"revenues" poems
Step 1: Legalize all drugs and treat their possession as a public health issue, as is practiced in Portugal
Step 2: Get all nonviolent drug offenders out of prison and (A) into treatment when dealing with harder drugs like meth/coke/heroin (B) get the *** growers some jobs doing what they're good at, and watch as the extra tax revenues progressively revitalize both local and national economies. (1)
Step 3: Fill the new vacancies in the nation's prison system with the entire US government and the top 1% of income earners as punishment for their hubristic crimes against nature and humanity.
Step 4: Forgive all debts and redistribute all of the assets of the aforementioned parties among the entire population, but especially the impoverished classes, to create socioeconomic balance.
Step 5: Decentralize the economy and rebuild it along the lines of federated, autonomous municipalities, based on common ownership of economic resources, free education and healthcare, and participatory democracy. Once this is done, we can let the former government and 1% out of prison. (2)
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,
O, but with mine, compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,
Or if it do, not from those lips of thine
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others’ beds’ revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov’st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee.
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!
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A soft answer turneth
away wrath: but grievous
words stir up anger.
2 The tongue of the wise useth
knowledge aright: but the mouth
of fools poureth out foolishness.
3 The eyes of the Lord are
in every place beholding the evil
and the good.
4 A wholesome tongue is a tree
if life: but perverseness therein is
a breach in the spirit.
5 A fool despiseth his father's
instruction: but he the regardeth
reproof is prudent.
6 In the house of the righteous
is much treasure: but in the
revenues of the wicked is trouble.
7 The lips of the wise disperse
knowledge: but the heart of the
foolish doeth not so.
8 The sacrifice of the wicked
is an abomination to the Lord: but
the prayer of the upright is his delight.
9 The way of the wicked is an
abomination unto the Lord: but
he loveth him that followeth
after righteousness.
10 Correction is grievous unto
him that forsaketh the way: and
he that hateth reproof shall die.
11 Hell and destruction are
before the Lord: how much more
then the hearts of the children of
men?
12 A scorner loveth not one
that reproveth him: neither will he
go unto the wise.
13 A merry heart maketh a
cheerful countenance: but by
sorrow of the heart the spirit is
broken.
14 The heart of them that hath
understanding seeketh knowledge:
but the mouth of fools
feedeth on foolishness.
15 All the days of the afflicted
are evil: but he that is of a merry
heart hath a continual feast.
16 Better is little with the fear
of the Lord than great treasure
and trouble therewith.
17 Better is a dinner of herbs
where love is, than a stalled ox
and hatred therewith.
18 A wrathful man stirreth up
strife: but he that is slow to anger
appeaseth strife.
19 The way of the slothful man
is as an hedge of thorns: but the
way of the righteous is made
plain.
20 A wise son maketh a glad
father: but a foolish man
despiseth his mother.
21 Folly is joy to him that is
destitute of wisdom: but a man of
understanding walketh uprightly.
22 Without counsel purposes
are disappointed: but in the
multitude of counsellors they are
established.
23 A man hath joy by the
answer of his mouth: and a word
spoken in due season, how good
is it!
24 The way of life is above to
the wise, that he may depart from
hell beneath.
25 The Lord will destroy the
house of the proud: but he will
establish the border of the
widow.
26 The thoughts of the wicked
are an abomination to the Lord:
but the words of the pure are
pleasant words.
27 He that is greedy of gain
troubleth his own house; but he
that hateth gifts shall live.
28 The heart of the righteous
studieth to answer: but the
mouth of the wicked poureth out
evil things.
29 The Lord is far from the
wicked: but he heareth the
prayer of the righteous.
30 The light of the eyes rejoiceth
the heart: and a good report
maketh the bones fat.
31 The ear that heareth the
reproof of life abideth among the
wise.
32 He that refuseth instruction
despiseth his own soul: but he
that heareth reproof getteth
understanding.
