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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: betrayal, divorce, freedom, money, wisdom,

How much do I love thee

How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
	The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
	Secrets still held at the door by decree
I bought you a garden of roses so red
	My love was surely in bloom, or so they all said
I bought you a ticket to heavens pearly gates
	So that in paradise you’d have not to even wait
I bought you your very own private Lear jet
	To see the world through champagne eyes
My love was a vault and you emptied it dry
	My heart has now learned to never cry

How much do you love me?
Your lawyer seems to know

You claimed mental duress
	Suffering under such stress
The Mercedes was the wrong color so I am told	
	I should have known, pink, not gold
The diamond ring was too heavy to wear
	Your back injuries caused you painful despair
The lingerie didn’t cover you just right
	So medical ailments kept you up many a nights
The roses in bloom where not the right flower
	Your allergies they caused, thus making you sour
The ticket to heaven you plain out refused
	Said it was one way, and that just wouldn’t do!
You had no issues riding my Lear jet 
	You rode the pilot as well, a mile high kinda bet
My love you tossed into the bin out in back
	The divorce lawyer smiles at me, saying she sure is great in the sack 

The moral of the Story is this!
If you are sitting at the table, and
You see a few beetles scurrying about
Maybe even whistling a tune or two
Listen carefully to what they say


Poem Details | by Tay Reid |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, butterfly, courage, dedication, devotion, freedom, girl, happiness, mother, romantic, success, wife, life, woman, life, love, money,

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moonA real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attentionMoney is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtueA real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every moveA real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life bringsA real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly againWhen you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better halfA real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her withWhen a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivionA real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right trackA real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoesA real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy natureA real woman is like the magnet of ecstasyAll women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their livesA real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamyA real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophisticationThe mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his sideA real woman has the ability to do anything a man canA real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joyA real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accordA real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambianceA real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationshipsA real woman is the nexus between love and happinessWhen you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every responseNo man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



Poem Details | by Toni Orban |
Categories: death, love, money, space, time,

Things We Think

                              Things We Think

He said, “Every man is busy earning money.” 
She said, “Is there anything more important than love?”
He said, “Is there anything more important than sex?”
She said, “I think we all just fear death.”
He said, “It’s like the Cats in the Cradle we just need more time.”
She said, “I think we really need more space.”

He moved out to a place with more space.
She soon did not have enough money.
She had to leave behind the house and love.
Once they vowed nothing would do them part not even death.
She never learned the aborted child’s sex.
Biologically he still had more time.

He was ambitious, indoctrinated into the ascent of money.
She worked her fingers to the bone, until her death.
He afforded local expensive sex.
She began to view local nature as expansive space.
He did not connect space and time.
She knew what connected it all was love.

In time he found a new love.
In love, she found time.
He equated good passion with good sex.
She found the emerald walls of nature the best space.
He loved the crisp or dirty, rumpled, green of money.
Homeless— she was reprimanded in the rain “You’ll catch your death!”

it's been said,

The root of all evil is money.
Money can’t buy you love.
Nothing is certain but taxes and death.
I don’t know the question, but the answer is sex.
I need my space.
All we have is time.

I’ve learned to give love and learned that is love.
I’ve learned one’s time is worth more than one’s money.
I’ve learned a small space in nature explains all infinite space.
I’ve learned that gender should not be judged by one’s sex.
I’ve learned that empathy slows time.
I’ve learned from the leaves of grass there is no death.

He is more than his money and she is more than her sex.
In death we find love.
In space there exist time.


Poem Details | by twanna Irisha |
Categories: imagination, love, poetry, romance, society, spoken word, urban,

