Poem Of Our Souls
Our seeking went beyond
sheding of tears,
out of enough we lost
jugdment, pain of the past
has thoroughly touch
me in an unpeaceful
place...
Penury and poverty has
turn me into mischief,
richies yet penury disagree
my wealth
our jubilation don't last
long yet tribulation
cometh
in notime,
poverty can jubilate without
fear of jugdment.
Penury.....
Penury has eatup
our plenty, poverty
now call us poor
poverty creeps into our
life and eat, drink
what we had left
in our store yet
he still pronounce us
penury.
Our souls walks alone
kings seeks shelter in
th darkcold wintet
calling on motherearth
to favour our pocket
puting penny into
penury still nothing can
change by chance
poem of our
souls'.
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Philanthropist
A man works hard, as if
To remove poverty in the world,
He donates several dollars off and on for it, and
He gazes then struts with puzzling,
He breaks heart of the indigent. Penury is more visible in the dark,
The despondent waits all night long,
Feels morning will never come;
When cock crows and sun rises,
He obeys his hunger and thirst. No desire to see function of life,
Being quailed and sad,
But immune and vulnerable to poverty.
Real generosity human to human,
That is feasible remedy of that!
poem by M.D. I.B.S. Sipi
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A New And A Better World
A new and a better World I may not live to see
But the time is not far distant when all people will live free
Of oppressive regimes and terrorism and greed and poverty
For all of those poor victims of capitalism who live in penury.
A new and better World may be a century away
And I for one will not be around for to celebrate that day
And though one hundred years may seem far off in time not a lengthy span
Only the life time after all of one long lived woman or man.
We may not be that far away in time when ageing people will recall
We never thought we'd live to see the day of a fair go for all
When people are not discriminated against due to their religion or race
And in human society for poverty and oppression there isn't any place.
A new and a far better World for me will come too late
For time is ever ticking and the reaper for me wait
But the day is not that distant when people in wars or of hunger will not die
And a fair go is something that all people will enjoy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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Poverty In The 21st Century
It’s the 21st century
The media displays it day and night,
Poverty.
Poverty across the globe lies
Poverty cries out from the belly of little boys
Little girls, parents too
Desperately searching for food,
Shelter, clothing, for love,
Companion, for attention
Those with plenty, refuse
To amend, a world haunted by
Poverty.
Is poverty affecting the rich?
Are their poverty the same
As the poor in financial constrains?
For they, too, poverty of love
I see poverty in the learned
I see poverty in those whose
Selfish acts are destroying society.
I see poverty in all level of humanity
The world is still an imperfect place
Yet life is still beautiful, the wind
Blows, we see it not, give thanks
For what you possess, now go,
Help if you can along the way,
Help to eradicate poverty
In your surrounding, widen
Your boundary across your
Country, to nations of the world.
Help to fight poverty, now!
poem by Winston Harding
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Music From Penury
He was destined
To shoulder the family
That left in penury
As his pappa breathed last!
He had the legacy
Not of the wealth
But of the rich music
That his pappa gave!
He was introvert
And still continue to be
An introvert even on
Arrival of luck unending!
When he loitered
The streets with gnawing
Hunger and thirst
The music in his veins
Roared and roamed
And he sang aloud
That reverberated
The sorrow and misery
Of the poor
And awesome penury!
It was life's philosophy
The dire rough facts
That made him
To wove the rhythm
The art of music magic
That even stopped
The running 'time'
To halt and listen
And move again enjoying
His mellifluous music
That mix the folklore
The divine music
The African jungle music
The nerve tingling music
That finally gave birth
To a new born music!
He turned into
Alla Raha Rehman!
He uttered: Bismillah
Al-Rahman, Al-Rahim!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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You Talk To Me Of Pain
You talk to me of pain
Of love, lust and hate.
.
You talk to me of eternity,
Of death, hell, and frivolity.
.
You talk to me of yesterday,
Of regrets, of past mistakes.
.
You talk to me of religion,
Of God, and the power of institution.
.
You talk to me of right and wrong
of man's folly, and the the destruction in war.
.
You Talk to me of Heavenly,
Of law, love and poverty.
.
In the creeks, another family,
Abandoned, wallowing in penury.
.
Another mother and child, dying in need
Of leaders, with empty promises
.
Brothers, these are the things,
That kills our beloved country.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Stalks no bar
As lotus, fair and lovely,
By water is not soiled
She, frail and comely
By birth is not spoilt.
As pearl, fine and glossy,
By oyster is not bruised
She, tender and brainy,
By class is not sullied.
As melon, lush and succulent,
By draught is not shrunken
She, deft and nimble,
By penury is not sunken.
By beauty, grace and dexterity
Is love well nourished;
By poverty, traits and parentality
Is love not eclipsed.
Otherwise it is not love
06.06.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Need More Love And Understanding Of Others
We need more love and understanding of others in the World we live in today
Materialism and greed for money is the cause of spiritual decay
The gap between the haves and the have nots keeps widening and too many live in poverty
How can you feel love if you are hungry and homeless love doesn't bloom amongst penury
There are millions of angry people in the bigger World out there
And who can blame them for feeling unloved and of hope living in despair
They become poorer whilst a minority grow wealthier life on them is not very fair
Without food the body does not survive one cannot live entirely on air
The wealthy keep on getting wealthier money makes more money as some do say
The greed of some gives rise to poverty for others it does seem for to be this way
Some waste food the bounty of Nature whilst many don't have food to eat
The great gifts of love and understanding of others are strangers to poverty street
And the wealthy as ever growing wealthier in their case it is much wants more
In a World where millions are growing poorer the people we tend to ignore.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Heavenly bodies and Nobodies
The penury is the only valuable ornament they wear.
Their far relatives who are in the heaven hoax them in their dreams.
They call these innocents as heathen.
Once in a blue moon they come to the earth with their flickered flying saucers and fly in the face.
This flightless flimsy souls who are penniless and how do they afford the passage to heaven?
They regretted and left behind in the furnace named hell.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 20
Satan cannot conquer the righteous and the sultan the poor.
Lend nothing to a prayerless man
Although his mouth may gasp from penury;
Because he who neglects the commands of God
Will also not care for what he may be indebted to thee.
Spirituality Reality
The dream games
played by mortals
can't touch my sense of life
Abundance is my heritage
Not penury and strife
What seems to be
Is not what is
But hints to what is real
We can't be fooled
We must look past
To what we know and feel
We must hold in our mind
The Truth of Life Divine
Where Peace and Love
are ever ours
For the sake of all mankind
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Object Lesson
Nobody cares, nobody dares.
Show sympathy to such as me.
I’m just a bum, an unwelcome
reminder that you too may com.
to know the depths of misery.
Although you do not want to see,
avert your eyes as you pass by.
You can ignore my plaintive cry.
I too was rich and would not see
that bums deserved some sympathy.
But fate stepped in and fate taught me.
Disaster can strike suddenly.
Reducing men to penury.
From great success to poverty.
Remember this it could be you
here begging for a buck or two.
Just pocket change you can well spare
Can make my life easier to bear
I’m still a man who needs to eat
although I’m living on the street.
You can pass by disdainfully
I learnt my lesson painfully
and so in time my friend could you
in the same way that I had to.
I would much rather earn my way
But fate took all I had away.
She sprang it on me by surprise
perhaps in order to chastise.
me for my inability.
To show a little charity.
to those who had much less than me
I suffered enforced bankruptcy.
I’m not the bum you choose to see.
Today you can look down on me
in the same way I chose to do.
when I was as blind as you.
