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assonance, bereavement, dark, death, funeral, jealousy, money,
The widow, dressed in glossy black,
glides from the shadows at the back.
A veil lies slack across her face
to mask the grief her features lack.
Possessed of an insectile grace,
she sidles to the open case
and like the reptile smile she bares,
this too, serves to defile the place.
Since jealousy insures she cares
less for his death than for her shares,
obsession next finds her engrossed
in leaving with the gold he wears.
A parasite, she'll man her post
and feed from this depleted host
'til she believes she's bled the most
she can from his departed ghost.
funeral, humorous, money, satire,
They crawl out of the woodwork
Shedding lots of crocodile tears
Grieving for an ancient relative
They’ve not visited for many years
‘Auntie Annie’ is barely warm
But now you see the relations swarm
Waiting for the will to be read
They rub their hands with glee
Hoping they will be left
Lots of lovely money
‘Grieving relatives’ is rubbish!! Some are taking the mick ….
These mercenary vultures simply make me sick!
28th January 2017
abuse, angst, bereavement, giving, metaphor, money, philosophy,
The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.
It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.
With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.
It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.
I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.
anxiety, death, humor, money,
Now that I'm dead I can finally relax,
worry free of April 15th and filing my income tax.
death, heart, money, philosophy,
Just another day
For so little pay;
There surely must be
A better way.
To bury one's brain
And everything smart,
Playing the lead part
In the death of a heart.
business, conflict, freedom, grave, money, power, symbolism,
some days I'm neither decisive nor constant still in mid step advancing parallel combining
due stress pre-tense in depth, feign fair, fair is not love nor hate,objecting
lines turning war torn due reputations proceeding by stride and sweat pourn ,
but the clocks harder at self gaining advantage and foolish lost to
insincerity, caused by quotes barley examples of thought misunderstood .
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,
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 unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
death, life, money,
Hades*, some have decided to enrich, with
The souls of the poor**
The mighty greedy people of this world, may
Preserve their fortunes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 July 2015
* Pluto, the Underworld
**One, for better to evaluate this Epigram, should have
a look at my poem “ Greek Tragedy” posted on the 15 of July.
There I present a number of facts, concerning the financial crisis
of Greece. The facts are also presented by BBC today.
Here I only mention the confirmed 10.000 suicides that
took place in Greece the last five years. To the memory of those
people, I dedicate this poem.
funeral, grave, money, philosophy, poverty, slavery, sorrow,
I'm nearing a store.
Has it something for me?
No; I'm nearing the next.
Hoping there's something to see.
I'm nearing a store.
For something that's new.
Fearing the worst.
Hoping for few.
I'm nearing a store
for something I need.
Only to eat.
Hoping to feed.
I'm nearing a store.
Have I been here before?
Bored again and again.
Hoping that time will soar.
I'm nearing a store.
long after I'm dead.
Placed in a coffin my size.
Hoping I'm free and fled.
earth, emotions, heartbreak, money, quinceanera, sympathy, woman,
You let me down friend,
as your spring sprung and my life
flashed before my eyes.
Just That Archaic Poet
death, father, heaven, money, song,
"There is no safety this side of Death",
admonished Father Jubal.
There's a chance we've only one more breath;
I'd bet my bottom Ruble!
My iron tongue- my lying lung!
One last dirge to be sung...
But from the depths of Hell, from Heaven fell-
I have climbed up wrung for wrung!
Richard- Olivier Marius
death, imagination, inspirational, life, political, visionary,
The poor man crossing
Got hit by a long limo.
"So close," said the tree.
death, funny, leaving, life, memory, money, success,
when I die
I am certain
that the material stuff
I leave behind
a little sigh
death, depression, life, peoplewater, drink, water,
If we are such a great civilization then
why is there a lack of money ?
