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I'm a very wealthy man.

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Wealthy man

I did not want to become wealthy man
At least I did not dream about pleasing a woman
As they all prefer stability in life with wealth
They would not mind to go with person with ill health

I used to pray God for success
More knowledge with enough of access
No blockade on the way for any of the reason
As I wanted to be a successful person

At a given point of time you may need some means
With enough of means you can directly score wins
Even though that may be marred by some of the difficulties
Still you may excel with your great abilities

With the advancement of time the picture may get clear
Either you will be struggling or surviving it with fear
Sometimes it may be falling short of your expectations
Still you may go on without making any revelation

It is only greed that pushes you to get something more
You accept all short cuts and try available methods to explore
It involve bloody measures but hardly it will affect your drive
As you are hell bent upon it and at any cost stand to derive

It is impossible to move on without money power
In the absence of it you can have only hut instead of tower
The intensity and power of it has been realized by all
You are doomed to fail and possibly witness the fall

How can you do away by remaining aloof?
The misery is dominant and very clear proof
One has to live with whatever he has and survive
Only he has to struggle hard and revive

The new trend is emerging or growing in new generation
They see it as strong power for future elevation
Growth and prosperity can become reality only when
There is full economic growth which comes not all of sudden

It is equally true that person may suffer from inferiority
He may always be down with complex such as superiority
This can be eliminated with only when one is fully contended
It is matter of self satisfaction and can never be pretended

It is recognized fact that economic superiority is must
It creates enough of confidence and required trust
Person may develop ill feeling if he has to live with some shortage
There may not enough of time left with his life span or age

Only few can remain fully satisfied
The reason behind is not falsified
The time and life style has changed a lot
At every level one or other odd is to be fought

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I saw a very old man

I saw a very old man very old indeed

older than any man

older than the hills and the seas

older than the planet earth to be sure

and who knows
it was he per haps

who witnessd the big bang

The sun and moon are his eyes

one is aburning in a huff

another is mellowed with mercy and kindness

and the, mans matted hair is hardly visible

T he astronomers may have seen it inthe vision of

the G reat Attractor

Everyone can find the old man

particularly when a cloudladen sky isrocked by an angry storm

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Wealthy Man Don't Hoard Your Money

Some one else will own your property when you are dead and gone
The day you die the World won't stop life it will carry on
You've made it big, you've reached the top, you're plutocratic kind
But wealthy guy you too must die and leave your wealth behind.

You came out of your mother free of guilt and evil sin
But now you're just a money hoarder like all other greedy men,
Your dreams of wealth have all come true you are now a millionaire
But moneyed man you too will die as sure as cows wear hair.

There's nothing wrong with money without money man can't live
But in a man there must be what is known as take and give
And just like all other greedy men you never give but take
And the more money you accumulate the more you want to make.

Wealthy man don't hoard your money, don't be scared to spend a pound
Or someone else will spend it for you when your bones rest underground
Everybody hates a miser, no one loves a greedy soul
And you too will be forgotten when you're placed in earthy hole.

poem by Francis Duggan
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I'm going to fight until the end. My husband is worth it. He wanted me to have it. He was worth a lot. He was a very, very wealthy man.

quote by Anna Nicole Smith
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Soldier of Light

Forgiven, forgotten and spiced all a lot,
Light will bring more to every little pot
Of gold.
Silver is great, golden bricks can throw further
And further is the bullet of Death.
Inside is found the bullet that wakes you up,
A very wealthy man is me.

poem by Naveed Akram
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SonnetX

In my Democracy a diamond's the same as an agate
So long as you section it, buff it, wet it
You'll be amazed at the light that pierces through it
As long as you never actually have to view it.
Why would any one venture to pay retail
While these little gems are everywhere for sale?
Love tropes, they say, before diamonds, were garnets
Purple and costly red as wine and blood
Why should diamonds not concede to agates
Which not infrequently have spots of red
Amid the green and brown and yellow-gray?
If I can get some funding, I will say
Agates are the new diamonds-and with this market plan
I shall die a very wealthy man.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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The Old Sugar Daddy's Woman

It isn't for love she is with him the ageing and bald headed Stan
But to his money she is surely attracted and money in her eyes makes the man
A blond in her late twenties and quite attractive and he has turned seventy four
But money to her is what matters and he is worth fifty million or more,
Young enough to be his grand daughter his eldest grandchild is her age
Her sugar daddy he is ageing a very wealthy man but not a sage
To him she is heavily pregnant to his vast fortune another heir
Her first child a son or a daughter will be born as a millionaire,
She is known as the sugar daddy's woman her man may have known a better day
But money to her is what matters and for herself she is doing okay
He may not look a young muscular sex symbol with hair dye he covers his gray
But money does speak every language and of you says more than words can ever say
Her lover is forty five years older than her but he is a wealthy old guy
And he has got plenty of money and few things that money cannot buy.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Mistuh Pahtillah

The name doesn't describe a gorilla.
Or startle with facts,
Like an action drama that is also a thriller.
I can get quite silly when pronoucing my name...
Since those I'm related to
Pronounce my last name,
Like they think they should
And some do as a game!

Pahtalier, Pahtilla, Pahtalah, Purtiller.
Puerteller, Pertillar, Partiller, Pertillaaah.
And giving me what they think I need...
Either long stares or a quick flash of a nod!
To confirm approval or something else odd!
It is so comfortable to be
In a peace of mind that lets things be!
When someone stops to ask,
'Where the hell you get that name from? '
I will gather my dignity then respond...
With my heritage light on!

I am not my name!
The one I was labelled with!
Nor am I a game.
I wont be annoyed intentionally.
Not for the shame of it to this degree!

