0.000,000
The last time, I looked at my checking account,
I saw a colossal bunch of zeroes, six figures,
With a zero in front of the other numbers;
I had zero interest credited to my account.
I started laughing, I started to count
The zeroes. I said to myself, let pretend
That I was B. Gates or Buffett, with all of their billions;
Dreaming ostentatiously large in a foreign land,
Where my shoes sunk in a box full of onions.
(I must confess that money has a funky smell,
Just like a sweaty accountant who has not showered
For days, or a stressful peddler without a daily sale.)
I was on cloud nine - dreaming and
Hallucinating. I was chilling out on the sand,
And living care free like a happy vagabond,
Like an audacious and brave actor named James Bond
On vacation. Suddenly, I began to realize that zeroes
Can have different meanings, and being rich
Or poor is a state of mind. The beach
Is full of bathers, folks and foes,
Who are pretending, and who see things differently.
The nomad with his zeroes is maybe
Happier than D. Trump, who owns innumerable casinos;
Not everyone looks at money the same way.
My zeroes have a special meaning.
The billionaires are spacing, worrying,
Earning HUGE interests and avoiding penalties,
So they can keep their amenities.
What they don’t realize is that one day,
All of them will be counting zeroes like me,
Because once they die away,
Their estates will grab all of the money,
And the properties; meanwhile the exquisite women
Will shed tears the same way,
The turkeys frown in the heat of the oven.
The last time, I looked at my checking account,
I said quietly to myself, “Let the jerks count.”
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Zeroes and Ones
Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones,
We rely too heavily on zeroes and ones,
This poem was made with zeroes and ones,
The radio is broadcast with zeroes and ones,
The television picture is zeroes and ones,
The Internet is purely zeroes and ones,
Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones.
Zeroes And Ones
(original by jesus jones; remixed by liam)
Across the world the message flies
Information, truth and lies
It's all yours and it's all mine
You just have to find the time
We're all the same, we share the blame, we play the games
If it's yes or no the decision is easy, it's easy
Zeroes and ones will take us there.
This time the revolution will be computerised
You'll know it as you do it
In real time before your eyes
Slip between realities
There's more to this than anything that you or i can see
The world is mine, the world is yours and here's the cause
Zeroes and ones will take us there.
I've stared into the heart of it all
Seen the pictures on the wall
The beat of a heart
The oceans part and the patterns in my mind
This time, we've split the world once more
There's those that have and that don't in information wars
Wer'e not alone 'cos all is known, and it's everywhere
Zeroes and ones will take us there
song performed by by Prodigy
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Minds of Vagabond Clouds
I interact with her,
Fall for the poise;
And get 'entangled.'
The space-time distanced,
It hardly mattered as,
Superposition enhanced.
What does the distance carry?
How does the time matter?
When the souls fly together.
Before the recognition,
I knew both zeroes and ones;
The after effect vanished.
I was content with,
Both or either,
Ones and zeroes.
Such was the mess of,
The affair that I seek,
To break the codes.
Love and Life for all,
And hope to change the,
Minds of vagabond clouds.
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Zeroes
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Youve arrived in the land of a thousand different names
And the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames
Now tomorrow is back claiming redemption is on your heels
And a toothless past is asking you how it feels
And me my little red corvette has driven by
Fair weather heart has fallen in
My rainy day girl is feeling down
And she tells me that the world is spinning round
I say the dream was all for you
Youre nobody else
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
Yeah
Hi, can I walk you home again today
Gotta get forgive and forget hey-hey
Something good is happening and I dont know what it is
Dont you know were back on trial again today
And its breaking wine for you
Hell its only cause youre true
Someone outtimed my heart
Stopping and preaching and letting love in
You are my moon, you are my sun
Heaven knows what you are
Tonight the zeroes are singing for you
Yes they were
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter where you try to go
Doesnt matter who we really are
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Ohh
It doesnt matter
Ohh
Oh it doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter what you try to do
song performed by by David Bowie
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Fading Tunes
i keep singing the same song
for the low pitch but the tune so long
i cling on to the whirling wind
never mind life at it's own speed
After all;
History buries no heroes
Age admits no zeroes
the dead are only weighty kilos
Nevertheless...
our time always comes
surely our prides always hurls
yet our wickedness ever curls
After all, We are just human
Every man with a half rib for a woman
a stitch by stitch is a full human
flesh for immortal soul makes us strong
poem by Timothy muggaga
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The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous
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The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous—
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers—when a Boy—
And Tinder—guessed—by power
Of Opposite—to balance Odd—
If White—a Red—must be!
