"wealthier" poems
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee
Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?
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Where is the patriotism?
Nowadays everyone is diving in the ocean of imagination
Regardless of what is happening to the nation
The majority of educated people who never stood in poll lines to give votes
Can now be seen in Bank and ATM lines collecting pink notes
Everyone tries to show patriotism in their famous poem and notations
But when it comes to reality everyone they are pretending that they had just went into depression
On the night of 8 November the poor felt that they had become wealthier than the rich
But now the politicians have started commenting that their situation is not less than the homeless *****
On the same night all the corrupt started rifling their old currency notes
Few were found in the pillow covers and few in the Tommy's dusty coats
The next morning the scrap of old notes were found some in the dustbin, some on the river Ganges and even on the boats...
Now I have just a simple question, is this the patriotism they had all the time showed?
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Ah, summer!
Summertime is ever my favourite, indeed;
with charms t'at are inadequate,
with promises not rich enough,
for my love is even wealthier t'an which!
Oh! But still, a summer garden
is a warming delight to my sights;
it is a living soul to me,
it pats my shoulder and smiles at me,
it sings to me and write me-
a delicate night-time lullaby!
Ah, so sweet and enigmatic
is our beloved summertime,
as it for ever always is;
With leaves t'at canst talk,
flowers t'at canst think,
and clever blossoms
that canst charm
and sway about so prettily
Back and forth,
Beneath and behind me;
O, and perhaps lips
t'at canst promise
Some surge of happiness;
Yes, happiness-vacant happiness,
Happiness t'at is our abode,
and for us only-to dwell in;
Though whose self is still beyond thought
and canst be delicately seen
only from a thousand miles away
from 'ere; o, dear happiness!
Wherefore be thou-come 'ere!
Come 'ere-o, light of my dim light,
fire of my shy fire!
Come 'ere, o dearest!
Flirt with and tease me;
touch and taunt me;
'Till I am but immersed
in thy evil charm, thy evil charm;
Whilst soaked in thy greedy eyes,
Consummate and make me whole,
delude and corrupt me,
but make me forget not
my very own intimate voice;
With a love that I want to kiss,
within a glory I should rejoice.
Stab and ****** me!
Make things blissful a tragedy;
but a glossy tragedy-as thy soul may be;
And be I, the happiest ghost in th' world;
roses are my tongue, lilies are my mouth;
cherries my breath, berries my death;
But on top of all, my dear,
Their blooms my satiation,
Frivolous, ye' stupendous as it is,
Ah, my salvation, health, and incarnation!
And comest to me once more;
Love me and care for me
Like never before;
just like I hath cared and be cared for,
make my feelings sure,
find a cure to my foul longing,
And be my sole angel of bliss
Like when I am lost again today;
Tend to me with thy singing so sweet-
As when I love; as I hath ever dreamed.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 6:44 AM UTC
I am but a soul roaming the treasured land for but another
aimless wanderer...
magnetizing myself to their connection
and they to mine...
a dreamer who thrives in thought of fantasy
understanding the true illusion of reality...
genuine to their sense of character,
in regards to the grandeur experience...
an amusing essence that will soothe
my soul with a tender touch of passion...
a timeless source who is willing to discover
with me rather then idlly slip and waste away...
to dance with the infinate energies
of attraction to precious beauty...
spiralling an endless motion of unified vision...
a learnerwho yeilds to all lessons
and walks away a wealthier person...