14-Nov-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Shadow Inside My Shadow
poverty is not my cousin,
is not my lover,
is not my preacher,
poverty is not my brother.
poverty is not my prayer,
or the song that i sing
is not my answer
poverty is not my dream.
poverty is not my teacher,
not the hand that i hold.
poverty is not my anger,
not my spirit, not my soul.
ah! but this poverty is real
it races thru my mind
crashes into my heart,
& leaves me deaf and blind.
poverty is my companion.
the aching cold inside my hollow.
the blow behind my eyes,
poverty is the shadow
inside my shadow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thirst for God
When in penury
Man hunts for wealth.
He is then ever in thirst
And in quenching it he gets crazy.
In the process of amassing wealth
He loses his health.
And to his spiritual psyche
There strikes an injury.
If his thirst is channelized towards God
He comes under the umbra of His Mercy.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Tears Of Poverty
Only there is God
who can feel
the pain
and tears of poverty.
Life do not pass
Time stops its needle
to swing around
Only clouds of
grief and pain
seen surround.
No friends
No help
No sympathy
only there is a
hope that
this darkness of
poverty will
disappear
keep a person alive.
God only see
the tears of
poverty
try to say
you can change
your fate only
with your will power.
Go ahead
I must help you.
I also do not
want to spoil
your tears. Because
darkness never
stay long.
poem by Sanjib Mallick
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Poverty-I
Lot of hunger and having no food is poverty,
Not having spare cloth to take bath is poverty,
Needing a shelter but not having one is poverty,
Child's sick but can not buy treatment, is poverty,
Fainting child dreaming a mouthful of rice is poverty
Searching warmth in cold flesh in winter nights, is poverty,
Sitting with umbrella on wetting bed in showering night, is poverty,
Thoughtful mother, two mouthful of rice and three children, is poverty,
An ill, deserted mother selling her child wishing it will survive, is poverty.
A defeated and desponded mother poisoning and killing her child is poverty,
.
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posted on 31-07-2008
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poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Neglect apathy
Neglect apathy
Causes downfall.
Abject penury
Deprived basic
Amenities
Causes downfall.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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21st Century Cries.
21st century cries.
World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
Looking at this old man with tears in his eyes.
Desperately searching for food love and clothes.
We all know what it clearly indicates and shows.
I see poverty in a rich man trying to break the law.
I see poverty in a well-educated man who thinks the subject is a bore.
I see poverty in a literate man who lacks respect for poor.
I see poverty in you yes you who wants more and more.
Written by salma torrez.
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Poverty is not a Calling
Poverty is not a calling,
Even if the priests think it is.
Poverty is a distraction,
The intellectual must think it so.
Think of the books you could have bought
Had you had money,
Or the food you may have eaten
In a posh hotel.
You soak garri in water
And wipe your mouth,
Then put on a fine shirt
So no one will know.
You are a lie - you know you want more;
Chicken dipped in sauce
And maybe some wine too,
But you cannot afford it.
You are ill
And so run to the chemist;
No doctor for you,
A card is three hundred naira.
Pain killers, multivitamins and blood capsules,
You will still have change;
Why then bother with the syringe
Or the bespectacled grave face?
You see?
Poverty denies you the good life;
You cannot do what
Your seeming betters do.
You discover it is a sad state,
Poverty is not a calling;
We both know that,
Even if we pretend not to.
poem by Samuel Nze
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Sonnet LXII: When First I Ended
When first I ended, then I first began,
The more I travell'd, further from my rest,
Where most I lost, there most of all I wan,
Pined with hunger rising from a feast.
Methinks I fly, yet want I legs to go,
Wise in conceit, in act a very sot,
Ravish'd with joy amid a hell of woe;
What most I seem, that surest am I not.
I build my hopes a world above the sky,
Yet with the mole I creep into the earth;
In plenty I am starv'd with penury,
And yet I surfeit in the greatest dearth.
I have, I want, despair and yet desire,
Burn'd in a sea of ice and drown'd amidst a fire.
poem by Michael Drayton
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