Paralysis—our Primer—dumb—
Unto Vitality!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Tiger Stalks in Red
Since this decade of zeroes began
There has been something special to watch
In the warm heart of Sunday afternoons
When the game and the season are on
Checking to see if a young man in red
Wearing reserve as his elegance
Is striding ahead on the multiple shades
Of closely-mown green grass again
The ballet formed of angles and planes
The rhythm he makes of steel and wood
In a moment's blur, the elements cohere
Like a wicked cool Miles Davis groove
With stride and glare, self-conscious looks
Of appraisal, he adjusts his glove
One man calls attention in the crush
Compels with mathematical moves
It would be just a game and not mean a thing
Except that his smile and aura can seem
As broad as the wheatfields of Van Gogh
And bright as the tigers of Rousseau.
poem by Frank Bana
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I Always Get A Lot Of Heat (song)
I always get, a lot of heat
While at rest
or moving,
I think
I will be very rich
just by selling all these
in the market
bereft of good poetry.
I am restless and
the temperature is rising,
so I sit down to count
the money
in my would be bank account
but suddenly I find my fever has gone.
What a relief!
but she has left for me
a full sack of jittery
What a pity!
I can not any more change my destiny
It is all about the forgetting to blame
though
I am not a rich man
today but I am very lucky
as I avoided
to become a mad man
successfully.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Girls With Guitars
She turned fifteen with great expectations
Her older brother knew somethin? was up
He caught her going through his record collection
Lookin? at hendricks like a love sick pup
She begged and she pleaded till dad finally listened
He drove her in the car down to sears roebuck
He bought her that guitar and that was the beginning
Now shes down in the cellar with the amp turned up
Girls with guitars
Daddys little angel
Girls with guitars
Whats the world coming to?
Girls with guitars
Mothers tend to worry about
Girls with guitars
Well, saturday nights she followed her brother
It was socks and stockings on the old gym floor
While everybody danced to garage band covers
She was checking out riffs and memorizing chords
She didnt care at all for the football heroes
She didnt even notice the basketball stars
Boys as a species were all a bunch of zeroes
Except for the ones that played that guitar
Girls with guitars
She wasnt any debutante
Girls with guitars
She didnt go out for cheerleading
Girls with guitars
Boys are kinda nervous round
Girls with guitars
She went off to college, she got her degree
Her parents breathed a sigh of great relief
Daddys thinking law school, mothers thinking medicine
Daughters thinking how shes gonna break the news to them
Now theres an old chevy van just sitting in the driveway
Filled to the gills with all her stuff
She cut a deal with her brother to drive up the highway
Figures new york city is close enough
She gets the audition through a friend of a friend
Whos checking out her legs saying, this will never work!
She flips on her boogie and turns to the band
Gives a little grin and blows away the jerk
Girls with guitars
Now everybodys rockin? br> girls with guitars
There ought to be a song about
Girls with guitars
Theres just no stopping those
Girls with guitars
Get your money for nothin? and your guys for free
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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A Circle And A Zero
A circle and a zero
Mistaken for each other
Taunt my mind for once
And I try to flee from them.
A circle has a unique face
And a zero has many.
The wise have ever proclaimed
As they have had to say something.
In a white paper, I draw a circle
But it looks like a zero.
When I attempt the latter,
The former fades away!
I run in a circle of odds
As many a zero chases me from behind.
I sleep under a circling wheel
And the nightmare of zeroes begins to haunt me.
Who are you both gentle images?
Why are you like twins identical?
May I ask you both just once?
What do you want to do with each other?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Stop The Dead Guys Coming Home
Why should we be worked up about what happens way over there?
Far away on the other side of the globe where we can’t repair,
Dead guys coming back in coffins on the Highway of Heroes,
It seems obvious that the benefits amount to zeroes.
Media says we have a moral obligation to do this or that,
The politically correct say we can’t leave ‘cause we’re up to bat,
None of this makes much sense and it’s as expensive as hell,
Who’s running this wartime show - some very very strange cartel?
Why am I loosing faith with that guy looking back in the mirror?
Why are we stuck there for more years according to the emperor?
Is this a reason why we need binding referendums and soon?
Less dead guys on the Highway of Heroes by the next full moon.
Dec 8th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Number power with zero
What has it to with absolute zero?
No person can enjoy position and called hero
He will be wealthy man if number is followed by zeroes
His position becomes supreme as he has suddenly rose
Words without number may represent hollowness
It may carry no impact if number misses
If zero follows the number then it will add to magic
Person may come in to life for playing the music
In words... there is 'o' representing zero.
So it will practically make you zero
With many zero's after 1 (one)
You will be knows as wealthy one
Zero and numbers are supplement and multiplier
They are considered as booster and energy supplier
Individual comes in to real form after receiving fortune
Others may follow his words and virtually dance to his tune
Sometimes numbers may upset your empire
They will alter the course and stop to admire
People may quickly abandon you and follow another person
These are some of the basic facts about zero and numbers with reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forgetting
I have been having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling
The energy in the market hungry
The heat was restless rising temperature
Was I suffering from fever?