a parallel enhancment... my wanderer
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
I take from the rich
And I give
To the richer
Grow
Money trees
And then watch the world wither
I've slithered
In gardens of green
Dripping red
With a purity hood
Draping over my head
I have poisoned the fountain
Of youth
To retain
My control of this endless
Monopoly game
As my capital gains
A skyscraper a day
To the skyrocket
Stock market
Locke's do I pray
Upon all to be blessed
With lavish excess
But succession of kings
My investment ******
To breed wealthier nations
Uncommon in man
Through unhealthier rations'
Invisible Hand
Do I muppet the mouths
And harp on the heartstrings
As I tug on the chains
Of the slaves
Freedom rings
And that fat lady sings
All she wants
I will cling
To this power
With eagle-lied,
Vulturous talons
Devour
The will
And then **** the bills,
Billing blood that I spill
With impunity
Robbery,
Poverty
Property
I am the law
There is no order stopping me
No cherry topping me
No global powers’
High towers
Are topping me
No master forces endorsed
Are out-shopping me
Spending spree
On the lost souls
Now to bending knee
Fall
And enthrall in the terror
Of my urban sprawl
Making maggots of masses'
Automaton dreams
Into my gilded ages'
New pyramid schemes
You can call me a liar
Truth is
No concern
To the one who reigns fire
With oil to burn
Down upon the deniers
Until they all learn
I'll recruit body bags
To preach life to the choir
And when the screen lags
Train these dogs to play dead,
Lay their own on a wire
In so doing shred
The carnage they desire
So I can play God
And with demons conspire
A masterful plan
To command the economy
Zombie hive mind
Get in line
For lobotomy
My progeny
Multiply to consume
And consume
And consume
'Til the ******* last fume
Dissipates into space
The good fortunes of Earth
All amounting to waste
With the mother who nurtured you
***** and disgraced
The four steeds
Of Apocalypse
Nothing but paste
For I win every time
I with you
Humans race
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
Hold my hand dear Benjamin
don't let Professor Edwards
catch me in a dreamscape
challenging me off guard
as we sit in math class
hands clasped together
for when you knowingly
squeeze my hand tighter
scribbling with your right hand
the answer which is required
to be erased so as not caught out
but today as I look out
onto drifting clouded skies
I see the changes and I lose
myself in shapes and smoke
forging out homes, characters
stories into my past, present
and what could be in the future
nothing is taken from me, distracted
in an instant I'm Vivian Ward
racing around Hollywood
with my best friend Kit De Luca
who eats cold pizza for breakfast
and crawls the streets with me
hop scotching across the
Hollywood Walk of Fame,
five star terrazzo and brass stars, names of Hollywood greats
blonde, brunette elegance
Manolo's, mink coats,
jewelled necklines of emerald stones
we'd both dreamt as kids
Los Angeles; the City of Angels
we are the winged, we are the free
inhabiting the land of opportunity
the ladies of the night, grappling onto souls of kids, shared flat
with bunk beds and a closet filled
with 80's short tight spandex
leg warmers, faux gold earrings
bright coloured lingerie, leather bomber jackets, tutus...
oh and those perms and scrunchies
fake eye lashes, an 80's kid high as hell
being courted by an older wealthier man
living fast, dying young, a fugitive
of the land
broken
The silence I succumbed to
bruised by a cacophony of bells ringing
"never change Lou lou!"
he winked and smiled
packing his rucksack
leaving for the day.
© Sia Jane
“She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.”
Gustave Flaubert, “Madame Bovary”
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Tenderly I’ll tell you of the saddest book i've ever read;
The story of two lovers and how their love is ******
For the love each has for the other represents
The only bit of good either of them has,
And yet because of this love they share,
You can’t help but sympathize in his despair,
When she leaves him for a wealthier man,
That she doesn’t love and can barely stand,
Because she’s too proud to marry beneath her,
And so effectively is her own murderer.
Dying, and leaving him, as she does
Even after all that time, still in love,
And so he bides his days until the time
he can leave his lonely existence behind
and together their ghosts can wander the moor,
seperated by the miseries of life no more.