33 The fear of the Lord is the
instruction of wisdom; and before
honour is humility.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Jay-Z (Feelin' It (That's Life) Instrumental)
Check it
This for all of the spiritual tears
that fell down
Through out the weapin' years
No respect to our
peers pressures heard in the
ears
Of the youth I spit the realist in
The booth
So what I gotta chipped tooth only
Speak truth
It's the language I only
understand give the fans
Something they need to hear so forget yall demands
Watch my enemies hands
crossing swords
Clashing iron I ain't lying trying to
Tie in
My self back into the community embraced the unity
Cuz it's so many
of us abused used and
unvalued
**** the news crews they bruised our neighborhood avenues Misled
Golden values
And money comes in revenues so
How you
Gone hate on my hustle when I'm just tryna make a muscle
Without flexing no plexing everybody hands
Stretching
Once they see the blessing
goes up I Bump
Out the corrupt my minds finna
Erupt
Frown upon the madness no
gladness
As the game crashes head on they say I'm dead wrong
The weak or the strong man who got it going
on?
Sip German brewery with a chase of
greenery
Keep a packed sub-machinery cuz
Jealousy
Keep me strapped **** shame
How I gotta watch my
back
In my own hood it's hell destiny is set to
fail
No bail only if I see my own casket
Sail
Out the churches driveway unto the
highway
It's a brighter day as I reach for the
cemetery
My flesh destroyed but I live on
Spiritually
My heart will always be with thee
trust me
To infinity and beyond I got wisdom by the
ton
They donned and stunned on me
Since day one
My only one son Solomon I'll always love
ya
No matter the sh*tthat comes my
way
You'll always have my love
The closest
Even when I'm far away
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
The image of the goddess;
At first the Gauls, the third
Number measured; Thanks to
various wavering minds of
Teenagers in the stalls; The
Gypsies so that the revenues
of the image of the goddess; At first
the Gauls, the third camp was put
there; Southern Virginia the shower
to watch him as his winds Felt for
the body of the Earth; the new enemy
understands talk from the meaning
of the perpetual simply captivated by
the spirit & saying The spirit indeed is
checked, her lap, w/ Glory to start knowing
the Shadows teenage syphilis turns to Glory
falling but first six; Artery of the *****
this we also give thanks to you with all
their heart; that had formerly held them,
'Eve', the Creator of the edge of Maecenas
of the Gauls; In the city stands for income
Add to be out of his mind leading the way
The voice of the deity of the; It is only
the study of letters hot; How should the
decision on its own be torched; &
more is better; There was nothing
opposed; mountains reign; the wider
use of part of the breast, If you leave
behind the fate of the thirty-born
Dream, yeah, true; Which is half
the order of the Office, but according
to the skin bars which dwell alone;
Asians in the poison,
Queen naked in the glory
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
in the midst of powperpoint slides,
smart analyses and flash drives
stacked with loose facts and projections,
I mentally noted my objections
~ but never opined overtly...~
the mission colored green reigned supreme
to every white-collared stooge in the room
blinded by perks lavish and obscene,
we failed to heed that patented prologue of doom
~ how culpable were we....~
sales and profits grew by tens of millions;
stock prices drove bulls to record highs;
gross revenues ballooned into the billions
on the thrilling spin of blue pills and true lies
~ o....what a ride....~
but three stooges blew the infamous whistle
spilling the beans from soup to nuts;
and the feds flexed their regulatory muscle
flipping my gravy train from boom to bust
~ the end ~
~ P
(8/3/2013)
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
Socialism needs an opt-out for the folks like me.
Doesn’t mean I want to shut out souls in poverty.
Just that sharing’s much more fun when I decide to give.
Ev’n the crankiest curmudgeon wants poor folks to live.
But it grates that regulation twists my liberal arm.
Presses me for my donation, “lets” me sell the farm.
True compassion I would render to the brotherhood,
Never shirking role of spender for the common good.
Yet I’m stymied in my caring, curiously enough,
When the government starts tearing through my private stuff.
It’s like saying whom I must love, never letting me
Freely choose to be a part of warm felicity.
And . . .
What of charity’s receiver, plebian, once proud?
