The Tree Of Life
its leaves
money
its roots
savings
its buds and
flowers
all investments
its virtue
none
the social impact
is gone
it is all vice
avarice
or call it
greed
its creed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Samuel Gardner
I who kept the greenhouse,
Lover of trees and flowers,
Oft in life saw this umbrageous elm,
Measuring its generous branches with my eye,
And listened to its rejoicing leaves
Lovingly patting each other
With sweet aeolian whispers.
And well they might:
For the roots had grown so wide and deep
That the soil of the hill could not withhold
Aught of its virtue, enriched by rain,
And warmed by the sun;
But yielded it all to the thrifty roots,
Through which it was drawn and whirled to the trunk,
And thence to the branches, and into the leaves,
Wherefrom the breeze took life and sang.
Now I, an under-tenant of the earth, can see
That the branches of a tree
Spread no wider than its roots.
And how shall the soul of a man
Be larger than the life he has lived?
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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To K.M.D.
In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Exquisitely folded.
Though no hope of change they felt,
Folded hard together,
Soon their sap begins to melt
In the warmer weather.
Till, when Life returns with Spring,
Through them softly stealing,
All their freshness forth they fling,
Hidden forms revealing. [606]
Who can fold those flowers again,
In the way he found them?
Or those spreading leaves restrain,
In the buds that bound them?
Trust me, Spring is very near,
All the buds are swelling;
All the glory of the year
In those buds is dwelling.
What the opened buds reveal
Tells us—Life is flowing;
What the buds, still shut, conceal,
We shall end in knowing.
Long I lingered in the bud
Doubting of the season,
Winter's cold had chilled my blood-—
I was ripe for treason.
Now no more I doubt or wait,
All my fears are vanished,
Summer’s coming, dear, though late,
Fogs and frosts are banished.
poem by James Clerk Maxwell
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We promote domestic savings by also things like the personal accounts associated with the president's Social Security initiative, which over time would generate more savings.
quote by John W. Snow
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Economic Turns
As the economy continues to turn, many investments fall and burn,
Fueled by an investor’s greed; moved to a want beyond their need.
Money itself is not what’s evil, or does it cause economic upheaval,
But man’s selfish drive for gain, which moves nations to fiscal pain.
It’s the love of money at the heart, of where problems get their start,
That love of money and more loot, that produces inside an evil root,
Seeding in hearts covetousness, far from The Lord’s Righteousness,
A lust and greed, leading men astray, down a dark and broader way.
Looking to be rich for financial relief, pierces a heart with much grief,
Filling a heart with worldly lust, for items destroyed by moth and rust.
While ignoring the things of God, affixing a heart on this earthly sod,
Losing all God’s perfect peace, for this world’s system, that’ll cease.
You can’t serve two masters friend, as only one will stand in the end,
Man cannot serve money and God, Christ said, with a confident nod.
Many griefs are wrapped in sorrow, vacillating from spend to borrow,
While the real thing spent is a life, being mastered, by financial strife.
Just how does it benefit men, to gain the world, but be condemned?
Even if your savings don’t fall, why gain the world to lose your soul?
For all the wealth that you see, will never witness the light of eternity,
While men that invest in the Lord, will continue with Him forevermore.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
The happiness and unhappiness of the rational, social animal depends not on what he feels but on what he does just as his virtue and vice consist not in feeling but in doing.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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When The Heavy Clouds Of Black Come
when those dark heavy clouds
finally come on my roof
i will not think anymore
of any lamentation
i will not think of the threats
that a heavy flood may
come and take away my house
and everything
i will change my point of view
this angle of sight
i will take sides with the way the
trees and the flowers look
at its coming
i will think about the growth of leaves
the spreading of the roots
the blooming of the buds
the fruiting of the flowers
and the ripening
and the lusciousness and
the sweetness of life
beyond the dark, heavy clouds
beyond the rain and the flood
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Brothers And Sisters
now that the roots are dead
and the buds cannot anymore
turn into flowers of their own
we turn back to the seeds
hidden under the ground
we look for the moist patches
and begin to sprout
we give the leaves and then
we become trees ourselves
apart from each other
now, not even knowing what
are our names
we rationalize these separations
the cycle of life
the pathways of survival
the genetic tendrils looking for the light of the sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is easier to run from virtue to vice, than from vice to virtue.
