Money Can’t Buy Health
A Christmas gift
for corporate dynamo.
Who has everything.
Except good health.
Unfortunately
money.
Can’t buy.
Good.
Lifelong health.
Sadly
unfortunately
for prosperous
rich.
Who have
everything else.
Except a
good heart.
Wrong.
This is an age
of miracles.
Exploiting
medical wonders.
Unethical
amoral operations.
Proverbial age
of miracles
and wonder.
Medical marvels.
Heart lung kidney machine
now primitive
more expensive painful option.
Now obsolete;
tragic; time consuming;
has been inconvenience.
The rich man’s dream.
The rich man’s dreams.
Always involved exploitation.
They always wanted
an arm, and a leg.
Your blood, sweat,
and a cupful of tears.
The new twist
of the knife.
Is just surgically
tearing heart out.
Though the choice
involves undesirable;
though acceptable
life compromise.
The buying in of foreign;
former communist;
not prime capitalist;
sold pristine body parts.
Still a wonderful, consumer
dream bargain,
with nice young fresher,
state executed choice.
Chinese boast parts
no one sells it fresher.
Prime heart,
lung, kidney.
Just ten thousand
dollar, each piece.
Rich American European Capitalists
Buying health with wealth.
With criminally convicted
Chinese body parts. Sliced to order.
Funny how victims slain internationally.
Politically framed. Are almost exclusively.
Young and healthy. Young and healthy.
Never never never innocent wealthy?
poem by Terence George Craddock (17 December 1998)
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Money Ain’t God
Money is not God,
Albeit good health and great wealth
Will put a commoner in the position to afford
The most luxurious amenities on earth.
God is wealth;
Good health
Is the richest gift
That can be bestowed on a chief.
Money is like a gaud;
It is a fraud
To think that money is God.
A King or a Queen, without good health,
Is sinking at the bottom;
He or she is dead, indeed worthless.
A penniless pauper, with great health,
Is wealthier than one can fathom;
He or she is darn blessed.
God is wealth;
God is health;
Money ain’t God;
Money ain’t God.
Good health and great wealth
Are like divine gifts;
Adding a little wisdom and a good heart,
Such combo will put a cherub on a celestial lift,
Where life is wonderful and set apart.
God is wealth;
Good health
Is the richest gift
That can be bestowed on a chief.
Money is like a gaud,
It is a fraud
To think that money is God.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Money, Money
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
song performed by by ABBA
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Lines Indited With All The Depravity Of Poverty
One way to be very happy is to be very rich
For then you can buy orchids by the quire and bacon by the flitch.
And yet at the same time People don't mind if you only tip them a dime,
Because it's very funny
But somehow if you're rich enough you can get away with spending
water like money
While if you're not rich you can spend in one evening your salary for
the year
And everybody will just stand around and jeer.
If you are rich you don't have to think twice about buying a judge or a
horse,
Or a lower instead of an upper, or a new suit, or a divorce,
And you never have to say When,
And you can sleep every morning until nine or ten,
All of which
Explains why I should like very, very much to be very, very rich.
poem by Ogden Nash
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Money Money Money
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Aint it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
Thats too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldnt have to work at all, Id fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
A man like that is hard to find but I cant get him off my mind
Aint it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldnt fancy me
Thats too bad
So I must leave, Ill have to go
To las vegas or monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Its a rich mans world
song performed by by ABBA
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The Choice
Some inherit manly beauty,
Some come into worldly wealth;
Some have lofty sense of duty,
Others boast exultant health.
Though the pick may be confusing,
Health, wealth, charm or character,
If you had the chance of choosing
Which would you prefer?
I'm not sold on body beauty,
Though health I appreciate;
Character and sense of duty
I resign to Men of State.
I don't need a heap of money;
Oh I know I'm hard to please.
Though to you it may seem funny,
I want none of these.
No, give me Imagination,
And the gift of weaving words
Into patterns of creation,
With the lilt of singing birds;
Passion and the power to show it,
Sense of life with love expressed:
Let my be a bloody poet,--
You can keep the rest.
poem by Robert William Service
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I Am Rich
Good God, my fortune has been foretold,
It is a disappointing fact and religious dreams are dead.
Distinguished people will lack practice when given wealth,
But I am enough to say, I a rich man is today in health.
Money is the objective, and your purpose is mine,
The same has burnt in the mandibles of men
Who shiver and release a hand for those in service,
Who is the service, and who is the blame?
My money, my money! I ask for nothing other than it.
Good God, my design is like yours, I love itself and no scene shall end it,
Only crying has been laughter, and living been gaze,
When the richer habits are kept, too much collection,
And to tightly hold the gold has been a collection.
