#profit
for what profit does a man make a poetry site?
it is a puzzlement for me, for I would rather wrest away those viable hours writing poetry itself!
this is not a trifling matter, for if anything, the poems are the trifles and the truffles!
I thank God for fools such as these whose many thousand by them are pleased, and take and give my pleasures freely, but never forgetting
the ones who are the facilitators
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À quoi bon créer un site de poésie ?
Cela me laisse perplexe, car je préférerais consacrer ces précieuses heures à écrire de la poésie !
Ce n'est pas une mince affaire, car, au contraire, les poèmes sont un véritable trésor !
Je remercie Dieu pour ces fous qui, par leurs versets, plaisent à des milliers de personnes et partagent généreusement mon plaisir, sans jamais oublier
ceux qui rendent tout cela possible.
nml. f i n i
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:23 AM UTC
See the soldier with his Guns
Boldly marching off to war
Fighting for the rich and greedy
So that they can earn some more
Death and glory, honour, courage
This of you they do espy
Sitting in their golden castles
Smiling smugly as you die
Band of brothers, comrades, duty
are the bonds they place upon
young men dying in futility
for wars that never can be won
Hear the names that earn the dollars
playing on the fields of strife
They bear the names of politicians
who's actions served to start the fight
Meanwhile turn the cogs of war
Costing ever more and more
for missiles, guns and ammunition
to feed these acts of gross Attrition
And if comes peace as they may call it
even though death still abounds
We'll engineer another Conflict
to raze a country to the ground
Feed the greed and fight the war
Do not question rich man's law
Take your gun and go to fight
for your God and what is right
The Rich they sit and fill their coffers
looking out for other offers
To scratch the itch of being rich
That never will subside
And so the wars continue on
The TV shows another one
where rich man's cannon fodder face
Death, in a foreign, faraway place
And so rules the mighty dollar
Wall street sends a rousing holler
to war as a means towards an end
and the rich man's dearest friend
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 5:31 AM UTC
Accompanied with the wealth of despair,
Anyone who profits on emotions
Earns themselves a chance to freedom.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
Knotted prospectus,
calculated till separation—
yet a contract of love.
A ring, a bouquet, a ball gown,
but never a glass-slipper tale.
Measured like stocks—
bear and bull take the seat,
business as proposal,
merchandising scheme.
A gamble of
profitable shares,
or stressful affair.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
Remember they're monsters
Not just in theory, but really
It's no longer about the evidence
(If it ever was...)
But a call to collusion
They want you silent
Unless you recite after them
So they can write papers
On pipe dreams
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Peace comes with surrender or destruction
Peace comes with restraint by greater powers
Powers ordained from on high for peace
But cowardly harlots wooing kings for profits
That such powers now impotent and abused
The heavenly decree profaned and corrupted
Peace is at an end, peace no more on earth
So too goodwill and favour abrogated
And judgements come, the book of life closed
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 11:44 PM UTC
We will burn you.
Your belly is full of power
That is not yours
The collective charge of a millennia of silenced people
Your greed is a starving parasite
In an empty carcass
Today she is rewarded with a diagnosis for her insight
Tomorrow he is fitted with a muzzle for his tenderness
We will burn you.
Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 6:57 PM UTC
Rev Pea
It's all about the features and benefits
Make a product which will benefit
The users satisfaction oh yes
An aeroplane that delivers
All promised things and more
This one they got right
Even if it's costly beyond compare
For a century it'll reap profits
Make them rich beyond realms
Not to mention the next one
More capable more costly
More profits more sold
Lockheed did this right
No revenue in peace
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 10:45 PM UTC
Peace Profit
Made in a country near you
Things to do a job
What type of job?
To heal to **** to create to destroy
All in the ACME factory
Ready steady go get to work!
Fulfil your shift
Do your quota
Finish the order yesterday
There's much work to be done
You busy little bees
Make the fat boss rich
Capitalist wage slaves
Even the commies are the same
Make some more do the work
Enrich the rich you ******
There's no profit in laziness or peace
We are all environmental commodities
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 5:32 PM UTC
Shed No tears
There we go the same thing all over again
More of the same nothing changes
But the location and date
Death is death
Killing is killing
War profit is war profit
Way it goes from Napoleon to now
The dollar amount increases
Making the fat cats fatter
Their bank accounts rise to God
This will never ever end
Like the Alien films
They rule and own all things
Not even aliens can stop this
War is big business
And death is death
Shed no tears...
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 6:06 PM UTC
Big bucks being made/weapons sales contracts, slush fund/death big business
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 1:29 PM UTC
Powered matter leaves their origin,
Into a land in the distance,
Residing in the hearts of children
Offering everything but resistance,
Exchanging life and his riches
For the taste of blood in their kisses.
A child is a sacrifice
For what is right
In the prophet’s eyes
And minds that are blind
To the lies that bind
His cries and surmise-s.
The prophet’s prophecy
Is to gain profit from gases
More flammable that propane.
His fingers, crossed and lost,
His veins, lost its blue,
His skin, has turns chartreuse
With the sight of the new moon.
A new dawn begins
With the same sun,
Covered by new clouds.
Sounds of the innocent,
Muffled by the lead they’re
Buried in.
Their fears of growth
Disappear with their sight.
