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Before A Gripping Hand Can Affix To It

I was told as a child,
That money did not grow on trees.
And as soon as I accepted the concept,
Of earning it...
I don't have it in my pockets long enough,
To get familiar with its presence.

If someone was to attempt to pick my pockets,
I am sure they would ask for tips...
As to how I have managed to survive,
On a fixed income...
That comes to go before I am aware of it.
And I appear as if i am the 'king' of abundance.

It's like this...
If something comes to go,
Before a gripping hand can affix to it to identify...
It becomes like a memory embellished.
And as time moves on to go by,
That which is embellished becomes one's reality.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As The Value Of It Fades Away

People associate money with success.
Or the feeding of the concept of it.
And yet,
The misery kept in the minds of those...
Who have an access to money,
Is an absence of feeling accepted.

Leaving those who feel successful,
Most of the time...
And managing to do so,
Without a dime in their pockets.
Or a held up nose to pose.

Money today as the value of it fades away...
Has many upset they can not flaunt their success.
While those feeling they have accomplished a deed,
Done at their best...
Appear to have a treasure chest of gold hidden.
What in their minds are they connected to?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charity Begins At Home

A shake of the tin
The money drops in, but is it a sin
Youre standing in rags
Youre selling your flags
But who gets the dough at the end of the day
We saw your drop-dead fancy wheels
Your little house up on the hill
But when your conscience pricks
A little sacrifice sweetens the pill
So keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
We take to the stage
The audience rave, were doing our bit
A heavenly cast, a blast from the past
Theres a song to be sung, will it make number one
We wanna see your money roll
But our eyes are on the hall of fame
'cos business is business
And hits are the name of the game
So keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
Everywhere that we turn
There are mouths to be fed
How can we sleep
The battle goes on while were
Safe in our beds
So dont turn away
No dont turn away
Your doors are locked
You switch on the box to take in a show
You think that youre safe
But here comes that face
And wouldnt you know its that message again
They want to take your plastic cash
Your hand reaches out to the phone
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
Everywhere that we turn
There are mouths to be fed
How can we sleep
The battle goes on while were
Safe in our beds
So dont turn away
No dont turn away
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity wont leave you alone
(repeat 5x)

song performed by by 10 Cc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If It Was About A Lot Of Money

If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.

And if it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness attached to common sense.

If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.

And if it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
My eyes wouldn't cry when I see these scenes.

If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.

If it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness to instigate.

If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.

I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets each and everyday.
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets up and run the other way.
If it was about a lot of money.

If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
There wouldn't be a single word I would say.
I wouldn't have concerns or feel this way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've Cut Back

Why is it always those 'with' the money,
Attempting to convince the ones living...
On a fixed and unchanging income,
Without a dime left to spare...
They could save 'more' money?
'IF'...They decided to put their minds to it.

Well, my mind has been decided for many years now.
But somehow my rent, utility bills and food expenses,
Seem to care less where my mind happens to be...
When the time comes around and they need to get paid.
And my thoughts seem to be confined with the picking of lint,
Straight out of my empty pockets on a monthly basis.

'If 'we' can do that...
You should be able to do that too.
In fact...
We've cut back from taking those yearly cruises,
To the Caribbean.
And redecorating our home every other year?
We recently decided made no sense to 'us' at all.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Owners of Pockets Full and Deep

It is incomprehensible to perceive,
Those born and taught to be thieves...
Would have giving hearts for anyone to believe,
They would rush to the aid of others seeking...
Opportunities.
Or share a piece of a stolen pie.

Those who have created for themselves abundance,
Did not do so...
Crawling and clawing their way through tons,
Of grit and grim or mud of any kind.
Those stories may be told...
To deceive enchanted by good fiction.

However,
Those who are the owners of pockets full and deep...
Usually are not graduates of a nine to five.
And rarely have they received,
An abundance that they hoard...
Based on philosophies of sharing with their fellowman.

Folks like these are out to get as much as they can,
While keeping it out of the hands of others.
And that is the nature of a mind,
Nurtured on materialistic feeding.
What one like this gets...
Is meant to tease others in need.

Owners of pockets full and deep,
Pay to ensure...
Those unconscious,
Are kept to stay unaware in a sleep.
With the dangling of carrots...
Far out of their reach!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sell Me A Coat

La la la la la la la la la la la la la
A winters day, a bitter snowflake on my face
My summer girl takes little backward steps away
Jack frost took her hand and left me, jack frost aint so cool
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away
Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday
See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
See my eyes, my window pane
See my tears like gentle rain
Thats the memory of a summer day
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
La la la la la la

song performed by by David Bowie
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Animals and Investment

1. The Managed Fund

Crows guarded his retirement plan.
They marched around its perimeter.
Squirrels managed the fund.
They wore small green visors,
used their cheeks as briefcases,
embezzled by accident, forgetting
where they buried the dividends.

