The Poor Rich
There's a real risk that the poor rich suffer
For which their bank accounts provide no buffer.
In fact their money can build huge walls of wealth,
Isolating their concept of the world's mental health.
What they see and hear is usually through a servant
Whose motives are most often much less than fervent.
The actual world that lies beyond their gifted breeds
Is rife with downtrodden and their unfulfilled needs…
Much like the days of yesteryear when royal stalls
Were protected from heathens by motes and walls.
Unfortunately, as history has so often shown,
Conflict arises when a class declares wealth their own.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Another American Civil War
The rich are becoming richer than ever before
As the middle class is left expiring in its own gore.
Each day prices rise as people's confidence falls,
But wealthy are too busy to hear their desperate calls.
Rich are counting all the new money they're gaining
And can't believe that there's anyone complaining.
Like Medieval Times they live in castles behind walls,
Shielding them from the increasingly frantic calls.
As with their ancestors greed is the order of the day.
They have no interest in a poorer class with little say.
Only when downtrodden rise and demand their rights
Will walls fall and rich feel the pain of people's plights.
History is replete with middles classes becoming poor
Until they refuse to be ruled by the rich and declare war!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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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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You Are Heading For An Almighty Fall
As the millions starve the rich saunter on,
They don't have a care in the world,
The millionaires laugh sipping tea on the lawn,
As their luxury yacht is unfurled.
Why should they care is their line of thought,
It's not our fault the children die,
In their sick life anything can be bought,
Why with nature should they have to comply?
They think they're above the likes of us,
Despite us making them rich,
Feeling superior gives them a buzz,
They'd walk past if you were lying in a ditch.
In reality they're no different from you or me,
Cut their skin and they'll all surely bleed,
They will suffer ill health; they still need to pee,
For companionship they have a need.
Take their money away they would soon disappear,
Their finance is a powerful tool,
Left with nothing they'd soon be living in fear,
Being poor they would say is uncool.
They put wealth over health which so unwise,
Thinking money is the ultimate cure,
All being equal everyone dies,
Of that fact even they can be sure.
As with all life we live and we age,
Animosity against that becomes rife,
That very thought puts them all in a rage,
Why can't their riches buy longer life?
Everlasting life is the patent of God,
His kingdom is open to us all,
If with avarice you've become overawed,
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
poem by Nic Hillen
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Wealth
Wealth cannot
comensate health.
Wealth is earthly
Health is above it.
Actual welfare lies
In proper maintenance
And through health
You can reach heaven.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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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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To get rich never risk your health. For it is the truth that health is the wealth of wealth.
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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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Sonnet: ‘World’s Celebrities? ’
O world-famous figures, Celebrities!
What use have you been to the common-man?
Your life got spent in alluring cities;
Your selfishness tilts down the weighing-pan.
O, how much wealth need you to acquire?
And how much wealth can you spend on this earth?
And how much wealth do you utmost require?
And how much wealth can give you immense mirth?
Just think awhile, the world has such poor souls!
Half-naked silhouettes with famished frames;
Could you not put your wealth to better roles
And see the ‘Book of Life’ record your names?
Your progeny can’t sleep on money-beds!
Excessive wealth can turn them mere block-heads.
9-23-2002
poem by John Celes
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What Money Buys And Doesn't
A trip around the world with a first class ticket,
Freedom though guilty in a legal thicket,
A castle with high walls and a mote,
The purchase of most any senator’s vote,
Foie gras, caviar and Chateau Lafite at least,
Beautiful women there to please at every feast.
All this as they stare at their bank accounts,
And bar no holds for even greater amounts.
These are accoutrements for which so many fight and die.
Just one simple word… Why? Why? Why?
The paper notes they fondle and cherish so
Won’t be worth a penny when it’s their time to go.
The lives they crush and hopes slit as with a sheath
Can’t be healed by the usurped money they bequeath.
Their funds won’t buy or keep a single real friend.
In fact as it grows scavengers from all sides will descend.
Money won’t buy true love which is most precious of all.