Felony Money

True definition of a hood love story,
They called him Felony.
Skin was as smooth as a shot of Hennessey.
He made a lot of other men envy.
His style was particularly different from the rest.
No gold chains around his neck, but a simple rosary lies on his chest.
Underneath his Sunday best was a solid bullet proof vest.
His pockets had a secret treasure chest.
Steepness with infinite thickness,
But every man has a weakness.
She killed him with kindness.
A righteous lioness,
His royal highness: his positive guidance.
She was the offspring of the titans.
 Exceptional of importance to his reputation,
 She was his foundation freedom from his everyday discrimination.
A safe haven like a wave equation, her name was Money.
Half black and half Puerto Rican,
Skin complexion of an Egyptian he nicknamed her Isis.
Dipped in gold went perfectly with her skin tone.
She was an overgrown precious stone.
Foreknown Money was working with the federal bureau of investigation.
 Deeply in love with a convict but yet victorious triumphant.
Stunting on everyone’s judgments Money is Felony movement.
A step ahead of the government,
Never seeing a seal indictment
Money was his antidepressant.
Felony was her significant participant.
Both of them reaping the enjoyment,
Bonded by each other’s fulfillment,
Seal their delinquent intimate commitment.
In love with a codefendant left them with a Bonnie, and Clyde ending.
Love testimony of Felony and Money


Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: absence, i love you, i miss you, inspirational, money, music, wife,

In The Repetition Of A Kiss

            In The Repetition Of A Kiss

When I leave the house to follow traffic patterns
Tie and suitcase in my hand
Running through the door to find rush hour
I buy and sell gold bullion for a living 
On the grand piano, the one my wife and I can’t play
I leave a hurried message
“My dear, I’ll be back soon.”  “I love you so.”
“Please have the help clean the piano.”
“The one that you and I can’t play.”
“But if I make it rich, you and I can get some lessons.”
“We’ll play an OratorioOpera or an Anthem
Or perhaps a symphony or two one day.”
In between each number we will practice kissing
In the end, if we learn nothing, on this instrument
Our hearts and lips will follow every note in memory
In the repetition of a kiss

I leave you a kiss

As always, I will miss you
In the repetition of a kiss

Created 9/08/14 by: Earl Schumacker - Theme- “Leave You A Kiss” The Poet II – Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: dog, heart, love, me, money, pets, school, truth,

Tige

(Circa 1910) Grandpa had a bulldog whose name was Tige They were close – as close as honey and bees If Grandpa felt a cold comin’ on – Well Ol’ Tige was the one who would sneeze Grandpa was noted for his wealth and generosity. His love for me was demonstrated when he paid my college fees. The love he held for Tige was almost the same for me. And ol’ Tige was always with Grandpa wherever he might be. College life was different then, separation was the norm. And years at Alma Mater meant years far from the farm. Students have it difficult and allowances soon shrink So, short of money there, I soon began to think. Grandpa, bless his giving heart, quickly came to mind That bulldog owned his generous heart – if somehow I could find Some way to convince my grandpa to increase the money sent -- I came upon a devious plan – and this is how it went. I wrote and told my grandpa, “There’s things you ought to know. The things they’re doin’ here at school will set your heart aglow.” “They’re takin’ all these sorts of dogs – it came as quite a shock Grandpa, you won’t believe me, they’re teachin’ dogs to talk.” Now grandpa loved ol’ Tige so much it didn’t take him long To ask how much would it take to send ol’ Tige along? Well, when I gave a figure, Grandpa was satisfied If this crazy scheme was figured out, there’s no place I could hide. I kept feeding grandpa all sorts of good reports How Tige was a star pupil and mascot of all sports Two years passed and soon there came the time to take Tige home Grandpa was so excited -- Tige was never more to roam. Grandpa came runnin’ when I stepped down off the train. His eager eyes were searching for what he’d never see again. “Where’s ol’ Tige?” he asked, as we began to walk. “He’s not comin’.” I replied, “C’mon we need to talk.” This morning I was shaving in the bathroom by the sink And Tige was justa talkin’ when he looked at me and winked. “Ya know’ he said, “I’ll be so glad to be back home at last.” There are some things I’ve thought about that went on in the past.” “I was standin’ at the mirror with my razor in my hand Ol’ Tige was talkin’ ‘bout some things he couldn’t understand. I could not believe the lies he told – things he’d seen first hand Like the times he saw you wrestlin’ with that female hired hand.” His words just lit a fire with the pictures that he painted I almost couldn’t help myself – Grandpa, I nearly fainted. It seems that I lost it some and when I finally woke, I’d grabbed him by the backa his neck and cut his lyin’ throat. I know grandpa was shaken, I saw it in his eyes. A look of consternation he could not disguise He seemed to be relieved, as he looked at me and said, “Now, Son, I really need to know, are you sure ol’ Tige is dead?” Years have hidden the truth of this deception that I wrought. I’m the one who wove deceptive tales that everybody bought. But when the truth is told at last and no more lies are found You’ll gladly find an ending that surely will astound. Grandpa? -- He now lives with Jesus, and me? -- I’m headed there. Tige? – I know he’s still around though I shouldn’t tell you where. We made a pact some years ago when things went awfully bad. For years he’s been the best darn mascot my school ever had.