2. Fixed Income

One day so dispirited by his work
was he that he decided to retire.
He asked to begin to withdraw
his pension. The account-manager,
a raccoon, presented a box to him,
removed the lid, and waddled away.
The new pensioner peered in.
Feathers and leaves were all
the box held. His income was fixed.

poem by Hans Ostrom
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Thankful For A Fixed Income I Magically Manage

I did not grow up picking Lillies from the field.
I was a latchkey child with chores and responsibilities.
That's the way my mother raised my sister Mimmie and me.
To be independent and aware at a very early age.

I can sometimes be difficult, direct and demanding.
Traits others discover within minutes in my presence.
However...
When I give of myself and time,
That is done without question.

I am one of those Give-Back-To-The Community kind.
And I've learned after many years of doing it...
Not too many in the community appreciate the sacrifice.
Since I am limited with 'bling' to impress!

I've been told many times,
'Why are you here wasting your life?
You can go somewhere else with the skills you have.
And make lots of money! '

It sickens me to hear this,
From those who assess others...
By what they 'visual' possess.
They same folks that express 'unity'.
Based on conditions met!

But...
My mother didn't raise me like that!
She taught 'me' to make contributions.
Delivering to others my best.
Needless to say we had many arguments about this.
Guess who won?

The only regret I have?
Not too many were present to digest her message.
Although I am grateful and blessed,
To have listened.
And thankful for a fixed income I magically manage.
And a can opener I use without protest.

Yes...
I am skilled.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gypsy Woman

Gypsy Woman

Madam Bushka she called herself
As she pulled a book from the shelf
Look into the crystal ball
It will reveal it all

Let me read the lines in your hand
Look on and I’ll tell you a story young man
Sit, sit this won’t take long
Words to my ears like a love song

Look here and you will see
Your past, present, and your future history
Look into my eyes I was told
She saw I was hurting, bitter, and cold

Hatred, contempt she saw in my heart
These ill feelings shall tear you apart
Live and let die she said to me
Better things are ahead you’ll see

I see money more than you could spend
I see cars, boats, around the bend
I see you on a horse on twenty acres of land
Only if you put more money in my hand

All these things shall come to pass
But nothing from nothing can ever last
Sensual words flew from her lips
When she said these things are at my finger tips

I couldn’t believe my ears nor eyes
All she said must be lies
No my son she said to me
Just believe and you shall see

Only one thing I ask of you
Give unto me what is due
I sat for awhile and I wondered
What could she want my first child I pondered

Then she took a sip of red wine
And said no just what is rightfully mine
Listen my son and listen well
Pay now or dam your soul to hell

My pockets ran dry and I ran a cold sweat
A dreadful night if I could only forget
How could I lose everything I had
Wishful thinking from a young lad

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The King Of Pop

The child, the man
The legend and still the child
And like a child you died...
You had it all
And had nothing at all....

Through out your tormented life
You managed to become the king
Surrounded by people
All over the world
But still lonely and empty
When with love
You offered all...
Now I can only said
In one word:
You were born a king
And died like a king...

Now you became like
A star shining above
Which had been gone
Long time ago...
You will always live with us...
Tribute to the king of pop
Who made it to the top
And will always remain with us...
Through the end of time....
R.I.P. king...

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Christmas Rock

My billfold doesn't have a prayer
There's Christmas catalogs everywhere
She keeps looking at the jewelry section
Cutting pictures out of her selections
I said we need to hold it down this year
And in her eye she got a big ol' tear
She wants a Christmas rock
But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll
She don't want pots and pans
Just something shinin' on her hand
With an emerald or a diamond on it
I had a budget but she's gone and blown it
Down to the jewelry store, here I go
Hear the clerk say, ho, ho, ho
She wants a Christmas rock
But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll
She don't want anything from sears
No tools or garden shears
There's something special on her mind
And I can't even afford the shine
I wish she'd settled for a long nightshirt
No, I've got to give till it hurts
She wants a Christmas rock
But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll
She don't want pots and pans
Just something shinin' on her hand
With an emerald or a diamond on it
I had a budget but she's gone and blown it
Down to the jewelry store, here I go
Hear the clerk say, ho, ho, ho
She wants a Christmas rock
But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll
She wants a Christmas rock
But ol' Santa's pockets ain't got no roll

song performed by by Toby Keith
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Fixed Income

'You are a spendthrift and should budget.
Economize your lifestyle.
And not seek reasons to fuss.
Limit your wants and provide first your needs.
Decrease your appetite,
And this activity will eventually please! '

You don't have a fixed income.
Or live alone.
Do you?

'What does that have to do with me?
All of us in my household,
Eat less meat and dine out infrequently.
And we are able to save an exorbitant amount of money.
Proving we can reduce 'our' excessiveness.
And this I am sure you have not tried.'

You don't have a fixed income.
Or live alone.
Do you?

'There you go!
Trying to compare anchovies with caviar.
And there is quite a difference.'

You don't have a fixed income.
Or live alone.
Do you?

'No I do not!
But if I did,
I certainly would be able to do it better than you.
With far fewer complaints.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We say that anytime budgets are balanced and an ample savings account has been set aside, government should just stop collecting taxes. Better to leave that money in the pockets of those who earned it, than to let it burn a hole, as it always does, in the pockets of government.

quote by Mitch Daniels
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Conflicts Of Reality Dilutes The Truth For Many

There are those exclaiming,
The need and wish for less government...
In their lives.
In their wallets.
And their homes.

But...
Also these are the same people,
Who protest to have more money...
Of their own in their pockets.

Conflicts of reality dilutes the truth for many!

And not a face of theirs appears,
On the currency.
And if it is a penny or a dollar bill that is possessed,
The image imprinted has been a president.
Who has been elected to lead the government.
Few protesting keep this addressed.

And it seems many people will soon get their wish,
Because less government...
Is definitely going to be removed from the pockets.
And...
The evidence of that has already begun to appear.
Or disappear,
Depending on which side of the coin...
Is observed by many pinching pennies,
Being from them removed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Epilouge

Lay my head on the surgeon's table
Take me fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brains, pick my pockets
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from A to Z
And you'll still know nothing 'bout me
Run my name through your computer
Mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my records, check my facts
Check if I paid my income tax
Pore over everything in my C.V.
But you'll still know nothing 'bout me
You'll still know nothing 'bout me
You don't need to read no books on my history
I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery
In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love
Search my house with a fine tooth comb
Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home
Set up your microscope and tell me what you see
You'll still know nothing 'bout me

song performed by by Sting
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A Telling It Like It Is Offends

Whether embellished by the use of implication.
Whether embellished by the use of assumption.
Whether embellished by the use of innuendo.
A double entendre has been done to purposely do.

And whoever has done that to you,
Has probably made a career out of doing it.
My advice?
Unsolicited,
Is this...
Double entendre them too!
And witness the benefit.

They wouldn't know what to do.
At least you will be conscious of it!

And that is the advantage of acquiring knowledge.
To know 'something' AND be conscious too,
Is like packing a secret weapon.
Expose yourself to something different...
Anything,
You did not know before.
The downside of refusing an opportunity,
To obtaining a knowledge...
Is as dangerous as selling a bag of weed,
To a cop undercover.
the moment a badge is flashed...
A connection occurs.

However...
You did,
Once that deed was done...
Acquire a knowledge,
That was instantly transmitted.

Like...
To open a closed door,
Doesn't mean your mind is receptive.
Your ears may be shut off from listening.
And your eyes not prepared to focus.
Leaving everything in your head,
Subjected to being victimized by scrutiny!
And to be scrutinized caught off guard...
Shakes a nervousness seen throughout the body.

And to enhance, decorate, ornament to adorn or beautify,
With words to captivate attention...
Is to exaggerate.
With...
Implication.
Assumpt ion.
And...
Yes,
Innuendo!

But to call any of these activities 'lies'...
And spoken to masquerade truth to 'charade',
Would infuriate the one falsely delighting in spotlight.
And forced,
To 'think'...
With the giving of some unexpected time to do it!

A telling it like it is,
Offends those unconscious someone else is aware...
Of their every move,
Without the need of an explanation to interpret.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Money is always there but the pockets change; it is not in the same pockets after a change, and that is all there is to say about money.

quote by Gertrude Stein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Without Pocket

Hungry of filling pockets
By doing the acts funny;
Doing scams and scandals
For earning black money.

Lastly will leave here
Even the cash box strongest,
Final cloth will have no colours
As well as have no pocket.

S.D.Tiwari
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The shadow of a tree at sunset

How beautiful the life is if it's a cartoon film?
He dreamed that he was a flamboyant tree in a lonely park.
Do you believe if he says that he cries?
Yes my dear, huge trees too cry sometimes.
But the tears not valued at all.
All his tears clotted and turned into diamonds, as it's a dream.
Then he saw the greedy men come and pick those into their sacks.
He knows that his lengthy shadow won't long last.
Let them fill their pockets and one day they realize,
Those are not diamonds but tears.

* Like wind we go nothing in hand.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Mediocrity

Beholden I am for mercies
those with time got bestowed

The apportioned reality and
awards that time has endowed

The ones served on the platter
were accepted as destined ordain

And for all what was improbable
I didn't once rue or complain

No space for any penitence
with leftover window seeming brief

It's to accept what one has at hand
and from it so seek relief

It's inane to pick old shards
in an attempt to try and dissect

Present is that bridge which
to the future eventually connect

poem by Sunny Chopra
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