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Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: assonance, bereavement, dark, death, funeral, jealousy, money,

Parasite

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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.
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Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: funeral, humorous, money, satire,

WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A RELATIVE

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

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: abuse, angst, bereavement, giving, metaphor, money, philosophy,

The Welfare Poem

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.

Poem Details | by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: anxiety, death, humor, money,

Death and Taxes

Now that I'm dead I can finally relax,
worry free of April 15th and filing my income tax.




3-22-17


Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: death, heart, money, philosophy,

Just Another Day

         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.

Poem Details | by Jason Schropp |
Categories: business, conflict, freedom, grave, money, power, symbolism,

hip hop won't die

 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 .

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 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.

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: death, life, money,

TSUNAMI OF GREED



Hades*, some have decided to enrich, with 

The souls of the poor**


For


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. 


Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: funeral, grave, money, philosophy, poverty, slavery, sorrow,

I'm Nearing A Store

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.

Poem Details | by Jackson LaBaugh |
Categories: earth, emotions, heartbreak, money, quinceanera, sympathy, woman,

Haiku for the Butter Machine

You let me down friend,
as your spring sprung and my life
flashed before my eyes.

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: death, father, heaven, money, song,

Social Climber

"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!

Poem Details | by Richard- Olivier Marius |
Categories: death, imagination, inspirational, life, political, visionary,

As the Poor Man Crossed the Street to the Money Tree

          The poor man crossing
Got hit by a long limo.
                    "So close," said the tree.

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: death, funny, leaving, life, memory, money, success,

stuff

when I die
I am certain 
that the material stuff  
I leave behind 
won’t cry

but maybe
maybe
just 
a little sigh

Poem Details | by Elton Pearson |
Categories: death, depression, life, peoplewater, drink, water,

Money

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
secure beds 
Others fear for there lives and most of the 
time the never wake up

Poem Details | by Assefa Dibaba |
Categories: age, allusion, culture, death, money, nostalgia, technology,

in need of social medicine

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:

dead
or 
dying	
I am as alive 
as many of the living!

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funeral, funny, imagination, life, political

Politicians Gather Money

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

Poem Details | by Paloma P |
Categories: angst, death, grief, history, humanity, military, money,

Disenchanted Ideology

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

Poem Details | by Lynn Dolly |
Categories: death, funny, happiness, life,

Love Affair with Money

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?

Poem Details | by Sean Rackley |
Categories: food, funny, money,

An Epitaph For Fajitas

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

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: absence, allusion, analogy, bereavement, corruption, image, money,

Welfare's Begging 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.

Poem Details | by joan woods |
Categories: betrayal, death, emotions, lost, money, prayer, voice,

Death With No 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.

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: 6th grade, 9th grade, abuse, analogy, dedication, eulogy, money,

Hunting The Poor

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.

Poem Details | by robin davis |
Categories: death, family, money,

Theres No Love When Money Is All You Think Of

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

Poem Details | by Justin Debrosse |
Categories: beauty, death,

Conversion of Sacred Life into Money

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

Poem Details | by J. I. Thomas F. |
Categories: city, death, dream, money, world,

A Melancholy Ride in Houston

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