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 12:28 PM UTC
Go on out and make your mistakes
Enjoy your raves, your drugs and alcohol
Enjoy your fashion, your ****** friends and lies
Learn the lessons life has to offer
And learn to get your life together without hallucinating
Soon you will make your way back
You will tell me you were wrong and I was right
Tell me you’re sorry and beg for forgiveness
I will welcome you home with open arms
I only long to comfort you and make you happy
When you return to me again things will be better than before
We will be stronger, happier and wealthier
There will be no more lies and deceit
You’re ****** “friends” will be history
And we, together, will make history
Everyone will want to be us
They will be envious of us once more
Do not fret my love, everything will be OK
We will make it through this time
No amount of drugs or other worldly temptations will break us again
We have left that world behind and found something better
Sober is the new high
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
The depictions of
the gods are headless.
The pillars have crumbled.
The spirit has atrophied
and the wonder has gone.
No longer for Dionysus,
a temple to Aion.
Profaned by order and rule,
rigidity takes the place of passion.
In the name of culture,
the wealthy get wealthier.
No longer for Dionysus,
a temple to Plutus.
Blind to what is before them,
passerby’s idolize themselves.
The ancient amphitheater;
a backdrop for plastic portraits.
No longer for Dionysus,
a temple to Narcissus.
Power shifts in the modern age.
Worship changes form.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
I think you do not realize that the childhood of the privileged does not make you richer with knowledge
- There are people far wealthier than the 1%
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 4:01 PM UTC
She stares past as her life flies by,
some memories sweet
while others dissatisfy.
She remembers she was 8
and her dad pushing the swing
with muscular ease
as her hair swayed
with the honey-suckle breeze.
She remembers her 15th summer
racing on through
bringing with it raging hormones
and ***** boys.
She remembers bitter tears
shed on mother's caring shoulder
when Robert said that they were over.
She remembers prom and
mistakes she made
and the boy who never again
glanced her way.
She remembers the agony
9 terrible months later brought
for a tiny, screaming baby
and she remembers the love that grew
in spite of the pain.
She sits on that bench and
quietly remembers her child’s firsts:
teeth, words, steps that grew into strides.
and her only regret: only the man
with his godawful pride.
She climbs on the bus
gently grasping the hand
of her bright eyed
and well-loved child.
And this child,
this child,
who is wealthier than most
for the child knows only of
love.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
*The world shall fall as they fall
In their ruin, everything will follow
And so it ends
Bring in the seraphim
Tear the pure clouds, reveal the gods above
If doubt is a stronger virtue
Then I am its paragon
Women fall at lofty feet in a harem
Gorging on peasants' spines 'till faces turn mauve
Fear is the new moral breakthrough
A scale higher than the utmost echelon
The world shall destroy as they destroy
In their ruin, everything will follow
And so it ends.
The snake bite no longer stings
Calloused as a tyrant's compassion
The purest hands do grow relentless weeds
As they laze on the filthiest plots
Kings and hearts mount to slings
Foreboding most malleable deception
Blood spills bright on their letterheads
As truth gets set by red-handed bureaucrats
The world shall burn as they burn
In their ruin, everything will follow
And so it ends.
Marksmen are wealthier than diplomats
Golden bullets to the golden rule
The trend is to laugh at our silence
The principle is to break lives not dictates
There lies no purgatory for these aristocrats
On to the vile ember cesspool
Until then, they fawn in worldly omnipotence
And not one revolts, not even conscience
The world shall end as they end
In their sceptre,everything follows
And so it goes on.*
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
Something was very different in this morning glory
The cupid had blessed me with a brand new story.
There were certain promises in the start which I had to oath
It was important for future ensuring a compatible growth.
It started away and the world seemed down under,
My life got a new meaning, which made people, wonder.
The ride started and life continued in its own pace,
But the journey was swiftly adding memories irrespective of the space.
Anything and Everything soon became the only vocabulary which I understood,
And there I was, preserving each and every moment under the hood.
Thus, life got more and more valuable with this blissful treasure,
Each day seemed special now, full of joyous pleasure.
Nothing could have been better than this blessing of the supreme power,
Happiness was flowing in heart making me feel at the peak of heaven’s tower.
