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Since More Is Given To Me

i just realized that
since more is given to me
talents, money,
luck, honor,
i must give more
since more shall be demanded

this is the law of charity
that i must confess
(some say that this is
pure conceit, i say
nothing except to
accept this truth)

I am still lucky
for God has not yet asked
me to surrender
everything that he has
entrusted.

I am but a steward of
this fortune,
Everything simply passes
through me
like a bank teller.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fortune Teller

If you ask me I will tell you
But you need not be upset
Your love has made other plans
And soon your heart will regret
The Fortune Teller
I see many things happening
Your heart is faithful and true
But these cards tell me it all
That person is not for you
The Fortune Teller
It's not in the cards I here see
You need to simply break away
It's best to move on you must
This all what my cards say
The Fortune Teller

poem by Suelynn Walters
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Fortune Teller

(neville)
Went to a fortune teller
To have my fortune read
I didnt know what to tell her
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
She took a hold of my palm
She said son you feel kind of warm
And then she looked into a crystal ball
She said youre in love
I said how could that be so
Im not friendly with the girls I know
She said when the next one arrives
You gotta look into her eyes
I left there in a hurry
Looking forward to my big surprise
The next day I discovered
That the fortune teller told me lies
I rushed straight back to that woman
Just as mad as I could be
I said I didnt see nobody
Whyd she made a fool of me
Then something struck me
Like lightning from up above
While looking at the fortune teller
I fell in love
Now Im a happy fella
Im married to the fortune teller
Im as happy as I can be
Now I get my fortunes told for free

song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!

Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.

The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.

I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!

Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lucky For You

Lucky I call you cus thats the way you make me feel.
Love in the air and the wind in my hair is makin me real.
Look out lucky theres a mountain in front of you.
And with a little luck well see it thru.
Whats lucky for me is lucky for you.
I used to think that luck was just another four letter word.
But now that I found you its the finest one Ive ever heard.
Do you see the stars now do you lucky?
Theyre not all that far, now are they lucky?
Whats lucky for you, is lucky for me,
And whats lucky for me, is lucky for you.

song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It Is Thanks To Money

It is thanks to money that he has a beautiful young wife
And it is thanks to money that he lives the good life
And though he earned his fortune in the honest way
Money speaks every language as some like to say.

It is thanks to money that others him do admire
And of singing his praises some cannot seem to tire
Were he a retired working class fellow few of him would know
You win more admirers as your bank account grow.

In his early seventies his young wife his wife number three
With him she will never know of poverty
A dark haired beauty of twenty five the same age as his oldest grand-son
Money does speak every language when all is said and done.

Together they walk hand in hand down the street
His gray hair dyed dark brown so full of self conceit
He is a self made multi millionaire for to give him his due
But that money speaks every language happens to be true.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Do It Yourself

Many years ago my dad said, 'honey
Lady luck may never come your way
If it's love you want not only money'
This is what my daddy used to say
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Waitin' around for someone who can help you
Oh, someone who can help you find your way
Then if you think there's no one you can turn to
Well, there's someone just a lookin' glass away
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Wishin' and hopin' for your fortune
Prayin' that you'll see your lucky day
[prayin' that you'll see your lucky day]
If you're lookin' for some inspiration
This is what my daddy used to say
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
[prayin' that you'll see your lucky day]
Do-do-do
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself

song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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(If You Want It) Do It Yourself

Many years ago my dad said, 'Honey
Lady Luck may never come your way
If it's love you want not only money'
This is what my daddy used to say
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Waitin' around for someone who can help you
Oh, someone who can help you find your way
Then if you think there's no one you can turn to
Well, there's someone just a lookin' glass away
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Wishin' and hopin' for your fortune
Prayin' that you'll see your lucky day
[Prayin' that you'll see your lucky day]
If you're lookin' for some inspiration
This is what my daddy used to say
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
[Prayin' that you'll see your lucky day]
Do-do-do
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself
Well, if you want it, go out and get it
You got to do it yourself, do-do-do, do it yourself

song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Compared To Most I Feel So Lucky

Compared to most I feel so lucky I never have known hunger pain
I've always had a warm bed to sleep in and I've never slept out in the rain
In a World where millions are homeless and millions live in poverty
I am one of the lucky people one of the privileged minority.

In a World where the poor are forgotten and where millions for success compete
Millions are slowly dying of malnutrition their dream is enough food to eat
The suburb of the wealthy and famous the breeding ground of self conceit
By motor car only a short drive from the squalor of Poverty Street.

Compared to most I am so lucky though I'll never be a millionaire
Lady Luck she has always been with me and by life I've been treated fair
The distribution of wealth is disgraceful the reason for inequality
Compared to most I am so lucky I do feel life's been good to me.

