Is the Leader Proud or Simple?
He is humble having
a single account in Swiss Bank.
He doesn't covet power;
it is thrust into his hands.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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I've never had a bank account in Switzerland since 1984. Why would the Swiss do this to me? Maybe the Swiss are trying to divert attention from the Holocaust gold scandal.
quote by Benazir Bhutto
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The Scam Continued
My bank account ha ha,
I think not
My identification photo
Again I say go play with a rubber duck or something
For I'm not the ignorant fool that your so use to.
Maybe I should make up a bank name, a number, a address, a send the a random photo of a friend.
And see what happens
For it might be entertaining to see them pretend to be someone who has never left the country and try to access a bank account that does not exist.
For they are going to do one thing that is clean out your bank out
As the man who gives everything shouts, I have been ripped off.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Exit strategy
Exit strategy
~
Lets empty the bank account
and walk to the station
board the first train we see
ride off into nowhere
where rails of mystery beckon
journey becomes adventure
wherever we end up
we could board another train
and ride further rails
or find a room for the night
it doesn't have to be special
just a place to rest and sleep
a bed and a warm meal
then tomorrow, same again
or some sightseeing
lets travel for a while
leave our worries behind
in a closed bank account
poem by Matthew Holloway
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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
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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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Parasites On The Telephone
Everyday someone thinks of some new scam
to get money out of you.
How to fleece your bank account
with your consent.
Some tell you about a free holiday
to a fabulous destination
that you have been chosen for or won.
So listen to their speal.
Then they start asking about your bank details
and whether you have a credit card or not.
Once they start asking you that,
your best bet is to put the telephone down.
For once, you’ve given your details
over the telephone
you’ve given them permission
to fleece your account
for everything its worth and more.
20 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CIX: Power
The one who doesn’t have the power always looking for the stronger one
The one who has the power never wants it slip from his finger
The one who no longer has the power still acts like he has the one
The one who under influence of power still thinks he holds the control
The one who doesn’t have interest in power is actually chased by the power
The one who dislikes using the power is definitely a liar
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A College Going Daughter's Prayer
Lord put money in my bank
And I shall call and earnestly thank
Ma who pestered Pa to bend
To her whims and bitterly end
The fight for money in my bank.....
Ma has told him it is less
What she calls the daughter's cess
For panties, knickers and monthly chum
Things so dear they hardly come
With the money in my bank........
My account should always overflow
And on my face there be a glow
I can then, dream to start
To fulfill the desires of my heart
With the money in my bank......
My sisters' told them I am down
With a viral that's profound
I am ill and need to eat
Medicines, cherries, grapes and sweets
With the money in my bank.....
Send me Lord some pleasing news
Of good money I can use
I shall end to feign and faint
Then douse the town in crimson paint
With the money in my bank
2003
poem by Ravinder Malhotra
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Ice drop
'Ice drop! Ice drop! ' 'Bata! Magkanong ice dropp mo? '
'Ang isa ay diyes, tatlo'y beinte-singko.'
'Saan ka dadaan sa pagbabalik mo? '
'Yan ang di ko alam, di ko maseguro.'
'Sa pagbabalik mo'y dito ka dumaan,
ako ay bibili, pera'y wala pa lang.
Magwiwithdraw pa 'ko sa aking bank account.'
'Ano bang bank account ang sinasabi mo?
Batang-bata ka pa, tulo pa'ng uhog mo'
'Me bank account kami, joint kami ni Ate.
Winiwithdrawhan ko pag may emergency.'
Bata ay bumalik at ang kanyang tanong,
'Ano ba ang iyong paboritong flavor?
Munggo, chocolate ba o ito ba'y milon? '
'Ay! Kahit na ano, ang dami mong tanong! '
Habang hinihimod, ice dropp na masarap,
dumating si Ate, mata'y nanndidilat.
'Amang, alkansiya ko'y parang gumagaan,
ganoong palagi kong hinuhulugan.
'Naku Ate ako'y walang alam doon,
Mas mabuting sa 'kin, ang iyong,
'Anu-anong flavor ang ice dropp ba'y meron? '
'Iya'y masasagot ko, on that I'm very sure.'