Now required under-achiever in the welfare crowd.
If she rises from her ashes, if she shirks her place.
Suddenly, the system slashes “benefits” apace.
Now, by council isolated from her former peers.
Up the ladder climbs unaided by the rich “top-tiers.”
While support they once would offer, now their fists are shut--
Uncle Sam has taxed their coffer, swiped the needy’s cut.
What if government gave freedom for us all to choose?
If the statutes guaranteed ‘em untouched revenues?
Might that self-rule foster good-will for our fellow-man?
Couldn’t independence instill kindness in our land?
Maybe it’s just me that could’ve soared above the rule,
Let the generosity of God become the fuel. . . that
Powered me to love my neighbor, opened wide my hand,
Shared the fruit of friendship’s labor with each one, first hand.
Either way, I need that opt-out: Liberty’s control,
Giving me the chance to hand out, freely, from my soul.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Our lives crumble and fail,
East or west more losses, we avail.
Our foods turned life-sucking cocktail,
You got our revenues and livelihood to curtail.
We, the creators of the foodbanks,
Our lives now turned, mere votebanks,
You destroyed all our riverbanks,
Brought our lives to end with your loan banks.
Lived and cultivated happily, with self-reliance,
Demolished our self-reliance, with your idiotic brilliance,
Deliberately stole our self-reliant roots,
Through your money-minded ****** selfish loots.
Toiled ourselves to turn lands arable, through generations,
Your land acquisitions, put us under dictator oppressions,
Blood-sucking ********** gave us all fright & plight.
It’s time we rise and say Our Land is our right.
Deceived us with your developmental illusions,
Pushed us towards suicide, under incurable obsessions,
You commented our farming, old and backward.
Taught us land-killing cultivation, very awkward,
In the form of food, we harvest poisons,
With our life costing mistakes, learnt worthy lessons.
We don’t get our deserving price,
Unheard and Weakened is our voice,
To the rulers, we are just a useless choice,
For them, our deadly weeps are just a noise.
We sold our crops to middlemen,
Rulers sold our seeds to corporates,
We sold our lives, for a permanent solution.
For media, we are just a hype.
To the nature’s wrath, our crops became unripe.
For livelihood, we are compelled to get loans,
To repay you, push us to reloans,
Lose our lives, helpless and incapable to pay our loans,
Leaving our families helplessly to moan and groan.
It’s time we raise a warning.
To you we won’t keep serving,
You will realize our value,
To the corporates, when you lose your revenue.
It’s an alarm, it’s an alarm,
To the businessmen we lose our farm,
To the corporates our ownership is vested,
From owners we have turned rented.
Your life would be on danger,
Then corporates would play with your hunger,
You can’t even own a burger,
To them your lives too would turn meager.
Let’s rise and fight,
Exclaim our land is our identity and right,
Let’s correct, where we lack,
To the natural farming, let’s get back.
Let us raise,
Let us determine our price,
If we become selfish and vice,
You will lose all your slice and rice.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
I find that things happen for a reason
don't know what the reason is
but it's there.....
though not always noticeable....
for those of you who know me
and even for those who don't
you may see I'm different
I know I am
not always in a good way
not always in a bad way
sometimes I'm just neutral
well, I'm 16
and I don't have many revenues
to let out my feelings
hellopoetry is really all I have
to let my pain out
to show my joy
which I'm not supposed to show
in too great of amounts
or else I'm yelled at.....
for those who thinks that is stupid
I agree with you
but it's what I'm supposed to do
or rather, not supposed to do.....
I'm an expressive person
I end up always showing my heart on my sleeve
which just hurts me more in the long run
but I can't seem to help it......
it just goes that way
with no plan
no forethought
it just happens
and to see me
no one knows what to expect
what to think......
what to feel about me
I'm not emotional
but I am empathetic
which just hurts me more
cuz like I said
my heart is on my sleeve
on display for anyone to see......
I love people for them
I just need someone that will love me back
anyone can say that "God loves" me
and I know that.....
