Be A Broker
As a broker, I’m not conscious
Of the result and weight on me,
Sensing no aftermath effect.
Be a broker to God in works.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hope is a broker
While he was stitching the tent of the world,
Fate cut the tent’s ropes of his very life
As the broker of Hope sold him for nothing.
He wasn’t aware Hope was a broker.
16.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We've always had a dual role in the region - friend of Israel, and honest broker. We've given up the honest broker role completely.
quote by Chris Matthews
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Burnt Fingers - 0028
My stockbroker said: 'Do not wait!
If you hesitate it is too late!
Buy Burmah, one - ten,
an upturn is certain,
their North Sea interests are just great!
On portfolio now lies a weight,
whose tale is too sad to relate,
the share is suspen
none know until when,
but the name of that broker does grate!
(12 January 1975)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
quote by Honore de Balzac
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Why is the man (or woman) who invests all your money called a broker?
quote by George Carlin
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Ralphius
Compassion in the world again is bred ;
Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.
poem by John Donne
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A House Broker with Knack
Sitting on the step
of a corner tea-stall in the morning,
he dunked a butter biscuit
in his cup of tea and ate it.
Every new passerby
caught his rapt attention.
If anybody queried about a plot or flat,
he would order one more cup of tea
and insist the guest to take some biscuits too
and push down his hand into his pocket,
as if taking out money and also buy some cigarettes
at the expense of the visitor.
He would then take him to some worthless plots
and after stemming all his financial status,
would show plots at moderate rates,
quoting costly prices as it was in the heart of the city.
The buyer fell himself into pleasure
And the broker swelled in his treasure.
The buyer pays back his loan till he dies
and the broker says goodbye to his hut
For he had to move to his royal inn.
But time has changed
and status of the people improved now.
People are picked up in A.C. cars from their homes
to see the plots and flats and have a nice lunch
before booking commences with all fanfare.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Seemingly Interested
The insurance agent, the doctor,
The lawyer, the teacher and the broker
Are seemingly interested in you.
They are concerned about their existence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Once the brokerage house, rather than the bank, became the locus for American savings, that money would find its way into the stock market, because the broker was someone with a much higher tolerance for risk than the banker.
quote by Ron Chernow
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The judiciary
Which is the most profitable vocation, daddy?
A professional – no;
A business men – no;
A power broker – no;
An artist - no
A politician – no;
In civil service – no.
Then?
To be in judiciary in a corrupt country..
12.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Overdraft In Overdrive
I got a letter this morning
My overdrafts in overdrive
They wanna know what Im gonna do about it
How Im proposing to survive
Stay alive stay alive oooh
They want the money
So I work and work and work ......
Theyre making me roast
The cheques in the post
You neednt worry worry worry....
You hit the roof when Im on the floor
Did I ever let you down before
I got a letter from my broker
He say he broker than me
My silver mine has tarnished over
Im on the road to tragedy
Help me, help me, oooooh
I need the money
So I work and work and work.....
Im deeper in debt, Im covered in sweat
You make me worry, worry, worry....
This nightmares giving me the shakes
Hope I wake and find its all a mistake
I started with nothing, and worked my way down
I know the things that I do, they mystify you
Its a strange way of living
But I like playing with fire
Im always walking the wire
And when the tightrope snaps
Youll see my world collapse
I got a letter this morning
Must be my lucky day
Seems Ive inherited a fortune
Rich uncle sam passed away, away, away, ooooh
Im in the money
No more work and work and work.....
My bankers aghast, Im dripping with cash
No need to worry, worry, worry.....
You need an angel to survive
An overdraft in overdrive
song performed by by 10 Cc
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I was a stock broker once. I think there is an absolute place for market investments. But they should never be the basis of one's retirement. They should be an additional piece on top of a basic, secure, guaranteed retirement benefit.
quote by Barbara Boxer
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Michaela
Million things in the making!
With the muse of love and the muse of peace;
But, where is Michaela your friend?
Worker, poker, joker, broker, stoker, choker;
But, try to express yourself like a winner!
For, you did not shoot the sheriff.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Some—Work for Immortality
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Some—Work for Immortality—
The Chiefer part, for Time—
He—Compensates—immediately—
The former—Checks—on Fame—
Slow Gold—but Everlasting—
The Bullion of Today—
Contrasted with the Currency
Of Immortality—
A Beggar—Here and There—
Is gifted to discern
Beyond the Broker's insight—
One's—Money—One's—the Mine—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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It becomes a giant's task to compute the result when the effect of cross seas, wind at all angles and ever varying force, arched surfaces, head resistance, ratio of weight to area, and the intelligence of the guiding power crop up.
quote by Lawrence Hargrave
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Yesterday As Today
Long ago there lived a Man who was
Crucified for being too loving and too lovable
Strangely, I met this Man three times today;
The first time He was asking a policeman not
To take a prostitute to prison
The second time He was drinking wine
With an outcast
The third time He was having a fist-fight with
A stock-broker inside a church
Two thousand years, and little has changed…
(Inspired by KG)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Monkey Business
The markets up, the Markets down
For weeks it just meanders.
Alas, my stocks are always down
Each time I take a gander.
GM, Lehman, Citicorp
My broker bought for me-
And you can guess the net result-
IHe bought a yacht, not me.
Those friends who don’t avoid me
Say I’ve reversed Midas’ touch.
I don’t turn things I touch to gold
I turn gold into rust.
I’d heard dart tossing Simians
Can best the S & P
So I went to the Zoo this March
to consult a Chimpanzee.
He took the chartt, he threw the dart
And picked a stock for me-
And now I’m getting margin calls
because I bought BP.
He seemed the sage of Omaha
before he ruined me.
I should have tried Orangutans
And paid their higher fee.
They wanted five bananas
My monkey worked for three.
But now I’m bust because I used
the discount Chimpanzee.
I might have dodged a massive loss
And profited besides
Had I but heeded the baboons’
Sell signaling behinds
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Send In the Clowns
That's what they do
In a three-ring circus
When something goes wrong
They send in the clowns
It's to distract the audience
From the ring with a problem
Sometimes a net breaks
Sometimes an animal balks
A political example
Of sending in the clowns
Is Ms. Clinton being sent
To the Mideast to broker peace
The resulting cease fire
In a fagile tent
That may catch fire
Then it's back to weasons for hire
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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For A Younger Brother....
we are spaced in a span of
ten long years
we have no bridges
and i am one broker boat without oars
brother
you must understand about the fact of our
misunderstanding
though we showed we tried to make links
upon one post to another
there are no morning glories
i have seen no gates or exits or entrances
there is nothing enticing at all in all these
bickering
brother
we must learn to accept
the wisdom of distance
the comfort of space
we have only thoughts
so far away from each other
and then we live
separate ways again
in a land that welcome us
in a place without a scent of any regret
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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