But it’s alright,
It’s in the name of Liberty,
Currency, and Democracy.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
How did we forget to know
The souls of all but human beings?
When did we stop listening
To language different
To the one we speak with ease?
Those elders knew, they were involved
With nature, not apart
They worked together
Until the witch hunts,
And before capitalism ate art...
And medicine, and childbirth,
Marriage, communities;
Profit would too much be capped
If common people lived their lives
With love and empathy
Because some they feared the awe they felt; the danger sensed in crushing
Waters, crumbling rock, and the power
Of biting jaws and ripping claws
Over small **** energy imposing
So they taught us to ignore the souls
Of rocks and stones and moss and trees...
We're taught to value human life
Above all that nurtures us -
Even clearly animated beings
And still amongst these human lives
Are some more valuable than others,
Categorised by colour or class,
Gender, size, way of life,
Or simply their choice if lovers
They re-wrote the myths of first beginnings
To omit other beings, except where they placed
Them only as antagonists
To bring ruin and shame upon our bodies
And eternal servitude we've faced
Modern Christianity pervades here
And other poison ideologies -
Not Jesus' way but the opposite...
Organised religion serves only to prop
Up our capitalist economies
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:02 AM UTC
I am starting to see the cracks in I.
The voice that I could not differentiate from.
The part of me I mistakenly identified as I.
Whispers its grievances like ghost rolling upon 3am.
As if my mind is its corridor to haunt.
Oh, no longer I, the one that associates itself with me.
The ego is the one who pronounces I.
Hangs off your existence like Corporate America preys on the poor.
The part of you and I that questions am.
The one voice that separates us.
Same as the fake border that pronounces mine, yours, and theirs.
Ownership that never fails to remind you.
It’s the voice that degrades you.
Same as the men who teach boys that boundaries only exist for state lines.
It’s the part of I, that am bears in the burdening of pretending…
Pretending that the notion that you must be this or you must be that.
The promises we keep to I instead of am.
These are the same silent alliances our egos share.
Parts of us that accepts submissively.
That trades profit for war.
That values trees as paper.
That mistakes water as a product not a right.
That part of I that tells you that the land belongs to I…
But you see, you are not I, you are not the ego.
The part of am reminds you that reminds that you –
That you belong to the land, but the land does not belong to you…
I AM
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
Got designer belt it’s black Ferragamo
And I’m still reminiscin from the time I said “la amo”
And everytime they come around me I am sayin “Vamos"
I Glowed up and I showed up while skrrting in a lambo
Fake friends they pull up and I still callem fammo
97 cents a sale profits going down low
Player with a victim mindset they wanna know mo
Actin like a guru played the shordy feeling down low
Played the game got brain and I prayed holy Trinity
Muhfucas denying my only abilities
Start a business then, deny its feasibility
Turn 18 then, deny my credibility
My life like the stocks, detached from reality
Meet me seem blessed look closer insanity
A young dude who cares, only bout his vanity
Wanna blow up no boom just raise my personality
Date one just to leave one and hop to another
A lot of hearts gon break this whole **** summer
Feeling tired like I just got out of a slumber
Leave em in their feelings while they askin for my number
Wanna make money while biking down the humber
Wanna get a time machine to make my life funner
Wanna lose my weight, but I am not a runner
Can't trust nobody these days so money is my lover
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
Hues of onyx fill the hemisphere,
daylight sets artificially..
The glacier of life floats breathless,
more mass underneath..
Beauty now drowns for profit...
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
Insanity exsists, in an individual and in humanity. You can get it rare,
medium, or well done. Right now, it seems humanity is ready to order.
Humanity most recently ordered WW I, WW II, The Korean War, The VietNam War, The Iraq Wars (Papa Bush and W), The Afghanistan War
(ditto), Syria, Yemen. ad nauseum. Insanity often results in killings, but
I would argue that it is self-induced, that had there been benevolent,
professional intervention, we could have prevented these mass muder-
fests. But hey, wars, especially big world wars, are money-makers,
and the money-makers are not the ones being killed. And then there are
variations on this theme: catasphrophic climate change and the imminent
threat of nuclear holocaust. One can get carried away with this killing
stuff, you know. And, what would you like for desert?
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
There’s nothing profitable in poetry,
but everyone looks at the poet in awe,
there’s something about reading a
poem at the time, in the right mood
that sparks nothing that’s contagious,
but something illuminating.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
cope with all the greed injustice and brutality
we learn about day in day out
with some luck
these are not part of our own experience
but second hand from news and media
this does not make it better though
when trusted public figures fail
how to react
to priests and teachers
who abuse the young
to presidents dictators populists
leading astray their countries
to our elected politicians
unable to resist the lure
and money
of those special interest groups
to ruthless powermongers businesses
that only work for profit
not the common good
resistance is not easy
the choice of weapons in this conflict difficult
yet if we not resist
not make the global and the smaller perpetrators
accept responsibility for their misdeeds
our living years will soon grow fewer
and we shall hasten our journey
to the end of all our needs
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
Of what cost is a smile?
Of what cost is a 'hi, how are you?'?
Of what cost is an act of kindness?
Of what cost is selfless love?
Our ego seems like a good bargain.
Or simply a good gain.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC