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Souls Of Rest

To find the greatest pleasure is better
Than gold and silver, forwards they do run;
Discover us in madness, in action,
As we have gold, the sole abandoner
Of souls and rest, the rich are addresser
And these rich men seek one who abandon
The money of this world, great abduction,
This world is great at the examiner.

My life feels pleased, my life is all blessed,
To have emotions sings, pleases,
On these nests above that reside.
In these polite distinct holes we waded,
To waste an insult that also ages,
The bride of health will then collide.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Silver And Gold

Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver & Gold

Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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

song performed by by ABBA
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Money Money Money

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Aint it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
Thats too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldnt have to work at all, Id fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
A man like that is hard to find but I cant get him off my mind
Aint it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldnt fancy me
Thats too bad
So I must leave, Ill 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 mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Its a rich mans world

song performed by by ABBA
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Be So Boy

The riches I emerge with are strange so cold,
Innocent gold! Higher wealth is around that is told.
A rich man hurried towards his house
Finding a woman called his wife with a white blouse.

The rich life has arrived for all the luck,
Melting far away, just far too far like muck.
The gambler is to be, a corpulent man
Shall pain the hurt, the sane man is in Afghanistan.

How rich will life be now that gold is not silver?
Silver is like a snake, whilst gold shines so quieter.
My wife likes new clothes and new food
In the realm of our understanding, our attitude.

You shall blame the innocence of tense muscles,
You shall climb new veins with blood and angels.
May life enjoy, feel too much a toy,
And then let Winston Churchill be so boy.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Treasured

Treasure is a lovely love, a built book,
One of the heavens contains the treasure.
Treasure forbade me to truly become you,
Understanding the gold and silver is becoming clear.

Let golden items sway, let gold become heavenly
By being money and wealth of a man in reign.
The money colder is the money touched;
Anywhere you go, is the silver being rich?

Let coins be coins as far as the eyes glance,
The body I suffer shall happen to be in the river of gold.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Rich In Our Own World

We are rich in our own world
and far richer than you think,
we are rich love and caring
from our family and friends.
We are rich in what we give
our wisdom and our laughter
that we share with everyone.
We are rich for all sorts of reasons
and none of them includes money.
If you think, you are poor,
forget it and think again.
Think of all the things you have
and you will be surprised to find
you are far richer than you think.
You are rich in your own world
with everything you have
and they are far richer than
anything money can bring.

14 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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Believers

Intro:
I got no money, got no job, I'm just another shufflin' slob.
Well we've all been disappointed, we've had our dreams before.
For with dreams you learn to take your turn
In a world that don't believe in nothin' anymore.
Some believe in Jesus. They don't act like they do.
Some believe in Mohammed. I don't believe that's true.
'Cause they do believe in money, and gold is what it's for.
All the gold can't buy no peace of mind
In a world that don't believe in nothin' anymore.
She is a woman, with a baby child. A sacrificed human. Now she's runnin' wild.
Well her dreams have all been shattered, her dignity defiled.
She has lost her way but she must stay
In a world that don't believe in nothin' anymore.
Some believe in love. Where did it go?
Some believe in children. Even they now know
That we do believe in money, and gold is what it's for.
All the gold can't buy no peace of mind
In a world that don't believe in nothin' anymore.
I believe in you, I believe in me and I don't care what the papers say.
I believe in struggle, I believe in life, I believe that we will find a way.
I believe in hope, I believe in dreams, I believe in luck, I believe in schemes
I believe in fate, I believe in time, I believe what I believe ain't worth a dime.
'Cause we do believe in money, and gold is what it's for.
All the gold can't buy no peace of mind
In a world that don't believe in nothin' anymore.
I'll go on livin', I'll pay the cost. I'll keep on givin' to those who are lost.
'Cause the children will be coming and they'll soon know the score.
They must understand I've played my hand
In a world that don't believe

song performed by by Don McLean
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His Land

Yes it is his land, all of it his
He stepped it off and marked it there,...stepped it off and marked it there
To be his ugly thoroughfare,...to be his ugly thoroughfare
And he blessed it with his hand,...yes its a great land, all of it is
And as it blooms before our eyes,...as it blooms before our eyes
Just like an eden paradise,...like an eden paradise
The world will understand,...world will understand...this is his land
Slowly from hiding but surely they come
Back to the homeland their fathers will front
Israel their citadel, israel their home
Now they are here at last never to roam
Here they will stay and bring life to the land
Its a new day and with boldness they walk, tall and so straight
See them stand
Yes it is his land, all of it his
He stepped it off and marked it there...stepped it off and marked it there
To be his ugly thoroughfare,...to be his ugly thoroughfare
And then he blessed it with his land,...yes its a great land, all of it is
And as blooms before our eyes,...as it blooms before our eyes
Like an eden paradise,...like an eden paradise
The world will understand,...world will understand...this is his land
Rich fertile valleys of russet and gold, carpets of green over mountains
Unfold
Harvest of plenty so joyous and bright, her fields her treasures
Magnificent sight
This is the israel promised of old, this is the miracle happening now
As ages in prophets fortold
Yes it is his land......