Whatever it was, when ever I sat down
To count would be amount in the account
With a pen and paper, surprisingly
I feel very cold suddenly,
Relieved but feel very uneasy
As I lost the would be money
I could not sell; I could not change my destiny!
What a pity! It is all the forgetting to blame
If I would not have forgotten, I could be a rich
But would be a mad man, which one I would be
Preferred rich or mad? The temperature is rising again
Not due to heat this time but for the thought
My life is in serious crisis as in the desert or drought.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Of the billionaires I have known, money just brings out the basic traits in them. If they were jerks before they had money, they are simply jerks with a billion dollars.
quote by Warren Buffett
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Sane Poor Man
I used to having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling it in
the market bereft of good poetry
I was restless and the temperature
was rising, I sat down to count the
would be money in my bank account
suddenly I found my fever had gone.
Relieved but felt very jittery as I could
not change my destiny. What a pity! It was
all the forgetting to blame though today
I am not a rich one but very lucky as I
Successfully avoided to become a mad man.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Big Money
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My older brother tommy was a lineman rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early hed climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it so one day I asked him why
Chorus:
He said it pays big money and man Im into that
It pays big money if youre willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money but he sure cant spend it now
Well, my late uncle charlie was this demolition hound
Hed travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went
He smoked them big long cigars and hed wink at you and grin
Repeat first chorus
Well now the moral of this story boys, is dont go getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives they just might put you in their will
Chorus:
That pays big money and were all into that
It pays big money and big moneys where its at
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money and were rolling in it now
Chorus:
It pays big money having foolish kin
It pays big money guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something sonny, take a look at this bank account
It pays big money; lets all spend some of it now
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Nothing Changes
The dark cloak of winters war
Left a future still unsure
Sitting in a class
Of the futures past
We saw a list of dates
And we knew we would last
To see them all.
1984 was a year to fear
Hope was dead, a police state here
Halleys comet was to fly by
And we would see a shining in the nighht sky
Now 2001 is soon to come
And just as soon will have come and gone
Nothing changes.
Standing at the crossroads
Of what is, will be, and was
The obvious eludes us
Not because the zeroes line up
We should change our way of thought
More if we do not, the way ahead
Is dangerously fraught
And if we did the things we all know to be right
Left would be the childish fears
Of danger in the night.
We, each of us are fine
For we have all heard the word
But grouped together
Babels triumph stampedes
The thoughtless herd
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes
And nothing stays the same
And life is still
A simple game.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Sense Of Henry
There they are
Alive on the move, pretty young
Still unproven though they love
Restless young zeroes in a haze
Of reckless blind faith taking their
Own sweet time to write and rhyme
Their ending
Are you happy when we're down
Hey I was gonna ask you that
Just now and yes I am
yes I can dig true meaning from
Your believing and feel alright
They'll drift and flow
And take their chances
All white humming flesh and bone
In souls they down't own
How can they know it ain't
Good being old with nothing
left to show
But they have eachother
There might be a goodbye him to her
When time becomes their leveller..and it will
Ecstatic young searchers who've come
To love just what they are
And what they may become...or whatever
The magic in chaotic scenes
In the sun and the music in
The whine and stink, the uneven
Sounds of summer
Fabulous bad memories, but there's
Something alright about having these together
Too young lives of sleep
Of violence and love alive
In astral days soon lost
In the rush
If there's a better way
Its alright...they're okay
They're not afriad they'll fade away
Another wasted infortunate end
Another violent sky overhead
Another sundown burning Red
And its going down hard....like them
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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Your Bank Account
Your bank account might have a million
but your emotional account has not a zillion..
For if you place more value on money
you will not develop how to be funny, or have a honey.
For if that is your identity
you will live a life of poverty—
Poverty in the sense of 'me & me'
which is not so pretty.
Money can't buy you a lot of things,
it might get off the hook in court in the end.
But does it really buy you happiness?
Possibly if you are in the now
sometimes it's better to be a cow.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Pot-bellied brothers
Neithe of us have no reason
To treason though imprisoned.
Yes! Incarcerated in our house
By Pot-bellied brothers in white rooms,
Sleeping on two pillows - one's ours.
All 'cause we're penurious citizens;
we, penn'orth per day can afford.
We're 'morrow's heroes
But - hahahaha!
'Tomorrow's zeroes..., ' they said.
That inflamed the blief of cynics;
'They're intensifying their Agbada pockets
From the house's treasury...'
Retribution of anarchy may befall us
If Pot-bellied brothers
Continuously dominate our house;
'They will make it an eccentric dregs! '
Ask not why in free verse -
The house is under democracy.
poem by Barnabas Markus Atsen
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