Poem Details | by Meenakshi Raina |
Categories: friendship, life, love,

no money can buy

Life is a pleasure with loyal friends Otherwise faith in them shortly ends Years of togetherness, trust and love Add to the friendship and keep the vow Lucky am I to have some friends for life To guide and support me when in strife Yes loyal friends can be husband and wife Loyalty- no money can buy It doesn't fall from the sky It doesn't grow in open fields Only from love loyalty yields April 22, 2016. Loyalty - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Broken Wings


Poem Details | by Jill Martin |
Categories: angst, confusion, devotion, hope, introspection, life, love,

guaranteed money back...

Stuck Glued Skewed.
devoted to devotion
dedicated to dancing
on a string

threw away the safety net
to take the chance on
just
once
more

give me a reason
to be here


Poem Details | by Aa Harvey |
Categories: change, imagination, love, money, poetry, together,

Communication

Communication.


I want to mean something to somebody.
I want somebody to care.
I want to be able to dance under a disco ball with somebody,
Whilst pretending that nobody else is there.


Love is my purpose and poems are my wares.
All I have is for sale, to anyone who is willing to pretend to care.
Wishing for a change of fortune,
Finding out that nothing ever changes.
Everything remains the same, unfortunately;
Jigsaw puzzle mind…
I must rearrange it.


The order of the things;
The way things must be done.
You have taken my voice and ruined the joy of singing;
Can I please just have a little more fun?


It’s funny really, this reality.
Painful memories, I throw away with my apathy.
Embrace all new experiences.
I am worthless, without your guidance.


I write words down in the hope that somebody will read it
And understand what I mean, when I am sounding so mean.
I am sorry; 
I did not mean for it to change your idea of me.
I guess I just say the wrong thing.


Let us build a bridge between us;
Communication is the key.


(C)2017 Aa HarveyAll Rights Reserved.


Poem Details | by marina kagramanova |
Categories: caregiving, devotion, love, me, feelings, me, money,

my feelings

My feelings to u are the only thing I have
They are absolutely pure
I can assure you
And they can also cure
If you are insecure and unsure of yourself


I know that money can buy anything
I don’t have it
And maybe it’s a very good thing
Do you care? Please tell me
It’s important
Please try 
To  understand that money 
Can’t buy 
What  I have to offer you

My feelings to you are so deep
You won’t believe it
If you say NO to me
Trust me you’ll grieve it
You’ll grieve till the end of your days
You will cry
That YOU let me go
That YOU said “good-bye”

My feelings to you are the only thing I have
They have charms that allure
I am absolutely sure
That there was attraction between us
When we met
Please don’t reject me
Because you will cry
If you let me go
If you say “good-bye”


Poem Details | by Sheila Van Zant |
Categories: age, caregiving, death, eulogy, family, grandparents, loneliness, lost love, money, wisdom,