I may not have an abundance of money but I have enough of it for to get by
I do feel the tag of Mr Lucky to one like me has to apply
Compared to most I feel quite privileged I do not have any cause to complain
Lady Luck has always been with me and with me I hope she remain.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Surrender

(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
I want the love that you deny me
That I need so desperately
The tenderness that you posses
Youve deprived me
You must pray for the lonely night
That I walked the floor for you
And dont know you must erase
All the tearstairs on my face
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Dont you know that Im taking my case
To the highest court of love
And these are some of the charges
Youll be found guilty of
Youve used me and abused me
till I felt like I wanted to die
You created a need in me
That only you can satisfy
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Come along peacefully
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Give it to me, ah right now
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me all, give it to me
Ah, right now, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love

song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm Just A Lucky So And So

As i walk down the street
Seems everyone i meet
Gives me a friendly hello.
I guess i'm just a lucky so and so
The birds in every tree
Are all so neighborly.
They sing wherever i go.
I guess i'm just a lucky so and so
If you should ask me the amount
In my bank account
I'd have to confess that i'm slippin'
But that don't worry me, confidentially
I've got a dream that's a pippin'
And when the day is through
Each night i hurry to
A home where love waits, i know.
I guess i'm just a lucky so and so
And when the day is through
Each night i hurry to
A home where love waits, i know.
I guess i'm just a lucky so and so
I'm just a lucky, lucky so and so

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Im Just A Lucky So & So

As I walk down the street
Seems everyone I meet
Gives me a friendly hello.
I guess Im just a lucky so and so
The birds in every tree
Are all so neighborly.
They sing wherever I go.
I guess Im just a lucky so and so
If you should ask me the amount
In my bank account
Id have to confess that Im slippin
But that dont worry me, confidentially
Ive got a dream thats a pippin
And when the day is through
Each night I hurry to
A home where love waits, I know.
I guess Im just a lucky so and so

And when the day is through
Each night I hurry to
A home where love waits, I know.
I guess Im just a lucky so and so
Im just a lucky, lucky so and so

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Destiny

O! Fortune-Teller,
Who inscribed consternation
In your eyes after reading,
The lines of my hands?
Tell me what tale you have read,
Tell me at least whatever the tale is
Whether there will be an end of it or not.
O! Fortune-Teller,
Tell me at least something
Whether there will be an end
Of the tale or not.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Talents

Lucky am I, a well-talented youth;
Umptine talents I possessed- is the truth!
Talents, God has given to all of us;
He decides to defer or allow use.

Some have talents many; some few; some none;
Nurture them, we must whenever we can;
Develop them, ’tis our sacred duty;
Some are ignorant of inner beauty,

Which lies hidden, seek opportunity;
To express; remain not with vanity;
In one’s life; To remain in a shackle!
Let not frustration be thine obstacle.

Just as the male deer knows not its own musk;
Murmur we must not, take desired risk;
Await thy golden time, God gives some day;
Render justice to thine talents some way!

poem by John Celes
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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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The Wishing-Caps

Life's all getting and giving,
I've only myself to give.
What shall I do for a living?
I've only one life to live.
End it? I'll not find another.
Spend it? But how shall I best?
Sure the wise plan is to live like a man
And Luck may look after the rest!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
Give or hold at your will.
If I've no care for Fortune,
Fortune must follow me still.

Bad Luck, she is never a lady
But the commonest wench on the street,
Shuffling, shabby and shady,
Shameless to pass or meet.
Walk with her once--it's a weakness!
Talk to her twice. It's a crime!
Thrust her away when she gives you "good day"
And the besom won't board you next time.
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
What is Your Ladyship's mood?
If I have no care for Fortune,
My Fortune is bound to be good!

Good Luck she is never a lady
But the cursedest quean alive!
Tricksy, wincing and jady,
Kittle to lead or drive.
Greet her--she's hailing a stranger!
Meet her--she's busking to leave.
Let her alone for a shrew to the bone,
And the hussy comes plucking your sleeve!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
I'll neither follow nor flee.
If I don't run after Fortune,
Fortune must run after me!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Honesty doesn't belong

Honesty doesn't belong to rich
It is not beyond anybody's reach
It is easy to profess and preach
But we always defy rules and breach

Neither can it be expected from everyone
Not can it be taken for granted from someone
No one knows when someone may stab from the back
It happens many times when something big is at the stake

Today the scenario has been completely changed
Human needs have risen many fold and remains unmanaged
This compels people to go for quick and easy money
They may attempt to reach farthest tree branch for honey

No one wants to work hard for getting fortune
They know very well that they me be thrown out of gear and tune
If not worked hard and kept always in readiness
You got to go in whole heartedly and chase

One of the American female was on tour
Her dream for sight seeing and beautiful scenes turned sour
She lost her money purse along with passport
As being new and tourist she had nothing to support

She spent day and night restless for urgent need
She was sure nothing may come back due to greed
But to her fortune the purse was spotted by vegetable vendor
Beautiful lady at heart with noble ideas to live with honor

She was illiterate but soon got the real things behind
Got hold of one hotel bill and started to find
In the hotel room the lady had wept whole night
Had lost all hopes and feared for not going everything right

Vendor woman entered room with whole purse intact
The American woman couldn't believer her eyes in fact
She was in tears and simply could meet with simple lady
Here she was with all precious things and ready

The tourist lady thanked a lot and offered some money
The vendor lady refused and asked her to pray almighty
Even though she was poor, illiterate and had not more
She would not accept it in return for favor

I consider this gesture as shining example
For simple greed one could have been put into trouble
The vendor lady showed courage and honesty
I bow my head to her for doing the almost charity

* The name of lady is Kankuben Sakrabhai Pattani

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bad Luck

I have to tell a story - about a man
Never in the mood - to change his life
Nobody wants to help him - as he spirals down
But one day the wrong decision - hit him overnight
No more cocktail parties - champagnes run dry
No company take-overs - stock markets high
No more hand-jobs in the boardroom - sex is history
And no saunas, no jacuzzis - the penalties youll reap
At last he realized - he did it wrong
Messed big time everywhere - double-dealing lies
Hes going down on his bad luck - his just deserts
Hes going down on his bad luck - what he deserved
His old man told him always - listen son
Its a two-way street to fortune - you gotta hit and run
Dont forget the mirror - look whos behind
And dont you come up crying - when its faster coming down
At last he realized - he did it wrong
Messed big time everywhere - double-dealing lies
Hes going down on his bad luck - his just deserts
Hes going down on his bad luck - what he deserved
Hes going down on his bad luck - its his time
Hes going down on his bad luck - cant rewind
Do you get the story - you know this man
Have you learned a lesson - do you understand
When all you got is crystal - you shouldnt cast a stone
So be careful when you go up - cause youll meet them coming down
Hes going down on his bad luck - his just deserts
Hes going down on his bad luck - what he deserved
Hes going down on his bad luck - its his time
Hes going down on his bad luck - cant rewind

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Money, Money

My baby gives me the finance blues, tax me to the limit of my revenues.
Here she comes finger-poppin, clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
She say, money, honey, Id rob a bank,
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank.
Knockin off my neighborhood savings and load,
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Mama dont send me down to rob that bank again,
I got a notion that your leadin me to sin.
Wont you relax, wont you lay way back,
Dont you bug your honey bout no cadillac.
Its only bucks, you dont need no jack.
So wont you please relax and lay way back.
My babys lovin gives me such a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin counterfeit bills.
Now some folks say the best things in life are free,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Lord made a lady out of adams rib, next thing you know, you got womens lib.
Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch;
Its a real shame that they got to cost so much.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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I Don't Play For Money

I don't play for money, just not enough
I don't play for money, but I do for love

Show some emotion, take a chance with me
A pair and a bluff, ain't such bad company

Fortune favors the brave
So stack my deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

Too many aces, up so many sleeves
Eight chips and a chair, that's all I need

Counting the numbers, then let luck play its part
I don't play for money, but I do for love

I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

With your house full of diamonds, you're so sharp and so proud
I'll raise the steaks higher, you're with the best in town

Fortune favors the brave
So stack my deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

Break

Your river of diamonds, is a river of dreams
it turns into nothing, without love in between

I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

I walk right up and take my chance
Look Lady luck face up and place my bet
i bluff and hold and play my hand
in the only game i love to win

Fortune favors the brave
I've stack the deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

I don't play for money, just not enough
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love

Copyright Colin Coplin 2006 / 2010

poem by Colin Coplin
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Coca Cola Annual Award

I am not a Kuala
to sleep in a wintry-day
and be the winner of a lottery
or a gambler to bet my money
in some race to get a loot.
I won't taste Coca Cola
from the fake cyber wallah.

A fraud from the wonderful Japan
calling himself 'Promotion Manager'
sent me a letter seeming authorised,
asking me to collect the award
of 63 million Great Britain Pounds,
as I am the winner of the prize
of British Coca cola.

A large sum feared me
and my wife swam in dreams.
My honest sons envied of my being rich
suddenly by a stroke of luck.
My cute boy, a computer-wizard
found the letter fake and Sam Dako, a cheat.
He asked my e-mail id first
and my bank details next
to transfer that huge sum to my account.

Beware of some clairvoyants
who promise love, luck and money.
Be aware of the cyber criminals
who tempt you to give your bank details.
Be wary of giving your address to email-friends.
Prizes are awarded in person.
Never the gambling makes one rich.
It is a tempting and slow-killing witch.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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