Will Poetry Make You Money?
My friend, Peter asked me last night
“Will your poetry make you money? ”
A question that gave me quite a fright
And kept me up on a sleepless journey
So I listened to the romance of Elvira Madigan
And from the Marriage of Figaro, that knave
Music to inspire feelings so deep in man
While Mozart lies in a pauper’s grave.
I saw the colours and swirls of Van Gogh’s brush
A man so tormented that he lost his ear
But in galleries the crowds gather in a hush
And admire the beauty and not the fear.
I remember a young man spraying graffiti on a wall
As ‘vandalism’, there is a ban
So he painted anonymously for no pay at all
To make his mark and show that he can.
Dylan Thomas laid drunk at the White Horse Inn
Exhausted by his verses and opinion
Dying from too much liquor and too much sin
But for his poetry, Death shall have no Dominion
The image of God under St. Peter’s dome
Designed to Michelango’s fashion
With all the ancient architecture of Rome
That celebrates creation and human passion.
Now a banker lays prostrate on a hospital bed
In his hands is a statement of his worth
His eyes are blank but he stares ahead
Those dollars are the memorial of his birth.
Related quotes
Elvira
Elvira, Elvira
My hear's on fire for Elvira
We look like dought, lips like sherry wine
She can sure enough make my little light shine
I get a funny feelin' up and down my spine
'Cause I know that my Elvira's mine
Giddy up oom poppa omm poppa mow mow
Giddy up oom poppa omm poppa mow mow
Heigh-ho silver, away
Elvira, Elvira
My hear's on fire for Elvira
Tonight I'm gonna meet her to hungry house cafe
And I'm gonna give her all the love I can
She's gonna jump and holler
'Cause I saved up two dollars
She's gonna search and find that preacher man
Elvira, Elvira
My hear's on fire for Elvira
Elvira, Elvira
Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I Dont Write Poetry!
i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...
no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sleepless Eyes Make Sleepless Night
Sleepless eyes make sleepess night
Please world
Give me something to hold on tight,
For even though I have
Sleepless eyes that make sleepess night
I yearn to rest, a rest so peaceful
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Restore my life so it can be in my sight
For all I see is death
Because only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepless night
Rest assues that the world
Will give in and not put up a fight
Otherwise there is but death
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Shine hope back into my life with light
So brightand warm it makes
Death seem not so right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepness night
Give me the strength and will
That the world will share its might
To fight against death
For only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please close your eyes
So death will disappear with the sunlight
And let the world
Be the only one to make right.
poem by Music Galore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Gertrude Stein chews the fat
We asked ourself a question
since no-one else asked it
it was are poems about the poet
or about poetry
or about neither
or about both
and now we had asked this question
we had to answer it and we said
if poetry raises all these questions
the answer must be simply
yes
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Now render to caressing waves of romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
Romance romance romance romance
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I'd asked around 10 or 15 people for suggestions. Finally one lady friend asked the right question, 'Well, what do you love most?' That's how I started painting money.
quote by Andy Warhol
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Friend From Above
I prayed for you before we met
Not knowing who you'd be
I asked the Lord to send me a friend
One chosen just for me.
I asked that they'd be Godly
With wisdom of His ways
A friend to help and guide me
In the trouble of these days.
So often in life we need someone
To listen while we talk
Someone who will not condemn or judge
But encourage us as we walk.
The narrow road we choose to follow
May sometimes make us stumble
But to have a friend to catch our fall
Teaches us to be humble.
When I asked the Lord to send a friend
Though many came and went
He gave me much more than I ever asked
For instead of just one, two He sent.
poem by Tiana Webb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This And That
I ASKED FOR BREAD!
A STONE THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR WATER!
A CUP OF VENOM THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR MEAT!
LO! VEGETABLES THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR CLOTHES!
AND THEY GAVE ME RAGS!
I ASKED FOR WEALTH!
AND THEY GAVE ME POVERTY!
I ASKED FOR PEACE!
AND THEY GAVE ME TROUBLES!
I ASKED FOR LOVE!
AND THEY GAVE ME WICKEDNESS!
TEMPT NOT THIS LORD!
ASK ME NOT FOR HELP!
FOR I SHALL GIVE TO YOU AS YOU GAVE TO ME!
TEMPT ME NOT I SAY!
ASK ME NOT FOR THIS!
FOR I SHALL GIVE YOU THAT!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I would not have done, if I knew it earlier..
When you called me other day,
and told me your sad story,
I should have listened to you, not have done it.
When you called me middle of the night,
and told me that you had given up all hopes,
I should have listened to you only, not have done that.
When you came to my house,
cried your heart out,
I should have listened to you ONLY, not have done that.
When you made a hell out my weak heart,
pestered me to part the hard earned money,
I should have listened to you, not have lent the cash.
When I call you now,
You already changed your phone number,
several times.
When I come to your house,
your neighbors have become old,
and you shifted to a new house.
When I manage to get your new number,
and call you, you do tell me,
that I called the wrong number.
If I knew it earlier,
that you bargained my affection for money,
I would not have lent you the money,
at least I still have a friend or a relative intact.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sleepless Night
Oh, there's a rude little lady
Livin' next to me.
Oh, she sure loves someone,
But it ain't me.
Ev'ry night at twelve o'clock,
They start to rock with all they got.
They keep it up all night.
It just ain't right.
They O.K. by me, I'm not.
He and she, they all right.
Once they start, they never stop
Through this sleepless night.
Once I was her lover.
It was so good to be.
Now she's got somebody else and I can't sleep.
Ooh, nothin' hurts people more than other people do.
But what can you do?
Meanwhile, upstairs, they O.K.
Ev'rythin' is all right.
I wish that I could find a way
Through this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, that wicked lady,
She's got a hold on me.
Ooh, she doesn't want me,
But she won't let me be.
They play that music ev'ry night.
It rocks my bed; it shakes my light.
They ball with all their might.
It just ain't right.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
Ooh, this sleepless night.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Lord Is Always Joking At Me
My lord is always joking at me.
When I asked for a bicycle
he gave me a car.
When I asked for a computer
he gave me a mobile phone.
When I asked for a book
he gave me a pen and a pad of paper.
When I ask for money
he gave me some trees.
When I asked for a bedroom
he gave me a house with a garden
that has many flowers....
My lord is always joking at me!
Though my lord is always joking at me
I know he loves me, anyway.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Two-way Street
Too much water under the bridge?
Too many wrongs to right?
Too much time to try to make up for?
Too many a sleepless night?
You just cram all your misgivings
into a tiny ball
and the floodgates come a pourin'
and you remember it all.
The times when you should have,
the times you held back,
the times when you could have
but pride made you act
as if you would have forever
to change things around,
and as if time would never
take wings from the ground
and escape right from your clutches.
Then the time comes when you ask yourself what?
What would I do different
if I had another chance?
Would I expect any difference
out of romance?
Would I expect you to be
something you're not?
like Romeo, the lover
or a Sir Lancelot?
Now all that water that's under the bridge
and all those things to make right
are still within your grasp you know.
They are still within your sight.
So answer that question you asked before
what would I now do right?
I'd open my heart and not keep it closed
for love is a two-way street,
a sreet where two must meet.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sleepless Night
Mm, oh!
Mm-mm! - mm-mm!
Sleepless night, moon is bright,
All Im asking for is three minute love.
Oh, legs!
What am I gonna do with my legs?
Theyre so hot, they wont stay on the cot and theyre screaming!
Sleepless night,
All Im asking for is three minute love.
Ah, head!
What am I gonna do with my head?
Its so light, it just gives me fright,
Its full of champagne and dreams.
Sleepless night, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, all Im asking for is three minute love.
This brush must sell like crazy!
I mean, theres a lot of lonely people out there, you know.
I wanna go to the ball, I wanna give it all,
I wanna take it all.
Oh, oh, oh.
Sleepless night,
All Im asking for is...
What am I asking for?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sleepless Night
Sleepless night
The moon is bright
All Im asking for is
Three minute love
Legs
What am I going to do with my legs
Theyre so hot
They wont stay on the cot
And theyre screaming!
Sleepless night
The moon is bright
All Im asking for is
Three minute love
Head
What am I going to do with my head
Its so light
It just gives me the fright
Its full of champagne and dreams
Sleepless night
All um umm
All Im asking for is
Three minute love
This brush must sell like crazy
I mean theres a lot of lonely people out there
I wanna go to the ball
I wanna give it all
Ill take it all
Sleepless night
All Im asking for is...