Life's End

So they think your old and shouldn't live alone, maybe you're too frail to be left on your own Can't manage your own money or live in your own home, apprehensive you give up and take up the tossed bone So many years spent taking care of them, it's your turn they'll tell you and move you right in Deep inside you hope to turn back the time, your life's work was them sure it will be just fine Your full of anticipation life is going to be easier now Soon feeling like a relic lifted up and knocked down You have so many stories memories of days passed, feel like every story told could soon be your last They have no time to listen they heard it all before, tell you they'll talk later as they rush through the door Feeling like a burden wondering what to do, no one seems to care about the trials you've been through To them, your just repeating things already heard, but if they'd stop to listen your words are not absurd Everyone keeps talking about the day you will die, and who gets what & how your property will divide Not wanting to wait they reach out with dirty hands, to take what's in reach they can't wait for the end You start to feel decrepit and feel your life's a sin, it a bad situation that no one wins in the end You find yourself weaker something isn't right, don't talk to old friends feeling like a fright Every day grows longer you can't wait for the night, no one even gets it it's such a dismal plight You sleep and sleep and sleep to escape reality, your youth is long faded along with vitality Closing your mind eye reaching for your partner's hand, but alone in your bed, this was not the master plan The dream realm is all you see through the haze, you lift your eyes up & meet your lost love's gaze But please don't go too soon to that alternate reality, there are those that still need to hear the words you speak Stop dwelling on real or perceived infirmities or without warning, it will drain your remaining vitality When you think of death or of the dying that they speak, hold your head up high and breathe life into the scene Change your attitude don't die its not a dream the younger generation you still need to lead Hold onto your life and sow a precious seed, life is worth living don't lose it in a dream


Poem Details | by Allan Terry |
Categories: art, film, guitar, love, magic, money, music,

A PRINCESS SONG TO BE LOVED

SWORNLOVERS IS A STORY
ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN
WHO IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH
A PRINCE THOUSANDS OF MILES
AWAY FROM HER.

ON HER 21 BIRTHDAY SHE IS SUMMONED TO
COME TO THE PALACE OF DULDRUM IN THE
BEAUTIFUL LAND OF FLOWDOOR, THEIR SHE IS TO
MEET THE HANDSOME PRINCE TULTOV OF THE
KINGDOM OF GILDRED.
THE ONLY THING ABOUT MAKING THE TRIP SHE HAS TO GO THROUGH
THE EVIL NEITHER WORLD WHERE THE EVIL WICTHQUEEN DEVILISHA
REIGNSDEVILISHA IS IN LOVE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS, AND WISHES TO
KEEP HER APART FROM THE HANDSOME PRINCEON THE TRIP TO THE GILDRED KINGDOM, THE EVIL QUEEN BECOMES AWARE OF THE TRAVELS OF THE BEATIFUL PRINCESSSHE AND HER EVIL SORCEROR ( WHO WISHES TO BE HER LOVER AND KING OF THE NEITHER-WORLD, BUT IS CONSTANTLY REJECTED BY THE QUEEN) CONJARS UP A POTION THAT MAKES THE TREES OF THE FOREST INTO WALKING TALKING CREATURETHEY BLOCK THE SUN, AND AND CAUSE DAY TO BE COME NIGHT, THEN THEY CAPTURE THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS AND HER TRUSTY COMPANIONSBUT FORTUNATLY FOR THE PRINCESS, A BEST FREIND IN THE WORLD, A CHANLING FINDS THE POWER TO CHANGE INTO A FLYING CREATURE, HE FLY'S TO THE HANDSOME PRINCE'S CASTLE AND WARNS HIM OF THE PRINCESS CAPTURE.


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Poem Details | by Robert Heemstra |
Categories: love, money,

Love of Money

the love of money
is the root of all money
money’s not evil


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, america, art, books, business, celebration, celebrity, christmas, city, culture, dedication, depression, family, farewell, farm, feelings, film, freedom, goodbye, growing up, history, home, house, i love you, image, life, lost, money, music, native american, new york, paradise, patriotic, people, places, political, pride, today, tribute, truth, usa, world,

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Poem Details | by Dee Dee |
Categories: life, passion, political, social, urbanwar, child, children, love, money, war,

A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see 
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free 
Free from these shackles and discrimination 
Free from selective elimination 
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility 
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability 
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive 
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility 
Creating a place where these demons thrive 
A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain 
So mommy can get high and feel no pain 
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality 
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality 
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack 
They should have had love unconditional 
But instead they turn to crack 
Because their family has made it traditional 
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child 
Mommy is too high to provide 
Taught too young to hold it all inside 
Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide 
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find 
Because that is all that’s left inside 
Fill their minds with worldly possessions 
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression 
Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect 
Craving only negative attention 
Because of the love they now reject 
First born to poverty and aware before their time 
Unable to provide life’s necessities 
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime 
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection 
But really they are affected by lack of direction 
No money to feed the hungry and poor 
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war 
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed 
Push us too regress 
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less 
The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive 
There is a better way of life 
But not a better way to make them believe 
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave 
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave 
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority 
We are now the majority 
They are scared to death we have become the priority 
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken 
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke 
there are still too many truths left unspoken