As we sit down and watch TV
Others die starvation and poverty
as we drink clean water from a tap
Others drink dirty water thats slowly
killing there heart
As we get up and go to the shop
Others walk seventy eight miles
and come back dead from the
skin boiling heat
As we go to the fridge and there
is plenty of food
Others kill precious animals in
order to survive
As we go to sleep in our comfortable
Others fear for there lives and most of the
time the never wake up
age, allusion, culture, death, money, nostalgia, technology,
the old man sees a doctor:
I am sick
I am not sick
I am old…
how are you sick?
the doctor asks
see? why should I come
if I knew how I’m sick?
no seer asks the what or the how
I am sick
she knows it:
she tells what rituals to do
and to heal fast and last
I’d rather see a seer
and go home
and stretch my legs
to my coffin length…
he staggers to walk out
turns to the doctor
speaks to the patients
in the waiting room:
I am as alive
as many of the living!
funeral, funny, imagination, life, political
One thing said about politicians
They can gather money like morticians
Who bring dead for burial
That go to meet Gabriel
While politicians greet contributions
angst, death, grief, history, humanity, military, money,
There were shades of tranquility
aching 'neath civilization's cry,
still blood was shed amid glorified
borders of battlefield's convoluted calling,
each magnified footprint pooled crimson
filled ideologue's of disenchantment
amidst revolutions of ill-chosen power,
marching to drumbeats of fool's gilded dogma
death, funny, happiness, life,
Why do people have love affairs with money?
It will never hug you and call you honey!
It's something that will come and go
If that's used to keep life balanced,
I really hope you don't loose your big toe
When it's all gone and your staring at your last wall
Will you think about your fortune 500 brand in a picture down the hall?
food, funny, money,
Here lies T. R. Castor
She bought food for a meeting,
Overestimated how many were eating
The credit card, our boss had passed her
Now she's buried in this pasture
absence, allusion, analogy, bereavement, corruption, image, money,
Welfare's begging money.
Begging for them more.
Welfare's simply given
less than what it's for.
Pity to the beggars
begging on for you.
Pity what they're given
just the way they do.
Pray for all the beggars
begging as they do.
Pray their prayers are answered
that you're included too.
betrayal, death, emotions, lost, money, prayer, voice,
The faces have no name or color, they only hope of a future which will never be seen. They stagger to God in prayer begging for help as the tears flow freely down their worn and wrinkled cheeks.
Mothers awake to the sound of crying with not an answer to their children's pleas. The world goes on as always, turning their backs on these people, who continue to die in silence, without a voice or harmony.
6th grade, 9th grade, abuse, analogy, dedication, eulogy, money,
I think that we should hunt the poor
and catch them in our nets.
Then bury them in one big hole
As how we treat our pets.
Then wait for more to come along
and keep the sport alive.
To honor Queen and Country spurned
where once the dollar thrived.
Then threaten them who'd lose a dime
to sit amongst the poor.
To take what honors left in them
to die amongst the sure.
Where everyone can see a dollar
to understand it's worth.
And all the poor who lose a dollar
fill in the cost of birth.
death, family, money,
Money buys happiness
So they say
But it takes a lot away
When your working all the time
You’ll look up one day and find
There’s so much life that has past
The years are going by so fast
Money’s making your world cold
Without a love to kiss and hold
Or a little one that needs
A daddy, not a man of greed
Stop and look into their eyes
And you’ll finally realize
A balance needs to be found
Before they put you in the ground
On your stone no one will see
Money does not make you happy
A depersonalized holocaust slowly proceeds
Under convertible assuaged currency
Separate disparate lives, anonymous dredging
Tear against the land, air, and crawling
Human hands finalized the creed
Scourging banks to let the biosphere bleed
Recognizing no natural dignity
Expect that converted into commodified property
Distraction allows us to peel away
Taking the mind narrower still
And filling the void with caramelized exchanges
Simply look away
The slave servitude continues
J. I. Thomas F.
city, death, dream, money, world,
On the streets of endless progress,
past the suburbs of delight,
We drive through matchless wonders,
of steel and glass and light.
The hunger is infectious,
you can feel it in your veins:
the will to thrive at any price—
go on and break your chains!
Fortunes have been made here,
the path is paved and broad.
Do you want to have respect at last?
To play at being God?
But then I see twixt the towers and gleams,
an old cemetery. So much for our dreams.
Written on 10 March 2017