The Irony Of My Society
the liars are well placed on their high thrones
the incompetents and the misfits dancing on their undeserved success,
the filthy rich have power
the leaders corrupted
and yet we pray to the same God
and yet we receive the blessings from the same God.
meanwhile, the innocent ones are convicted and electrocuted
meanwhile the poor gets to become as poorer as they were once
evil reigns and there seems to be no end to this,
the good ones starve and have fears for breakfast
the bad eggs hatch and fed and pampered.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: The Rich and the Poor
The rich become richer and the poor poorer;
This is the way in which this world goes on!
Men may become suddenly rich, not born;
A rich man turns suddenly a beggar.
The few pennies are snatched off from the poor;
The brunt of taxes are but borne by them;
They can’t make both ends meet by any sum;
The rich hoodwink the taxman- their brother!
Will the world treat people alike ever?
All men are born unequally today;
Yet, if it happens, ’twill be a wonder;
No matter what you do, things happen this way.
The rich become richer not by real work;
The poor become poorer though they hardwork!
poem by John Celes
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There is a war
There is a war between rich and poor
Grant us your peace
There is a war between life and desease
Give your healing
There is a war between family members
Give us your love
There is a war for power in the nations
Give us good leaders
There is a war between time and tasks
Give us skill to manage
There is a war between good and evil
Kick the evil out
Dear Jesus Christ
Be our friend, teacher, neighbor,
leader, Brother, father
be with us always and give your peace.
Thank you,
Amen.
-o-
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Sonnet: God’s the Difference!
The stress of work is telling on my health;
The indifference around seems depressing;
The righteous can’t accrue a decent wealth;
The world believes in lies/ truth-suppressing.
The rich grow richer, cheating poorer ones;
The poor turn poorer, exploited by rich;
Society moves by rule of modern guns;
Cricket results depend on ‘ball and pitch’!
The journey for the masses is uphill;
The upright suffer unimaginably;
With time, men lose their body strength and will;
Can good and evil live amicably?
If you won’t help me God, then who else will?
If you don’t heal my soul, I’m always ill!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-6-2006
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Good and Evil
When I was a toddler I found that
What’s bad is evil, what’s good is good
And I don’t have a power to change that
When I was a teenager I found that
What’s bad is evil, what’s good is also evil
And I want a power to fight them all
Now I’m much older I find that
What’s bad is not purely evil, what’s good is not always innocent
And I don’t use a power to fight but my heart
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The undeserved merits
Battering the poor, one grows rich.
Having grown rich, to quill the guilt
One flatters the poor with alms
And earn merits undeserved.
19.10.06
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Sonnet: Trust Not the Rich
The world is large but people’s minds are small!
They do not trust the God who loves man much;
They blunder often, repeatedly fall;
They want their hands to have the ‘golden touch’!
Beware of nations rich with much resource;
They lead the world in every field they choose;
They steer the poorer ones clearly off-course,
And hang their economy’s neck by noose!
The world today doesn’t care for poorer men;
The rich usurp all pow’r and ill-treat rest;
They neglect downtrodden and poor brethren;
The poor can’t rise although being the best.
Don’t trust the rich but stay independent;
The rich make slaves out of those dependent!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2010
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Poverty
Tears filled in the eyes, as a compare the rich with the poor;
Palatial buildings laugh at the small cottages of the poor.
With scanty income the poor feeds the children, contents their desire;
Life of poor is filled with fear.
O god, in thy kingdom, partiality reigns hither, thither;
Poor becomes poorer with thy desire.
Corruption is rampant among the officers;
Exploiting junior employees' property they content their desire.
O god! Thy Earth is wonder;
Poor people roam hither, thither;
With their little income they content their desire.
On Earth they are cursed creatures.
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Poverty Vavroovahana Patra
Tears filled in the eyes, as I compare the rich with the poor;
Palatial buildings laugh at the small cottages of the poor.
With scanty income the poor feeds the children, contents their desire;
Life of poor is filled with fear.
O god, in thy kingdom, partiality reigns hither, thither;
Poor becomes poorer with thy desire.
Corruption is rampant among the officers;
Exploiting junior employees' property they content their desire.
O god! Thy Earth is a wonder;
Poor people roam hither, thither.
With their little income they content their desire.
On Earth they are cursed creatures.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Nemesis
a painful response to another's
undeserved good fortune-
envy,
the monster is taking you
to the land of
no return
it is where people
on their best apparel
burn themselves
to hell
the ashes speak
on names that must be forgotten
where can pleasure
be
at another's undeserved
success?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Iago: Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!
line from Othello, Act III, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Forthright Action Knocksout Evil
What evil would he hatch?
As bad the the pirate Edward Thatch!
Even wears a sinister eye patch!
Abominable actions by the batch!
Would evil the good catch?
Would evil to good attach?
Would evil away the good latch?
Final victory by good did snatch!
Good triumphed without even a scratch!
All in this professional wrestling match!
poem by Hubert Wilson
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The rich are richer, and the poor are poorer, in the city than elsewhere; and, as a rule, the greater are the riches of the rich and the poverty of the poor.
quote by Josiah Strong
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The Poor Is Wealthy
Blessings upon them conceived,
And the rich becomes empty,
By the root of evil they are deceived.
The humble rejoice,
Knowing life in the balance
Prayers are answered with grace,
Gods will in our conscience.
Whatever you magnify,
Will become your god,
The poor is wealthy,
Sometimes they are sad.
When their eyes are wet,
Like blur violet, it's hard to be proud
Feeling totally inadequate,
The poor put their trust in God.
Blessed are the poor in spirit;
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Those who recognize they have no credit
There is treasure stored up for them.
Some are rich and have acquired wealth,
God chosen those who are poor,
In the eyes of the world to be rich in faith,
And inherit a kingdom on the celestial shore.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Who is richer?
The rich who are mean
Are poorer than the poor;
The poor who are liberal
Are richer than the rich.
28.08.2008
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The jumble thinks - 2
If you are giving the evil - you receive the evil. You
sometimes receive the evil, even when you are handing
out the good. Don't worry. Everything is returning as
the boomerang, therefore both the good and the evil,
will return to the right place.
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Dancing In The Fire
I think my heart was designed to fade and lose color
To turn inside out and wash in the rain
It loses all perfection in cold water
So the desired look is obtained
And it rises higher and higher
Like this filthy heat above the city sky
And I feel like I'm going mad dancing in the fire
As if I'm only here to prove there are mountains I could move
So love is spent dancing in the fire
Too high the cost and too quick the pain
And all that's left for the outsider
Is ashes from dancing in the fire
I think my eyes were made for deception
Interpreting lovers will call what they want the truth
With all I have seen burning behind these mirrors
The reflection they see is all that I pursue
And it rises higher and higher
Like this filthy heat above the city sky
And I feel like I'm going mad dancing in the fire
As if I'm only here to prove there are mountains I could move
So love is spent dancing in the fire
Too high the cost and too quick the pain
And all that's left for the outsider
Ashes from dancing in the fire
And voices get louder
And the air's too thick to breathe
Still I lie awake and I wait for the unknown power
Dying for want of sleep
I think my life line was stolen from a movie
The one where they are trying to solve the crime
But this prisoner is always one step before them
And everyone's running trying to stop me in time
And it keeps rising higher and higher
Like this filthy heat above the city sky
And I feel like I'm going mad dancing in the fire
As if I'm only here to prove
There are lovers I could move
Oh love is spent dancing in the fire
Too high the cost and too quick the pain
And all that's left for the outsider
Ashes from dancing in the fire
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the news on TV
the news on TV have given all the illogicality
of the present times
thus she says
the innocent go to prison
the guilty are set free
the rich become richer
the poorer becoming poorer
to each his own
no one cares
this is her country going berserk
over selfish interests
the early morning news tell it all
she fasts
she feasts on sighs
and numbness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Success has no I
Those who feel that personal success is the ultimate goal
Shallow is their pool
Success is a requirement for all who attain life on this earth
True success only comes when you have helped others
Reach their goals, successes, and roles
When all you care about are your own goals, nobody around you grows
You become shallow the deeper you go, until you have
Buried yourself in your own success and drowned yourself with nothingness
You may eventually reach your goals of success but
Beware, for you have allowed none to help or assist
To brag to one who knows not the road is pompous and brash, the sign of an ass
Those who remain to hear of your rules and reigns are
The few who enjoy the entertainment and delight of one who gives off no light
All should delight in their plight,
If they continue towards success with an army of leaders, helpers and soldiers
Driving them, helping them, and protecting them from the rest
In the end not one rules and reigns
All rule, reign, and act as a light for the rest to continue their flight
Success has no I…no matter how hard you try
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Tax
Tax is for the welfare of the masses
That’s why more tax should levied
Upon the rich than the poor
In such a manner
So that a desired balance is maintained.
There should be no filthy rich
In a poor country
So the government should impose tax
On this people couple of times more
Than the ordinary rich.
Education tax, poverty elimination tax
And tax to rehabilitate the beggars
Can be imposed on the very rich.
The government must go for moderate tax
For the poor people
And they should not slaughter the hen
That lays egg of gold.
The Muslims should give tax properly
Since it is obligatory for them
So in a Muslim country
The government should highlight this
In order to increase revenue.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Poor
God is with the poor
But do the poor know God is with them?
As they look out from the crowd
Lost in their 'man made prison'
God is with the poor
But do the poor know God is with them?
As they look up to the proud
Who looks back with derision
And who can tell the poor that God is with them?
He who paints angel wings on ragged backs?
Makes hungry mouths sing for their supper
He who nothing lacks?
Who poorer still can say God is with us?
When homeless turn away from too much fuss
But God is with them
Is he with us?
And poorer still in having more
But never having too much
Who can say then God is with us?
yvette smith
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