Juggling
think think think
you think a lot wanting to capture
the words and fit in all the works
write
you write and keep on writing
love, life, love life, sex, money,
lots of sex, and lots of money,
spend, save, spend, cycles of lost loves
lust, desire, sadness
a sorrow you keep from
dissipating like water drying on
your skin
after a bath, but things keep on
coming and going and you know not
what to to and where and when to stop
precisely you juggle
all these like you're part of the circus
and you know how to
to at the spotlight and on top
of everything
and there they are after your performance
some did not clap their hands
but what do you care
let the finale come and the curtains fall
the end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Man With Money
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
He buys her things she calls him honey,
she calls me poor boy,
What good could it do,
to give a love pure and true,
when any fool could understand,
she thinks that money makes the man,
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
She wants the things she'll buy with money,
not a poor boy,
a man with money,man with money,man with money,
Just down thwe street,
I know a place
When there asleep,
I'll cover my face,
I'll break the lock,open the door,
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store,
Then I'll be a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey,
not a poor boy,
A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money
song performed by by Who
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Money
(b. gordy, jr./j. bradford)
The best things in life are free
But you can give them to the birds and bees
I need money
That's what i want
That's what i want, yeah
That's what i want
Your love gives me a thrill
But your love can't pay my bill
I need money
That's what i want
That's what i want, yeah
That's what i want
Money
Lots of money
Whole lot of money
Lots of money
That's what i want, yeah
That's what i want
Money don't get everything it's true
What it don't get, i can't use
I need money
That's what i want
That's what i want, yeah
That's what i want
That's what i want, yeah
That's what i want
Money, money
Is what i want
A whole lot of lean green
That's what i want
Give me money, money
Is what i want
That's what i want, well
Now give me money
Ow, money
Wow, yeah, you need money
Now, give me money
That's what i want, yeah
That's what i want, yeah
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Dear Friend
i always love to write, as early as
gradeschool when we were classmates
while you were playing and chasing and stumbling
i just sat on the grass of the playground under a tree and scribble anything
and read a lot about some stories with lots of pictures
and colors of fairies and kings and queens and butterflies and bees,
i do not stop writing, in fact, writing has become my life
that without words i may die an instant death
i dream that i have written novels and stories and lots of poems
i wake up with some ideas like some seeds that i want to sow
and grow in the field and see them become shrubs and trees and forests
and i keep on this life writing and writing and writing and writing
for writing's sake and i wish i may live longer so i may write
some more, some sequels of my love stories and suspense thrillers
and write finally all the poems that are inside my mind
hanging like ripe grapes and creeping like vines on my fence
as i am writing now as you always want to read me
until such time my friend that i will die, or end my life myself (who knows?)
(i will not talk about it now, it is something bizarre and makes me
shiver, but who knows, well you know, all are but possibilities and nothing
but possibilities in this vast wide world of realities and dreams)
there is something i must say somehow
there is something that i must have forgotten, i have not written about myself
i have always written about them, about you, about the world,
please do not refuse me, stop playing with your life,
gradeschool ended
a long time ago, i have one and ultimate request:
write the story of my life, because it is you who only knows about it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But It Makes Me Lots Of Money
Cigarette addiction kills people
But it makes me lots of money
It ruins their health
But it makes me lots of money
They cannot breathe properly
But it makes me lots of money
Their addiction causes them misery
But it makes me lots of money
A trillion cigarette butts pollute our earth daily
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarettes cause fires which burn many people to death
But it makes me lots of money
Parents buy cigarettes when their children need to eat
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarette smoke fills our bars and nightclubs, very unpleasant
But it makes me lots of money
Dirty ashtrays are disgusting
But it makes me lots of money
Why are you allowed to promote and sell such a disgusting product?
Because I've got lots of money
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Who Needs Money
(a duet with ray walker)
(words & music by randy starr)
Im on the right track for lots of kissin
So that old greenback, I wont be missin
All the greatest things in life are free
Who needs money, not me
Cash or credit, it doesnt matter
Long as my bank books keep growin fatter
Easy street is my favorite avenue
Who needs money, I do
Just pity all those millionaires they never can relax
Because theyre always worryin about their income tax
Why waste time on high financin, Id rather spend it on good romancin
What if my pockets are empty as can be
Who needs money, not me
Tell me about it
Some folks save it, some folks lend it
But as for me I want to spend it
Give me some green and my skies will be blue
Who needs money, I do
Stocks and bonds, they only bore me
Interest holds no interest for me
Who wants to sit in the lap of luxury
Who needs money, not me
When I go to bed at night instead of counting sheep
I start counting dollar bills and then I fall asleep
Making money never thrills me
Its making love that really kills me
What can I lose with my philosophy
Who needs money, not me
What do you want
I want a big yacht, I can cruise in
The kind that girls just cant refuse in
All it takes is a million or two
Who needs money, I do
Any time some gal starts flirtin
Now that Im broke I know for certain
She really digs my personality
Tell me, who needs money not me
Povertys the only thing that money cannot buy
So rich or poor it pays to have m-o-n-e-y
A gal whos tender, thats what I love
Its legal tender, I want a pile of
Just let my liquid assets overflow
You cant take it with you when you go
So, who needs money
That lovely, lovely money
Who needs money, not me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Opportunities
I've got the brains, you've got the looks
Let's make lots of money
You've got the brawn, i've got the brains
Let's make lots of -
I've had enough of scheming and messing around with jerks
My car is parked outside, i'm afraid it doesn't work
I'm looking for a partner, someone who gets things fixed
Ask yourself this question: do you want to be rich?