O God I am rich!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Health and Wealth
When I had health, I strived to earn more wealth;
I toiled so hard that I soon lost my health!
When I got wealth, more vice crept in by stealth;
My wealth was gone, so also my good health!
So, keep your health and earn some wealth;
Don't earn more wealth and lose all health;
Just use your wealth to keep your health;
In life on earth, Health is your wealth!
poem by John Celes
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Rich Beyond Compare
Everyone has their dreams,
always hoping one day
those dreams will come true
and I am no exception.
My dream was to become rich and famous
and some of my dream has come true.
I am rich beyond compare,
but not in money, oh no.
Richer than that by far.
I am rich with friends
that spread around the world
that I have adopted them into my family.
I guess I’m almost famous
as my work is read around the world.
Though fame doesn’t bother me anymore,
it is the richness of my friendships
I hold close to my heart.
No amount of money can make me richer
than what I am now,
rich with caring friends.
11 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Cardiac
A mattock high he swung;
I watched him at his toil;
With never gulp of lung
He gashed the ruddy soil.
Thought I, I'd give my wealth
To have his health.
With fortune I would part,
And privilege resign,
Could I but have his heart,
And he have mine . . .
Then suddenly I knew
My wish was true.
Like him I swung: with awe
He marked my steady breath.
Then suddenly I saw
That he was sick to death.
My heart in him was frail
And seemed to fail.
Said I: 'Take back your heart
And I will bear with mine.
Poor lad! All wealth apart
'Tis murder I design,
Not all a Nabob's wealth
Is worth your health.'
poem by Robert William Service
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Without A Few Good Laughs A Day
Success is only really what does matter if you go by with what most people do say
But life it would surely be very boring without a few good laughs a day
If you cannot laugh you're in trouble some even find it hard to smile
There are people with heaps of money who feel living life scarce worth-while
One has to feel sympathy for them their gift of life they don't enjoy
When they buy presents for their young child they buy the most expensive toy
Yet their money cannot make them happy they live their lives burdened by care
It Doesn't mean you will be happy when you become a millionaire
The praises of the rich and famous so many feel happy to sing
But if money could make people happy then money would buy everything
Unhappiness some people are born with and 'tis something money cannot cure
But I'd rather be wealthy and unhappy than being poor and miserable though the choice is a poor one for sure
If money could solve all of our problems then our biggest problem would be small
But money cannot buy you happiness and that's the greatest gift of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nationalistic Catastrophe Governs-Mentally Engendered
In New Zealand
potential equalled people
source sustaining
planned future prosperity.
Turkey’s critical
expanding ethnic cultures
within politically
limited land mass.
Attracts foreign forces like PPK
influencing social degeneration.
Profit geared militarist capitalist
environmental economic rape ruination.
Potentially ultimately neo-liberalism
nationalistic amoral annihilation.
New Zealand required operation...?
Nats (national) Nazi health care policy.
User pays death awaiting...
on delaying pain credit waiting lists?
Die by waiting expedient
political cost cutting agenda.
Armed offenders
face off with paroled
formally institutionalized crazies
in community released liquidation?
Self medicated not sequel
equals tragic home shoot out.
On street gun running fad
future police shooting scenarios?
While eighty thousand await judgement
on crown health hospital operational lists.
Pensioners dying to painful order
on Jenny Mengler’s experimental...
“Twelve months
about right”
good long wait not theoretical
permanent damage done
observational negligence
six star programme.
Faithfully fulfilling party policy
her personal vow paraphrased
to destroy free public health.
In Nats created lower class
old aged devaluation eradication.
Nats Rodent rats
respectively rich ones
sell welfare posterity into slums.
Mistaken myth
money cleanses
every fat crime.
Of what’s that you say?
National Party Leader, New Zealand Prime Minister,
Jenny Shipply; needs an operation.
Poor dear. At least she will not suffer trauma
extra; while painfully ill; have to mortgage her home;
to pay for an expensive; private operation.
Of what’s that you say?
Poor little Jenny Shipley has politically...
empowered jumped operation waiting list.
Got her “Twelve Months
About Right operation
in miracle only two days.
So much for her national leader belief
“Twelve months about right”
for crown health operational lists.
Guess she is privilege exempt
from personal pain misery
dicing with death waiting lists?
Would not like to beat
on her hypocritical
re-election chances though...
but it is better than waiting to die.
“Twelve months
about right”
a legacy of pain misery.
poem by Terence George Craddock (1995)
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Only For You
Dear heart, good morning
Colorful rays of sun are ready to greet you.
Wake up, wake up.
People in the ground walking and jogging.
And huge laughter of group of humanity.