What am I asking for?
song performed by by Lennon John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Radio Romance
(john duarte/mark paul)
I see you baby
Every single day
Holding on to my best friend
But you dont see me
So I make the same request now
Every single night
Going out from me to you
On the dedication line
I wonder if youre listening
To the words that keep me wishing
That one day Ill be kissing you
Wo wo wo
Radio radio romance
Radio radio romance
Radio radio romance
Radio romance
My secret admiration
I wont reveal
I wouldnt want to hurt no one
By tellin how I feel
The dj knows my voice now
He even knows my choice now
He never says my name
He just says from the one
Who loves you baby
Radio radio romance
Radio radio romance
Radio radio romance
Radio romance
One night youll hear a song
And then youll know just who its from
(rap) I see you baby, every single day
Holding on to my best friend
But you dont see me
I wonder if youre listening
To the words that keep me wishing
That one day Ill be kissing you
Wo wo wo
Radio radio romance
Radio radio romance
Radio radio romance
Radio romance
song performed by by Tiffany
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Freedom
Life torments me day and night
never leaving me a moments rest
Oh! God if there is any above the sky
I need freedom, please listen to me
can you hear me, Freedom! Freedom!
I saw in the cold night
an aeroplane or a flying saucer
landed to the field where I stood
someone got down from the plane
and came towards me.
I asked him who are you?
He said a messenger from God
and he gave me a box of gold
which I could not hold
before I opened it, saw something written on the lid.
a gift from your forefathers
the wealth inside to all
those who have the faith in God
divide them into equal.
The box is full of money, oh! money is everything
dollars, pounds, marks, roubles, yens and et cetera.
I did not give a share to anybody and all I spent for myself.
I built a castle on the hilltop
and put a sign at the gate
'Beware of Dogs'
I am the almighty of all and ruling this world
the poor soul cried for freedom
even I am not free at all.
When he cried for freedom
I gave him money and he asked more
I gave him a spouse pure
he is nagging that she is barren
then I gave him children.
He never get satisfied ask more and more
finally I gave him the death.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sleepless Night
Oh, this sleepless night
why do you have to stay in my mind
even when I close my eyes
thoughts of you are flashing
like countless lightnings
all over the fiery sky.
Oh, this sleepless night
how can I ever make this end
how can I ever stop
thinking of you.
Oh you,
please come to me
and help me end
this sleepless night.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Flair Of A Romance
A new environment,
A new life,
A new heaven!
The flair of a romance is what i bring to you;
Like a stair case full of hope.
The flair of a romance,
Walking up and down the stairs!
Listen to the joy of a muse that i bring to you.
Posit,
Tell me why?
love from the Blue River where,
All the fingers are not equal.
Of the romanti night with the plastic,
Of the true love that i share with you;
'Rickmer Rickmers', 'Cap San Diego' and 'James Caird I';
She gave me the apple and i ate it.
'Titanic', Santa Maria', 'Chesapeake' and 'Bulgaria';
All the days are not equal.
'Japanese Prince', Alte Liebe' and James Caird II';
love is like the waterside beauty with a romance.
Let's sail on with 'S.A. Van der Stel',
The flair of a romance with,
Impressions from the sea of love to touch you all;
Sail on the Alster and the Elbe alike to gain a view.
Love from the Blue River where,
All the fingers are not equal;
A new environment is all that you need on this love.
The flair of a romance,
Life is like the sleepless night in St. Pauli;
The flair of a romance,
Life is with its tides to touch you;
She gave me he apples and i ate it.
To the four winds i do respect like,
The flair of a romance in anew heaven!
Love and romance,
Apples ans bananas;
What a day of joy to share with you.
A water source became a river,
The river later became a lake;
She gave me the apples and i ate it!
The lake became a sea,
The sea became an ocean on this love;
For the flair of a romance,
The birds sang for joy on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Suicide's Argument
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
NATURE'S ANSWER
Is't returned, as 'twas sent ? Is't no worse for the wear ?
Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE !
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope,
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope,
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ?
Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, compare !
Then die--if die you dare !
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suicide's Argument, The
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
NATURE'S ANSWER
Is't returned, as 'twas sent ? Is't no worse for the wear ?
Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE !
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope,
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope,
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ?
Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, compare !
Then die--if die you dare !
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!