But man is greedy and thus the aim was to be wealthier with such memories for life,
Knock! Knock! And the sleep just got over with the dream turning into a falling knife.
Something was very different in this morning glory
The cupid had blessed me with a brand new story.
An unexpected occurrence suddenly arose in between the way
The relation blessed by sun now lost its sheen and so did its ray.
The pool of memories now suddenly seemed the biggest fear,
Who knew that accumulated fortune would also bring a tear?
The past was still beautiful but the present left me unaided,
Though memories are still in heart, but the inner self feels degraded.
Tears, Requests, Anger and Love, all were efforts which went in vain,
The memories started hurting now which I believed I could empty in drain.
But it is just not easy, to let go off someone who was a part of you,
Every minute recalls the time spent with her, making you feel blue.
The purpose every day is to get rid of emotions and start afresh,
Either you hurt yourself physically or find yourself caught in a mesh.
The memories which made you smile still continue to haunt
You find yourself alone in the crowd seeing yourself daunt.
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 8:51 AM UTC
The Ataman of the Cossacks
Or the "Father of the horsemen"
I imagine him to be a good man
Proud of his heritage
And leader of his people
The wealthier Cossacks
Fought for the White army
Some of the poorer ones
Fought for the Red army
During the Russian Civil War
Their territory was divided up
They were viewed
As a potential threat
To the new regime
During 1919 and 1920
The Bolshevik regime
Killed of deported
300,000 to 500.000 Cossacks
During World War II
Most fought for the Soviet Union
While others sought to
Settle old scores
By collaborating with the Germans
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Why my darling didst thou lie?
Encased in arms of another maiden?
Was she prettier than me?
Eloquent in speech and mind?
Wealthier than all the world?
Did she purchase diamonds for you?
Give you pearls?
Was she clingy?
Could you breathe?
Were you pleased with your encounter?
As you swum with sharks.
Wandered with whales.
Why did you try to steal coral for me?
Surely,you knew that the gifts living deep in the sea aren't there for you, to steal for me.
Your buddies dived in to track you down.
Snared by the octopus, in whose arms thou didst drown.
Her beautiful coral, most wonderful crown.
Belongs to her, not you or me.
Deep in the realms of under the sea.
(c)LIVVI
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
The ******* took the beauty, and it wasn't
because he's handsomer, wealthier, or more caffeinated--
as you supposed, Christopher.
It was timing.
She was lonely.
He was there.
Chris, you were typing an email.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
A silky tendril of time has gone
And with it went the year.
The highs, the lows,
The west wind blows
Like dust it disappears.
The passions and the dreams fly by
And vanish like the mist,
The sands between the fingers flow
Like gossamer dismissed.
The hourglass has run it’s course
The clock has reached the time.
When all those frantic urgencies
Evaporate like wine.
This year has gone and sped away
And left us standing there
With vacant stares and open mouths,
Heads shaking in despair,
The time has gone so fast, it seems,
The frantic dials have spun
Then we starting singing “Auld Lang Syne”
And yet… ANOTHER year’s begun!
May “10" become a special year
For you and yours to be
Much happier and wealthier
And healthier and free.
May breezes blow and fine wines flow
And good luck bless your day.
A toast to you in this new year
With love from M&J.;
Marshalg/Mangere Bridge/for 1 January 2010
Dec 19, 2009
Dec 19, 2009 at 1:44 PM UTC
That is my biggest weapon, I am completely outrageously, beautifully, terrifyingly mad.
How did I get here? I have un buttoned my chest and unfolded my lungs presenting them to you. Hoping maybe you would help me breathe easy. I’m so tired of having to fight all the time, for the things I want, and the things I don’t want. I’m so tired, sometime I cry when I wake up.
How could anyone ever love something as easy as me? Yes, I suppose I am easy, I believe everything I am told with hopeful eyes, I see everything covered in gold and hold anything as a treasure. I do not know if that makes me wealthier or not.
I wish I knew what making love felt like,
if anyone knows that at all. I keep dreaming that I see him again.