song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Pocket Full Of Gold

He slipped the ring off his finger
When he walked in the room
And he found him some stranger
And promised her the moon
How many lies you must have told
You think youre a rich man
With your pocket full of gold
For another mans treasure
Youd say anything
But is one night of pleasure
Worth the trouble youll bring
Dont look so surprised
cause son I should know
I once was a rich man
With my pocket full of gold
Some night youre gonna wind up
On the wrong end of a gun
Some jealous guys gonna show up
And youll pay for what youve done
What will it say on your tombstone
Here lies a rich man
With his pocket full of gold
Yeah, here lies a rich man
With his pocket full of gold

song performed by by Vince Gill
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Gold And Silver

Gold and silver has always been sought.
But to some it's just a thought.
They don't think of it
and they don't know
how it shines and how it does glow.

The jewelry they wear turns their skin green.
Then they scrub it to make it come clean.
And what does this say about the fairness of things?
Some with nothing and some with gold rings.

It says there's division between rich and poor.
It says the rich have made a detour
to avoid facing the fact that it's wrong.
And it says to the poor, 'You don't belong.'

Gold and silver, you belong to the earth
but they've stripped you of it for its worth.
When we finally learn the lessons we need
we'll put back your metals so you won't bleed.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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When Two Worlds Collide

Shots ring out in paris, the bells ring out in rome
Your photos in the paper, buy youre getting old
Footsteps in the carpark hes the governor of the night
The omens say crime dont pay but each dog has its price
When two worlds collide
The tears well inside
When two worlds collide
A boy is found in naples, his bodys in a ditch
His young life counts for nothing when somebodys getting rich
Theres flowers on the table, he sips water she drinks wine
And I dont think that mercy is the language of our time
When two worlds collide
The teardrops inside
When two worlds collide
You break me up inside
Backstreet of chicago a black man plays the gold
Theres a man on every corner says hed like to buy your soul
Bhuddists in the temple, bullets in the night
Steeping out of their world, into your world, into mine
In the jet black night
The tears well inside
When two worlds collide
You break me up inside
Two worlds collide
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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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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The Quest

Part i:

Three men set out for their worldly quest
One for gold, another for a pleasure nest
The third for what he could not tell
But trusted his heart to lead him well.

'I shall have every silver and every gold'
The first boasted so bold
'All pleasure everywhere is mine'
The second yelled, 'with plenty wine and dine'

To the third they asked, 'what will yours be'
'Well for all i ask and seek, ' said he
'Let the sun guide me by day, by night the moon
To my quest, my heart shall lead me there soon'

Part ii

And there before the rising sun
Set all three with hope to return
Through North, south, from east to west
In search of their worldly quest

Part iii

The first found silver and gold of every kind
Much more he hoped to find
Some so big, some sparkling small
O! How much he loved them all

The second found his pleasure land
With plenty merry go hand
So much to eat, and much to drink
Till his cheeks grew fat and pink

Part iv

The third, from valley low, to mountain top
And yet he did not stop
For deep inside love bade him come
Of your quest, you'd find the sum

Alas! So weary from his worldy quest
Sat he down quietly to rest
Soon he was gently fast asleep
As he snored so free and deep

He dreamt he stood before a court so heavily thronged
And he in kingly robe adorned
By his side stood a beautiful queen
That eye had ever seen

He woke up and lo! he saw before him
That castle in his dream
So marvelous still, was that royal face
In so splendid a place

Part v

Soon news went round as time unfold
Of those who sought for pleasure and gold
O! Such a terrible tale to hear
What strife they had to bear

For the first had gone to sail at sea
Aboard 'Her Golden Majesty'
'For all under heaven' boasted he
'There is none as rich as me'

Then came a gathering gloom
Of tempest christiened doom
It pressed them low and tossed them high
They screamed- 'we are all going to die'

'Ho! For every life and property aboard
One' said the capt, 'must go overboard
Choose now, your judgement me be fair
We have no time to spare'

A murmur here, a murmur there
But then it was quite clear
For all on board, silver and gold,
A life is worth more to behold

And so over and over went his silver and gold
Till none was left to hold
Thus he lost his worldly gain
His life now filled with vain

For the one who sought for pleasure
Had more than words could measure
Food, drink and women of every name
For fun he grew to fame

Soon one after one, as darkness befall
Till none was left at all
And so alone left he to fend
O! What a traggic end

For all he had were friends for fun
But now they were all gone
He knew not where to go or what to do
What will you, if it were you?

Part vi

Back to the one who sought for love
Had more that mortal quest could prove
A beautiful queen, and a royal gown
Sweet end and a golden crown

'Welcome my lord, come thee to me
I have by the gate waited thee
Its time to take thy rightful place
The world awaits thy face'

'I am not worthy of such glory and gold' he cried
Hush! Love knows best and never ask' she said
Then hand in hand she led him on
'Of all life's quest, the best you have won! '

'For begger is he who seek only riches and all it brings
But to find love the dream of kings! !

poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Love the money

Money
Is not money...
It is life....
Money is not
Money
It is happy...

Money is
Not money
It is faith...
Money is not
Money
It is friend...

Money is not
Money
It is life maker...
Money is not
Money...
It is your hard work...

Money is not
Money...
poors god...
money is not
Money
Rich people Cap...

Money is not
Money
World wide all...
Any or many thing money
With money...
So...

Love the money...
Each every day...
Earn too enjoy
with your's life...
witrh good...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Tragic in the World.

If you can learn from all the tragic in the world
You can come out as a winner.
But, only if you find the true Spirit, humbleness,
Appreciation for all life, with the great faith in goodness.

Not in fear, tragic or just in a poor survival,
Learn to see the great riches everywhere,
Do not believe in shortage
See how many stars are in the sky,
How many grain of sand all around,
How many grass comes up, even in impossible
places.
Even how much money is wasted by the governments.

If you are in this moment in the middle of it, do not
dwell on fear,
But keep telling yourself: 'I'll go through this & I open my mind
For plenty (or health or happiness) .
When you believe this, somehow life will bring lessons
To achieve your dream
Be patient, follow your feelings.

If one can see the riches of this Earth,
Eventually will be able to attract a great deal
It is not men who gives the income,
But everything comes from the treasury of the Spirit
This is how the rich people attracts theirs
Same time how the poor are loosing even what they have.
By only Faith in good or bad.
Remember:

'The rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer.'

What can be done?
Let go, relax, stop fighting against the wind,
Open your mind for beauty, harmony, plenty,
No matter where you are.
But do not tell Spirit that you Want a mansion or a diamond.

Anyway, life gives you what you need to your next lesson,
And not what You want.

You have a choice.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Silver & Gold

Well, I met an old man walkin down the street
His clothes were torn and tattered
With sandals on his feet
And I stopped to help him
And lend him a hand
He said, I love you so much
But you must understand
1st chorus:
Silver and gold might buy you a home
But things of this world
They wont last you long
And time has a way of turning us old
And time cant be bought back with silver and gold
And he said to me, lets rest for awhile
For I have some good news to share with you, child
He said, you cant change this old world
The people need to know
That a dear savior died here
A long, long time ago
Repeat 1st chorus
His eyes shown like diamonds
And his smile was heaven sent
His hair was long and flowing
And his back was slightly bent
And I knew he knew it
For that day I changed
As I watched him walk on
I forgot to get his name
2nd chorus:
He said, silver and gold cant buy you a home
When this life has ended
And your time is gone
But you can live in a world where
Youll never grow old
And things cant be bought there with silver and gold
Tag:
And time cant be bought back with silver and gold

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Fields Of Gold

There are fields of Gold behind the little house
Filled with the greatest of treasures
Bronze, Gold and Silver

Do you remember?
Remember our childhood, Our life’s

The shinning Silver sparkling in the skies
The brightest Bronze hidden under the ground
The greatest Gold glimmering through the fields

Can you see them?
Picture it in your mind

All the times we danced
Every time we laughed
Where we used to love

Or have you forgotten?
Forgotten the good, Forgotten the bad

Every memory
Every moment
Every word

I wish you’d remember
To turn back time, So you could take me

Take me to the gold
To the fields on a summers day
To our fields, our treasure

The Silver, The Bronze
The Gold

But the treasures gone
The house still remains
The fields just as empty as the day we left

Times have changed
Our life’s have changed

Our Silver gone dull
Our Bronze all rusted
Our Gold long forgotten

It was never there
The winds of time and turns of the earth have seen to that

But I remember
I cry for the children who found the greatest of treasures and those who lost it so soon after
And I dream of dancing and singing and running and laughter, of the treasures that lie in the fields of Gold.

poem by Carrie Halliday
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In Happiness

Some day one sees and watches
A woman and man in happiness,
They never break up nor spend their riches
On wasteful pursuits, it never itches.
The days spoke magnificent words
For the rest of a year, before the blizzards
Set in their life, and the rich palace
Was no more a life, only fiendishness.
The divorce had been announced
Before the rest of society; they pounced
On the world with all their might
Trying to find a single light
To their madness, their loving
Had emerged to be shoving
Into another world of time,
The same time with a different slime.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Day Dreaming

I day dream most times
day and night
and come back to
This Reality
with a Start.

Day-Dream world
pleases me;
rich
tapestries
and there
many of my lives
converge and mingle.

Is it so wrong to live there
much of my day?
To wrap my Soul
in that world and play?

So many of the things
I love
only reside there
what harm
can there be with
loving and being with
that pleasing Reality?

Swapping day Dream World
for work
and this Harsh Life
seems
only a proposition
one might accept
who likes harsh.

I do not.

I like rainbows
and pretty things
and they
all live
and sing
in my Day Dreams.
You can find me there
by singing.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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