I just want, no, NEED someone to love me on Earth
someone that will see me truthfully
and like what they see
I'm no girly-girl
I'm more rough than that
I'm more a tom-girl....
and proud to be so. :)
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
The Board
by Michael R. Burch
Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Colonel Klinks, defend the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.
The best book of the age sold two,
or three, or four (but not to you),
strange copies of the ones before,
misreadings that delight the board.
They sit and clap; their revenues
fall trillions short of Mother Goose.
Keywords/Tags: poetry, accessible, rhyme, traditional, muse, Seuss, Mother Goose, misreadings, discrimination, prejudice, revenues, sales, copies
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC
an exploited hand
threw a grenade
no pin -
no spoon -
seconds seemed
like hours
in your mind
the steel growl
where mortals drift
above hollow ground
and out of the corner
of your sense
your lover’s destruction
flashed in the sand
the sins sprayed
all over the **** place
into their precious
eyes, blinding them
for a second -
then your offspring
waited and stared
into their cold
foiled TV dinners
quietly,
an empty table setting
and dust filled chair
clinked from the glass
spilling down
onto the carpet
then a muffled news
anchor whined
about crime
and revenues
in the background
with anxious
and forced discussion
“so….”
young eyes
became meaningless
under the glittering
shrapnel that flickered
across their screen
that night
like tinsel hanging
on the tree
and slits dripped
on soot red flesh
in this distant land
covered in sand
while little boys
and little girls
went about their
playful exchange
in this small
midwestern town
where everyone
thought they new
the score
behind the
door.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
Metro is a **** slow
I know, youre not getting no love, from the casinos revenues
Ohio latest new bàby
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
Metro is a **** slow
I know, youre not getting no love, from the casinos revenues
Ohio latest new bàby
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
The announcement has been called, “Welcome Aboard, and claim your seat at Gate 15”
Think Greyhound and Trailways
It was back in those days
Two bus companies who were competitive
But each company had their own objective
It was outdo the other by being the best
As for the customer, it was their test
It was achieving in passenger in destination in rides
It was revenues that would be strides
So Greyhound was the dog and Trailways had the Eagle
Trailways being an Eagle to soar beyond the possibilities
As for the Hound dog, it was like a race in a speed run
The essence were both their flashing lights
They were often seen day and night
It would be schedules around the clock
No matter what kind of weather, it was no time to stop
From sunrise to sundown
The Hound Dog and the Eagle could be found
But there was a change in the bus lanes
The Independent Trailways is now in the Greyhound family in a merger of combined operations
Some Trailways Terminals were converted into Greyhound Terminals
While others were closed completely
But at the same token, Greyhound had moved into Transportation Centers not being their own Terminals
The perfect example of that is the Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City
The idea is to cut expenses while reducing economical costs
But what is left in the bus lanes today is small independent Trailways carriers, which even today, Greyhound shares
Those independent Trailways carriers cover various parts of the United States
So Greyhound and Trailways names you know
Although
Greyhound still reigns supreme in the tow
But you have bargain buses that stop on the streets in the flow
Bus Lanes may have changed
But the Greyhound name still remains
The highway bus lanes of the past, but Greyhound is still accelerating the dog moving fast
Bus lanes know
Whether it be the Hound or the Eagle
Both were born to achieve
But Greyhound is still here to preserver
So Highway Bus Lanes, have no fear
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
leaves fallen the breeze picking up
a chill goosebumps December's here
even the Pecan trees are bare
the pumpkins long gone
now is time for another celebration
the twinkling lights all the sights of festive
decorations
a hope I think
while I blink
in time with all the
Rudolph noses red like landing lights at the airport
the trees all done up blanketing Gulf Power
and Alabama Electric with revenues,
not that I don't celebrate
Xmas or Yuletide glory
I just find Wal-mart
and Amazon
might be using the season
for profits, I guess
that is the American way,
I celebrate it all with
trying to find some needy person
to help. I beg forgiveness.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
More attention to fun
and less to work and worries,
brings more peace to self.
So... ride the wave of happy
and Resonate with Revenues.
StarBG © 2017
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC