The Lesbian Couple
four years
they have been together
in one house
and they mingle socially
in the neighborhood
without much
ado.
life is an experiment
love is the answer
could be the motto
of the two
i have suspicions sometimes
one has the money and the other doesn't have any.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They only want love
lots of people
and lots and lots
of travelers, wayfarers
and activists and visionaries
and canvassers
and vendors
and realists and romantics
They have all asked for my love
but my constant answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
it’s the same with family and friends
strangers, neighbors, children
and relatives and enemies
eccentrics and couples
They all ask for my love
but my unwavering answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
it’s the same with strangers
and politicians and organizations
and great leaders and haloed monks
and Heavenly Saviors
and sports personalities
and charity organizers
They only want my love
but my immutable answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
The point here is
it is my task to help you see
the world is full of such
good people
They only want love
It’s never money they’re after
They only ask for my love
Never, never for my money
But still, cruel as I am,
my non-negotiable answer is:
“No, you can’t have my love;
but you can have my money
if I can find any”
poem by Raj Arumugam
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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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What Would You Like To Be When You Are Old?
i ask the old man
of our neighborhood
sitting on a chair
in his yard
just in front
our house
as i water
the plants
in my garden,
his answer
is simple enough
'well, i like to die
because my friends
and classmates
are all gone, and
what use will this
life be? '
i agree.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i ask the old man
of our neighborhood
sitting on a chair
in his yard
just in front
our house
as i water
the plants
in my garden,
his answer
is simple enough
'well, i like to die
because my friends
and classmates
are all gone, and
what use will this
life be? '
i agree.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Is Not...
Life is not Facebook that can accommodate 5000 friends
Life is not Google that can search sites to questions you are seeking with
Life is more than your notebook, you PC or the internet
Life is not the phone, the tablet or any modern gadget
And life is not the noise, the song, or the music being played
Life is more than the fast food chain that can give your order instantly
Satiate your hunger, your delight and your cravings.
Life is more than the supermarket or the neighborhood grocery.
Life is more than the physical foods or the clothes or any raiment
There’s more to life than all these things!
Life is not the can of soda that can quench your thirst
Life is not the cigarette which you presume can relieve your stress
Life is not the beer that gives a minute of forgetfulness
Life is not the ashtray or the garbage where you dump your waste
Life is more than merry making, earthly pleasure, or worldly happiness
Life is not the chocolates, cup of coffee or a mug of tea
Life is more than the jewelries or your accessories
Life is not a toilet where you visit to defecate
Life is more than the bar you go to escape life’s regrets
and life is not the pill that frees you for an hour of anxieties.
Life is not the house, the car, the money or the vacation!
Life is not the party, the extravagance, and the frivolities
So don’t be in despair you cannot get all of these or these were taken away
Don’t be contemptuous to your dear ones if they cannot give you these
There’s more to life than all of these
(poem experiment)
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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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, 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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Money Money Song
Money money
Is going to get me a girl
Money money
I am going to use it to buy me a cup of coffee
Money money
Is going to take me to Paris
Money money
Is going to buy me some new clothes
Money money
I am going to use it to do my laundry
Momey money
Is going to buy me some groceries
Money money
Is going to pay to fix my house
Money money
Is going to send me to the rich men's world
Money money is going to buy me a cellular phone
poem by Aldo Kraas
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My Motto For Life
My Motto,
if you can all it that
is very simple.
Help, Caring, Love and Comfort.
Help
where, whenever and whomever
whether they be a stranger or friend.
Caring,
opening your arms to greet someone
treating them as a brother, sister and friend.
Love
everyone whomever they may, be
friend, foe and family.
Comfort,
comforting all ailing souls,
young and old alike
that you may come across.
It is a small motto
of which I live my life by.
Something I have done
since I was very young.
My motto for life.
4 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Yahu
To be served like a monkey and to be saved like money,
With the woes of life around us always;
But he split the wood for the burnt offering of love and,
She took a veil to cover her face.
Yahu, this sacrifice should be eaten inside one house;
For the worst hailstorm is about to come.
To be seerved like a monkey and to be saved like money,
But life is like living 430 years in the land of Egypt;
Where one learns through the slavery days of the muse that there was.
It was in the 'House of God (Beth-El) ' which was,
Very different from the 'House of Yahweh (Bayit Yahweh):
But there we have to learn from the difference to gain wisdom.
'Bayit Yahweh'! For there we got the truth of life to carry on;
And of the sacrifice which was to be eaten inside one house.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Some Advice from a Mother to Her Married Son
The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
It isn't, Well that all depends on what you mean by 'love'.
Or even, Come to bed and I'll prove that I do.
The answer isn't, How can I talk about love when
the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and
the children are screaming their heads off and
I'm going to miss my bus?
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
poem by Judith Viorst
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Motto And Morris
Motto and Morris,
With love in the air to catch your view!
And like the apples of love in the garden of peace,
But try to move up straight with your positive mind always.
Motto and Morris,
Come and share your love with me tonight;
For the colours of the rainbow are now seen up high,
And like leaders with workers inthe land of plenty.
See! !
I have heard the news;
Listen!
I have seen your lovely flower;
And like your motto and the muse of Morris,
But, love is in the air and you have to be very wise to come closer to it!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Money
Money high, money low
Money come , money go.
don*t worry me
don*t worry me
(money don*t buy)
The things that we like, the things that we love
The things that we have, so high above
Don*t bother me
(it doesn*t even matter to you)
Don*t bother me
(money doesn*t grow on trees)
Just don*t worry!
Now listen!
Suns do shine, moons do glow
Simplicity everyone knows
Don*t hurry me
(i*m in the middle of a dream)
Don*t hurry me
(it*s not at all the way it seems)
Now!
Money so high, money so low
Money to count, money to go
It won*t be there where I go
(where is that you*re going to? )
It won*t be there where I go
(where is that you*re going to? )
Just won*t be there
No way!
[...screw anything you can... and i*m trying
To do that with the country...]
Do wop...
Da da da...
song performed by by Yes
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Money
Money high, money low
Money come , money go.
don*t worry me
don*t worry me
(money don*t buy)
The things that we like, the things that we love
The things that we have, so high above
Don*t bother me
(it doesn*t even matter to you)
Don*t bother me
(money doesn*t grow on trees)
Just don*t worry!
Now listen!
Suns do shine, moons do glow
Simplicity everyone knows
Don*t hurry me
(i*m in the middle of a dream)
Don*t hurry me
(it*s not at all the way it seems)
Now!
Money so high, money so low
Money to count, money to go
It won*t be there where I go
(where is that you*re going to? )
It won*t be there where I go
(where is that you*re going to? )
Just won*t be there
No way!
[...screw anything you can... and i*m trying
To do that with the country...]
Do wop...
Da da da...
song performed by by Yes
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Money Can't Buy You Love
Money can buy everything for you
Except to make someone to really love you
If you go out to buy love with your money
You better know, money is the reason, she is selling her body
She may like you for your money
But, when it comes to the real love, she could be someone else’s honey
As long as you got the money, she will stick with you
But when you run out of money, she comes up with excuse to leave you
It doesn’t matter you dead or alive
Money is the one that let you have her “love”
Don’t get confused between word love and like
They don't mean the same, even though they sound alike
Remember, money just buys her physical body, not her mind
If you want to win her heart, you better treat her nice and be kind
Let’s hope money will never buy the love
Otherwise, that’s end of the romance and nice feeling and all the songs and movies will be made and all the books will be written about story of the love
Sam Arjomandi
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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Answer Me This..
What do you do?
When the one you love
Doesn't love you back
Can you answer me that
What do you do?
When you see them with someone else
Now there goes your pride and joy
Yet the one you love
Doesn't know how you feel about them
How do you tell that special one?
When you already know
They don't love you back
How do you let go?
How do you say goodbye?
When the very sight of him/her
Puts a smile on your face
How are you suppose to let go?
When they're all you think about
Everyday all day long
Can you answer me that?
poem by Ashley Olson
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Money
Money money money
Everybody wants some
No money church can't run
Money for this
Money for that
No life without it
Can't sleep
She says hell
In this house
If she don't get it!
Before you get paid
Taxman grab it
Buy something
He grab it again
When money pressure hit
You cannot afford to get sick
Doctors want some
And if you dead without it
You will not be buried
Not even in the sticks
Money money money
It's like blood
It's the way world runs
Need money for food
Need money for fun
If you have no money
Blood a go run
Man join the army
To get some of it
Would be alive
If he had it
Money money money
Where is the money?
Have to get money
Before the day is done
Donkey cough
When you are broke
No money
Donkey don't eat
Everything stops
Earth can't turn
Have to have money
Even some to burn
Money money money
Where did it go?
Pocket is empty
And I just got paid
Maybe my woman took it
Thought I had it made
Thought I had a hundred
But I don't have twenty
Now I am in trouble
I have to leave yard
But I can't leave
If I don't have any
What a thing this is
Money! money! money!
Eh!
12/4/09
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Money and Love
She was reading a book on a bench.
He recognized her. Years ago
He had a crush on her in high school.
So what is now your luminous goal in life? ”
She asked.
“Money and fame”, he said.
“Your answer is more disappointing
Than surprising”, she said.
“Why? You don’t want money and fame? ”
“No, I don’t want money and fame.”
“You’re a hypocrite.”
“This sneer was predictable, but I really
Don’t want money and fame.”
“Why? You don’t need money to buy
Food, clothes and other necessities? ”
“Of course I need. However, I am talking
About priorities. I don’t live to make
Money; I make money to live”, she said.
“I see. But how can you be happy
If you are not rich? ” he asked.
“I don’t believe that happiness really
Can emanate from wealth.
My neighbor won millions in the casinos
Of Las Vegas but he is still depressed.
And a lot of unhappy rich and famous
People walk the streets out there.”
“So what is it that you really desire in life? ”
“Peace, well-being and contentment.”
“That’s all? ”
She gave him a gentle and exploring look.
“No”, she said. “That’s not all.
I desire to have an inner fortune that
Eclipses all the external thrills of the world.
I want to love and to be loved.”
poem by Paul Hartal
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A Phone Call
The Phone Call
Phone rings I finally answer, it’s my daughter she wants to come home.
“Where are you ringing from? I ask she doesn’t know. Tell her I have no
home only phone that works in all weather, “I gave you all my money
and I sold my house so you could become a doctor.” But dear dad I’m
a dancer now in a country I don’t know the name of, only that people
talk funny and cry a lot when drunk.” Since we didn’t know where we
are, agree to meet in Tirana but, she doesn’t know when she’ll be there,
I don’t know when I’ll be going there. Dreams of becoming middle class
through my daughter has vanished. Where is Tirana? Anyone?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Years Past
I gave love time money
I waited hours each time
you were late without reason
embracing you with genuine love
when you finally eventually arrive
you set friends up against me
your ego demanding centre stage
spot light achieved vanity requires
you flirted always unfaithful playgirl
yet you believed ‘I treat you badly! ’
'you do not think you do! '
chasing nice ass in blue jeans
drinking in bar with ego’s idol
(while I wait suffer ever alone)
enjoying socially knowing I will wait
the years pass leaving lies exposed
the years pass testing eternal patience
the years pass wearing upon weary heart
the years pass in gossip shame ridicule
the years pass leaving us eternally alone
poem by Terence George Craddock
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