by Brian Jinanwa |
It's not a sport
It's a lifestyle
No one understands
What it means to play it
Not for the money
Not for the fame
But the love for the game
Not a sport
It's a lifestyle
by John E WordSlinger |
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
by Michael McOrus |
introspection, people, philosophy, social, lost, lost,
Who is more righteous,
The pious man who watches in awe,
Or the faithless man saving those in the blaze?
Who is stronger,
The man who lifts a ton with one arm,
Or the mother of four on her own?
Who has lost more,
The man who has lost his money,
Or the man who has lost his love?
Who is weaker,
The man who can't fight back,
Or the man who won't fight for him?
Who Is more savage,
The man who doesn't know right from wrong,
Or the man who doesn't care?
Who is wiser,
The man who has the answers,
Or the man who asks the questions?
by Karen DA |
deep, emotions, feelings,
In this world nothing is free
Even the air we breathe seems to have price
Even love is for sale
though I hate to agree
Here, nothing is constant
Nobody is permanent
They all vanish in an instant
A place where money is made god
Where everything is bought
And good things are truly bad
I want a place somewhere
Where money has no power
and love is free
Just somewhere away from here
by Sunshine Smile |
christmas, love, winter,
In a moment of silence
The winter's crystals are filled
in a snowglobe with you
A window without curtains
Like two sparrows in the country of love
We escape from problems in line
and money that burns
To get away from Christmas and stress
This is one of the most magical places on earth
So close, cheek to cheek
We sit on this branch and shine
in our common air and landscape
Christmas is time for peace,
love and reflection
Take care of those around you
Christmas is a period of the year
it's hardest to be lonely
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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by Poet Destroyer A |
husband, nature, wife
~~ Divorce Club~~
Haiku * divorce trip *
eclipse of the sun and moon
dreams that fall like leafs.
Limerick * never settle*
Like a gun to my head of course
I married the end of a horse
love was never real,
kids no big deal.
Wow! I gain more money after divorce!
Couplet * forever vows *
I meant them words "for better or worse" during our holy matrimony
The better now has hit me, once the Court ordered alimony:-)
**OKAY I'M NOT GOOD AT EXAMPLES**
by Lu Loo |
childhood, family, happiness, love,
Second Chance May 2016
Sponsor: Eve Roper
connected to my grandpa
unto them came four children
love to go around
mother faced cancer
a dear lady, my angel
adulthood so strong
warmhearted and devoted
affections of blood
money not vital
wealthy in rich loyalty
assets of true faith
our childhood dog Bo
my sweet Golden Retriever
my canine best bud
united as one
roots form a family tree
Date Written: April 30, 2016
Date Finalized:May 19, 2016
by Joyce Johnson |
humble bumble bee
brings pollen from apple tree
to make his honey
he feeds his loved queen
to protect her he gets mean
his stings aren’t funny
a hive is his home
he fills it with honeycomb
for love not money
For Carol Brown's "What's the Buzz" contest
Carol gave me a no. 1
by Barbara Gorelick |
I didn’t appreciate you enough; I'm sorry, I didn’t know
Difficult times, raising us was so tough; I’m sorry I didn’t know
Little money, food in limited supply, yet you never complained
I didn’t notice your hands were so rough; I’m sorry, I didn’t know
While working two jobs as well as keeping us all safe, fed and happy
You always seemed calm , never harsh rebuffs; I’m sorry, I didn’t know
I don’t think you ever had more than one dress or a new winter coat
We had more love than material stuff; I’m sorry I didn’t know
Jeanie now a mom herself and understands what it must have been like
When I speak of mother my voice gets gruff; I’m sorry, I didn’t know….
by Gareth Heslop |
This misty sky
a reflection of our misty life
in its sucked up, clouded vision
without any sense of perception,
its hopes, its desperation, its life,
clinging, slipping, dropping away
from view, from all of us,
droids and prefects alike,
to see through the mess,
too brain dead to think aloud,
to escape from this sick world
of profits in money not in hope
or dreams or love or life,
created by our bosses to protect
and huddle us from the harsh
realities of unknown centuries
and create our own 'civil'isation,
our life our hopes hanging on their walls
The misty sky is all in our sight
I want to be on the star shining bright
by JAN ALLISON |
fantasy, heaven, how i feel, money,
If money was no object I wonder where I’d go
I’d love to visit friends who have just moved to Orlando
I could buy a wonderful mansion packed full of treasure
With servants to wait on me, so I could enjoy my leisure
But to move away from everything I know doesn’t appeal to me
Money doesn’t buy you happiness - well not from what I can see
So in reality I would not move away from my little house
I’d give my fortune to charity and live like a church mouse
When I leave this mortal coil I could look down from my home in the clouds
See that others have benefited, for there are no pockets in shrouds
If You Were Rich
Sponsor Mystic Rose
by Cona Adams |
character, hope, identity, inspiration, life, mother, mother daughter,
My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.
I want to leave myself behind,
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.
Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.
A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity.
As long as I live, so will she.
I want that,
when it's my turn to go.
by Dom- X- |
abuse, addiction, celebration, dedication,
No, no, you got it all wrong
This is my N song
I love using the N word in everything I do, I am
NO, I am not Sam, I am
I love the N word, when told to google thing
I don't like the N word during the middle of a fling
Many times I use the N word, when asked if I took the batteries
NO, I did no such thing, you crybaby
I use the N word, when my girl needs sUm cash
I'm not falling for that dash
A simple No, to all money grubbers,
I'm not a "YES" man
I'm a "NO" man
On occasions, I love using the F word even more
by Anonymous Norman |
hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love
Quantum leap, material mind,
learning curve steep, perceptive mankind,
this earth inherited to keep, in the depth eyes shined,
the karmic benefits we reap, after money too long pined,
in the shadows they did creep, by our light left blind,
hearts awaken from their sleep, each ventricle gold lined,
More awake each enlightened peep, open hearts, contemplative minds; you'll be amazed at
what you find.
Been crawling, now it’s time to walk, too long the masses talking the talk.....
by Charles Melody Lightning Ink |
All without money,
All like honey,
Better than any.
Plenty of emotions,
Taking away diseases,
The captives he releases,
Never friendly with sickness,
Never! yes never reckless,
He gives salvation to those he fore knew.
by Richard Lamoureux |
We all get up early
To head out to the mall
For Black Friday Bargains
We want to get them all
First there's all the line ups
We're set to crash the door
Here for all our treasures
Waiting inside the store
The entrance is opened
we all push and we shove
Forget the Christmas Spirit
This sure aint about love
Cash registers flashing
Bing Bang Ring a Ding Ding
The money is flowing
People buying their Bling
Some people get trampled
They didn't factor that cost
All those stupid profits
In the end will be lost
by Meenakshi Raina |
friendship, life, love,
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
by Richard Pickett |
you don't need
necklaces of gold
or all the money in the world,
what you do need though, is Love,Trust, and understanding
those are the things, that can't be bought with all the money in the world
or fifteen tons of gold.
What you can get to be happy is, Friendship,Husbands,Wives,Children,Grand
children, that is love,trust,understanding,a life of morality, GOD!
WoW thta was tough!
by Randall Smith |
I write this for a reason
From a mans point of view...
So let me take a moment
And say what I feel....
Love is an emotion
I endeavor to feel
From the depths of my soul
But it's not her....and show
How my kindness of heart
I bestow....and yet
She takes her leave...
Not caring how I feel
She says I can't
Be the man that she will
Ever need....Money...she needs
But I say...so simply
Sleep with me
And forget......all the
by Christy Hardy |
family, food, friendship, happiness, life, love, on work and working,
Never much money did my grandpa have,
but love, yes love, was all around,
his weathered skin, and calloused hands,
showed the world, he was a hardworking man.
With a tired old mule, he plowed his fields,
planting his crops, so all could have meals.
No Food Stamps way back then,
just neighbor helping neighbor, time, and again.
All the children had chores to do,
before the rooster crowed, before they left for
Five little children, their hair so white,
walking down a dirt road, imagine the sight.
by Rockman Pritts |
song-lyricbeauty, beauty, magic,
Living on the lower side
Of town just gets me down
There ain't no money
Ain't no work here to be found
There ain't no luck and I
Ain't seen no magic charms
The only magic that I've found
Is in my babys arms
Litter lines the city streets
To show how much we care
Flowers die and birds get high
From breathing filthy air
I look around and try
To see where beauty lies
The only beauty that I've found
Is in my babys eyes
People try to tell me
We're living in a fantasy
But they don't understand
It's real for her and me
They try to tell me
We're making a mistake
If that means loving her
Then that's the chance I'll take
by Jill Martin |
angst, confusion, devotion, hope, introspection, life, love,
Stuck. Glued. Skewed.
devoted to devotion
dedicated to dancing
on a string
threw away the safety net
to take the chance on
give me a reason
to be here
by daver austin |
Animals teach us to love
They excel at all the simple things
They are no good at complex things
Painting great art
Playing the violin
Making out income tax returns
Building machines of war
When we ask animals to do any of these complex things
They look at us with such curious eyes
We value them for their unobtrusive simple ways
Give them a place to sleep (often on our own bed)
If this aint love I'm a rooster's comb and cackle!
by Gregory Richard Barden |
analogy, love, metaphor, relationship,
Who do you think you are?!?
You use your tears like money,
Each one paying for another excuse ...
Lies dripping with feigned empathy,
And staining honesty like blood.
Yet these briny drops fall to me,
Pressed between our empty pages ...
Like a dried rose once given in love, cherished,
Now, left to wither ... thorns and all.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select C Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Who Do You Think You Are" Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
by Panagiota Romios |
child, daughter, family, how i feel, inspiration, miracle, mother,
One can have money, riches and diamond rings.
Searching in stores for resplendent things~
But a loyal and loving daughter cannot be bought.
She's God's gift to me, that I
When friends and family leave,
She knows how fully I grieve!
A knock on the door I do not expect,
There she stands with a special gift.
Her endless and enduring love I don't deserve.
Nor her constant friendship like a bubbling brook.
Her brown eyes and sparkling smile,
Enable me to walk all lonely miles.
She is in my heart, she is my child!