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank.
quote by Woody Allen
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If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name at a Swiss bank.
quote by Woody Allen
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Ex-Lovers (a found poem*, October,2012)
Borrow my allergies
uptight
as we ate grape
fruits and pinned
numb-
ers-long
Borrow my parts
grandmothers;
Sort out my bank account
sort out my bank account
ridiculously&surely
borrow me
without
an
interest
rate.
Without
love.
Without
the smallest
amount of time
without
posession&thought
Sort out my eye-blink
and piles of money
& messages-
Unpin your palms
to
me.
Unpin your palms
to
me.
And please:
Log off
without
reading
my
in-
box
without
boxing
me
out-
of:
your lipped in a secret alley:
fists.
(*on Daniel Sonabend's daily meditations)
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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Social security, bank account, and credit card numbers aren't just data. In the wrong hands they can wipe out someone's life savings, wreck their credit and cause financial ruin.
quote by Melissa Bean
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On Not Quite Knowing Kathleen Raine
And now she's died, too...
and mankind's selfish howl rings out -
She should have died hereafter...
why didn't you tell us you were going to die...?
She left us with a poem to her lover;
their parting once almost as chewed-over
as the Ted and Sylvia show...
was it her fault, was it his,
did she ruin his talent?
Did he ruin hers?
Did she ruin her own? ..
and on and on
and then the obituaries the next day -
half a page of glorious, immortal things one never knew
about that small, dignified, humble lady
to whom I was introduced
with the wrong reference,
so that we shook hands weakly
over a void of silent incomprehension...
she who had entered the room
with my my my book in her hand...
and made me too feel immortal...
until we were introduced...
and now I wish there were some love-bank of futility
where we could say
put this uncounted love to her account - no, no name please
because we would have loved you more, we think,
if we had known
what we know now
it's pathetic isn't it
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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Golden Bird, Painted Black
From beginning I heard
India was a golden bird,
Mughals, Britishers arrived
Looted wealth and destroyed
As she had wealth natural
Precious stones and pearl
Real gold, range of mineral
And knowledge of spiritual.
Hard work of noble citizens
Has mounted wealth again
But many citizens still feel pity
They are to live below poverty.
The amount involved in scams
Amount brought to Swiss bank,
Can run India totally tax free,
Not less the decades of three.
As said hundred trillion rupees
Is deposited in banks of Swiss,
Mere interest at Indian bank rate,
Can change poor people’s fate.
People below poverty can
Easily get per capita income.
India was a bird of gold,
India is still a bird of gold
But in black, it is painted
Her worthyness is dented.
If this black is removed,
Will again shine like gold.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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There Is Nothing Wrong With Power
'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Single Is Fair
Single
I am single
Question of double
Does not arise.
I am single
Only single.
Single sun
Single moon
Single earth
Single air
Single sky
Sngle water
Single fire
Single soul
Single body
All are there
All are fair.
Single is single
Single is beautiful
Single is fair.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Low Existence
measuring
your kind of life with
the digits of your
bank account
you do not want to
spend
life anymore
you just keep it
like the money
inside your
pocket
time is cruel for you
comes the day
and you do not notice it
everything
shall be taken
in one blink of an eye
your favorite dog
will not even remember to wag its tail
when you signify
that you want to be back
everything can never be ours
our hands give way
and there are slips always
holes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I want to be remembered for Swiss Family Robinson and Old Yeller. I think Swiss is probably my favorite film.
quote by Tommy Kirk
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Humble People
Humble people
We both are
We are humble people
We are happy
We have someone that is watching out for us
Humble people
Are much happier than those who have too much
Humble people have little but they are happy
Humble people are rich in spirit
Humble people have more friends
Than those that are rich
We are not so materialistic either
Humble people
Like to enjoy other humble people also
That is the kind of people they mix with
Humble people don’t wear any expensive clothes
Humble people are good Christians
Humble people are hungry for the word of the Lord
poem by Aldo Kraas
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