Revolving Debit - Cul-de-Sac Acrostic Sonnet
Restrictions flourish, few attain true aim.
Energies mischannelled, modern man
Victim of his greed no longer can
Options clear identify. Most blame
Life’s treadmill limits, - thoughtless, partial claim.
Vice stifles virtue, leaves truth also-ran.
Is Man Time’s puppet stringed? The minutes fan,
Nor heed his need, whose greed feeds final flame,
Growth self-destructive, rushes blind and lame
Down cul-de-sac climactic for no plan
Exists to feed the homeless. Few dare scan
Between life’s lines which with their fate play games.
Is AIDS a part of some predestined scheme
To right mankind’s abuse of its own dream?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Money For Life
Stand now with the understanding,
You need money for life.
Much money. Less money.
Money for living, or money for greed.
Money for greed, destroys
The beauty of the soul.
Money for living,
A cherished journey of life.
Get your act together,
Use money the right way,
Give of some to those in need.
Money for life, used right,
A treasure to the souls of humanity.
poem by Winston Harding
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Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods -
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
poem by Robert Frost
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Social Security is not a retirement savings plan; it is a social insurance program. It's a contract that says, as a society, we will look out for you and your family when you can no longer work.
quote by Jeff Bingaman
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Greed Is The Biggest Threat To Our Civilization
Greed is the biggest threat to our civilization
It destroys families and it can bring down the nations
Greed is one of the most dangerous desires in human nature
It’ so bad that it can turn human to heartless creature
Greed is the source of financial and social trouble
If is not contain, it can turn earth to the ruble
Greedy person doesn’t believe in values and doesn’t feel guilty
Money to him is like salt water, as he drinks more he gets more thirsty
If human can control his greed
Then world become heaven, that’s what we really need
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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Plight of World’s Children Today
Like buds nipped before turning into flowers;
Like flowers plucked before fully blossoming,
Crushed without being allowed to form seed –
This is the state of world’s children today!
Like seedlings pulled like weeds with roots from soil,
Like sprouted plants that never can turn trees,
With branches trimmed or broken off like twigs –
This is the state of world’s children today!
Like saplings not nurtured by sun and rain,
Like plants, whose leaves are eaten by stray beasts,
Whose roots can never find right type of soil –
This is the state of world’s children today!
When human beings treat their own offspring
In ways inhuman, most condemnable,
How can God bless mankind upon the earth?
No wonder Nature kills adults likewise!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-17-08
poem by John Celes
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Greed And Money
I believe that wanting money is needed.
I do not believe that wanting money is greed,
What I believe is greed; is the overwhelming need
of having more money, then needed.
It takes money to remain in existence.
Listen wanting money is not greed.
And theirs no danger
In giving money to a hungry stranger.
This is the danger: exceeding you needs
And letting the fellow that pleads go hungry.
So next time you see a beggar pleading don’t yonder,
And don’t let him wait any longer
poem by Mindless minds
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Virtue practiced to be seen is not real virtue; vice which fears to be seen is real vice.
By requiring that any surplus in Social Security taxes be returned to the American people in personal savings accounts, the plan ensures that Social Security taxes will be used for Social Security.
quote by Mike Pence
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Money
Stolen by poverty
Let stolen by 'antipoverty'
Might of the mint is an effigy
Endorsed in life's kinetic journey
Rags to riches coiled in coinage
Birth to death in currency-appendage
Food, clothe, shelter hike
Varied labour-men when strike
Target is money-market
Goal is money-profit
Craze is gold locket
Racing in final syndromic silt
To be is to be knowledgeable
Enough is enough satiable
Fear is to fear avarice
Beware is beware of vice, malice
And
Don't we just opine of money a demon
Don't just opine of money either a daemon
Born in this country
We to deify money, Goddess Lakshmi
Bestower of wealth and morality
poem by Indira Renganathan
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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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Lino
i trust you and i repeat
the line of our heritage
from trees we come from
rooted to their roots
this time we let go off
our leaves and even some
of our twigs as we pay
tribute to the change of the
season, but soon, Lino,
and i trust you, we become
trees faithful to the sun again,
soon they shall see buds,
growing from new twigs,
roots growing deeper
probing our loneliness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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