Poem Details | by Patrick Cornwall |
Categories: allegory, funny, car, love, money,

Park The Car

Her love was a parking garage kiosk


Take your ticket when you enter

The money saved is legal tender 
                                                                                                                                   Places money in the slot

Park the car in open spot


Her love was a parking garage kiosk


Promptly throws her arms around him

Said she'd never ,ever liked him

Plants a kiss right on the lips

As she's  going leaves a tip


Her love's a parking garage kiosk


It's a different story different man 
                                                                                                                                      The miners gold is in the pan

Mounts with fury and with ease

Makes a slush fund if you please 


Kiosk


Drive the car and the yellow mustang

Go to the moon and drink some Tang

She feels no guilt or no sorrow

Pays the ticket we"ll meet tomorrow


Park the car


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, business, care, career, caregiving, christian, courage, cry, culture, faith, family, forgiveness, freedom, friend, fun, god, happiness, happy, health, heaven, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, jobs, journey, joy, life, love, money, pain, passion, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teen, teenage, thank you, uplifting, visionary, youth,

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: christian, faith, god, hope, jesus, love, money,

No Money

I'm going bankrupt this week
I never knew how much money had control of me
I'm letting go of the reigns
By opening up the purse strings
No bills fly out
'Cause there was no money to begin with
But I'm not complaining
'Cause I'm still dreaming
And I am worth more than money


Poem Details | by Debbie Knapp |
Categories: life, people, life, house, work, nice, house, life, love, money, nice, work,

Everything and Nothing

Everything and Nothing
A life of riley one would sayI bet you have everything and nothing to wantYou have it made, you’re so lucky, no worries or cares, your bills all paidYou don’t even have to work; I don’t know why you do! 
Must be nice having it all handed to youHow did you get so lucky? I bet you buy whatever you want whenever you wantIf you want something I bet you just have him get it for you or buy it yourself
Sure it must be nice having everythingNo care, no worries, what do you think? A life of riley this is notNothings free and worries there always areLucky you say but how do you know? What is handed to me, what bills are paid you think to know.
I don’t have to work yet here I am! You collect money for things all the while I tell you I am over my budgetBeing so lucky, having no bills or worries; have you thought this budget through? What about that credit card I need to get paid off! Yes an extra day of work will help with that yet lucky you say I am.
 You say I have everything, must be niceMy home is beautiful indeedA gated community with guards at all timesGround keepers manicure the yard and a house keeper inside as wellA car you would love to haveAt what price and how much of your life would you give? Others judge you thinking they know all there is to know.
How much do you spend, you do have a budget regardless what they thinkYou work because you need tooThe house what can you afford to buy for it? The house keeper takes up money and you have learned to think in dollars! The cute car, the one they would love to have who picked it? Things aren’t always what they seem!
Sometimes you can have everything and nothing at all                                             ~Debbie Knapp


Poem Details | by Mathieu de Casanove |
Categories: hope, life, lost love, nostalgia, places, romance, seasons, urban,

Boney Bonny Dames and Old Money Games


Until I've seen, Melbourne days
	was not just emptiness in play
I know I'll see
What I didn't see,
the September soaked symphony
	of Vivaldi vines climbing,
jacaranda booms,
tremolo spilling eaves

Until you know this suburban kid's righted the wrong
I'll verse on my way, you as the bridges in my song
Making choruses of dreams that could soon belong

And urban princes and their Porsches
Lost in winters, cold in summers
They adore to ornate you, over muskwood and glassy silvers
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars

These hardened hands carrying letters I send
	will wear me down to some sorry end
And this I know
But I'll go knowing
the Chapel charade was the pretty noise
	of sonnets chasing sunsets,
drunk Welsh poets
tearing tails for London wisps

Until it comes, a northern boy without southerly blues
The swaying Yarrans, sparkling flutes, Victorian flues
Keeps Flinders Station stepping full of over-priced shoes

And boney bonny dames, old money games
Skirts for winters, surgeons for gains
They climb to lower you, for fifteen lights upon their names 
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars


Poem Details | by Ahmad sajeed Udashkobi |
Categories: bangla, life, money,

Love in nothing

Money is nothing
people love the money
many people love in nothing


Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: dark, love, money,

Love and Money


Perhaps love is like a flower
it will only open
when the time is right
some say beauty is a whore
so give her money so slight!

If you were given millions of dollars
would you turn away
someone you truly loved?
or would you refuse
no regrets, no confuse?

Maybe to an extent
one can be young
and without money
sometimes to have a woman
we need it with lot's of honey!

But if a woman
wants me just for money
I would say, "honey,
take your money and throw it high
and receive your love from the sky!"


Poem Details | by makyia burks |
Categories: family, love

family love over money

no matter how much money you have it cant replace family love.


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny, sad

Money Not Love

Went to Wal-Mart to buy a Christmas ham
All I could find was a giant traffic jam
Near the toys__decorations
By my calculations
Come day after Christmas, dumpsters see cram


Poem Details | by Debra Coppinger Hill |
Categories: anniversary, devotion, faith, family, love, passion, uplifting, wedding, for her, for her, money, wedding,

THE MONEY FOR HER DIAMOND

     In the heat of July, 
While bringing in the hay, 
He gave her a baling wire ring, 
And this is what he had to say..

     “Someday I’ll put a diamond, 
Here on your hand
A diamond pure and perfect, 
As sure as I’m your man

     But, you know, a diamond, 
It won’t ever shine, 
As long or as bright, 
As this love of yours and mine.” 

     So they saved for her diamond,  
By putting little bits away, 
Money for the diamond, 
He would buy for her one day

     But the money for her diamond, 
Fixed the tractor and bought a plow, 
And in the dead of winter, 
Paid the vetbill for the cow

     The money for her diamond, 
Put the water to the barn, 
And paid the increased taxes, 
The county levied on the farm

     The money for her diamond, 
Paid the doctor in town, 
And when their daughters were all grown, 
It bought the wedding gowns

      It paid for the new roof, 
When the big wind came through
Then it it paid off the mortgage, 
Before it was due

     The money for her diamond, 
Was always well spent, 
She never even asked him, 
Just where the money went

     The money for her diamond, 
Helped them to survive, 
The money for her diamond, 
Kept their hopes and dreams alive

    Today it’s been sixty-three years, 
And the diamond is on her hand
But, as usual, in her pocket, 
Lies her original wedding band

     A twist of baling wire,  
Bent and covered up in rust, 
A symbol of the greatest of loves, 
His Promise and Her Trust


Poem Details | by William Masonis |
Categories: love, wife

Love Dodoitsu #2: Rich Without Money

Your laugh is my life's silver,
Your smile its shining gold.
Our love flows like a river
Glittering and old.


Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: childhood, funny, nostalgia, chocolate, , sweet love,

POCKET MONEY DAY

Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.

Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.

Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.

Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.

Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.




Poem Details | by OMAR JABAK |
Categories: allegory, anxiety, best friend, children, love, money, sorrow,

Spend and God Will Send

I've seen so many peopleI've known one common type.
I've found them hard to deal with, and harder to describe.
They work so really hard and make a lot of money.
They never wish to use it, or part with any penny.
Some never get married, as this requires money.
They think a wife and children will waste all their money.
They lead a lonely life as this will save more money 
I wonder why they work and make so much money!
They never enjoy their lives with some of this money! 
No man has ever been buried with all his saved money!
The pleasure of spending money provides no equal lure.
So, spend your dear money and God will send you more.

8/6/2015 


Poem Details | by Sam Ruby |
Categories: adventure, angel, angst, art, beautiful, black african american, business, butterfly, caregiving, christian, confusion, courage, dedication, devotion, dream, faith, family, fear, freedom, funny, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, history, hope, inspirational, life, lonely, love, philosophy, spiritual, visionary, world, love, money,

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If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unrealPeople are hearing but..not really hearingWhy is the world so blindI keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionizedI am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.