Nor one second extra of life when eternity comes to call.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Psalm 49
Listen all ye people, rich and poor
Open up your ears and hear my heart
The rich man rests in the abundance of his wealth
Yet from this earth he surely shall depart
Oh rich man will your money, buy your brother's soul
Or will you take your money to the grave?
Will you not die, like any other man
And after death how will your money save?
You may conquer many lands, and build a house of gold
And upon the lintel have your name engraved
You may gather costly diamonds and heap up precious stones
Yet despite all this your soul shall not be saved
How foolish is the man, who only lives for gain?
He is foolish in heart and all his ways
He shall die with all the rest, they shall lay him in the grave
And in the darkness spend eternal days
poem by Frank McEleny
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Longevity but at what price?
He was a man of many parts
Though some were not original.
In fact he had, had three hearts
The latest one mechanical.
Both of his kidneys were replaced.
By organs bought for a fat fee
to surgeons who to their disgrace.
Opted to act illegally.
The donors paid a modest sum
which lifted them from poverty.
Though he was pleased with the outcome.
Convinced that he had the right to be,
only concerned with his own health
and quite prepared to spend his wealth.
On prolongation of his life
A practice fast becoming rife.
Potential donors everywhere
Who are prepared to risk their lives
So that the rich can purchase care
Which will ensure that they survive
Which is denied to poorer men.
Who have to live in poverty
gross injustice once again.
But money talks very loudly.
In every language seemingly
The rich will live while poor men die.
I do not think there’ll ever be
equality and I know why.
The human race is immature
we don’t believe in equal shares.
Until we change human nature
It seems the poor will have to bear
The burden of the rich mans greed.
He offers the poor man cash in hand
to sell the organs which they need.
Too ignorant to understand.
The risks to which they are exposed
Because they get no after care.
The side effects undiagnosed
the damage done beyond repair.
The rich pay to increase their span.
Admit no liability
for welfare of the poorer man
who is exploited easily.
Though in the end they will still die
despite the money they have spent
You cannot buy immortality.
Nature brooks no argument..
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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Sonnet: God’s the Difference!
The stress of work is telling on my health;
The indifference around seems depressing;
The righteous can’t accrue a decent wealth;
The world believes in lies/ truth-suppressing.
The rich grow richer, cheating poorer ones;
The poor turn poorer, exploited by rich;
Society moves by rule of modern guns;
Cricket results depend on ‘ball and pitch’!
The journey for the masses is uphill;
The upright suffer unimaginably;
With time, men lose their body strength and will;
Can good and evil live amicably?
If you won’t help me God, then who else will?
If you don’t heal my soul, I’m always ill!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-6-2006
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Sonnet: People These Days
Sometimes, one knows not how one gets his wealth;
Sometimes, one forgets where it lies in mounds!
Sometimes, one slogs in spite of failing health;
The wealth unused becomes another one’s!
Some buy estates and grow fruit-trees in it;
Some build guest-houses, temples and show-rooms;
To save some tax, some donate by habit;
Some sweep the twigs and fallen leaves with brooms!
How people crave to make money some more!
They enjoy not as how a pauper does;
Some miserly live staying much indoors;
To give a nickel, they make such a fuss!
And yet, all know they leave behind all wealth,
Whether acquired by luck or by stealth.
6-27-2002 by Dr John Celes
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Sonnet: Man Is Materialistic In Vain
In pomp and show, the modern world believes!
What glitter marks the functions that we see!
What wasteful lives are spent by Adams/ Eves!
And people speak such white lies blatantly.
And stocking wealth by any means is prime;
Benami transactions are also rife;
And hiding it in many ways past-time!
Accruing more wealth, man spends all his life.
But how much more can receiving hands hold?
If health of mind and body seems all lost;
There is no cure for recurrent chest-cold!
Into a sea of discontent, man’s tossed.
And not a nickel does he take with him;
Nor can he spend or enjoy with eyes dim.
poem by John Celes
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Money
When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men’s hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown—
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
My friends are real, though very few.
poem by William Henry Davies
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Money, Money
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
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