's hard to heal unhappiness as time goes by
I am happy as long as my family and friends care about me
I am happy to have such wonderful friends and family that supports me everyday
I am happy
Even if I'm poor... but I'm happy because my family and friends fill my heart with laughters, jokes, and smile in which all the burdens and stress flows away like the wind
Being poor is good though
You see poor people that are happy
Because they have each other
You can do anything with each other and do anything together
I am thankful God...
Thank you forgiving me such a wonderful life with the best friends and family in the world
Thank you for making me feel happiness everyday
Thank you God, for supoorting me, my family, and my friends
Thank you God, for protecting everybody in this world. Even you.
The Secret Of Happiness
The secret of happiness is not hidden behind the distances of perfection
Nor in posessing dozens of gold and wealth
I never had complicated dreams since I
believe that the real happiness in the simple things exists
Never dreamed of becoming a crown queen
Never wanted to have a perfect life
The happiness was my Desire
And I always had the faith that at the little things the happiness can be found
There is no need for complicated heart desires
At the simple things we can find the perfect and the happy life
Just keeping the hope in the heart
The kindness of soul and love of God
The perfect life is hidden there don't go far away
Finding the real love not the perfect one
Was my hearts best Desire
Because always I had the faith
The secret of finding the happiness is hidden at simple desires and the real ones
What worts all the world wealth if you don't have the faith of God in the heart
What worts all the worlds wealth and the success
If you don't have peace of mind
If you are surrounded with fake lovers all around
Because of that my dream was to find the real love the real happiness and peace of mind
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Money is Sacred
Money is so sacred, my mind is reactive
To the special things in life.
Too heavy in my mind is this life,
When money is donated to another life,
To give blood is easier.
Money is too sacred. Its business is supreme
And laudable. Most adorable. Why do you laugh?
Business makes you perfect. So what about the family?
Is it given its just help, or are you poor for yourself?
Money is sacred and wealth we be. We are not poor.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dont Love Me Francisca
Pleas dont love me Francisca
I am on my way to America
And my return is not certain
But I dont love you for certain
For your love, hundreds of me
Are pleading
Please consider their craving
My destiny is my priority
My continuous search for the
Right 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
Still I dont want to get it through
The back door.
And I dont want ur heart hurt.
So I say, try someone else
My love is for nothing else
But money and wealth
After this love can come
For love without money is vain.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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We Need to Change
How people fight and fume
Over everything around!
How adults scream and shout
For everything they find!
Even brothers bear ill-wills
And start a family-feud;
Even sisters covet each other
On many things in life!
And neighbors do not maintain peace
Across the wall and line-of-control;
And nations suspect the next
And are wary of all things one does;
The world is more intolerant
And peace is an elusive star!
Has science to blame and scientists
Who put God in the background?
Has lack of faith and trust,
the cause of all turmoil?
Has man turned immoral and materialistic,
Bringing upon him this curse?
Have sense of values eroded
And dignity of life ignored?
Money has made life better;
But money has brought in ills as well;
Money works both good and bad things
Our experience does tell!
Change of heart and mind of man
For better is what we need;
Love of humanity and downtrodden
Should be the guiding light.
Let leaders think of the living God,
And God choose good souls to lead!
Let’s pray to God most fervently
That blessings rain on earth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2009
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Immigrant Man
Years pasted by us quick
Lost counting endless days and nights
The family I haven’t seen for years
Because Immigrant to another country
Challenging to survived work and living
No time to think no time to miss the family
Never thought of how much the family missed I
Forgive me I have not been home
For such a long time
But my heart has never left the family
And I have never taken my root away
I missed my country. I missed mostly my family
The family loving caring brought me up
Endlessly guide help and supports
Priceless ticket hearted joy going home
To see my beloved family
Which I haven’t seen for years
To celebrate with the family
This Chinese New Year 2008
Prosperity, Happy living healthy and peace
Miss the happiness time FOUR generations living together
In one house warmest loving and caring
The noise the cries none silences day or night
LOVE and HAPPILY in the heart
Love my root. Love my family
Loving from the bottom of our heart
Prosperity-Happy Chinese New Year
Arrived home 31/01/2008
Celebration Chinese New Year 07/02/2008
By Lee See Fee
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Scars
Reality sucks, too much pain
I cant explain why I wanna bash brains
Still I can see it on the other side
Got a new baby, wanna stay alive
Give what I give, give what I got
Make it worth while, cause I got another shot
Broken families that always got pain
I break the chain, refuse to be the same
Mother-did as good as you could
After all the abuse I still understood
Three times divorced, and three times a kid
Gave us more love than our father ever did
Now weve all grown and moved along
Tried to forget, but my brother did me wrong
But its real hard to put it all behind me
Its like a tattoo frozen in a memory
I cant seem to erase the stain
In my brain, things will never be the same
I remember all the lies, f__ked up, now I realize
Never had a chance as a kid, I was a man
Fight after fight wasnt really what I planned
Father!
Whoever you are
Beat my mother down, all I see is scars
And memories - what about me?
Throw me through a window for watching tv
Where did I get this anger?
Where did I get this hate?
And where did I get my temper?
Now Im gonna show my faith
(huh) never will I be like you, be like you
F__ked up, that sh_t - Im staying true
My family, true to my family
Im true to my family
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
True to my family
True
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
True to my family
Stay true
True to my family
Stay true, stay true
Never will I be like you, never will I be like you (repeat to end)
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True Love
Put myself aside.
For the sake of another.
The one I call friend.
The one I call lover.
My jaded past.
And The hurt that I gave.
The pain she endured.
My emotional slave.
I have learned a new way.
I see through new eyes.
I want to bring joy.
Into both of our lives.
He will come first.
With her right behind.
What once was all selfish.
Now loving and kind.
It's not about envy.
I've nothing to boast.
The One I gave the least.
He gave me the most.
He got rid of my pride.
Now her heart I can see.
He showed me that you.
Should come before me.
All my past angers.
They've just about ceased.
His mercy and grace.
Has given me peace.
I cannot explain.
The joy that He brings.
By loving another.
And not loving things.
The gifts that He shared.
He gave when I sought.
Is now a reality,
And no longer a thought.
I thought in my mind,
It couldn't be real.
Thank you Lord Jesus.
For what I now feel.
What's true and what's right.
What's noble and just.
I give You my heart.
I give You my trust.
The one who I love.
My friend who is true.
I will give to no other.
But I give her to You.
You made my heart soft.
She made my heart melt.
You've shown me a love.
I never had felt.
Your love is the truth.
My love was just lies.
I give thanks that you showed me,
My wife through Your eyes.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Fake Freedom
stretching up to the sky
giants blocking out the sky
but i still love these twins
and their cool industrial bones
twins who have become two arms
open to the skies
or open to money,
imperfect.
wealth is not wings
and i still love the sky
it's true blue freedom
it's vast expanse which
boggles the mind to comprehend.
do we still have a sense of wonder?
i am torn between the two
but led to love them both
and the twins gave us money
though we know money is imperfect
and it gave us monetary freedom
in it's tabloid headline pettiness
i suppose it is still freedom
the freedom to choose wrong
and you know what happened next
terrorism freed us from them
two arms crumbling down
as our hearts exploded within us
and sent us hurlting through the skies
into the primal terror of freedom
and an explosion of too many choices
who are you? who will you believe? what do you believe?
who will you love? how much will you hate?
that is the real test
poem by Justin Tang
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