I've got the brains, you've got the looks
Let's make lots of money
You've got the brawn, i've got the brains
Let's make lots of money
You can tell i'm educated, i studied at the sorbonne
Doctored in mathematics, i could have been a don
I can program a computer, choose the perfect time
If you've got the inclination, i have got the crime
Oh, there's a lot of opportunities
If you know when to take them, you know?
There's a lot of opportunities
If there aren't, you can make them
Make or break them
I've got the brains, you've got the looks
Let's make lots of money
Let's make lots of -
(aahhhhh) money
(aahhhhh)
(aahhhhh - di du da di da bu di ba)
You can see i'm single-minded, i know what i could be
How'd you feel about it, come and take a walk with me?
I'm looking for a partner, regardless of expense
Think about it seriously, you know, it makes sense
Let's (got the brains)
Make (got the looks)
Let's make lots of money (oohh money)
(let's) you've got the brawn
(make) i've got the brains
Let's make lots of money (oohh money)
I've got the brains (got the brains)
You've got the looks (got the looks)
Let's make lots of money (oohh money)
Money
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Money
Money
Money
Money
Important
Useful
Necessary
Money
Money
Money
Wealthy
Middle
Poverty
Money
Money
Money
Save
Give
Spend
Money
Money
Borrow
Lend
Money
Money
Foe
Friend
Money
Money
Master
Slave
Money
Money
Satisfied
Crave
Money
Money
Laugh
Cry
MoneyMoney
Live
Die
Money
Money
Sick
Well
Money
Money
Heaven
Hell
poem by Howard Simon
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Cash based life
The only thing ever wonted
Happiness! ! ! Is it based on money?
Fame or fortune?
Can you buy your happiness?
Or will you be happy
If you just got money
Yes you can buy
The visible things around you
A nice car and a big house
But not love wealth and happiness
Meaning of happiness is coming to a home
By the end of the day
Even how you low on money
But still to a home to your love ones
To someone who really loves you
Not for your big house or your fancy car
Or how much you can spend buy one day
Yes, now a day's life is mostly based on money
But always have to try to see the meaning of life
With your naked eyes
Not with a blindfold around your eyes
To chase away the devil and the evil within our souls
To see the beauty within our life
Which is not based on money
Life is not all about money or based on it
Even we raised to believe that way
Believe in yourself and think about your life
With money on the side
Without making it the life source of your self
Nisal~©
poem by Nisal Weerasinghe
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Money Changes Everything
Ever growing
The dreams that we accumulated
Never knowing
The demons that we created
Villans stole the spotlight
While love was waiting in the wings
Left us with a long night
And a hunger for material things
But when its gone, gone baby
And were livin with ourselves again
Will it dawn on us darling
That the love we had is worth more
Than we spend
Money changes everything
Ill turn your world around so fast
Money changes everything
Money
Money changes everything
No one questions how long
It will last
Money changes everything
Money
Sorry baby
I was a stranger to myself
Sometimes
No excuses
The best intentions come
Tumblin down
When its gone, baby
Will it be the way it was before?
When its gone, gone darlin
Will we realize what the money
Was for?
Money changes everything
Ill turn your world around so fast
Money changes everything
Money
Money changes everything
No one questions how long
It will last
Money changes everything
Money
Love
Does it feel like it did?
Money changes everything
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Americans are immensely popular in Paris; and this is not due solely to the fact that they spend lots of money there, for they spend just as much or more in London, and in the latter city they are merely tolerated because they do spend.
quote by James Weldon Johnson
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Can't Buy Me Love
Money can buy me a lot of things,
But I can not put a value on what love brings.
You can buy me all the things in the world,
But the cost is priceless of being your girl.
If I had you in bed with me at night,
Is worth more to me than any first class flight.
Having your arms around me and holding me close,
Is one of the things in the world I treasure most.
Gifts every now and then are okay,
But I would rather spend time with you everyday.
I don’t need the things that comes from tiffany’s,
Just to have you right here with me.
Money can’t buy me love…..
Money can’t buy me love…..
I’m not worried about fancy houses and cars,
Happiness to me is to be where you are.
The 2 of us can be broke together,
If the love is real we can last forever.
I don’t need all of those material things,
I want the peace and happiness true love brings.
You are my angel sent to me from up above,
Money is ok but money can’t buy me love.
All I want is for someone to love me for me,
I don’t care too much for money, because loving you is free…
Money can’t buy me love…..