But in my dream when I held him we merged into one being,
and I wept or he wept but I left him there because I wanted something new,
Something that didn’t feel so beautifully harmful. But would you listen to me I'm lying.
I do not want simplicity,
I have never wanted simplicity ,
I will never be simplicity
please, please, please fall in love with me.
There will always be more to see, things to find and uncover and I will make you eternal, turn you into ink and paper, make your existence tangible. You believe you know the meaning of life for there is none, but I disagree. The only meaning is to take something incomplete and turn it into something worth its content.
I am humiliated, my insides flooding out of me,
melting from my inside out. Just like the night light I had on my bed side ad a child,
the one that started melting night after night with my parent’s fight after fight. I did not want to sleep anymore,
if I didn’t sleep it didn’t melt and we would never have left.
I do not sleep.
please do not humiliate me.
Do not sow my chest to your feet and drag me into you our bed sheet where you unbutton your chest and lay within someone else’s. Be careful, I am easy.
Easy enough to love anything but easy enough to destroy anything too. That is my biggest weapon, I am completely, outrageously, beautifully, terrifyingly mad.
mad mad mad mad mad and loving.
That is my biggest weapon, I am completely outrageously, beautifully, terrifyingly mad.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
We two were born on the same day
An Ocean apart, a world away.
My Dad dug graves,
His Dad owned stores
We both looked forward
to one day more.
The world then changed
for Him and me.
Both off to university.
I went to Queens
He attended Cologne
He partied with Models
I sat home alone.
The world then changed
for Him and me.
He became a captain
of industry.
With a Manse in the Mountains
and one by the shore.
I rented a place
for one day more.
The world then changed
unexpectedly
it was he who succumbed
to infirmity
When all his wealth
his billions, his stores,
failed to purchase
him one day more.
The World has changed
Just I go on
My wealthy twin
is dead and gone.
No wealthier that I was before
Yet enriched by the gift
of one day more.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
let love rule your life
and peace fill your heart and mind
reject fear and hate
and you will be wealthier
than you will ever need be
and you will be happier
than your wildest dreams
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
If I had a nickel for every time I thought of how you smelled
I'd be slowly becoming wealthier
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
Oh I wish I could win the Lottery
And own a home of my own
Where I no longer need Social Security
Or feel always in need of a loan.
Oh I wish I'd no need to count pennies
And that Christmas came every day
That 'Housing Benefit' were ***** words
And bills - a delight to pay!
Yet I may not have two brass farthings
My bank account won't reach double figures
At least I walk around with a smile
My personal wealth brings on the sniggers.
Oh I might never be Rockerfeller
As my bank account continually drains
There's rarely a glimmer of sunshine
It never pours, but constantly rains.
I can't confess to NOT being happy
And I'm wealthier than I appear
I've still got all my marbles,
Fish and chips, telly and beer!
So I'll continue to draw Social Security
Until the right position can be found
But I won't ditch my dreams or my wishes
So each week, I'll still pay my pound!!!
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Trump, trace your root.
You know the way many heritage laden historical people does.
And you find, you're an immigrant connected individual.
Strange, we level restriction only against a few.
We, know what?
We, know who?
We, can't accept the light.
An discriminate against the dark and brown like certain folks wants too.
Some, loves to offer reason and illogical facts.
Well, immigrants, we Americans welcome you.
Put money before those with wealthier pockets.
And you find them trying to be friends to you.
No one.
Really none, can ever say their roots don't traces over seas.
Of that, we don't support others with great American dreams.
Be you Jewish, African, British, or Irish too!
We just not others, as many say.
We all inspire to live in a great place.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Self pity is my disguise
Devil's obsession
Cloaked in sorrow am I
Earth's pretensions
Myself I am far worse
You are healthier
My actions are cursed
Yours wealthier
Even lies on a page grow cold
Even I can lie down and fold
A better
Sincerely
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC