The Rich And The Poor
the rich shall enjoy
the long queue of
their funeral march
on the motif of
yellow and
confetti and it
will be on tv for
months, they have
it all: honor, glory
and fame, and luck.
we are the mourners.
pretending to be true.
we are the poor
grass under their suns.
we are always the
worshippers of their
heroes. we are
poor as always and
ever shall be, forever
and ever, amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unity Of The Elements
It was a pompous show,
For everyone should know,
The funeral procession
Of a rich man of the town.
Inch by Inch, the funeral cart moved.
Step by step, the mourners walked.
In black costumes, each one was dressed.
Front and back, march passed the crowd.
At the gate of the burning ghat,
The procession came to a halt.
Each one spoke, in praise of the dead
And tears flowed, for what they said.
On the sandalwood bed,
The body was laid,
And his son lit the fire,
That engulfed the funeral pyre.
The dead man's remains,
In the form of ash and bones,
To the sea, were consigned
As a finish, at the end.
At the bottom of the seabed
The bone of a poor man dead
Addressed his bone and said
'Welcome to this silent seabed.'
'The difference, when we were alive
Is no more with us, now let us live,
Not as poor or rich, but as one element,
No hatred feelings to foment.'
From the elements, man comes,
And back to the elements, he goes.
In between arises a low-high status,
That brings a world of differences.
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There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.
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Confetti party
Confetti party
Drop
Confetti party
Pop
Little fingers snap
Littlest hands will clap
Confetti take a nap
Confetti party
Yellow
Confetti party
Blue
Confetti party
Hello
Confetti party
Happy to you
Confetti party
Red
Confetti party
White
Confetti whispers
Spread
Confetti littlest
Good night
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Poor Me
Woke up this mornin'
feeling low
where my love one used to live
she ain't there no more.
Poor me, why such bad luck fall on me?
Poor me, I'm livin' in misery
What I gonna do?
Hard to tell
Lord, I'm not going to kill myself
but I might as well
Poor me, I'm so lonely can't you see?
Poor me, I'm livin' in misery.
All I do
the whole day long
fall down on my knees and pray
you'll come back home.
Poor me, why such bad luck fall on me?
Poor me, I'm livin' in misery.
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Rich and Poor
In me a sense has felt like each,
One causes others to wonder of strange beliefs,
In a feeding are the poor,
Poor are the opposite of the Rich.
In this side of the valley,
The Rich are better at living,
In opposition to the laughter
Of the Poor.
Poor is not Rich,
And Rich carries no Wealth
Of Heavenly Times.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Love Without End
Love without End
Love will never end
I would make your dreams become true
only if you would want me to
If your dream were to travel
I would sail around the world
to the depth of the ocean
we would enjoy the ride
If your dream were to fight for life
I would challenge death
to console your soul with prayer
to do what is right
If your dream were to be rich
I would empower your self-esteem
and be an anchor to your dream
If your dream were to be a soldier
I would be your Sargent at arms
protecting you from your enemy
guiding you from harm
If you dream were to find fame
I would attract popularity
with gainful employment
with fame and popularity the same
If your dream were to find peace
I would give you my soul
we would be in this together
through rich or through poor
If your dream were to find charity
I would give you my heart
our love would be forever
from sickness and health do we part
If I could answer your prayer
I would give you my faith
through all hope
Love will give or take
If man can dream
I would be your counterpart
to love, to hold, to Cherish
Forever love, forever love, forever love
poem by Angela Khristin Brown
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The Humiliation Of My People
my rich brother politician
is humiliating my people
poor people,
never empowered to stand on their
own feet, they keep waiting
for masters
to make them whole again
crippled, and limping
my rich brother's hand keep
pretending to take
them from the
quicksands of poverty
but i know the mind of my
rich brother whose laughter sounds like
the devil
now that he needs all of them
he feeds them and clothes them
but soon these will simmer
and fade and the truth
about my rich brother comes out
but it will be late already
my rich brother has already taken the power
and enriches himself some more
leaving my poor people back in their shanties
again scavenging for food
and begging for clothing
the humiliation will never stop
from time to time all of them shall be hailed
like those in
the Schindler's list.
but soon there will be light and music
and progress
streams of yellow rays from the Sun God
possessed with
Integrity and Truth
and Justice and
Goodness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I’m Pretending
I’m pretending nothing happened,
that we are still together.
I’m pretending you never
went away with someone new.
I’m pretending we are still a couple,
that you are still nearby.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending that our love
still shines brightly.
I’m pretending that you still care
and lying to myself each day.
I’m pretending that you just stepped out
and that you are not far away.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending it always summer
and that winter never comes.
I’m pretending life is as it was
and I’m forever with you.
I’m pretending you are with me
and not in the arms of someone new.
I’m pretending that I am smiling
and that I’m not feeling blue.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
20 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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About the only difference between the poor and the rich, is this, the poor suffer misery, while the rich have to enjoy it.
quote by Josh Billings
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The poor rich
Who is poor rich? Who is rich poor?
A lone duck among swans is poor rich.
A lone swan among ducks is rich poor.
Each circle has either of one in it.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Glory! Glory!
Hey when that look is in your eyes
I can see my fate
Yes I see my fate
Hey when that look is in your eyes
I can see my fate
Yes I see my fate
Hey got the sun up in the sky
But it comes too late
Yes it comes too late
Im like a dog
When I come crawlin back-to-you
Crawlin back-to-you
You wanna play god
I can see it in your eyes
See it in your eyes
Huh! glory! glory! glory! glory! glory!
Hey I bring you joy - I bring you love
But you walk away
Always walk away
Hey you look down on me from above
And I see my fate
And Im not enough
But - like a dog, I come crawlin back to you
Crawlin back to you
You wanna play god
I can see it in your eyes
See it in your eyes
Huh! glory! glory! glory! glory! glory!
Take it from the rich
And give it to the poor
Oh yeah you wanna take it from the rich
And give it to the poor
Take it from the rich and somehow
Give it to the poor
Ha! but you want - glory! glory! glory! glory! glory!
Well you got - glory! glory! glory! glory! glory!
Ch-ch-ch-woo-hoo!
Take it from the rich
Give it to the poor
All you want is glory
From the boy next door!
song performed by by Underworld
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Magnetic Game
Every poor uses slang
But the crux of the fun
Is that every one wants to be a rich man
If one day I become the richest one
On that day I surely will be a fakir or nun
And my whole property will be for the poor man
As I need nothing more than
Two pieces of cloths
And two timely meals
But in the middle there is a game
Very non-materialistic
People call it name and fame
Towards it every one madly rushes in
As it is very, very magnetic
But you can not earn any thing
Until it is given to you by the masses, the poor man
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Heroes Live Forever
You are the light that shines in everyone
The truth that's there for all to see
You are the voice that speaks to everyone
You're the heroes we'd all like to be
You live the dreams that lie within our soul
With a passion that cannot be denied
You bring the whole world together as one
And we'll always be by your side
And all the world will join in celebration
And all the world will share the joy you bring
And all the power, the hope and inspiration
In all their glory the nations all will sing
Heroes live forever
Heroes live forever
Always we'll remember
Heroes live forever
Since the dawn of history
(Since the dawn of history)
In searching for our destiny
(In searching for our destiny)
To be the best that we can be
(To be the best that we can be)
Heroes...
Heroes live forever
Heroes live forever
Always we'll remember
Heroes live forever
Heroes live forever
Heroes live forever
Always we'll remember
Heroes live forever...
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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The Damet world
Poor dog
Walking
On the street...
Rich dog
In side
The home
Sounded
Waa...wa...waa...
poor street dog
Also
Sounded...
Dog also
poor or rich...?
The damet world...!
waa waa
waaaa
Rich and poor dogs...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Tears of the poor
Tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich.
Shedding of blood
Rich man's headache,
Poor men's justice.
Water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish,
Fire is the only solution
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is lover's desire
Poor men's unbearable pain.
Din is the only right choice
To put forth your demand.
Dew is the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and the king,
Morning is the 1st step
Of that poor men's sufferings.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Weasel words with easy starts are not the first ones to our hearts
Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
when the cold cadaver light of day
takes one of those we love away
After the funeral
- when the funeral was over
- After we had buried him
We walked across the grass
We walked across the grass
leaving footprints in the dew
footprints in the dew
How was that possible
’God’s name how was that possible
with him forever
And now, forever
footprints forever
looking back across the grass
The warmth of the day
losing us all, forever
poem by Sean Joyce
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Bailout My Soul
My soul, is now empty
I know not, what to think
of this demise from, the rich and greedy
Shame on you all, forgettin' the poor and needy
The human spirit will still, soar on through
Although the poor are forgotten
oh my, thats' me and you
It's not that your poor
with your money machines
printing what ceo's need
more of the green
For we are in a worldy mess
never were poor mentioned
as Dylan once spoke
this so called rich American society
is but a joke
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Poor Folks Town
The work is hard and the hours are long
The money aint much but we get along
Were rich in things can give
That cant be bought with a dollar bill
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no carpets on the floor
Weve got wall to wall love
Who could ask for more
We got no big fine things to show
Just a place to watch our children grow
We got no big fine fancy car to drive
And no fancy clothes to keep in style
What weve got were payin on
But its mostly love that were livin on
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
Weve got a little simple church nearby
And the promise of a mansion in the sky
A heart of gold a million dollar smile
And a one way ticket to paradise
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Tears Of The Poor Man
The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings...
poem by Denis Martindale
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