Money can’t buy me love…..
For Whom Do We Write?
for whom do we write?
for us, we beg the world
to know what we are in the realm
and bounds of our words
our sadness & madness
our longing for love
unrequited our desire to
taste what passion is
that which the bed cannot
speak that which the
blankets cannot fully give in
to warmth and
lust.
for whom do we write?
we write for those passions
those explosions of suppressed
feelings long kept inside the steel
boxes of our hearts
we write for those lamentations
of love rejected and those
dreams that simply die
even before they were born
for those eggs
that never became chickens.
forgive me, but i write
because i have nothing else to do
about my life
forgive me for exposing the
truths
about us, this existential angst
lost in the labyrinths
of the empty
shell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Money
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-"one...
'money' in 'e'"
One, two, three, four!
The best things in life are free,
But you can keep it to the birds and bees;
I want money,
That's what i want,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
Money don't get ev'rything it's true,
What it don't get i can't use;
Now give me money,
That's what i want,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
Ow!
Your love give me such a thrill,
But your love don't pay no bills;
Now give me money,
That's what i want,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
Hey! now give me money,
Whole lot of money,
Lots of money,
Give me money,
That's what i want, want,
That's what i want.
Well, now give me money,
Whole lot of money,
Yeah, give me money,
Whole lot of money,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Money
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-"one...
'money' in 'e'"
One, two, three, four!
The best things in life are free,
But you can keep it to the birds and bees;
I want money,
That's what i want,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
Money don't get ev'rything it's true,
What it don't get i can't use;
Now give me money,
That's what i want,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
Ow!
Your love give me such a thrill,
But your love don't pay no bills;
Now give me money,
That's what i want,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
Hey! now give me money,
Whole lot of money,
Lots of money,
Give me money,
That's what i want, want,
That's what i want.
Well, now give me money,
Whole lot of money,
Yeah, give me money,
Whole lot of money,
That's what i want, yeah,
That's what i want.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Ka-ching
We live in a greedy little world--
That teaches every little boy and girl
To earn as much as they can possibly--
Then turn around and
Spend it foolishly
Weve created us a credit card mess
We spend the money we dont possess
Our religion is to go and blow it all
So its shoppin every sunday at the mall
All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store
[chorus:]
Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
Its such a beautiful thing--ka-ching!
Lots of diamond rings
The happiness it brings
Youll live like a king
With lots of money and things
When youre broke go and get a loan
Take out another mortgage on your home
Consolidate so you can afford
To go and spend some more when
You get bored
All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store
[repeat chorus]
Lets swing
Dig deeper in your pocket
Oh, yeah, ha
Come on I know youve got it
Dig deeper in your wallet
Oh
All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store
[repeat chorus]
Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
Youll live like a king
With lots of money and things
Ka-ching!
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Bob Says
Bob says the harder I work the luckier I seem to get
And do not tell me there is not money in the loss of human sweat
If I did not work as hard less money I would have for to spend
The wealthy one has lots of mates but the pauper does not have a friend.
Bob says my neighbour Freddy he does like to complain
He only works three days a week and though to him I try to explain
Had he got another part time job how much better off he would be
But he just likes to have his whinge he does not listen to me.
Hard work doesn't seem to bother Bob the harder I work he say
The more money I always make life seems to be that way
One would have to become very lucky to become a lotto millionaire
And those who come by money in the easy way to say the least are rare.
Bob says the harder I work the wealthier I seem to grow
Were I a lazy fellow I would not have much to show
For the opportunities I've been granted for the betterment of myself, my children and my wife
The work shy and lazy person never will succeed in life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Money isn't everything
Money isn't everything
Just something that we like
It gives us almost anything
If we can match the price
The feel of dollar bills
Being wadded in your hands
Can fufill your greatest thrills
And makes a boy feel like a man
The power of the green
Is something we all can share
For it only is made from trees
And yet trees are everywhere
Its quite easier to spend
Then it is to make
But its something we pretend
That we officially hate
Money isn't everything
Though it can save your life
But it can bring you great things
If you're saving it right
So if people say money is everything
Please don't believe it
Cause they're just still 'wanting'
But they don't see it
poem by Sugar Bear
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A Poet To Be
A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.
I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.
I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.
I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.
But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.
I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.
I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.
I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.
A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.
I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.
I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.
It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.
A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.
But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.
How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.
As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.
poem by Adam McKim
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Money
(Written by B. Gordy/J. Bradford.)
The best things in life are free
So give them to the birds and the bees
I need money (that's what I want)
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
Your lovin gives me such a thrill
But your lovin can't pay my bills
I need money (that's what I want)
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
(Bridge)
Oh money (that's what I want)
Oh lots of money (that's what I want)
Oh money (that's what I want)
That's what I want
That's what I want
A whole lot of money
Money can't buy everything, it's true
But what it can but I can use
I need money (that's what I want)
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
(repeat first verse)
That's what I want
A whole lot of money
song performed by by Hanson
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