Everything for you.
Each one of us pray for you.
A healthy and refreshing heart.
Make a healthy and wealthy body.
For a healthy smile on every human being.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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If i were a rich biatch!
If i was rich,
i'd buy lots of things,
glitzy bits,
and diamond rings,
there would be,
no money rashings,
i'd have to follow,
the trendy fashions,
i'd eat out in expensive places,
and you would still see,
the same old wasters,
if i were rich,
i'd have no money worries,
i would get down to the shops in a hurry,
but i'm not rich,
and i never will be,
i work hard for my money,
and that is me!
poor or rich?
i can't choose which,
but i will never be a rich biatch! !
poem by Emma Jane Rae
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Memories of Youth
Memories of youth are emerging, desisting, then reemerging,
Fully apt for the taking, magically presented by the mind.
Youth is a wonderful endeavour of the rich, the blamed,
Who struck their riches in health as well as wealth.
Health is far superior to the strength of a business,
This business is sick and final, working like a trick.
We describe fully a general air, a young memory of worth,
This joy brings full dreaming and dreams so splendid a spectacle,
We enjoy themselves, the dreams are forcing their way through
Like a soldier of strong bravery, the worst enemy is against him.
poem by Naveed Akram
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China Town Work Ethic
China Town has many more business's I do say
because hard working Chinese people made it that way.
Having a good work ethic that made America strong
Chinese Americans work their business hours extra long.
Now I do patronize a Chinese Health food store
I bought herbs there and they gave me health advice galore.
So Thank the Chinese people for bringing customs and expertise
for they too have right to live the American dream.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 21,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tragic in the World.
If you can learn from all the tragic in the world
You can come out as a winner.
But, only if you find the true Spirit, humbleness,
Appreciation for all life, with the great faith in goodness.
Not in fear, tragic or just in a poor survival,
Learn to see the great riches everywhere,
Do not believe in shortage
See how many stars are in the sky,
How many grain of sand all around,
How many grass comes up, even in impossible
places.
Even how much money is wasted by the governments.
If you are in this moment in the middle of it, do not
dwell on fear,
But keep telling yourself: 'I'll go through this & I open my mind
For plenty (or health or happiness) .
When you believe this, somehow life will bring lessons
To achieve your dream
Be patient, follow your feelings.
If one can see the riches of this Earth,
Eventually will be able to attract a great deal
It is not men who gives the income,
But everything comes from the treasury of the Spirit
This is how the rich people attracts theirs
Same time how the poor are loosing even what they have.
By only Faith in good or bad.
Remember:
'The rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer.'
What can be done?
Let go, relax, stop fighting against the wind,
Open your mind for beauty, harmony, plenty,
No matter where you are.
But do not tell Spirit that you Want a mansion or a diamond.
Anyway, life gives you what you need to your next lesson,
And not what You want.
You have a choice.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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A drinking song
Come, brothers, share the fellowship
We celebrate to-night;
There's grace of song on every lip
And every heart is light!
But first, before our mentor chimes
The hour of jubilee,
Let's drink a health to good old times,
And good times yet to be!
Clink, clink, clink!
Merrily let us drink!
There's store of wealth
And more of health
In every glass, we think.
Clink, clink, clink!
To fellowship we drink!
And from the bowl
No genial soul
In such an hour can shrink.
And you, oh, friends from west and east
And other foreign parts,
Come share the rapture of our feast,
The love of loyal hearts;
And in the wassail that suspends
All matters burthensome,
We 'll drink a health to good old friends
And good friends yet to come.
Clink, clink, clink!
To fellowship we drink!
And from the bowl
No genial soul
In such an hour will shrink.
Clink, clink, clink!
Merrily let us drink!
There's fellowship
In every sip
Of friendship's brew, we think.
poem by Eugene Field
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A Well Respected Man
cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
cause his world is built round punctuality,
It never fails.
And hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with councilors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills
At every suave young man
cause hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
cause hes better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his fathers loot,
When pater passes on.
cause hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
cause hes dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.
cause hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
song performed by by Kinks
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I'm Rich
As I sit here and think of what I’m worth,
I realize I’m the richest person on earth.
I have a wonderful spouse who loves me
And loving children that we often see.
Our gorgeous grandchildren keep us young
Through their joy we’ve found we’re among
The ones learning from the wisdom they show
By their questions and intense desire to know.
My very good mental and physical health
Are additional assets to my abundant wealth.
New days are invaluable gifts that must be
Efforts to better a world so good to me.
Relatives and friends are key parts of my life.
I live in a beautiful home with my lovely wife.
The rest are things I may want but don’t need
Since I’m now the richest of this human breed.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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