You can call me and suggest
How best I can put my right foot forward!
Followed by my left!
But the name that you call...
Has to suit to protect our peaceful walls!
That's all!

I'm not looking through you...
As you look as if you can throw me away!
You have strayed away from getting too tender.
Your ancestors made me and those like me,
The one you once abused worse than any enemy!
And forgiveness has made a few of us friends...
Again!
But then again...
I am not my name!
The one I was labelled with!
Nor am I a game.
I wont be annoyed intentionally.
Nor make further wishes
That you should look deeper
Into me and 'see'! ...Me!

Call me what you wish!
But if you think I deserve more respect!
The kind you believe I don't often get.
'Mister Pahtillah' will do fine!
That will put you on my good side...
And we will be in the same frame of mind.
'Mistuh Pahtillah' will do fine!

And someone with a thought or two,
Will begin to think they know me...
And/or you too!
'He think he is Fabulous and Phat!
He thinks he can do anything...
And be All That!
He thinks he could become
A very wealthy man!
Skipping far ahead of the red sign
Dipping his mind on 'trappings' for this 'cat'!
Black and hospitable!

He has known he knew himself inside.
He doesn't need to be labelized.
What he knows is what he does...
And he does it to do it well!
And for me that name means family.
Some may someday 'get it'
And get with it! Or forget it.

Others never cared.
And that should be obvious...
To those aware!
Much of what we have...
Did not come from 'over there! '
Is there something being done,
About what it is that get's in your hair?

I am not my name!
The one I was labelled with!
Nor am I a game.
I wont be annoyed intentionally.
Not for the shame of it to this degree!

'Is this microphone turned off? '
I'm getting scannings and stares.
Nothing is showing in these eyes...
And nothing said is being recognized!
I can't even tell if any of them are aware
I am up here and in their faces.
And few of them make eye contact.
Although attracted they are...
But not to me!
'Is this microphone on? '

I am not my name!
How do I get them...
Inside of me,
To touch?
How is that broken down?
Let's take off our masks,
And throw them onto the ground!

Perhaps with that task...
We will see reflected,
A familiarity accepted!
Something once rejected...
Is now being suspected
That it should be inspected closer.

Call me what you wish!
But if you think I deserve more respect!
The kind you believe I don't often get.
'Mister Pahtillah' will do fine!
That will put you on my good side...
And we will be in the same frame of mind.
'Mister Pahtillah' will do just fine!

I am not my name!
Nor am I a game...
To play losing whims!
With those who can't decide...
Whether to be a Fee Fi or a Foe!

And someone shouts out,
Holding up their right hand...
I have three.
I have four.
And also five.
And he runs closer
'Mistuh Pahtillah...
I played three fo's last night!
That needs to come out! '

They call me Mistuh Pahtillah!
Mistuh Pahtillah.
They call me Mistuh Pahtillah!
I am not my name but they call me,
Mistuh Pahtillah...Mistuh Pahtilluh.
Mistuh Pahtilluh.
I am not my name but they call me...

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Needs A Jealous Man

she needs a very jealous man in her life
to make her feel that she is lovable
that she is still worth the hassle
that she is still a crystal bubble
she needs a very jealous man
to prick her so she can burst into
a very lovely flower
to face the sun with beauty and this time

with oozing sex appeal and more this time
with concrete self-confidence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I once knew a man

I once knew a man
who was a master
at his art.

The secrets that he knew
set him apart and enkindled brilliance
was the mark.

Discipline and dignity
inspired curiosity
and he was a great man to me.

A very clever man,
who played chess just as a hobby
and for the fun he got from the game.

Grand masters fell
under the spell
of the moves that he made.

He taught me to play
and I studied the moves
of Bobby Fisher
to try and conquer him.

Till one day
that his mind slipped away
and no chest set
would ever get
his attention again.

To this very day
when I play the game
it’s not the same
and I curse Alzheimer’s,
that more than
humbled him.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Melancholy Man

Im a melancholy man, thats what I am,
All the world surrounds me, and my feet are on the ground.
Im a very lonely man, doing what I can,
All the world astounds me and I think I understand
That were going to keep growing, wait and see.
When all the stars are falling down
Into the sea and on the ground,
And angry voices carry on the wind,
A beam of light will fill your head
And youll remember whats been said
By all the good men this worlds ever known.
Another man is what youll see,
Who looks like you and looks like me,
And yet somehow he will not feel the same,
His life caught up in misery, he doesnt think like you and me,
cause he cant see what you and I can see.

song performed by Moody Blues
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Moses (Bible Poems for Children)

In the land of Egypt, it came
to pass,
Jacob a wealthy man, sons did
mass.

Years passed, each became a
tribe,
A well known name, Each
worshiped God.

Pharoah the King, was afraid,
The God of Abraham, would
make him fade.

Pharoah was so very mean,
He created an awful scene.

To the river, the babies
must go,
Throw them in the waters
flow.

One Hebrew mother, found a
way,
Tuck him in a basket, float
it away.

Down the Nile River, the baby
boy went,
This child Moses, was Heaven
sent.

Pharoah's daughter came to
bathe,
Saw the baby, began to rave.

What a beautiful baby boy,
He will be my pride, and joy.

Moses grew, a strong young man,
Became famous, throughout the
land.

poem by Heather Burns
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He Came As A Man

JESUS came to me when I called his name
He didn’t come seeking fortune or fame.
He came because his father sent him to save mankind
To cure the sick, give sight to the blind.
To build hope and faith where there was none
So he sent his beloved son.

His son was given to the ones who
Would love him the best, and put
JOSEPH through a rigorous test.
He told JOSEPH that MARY would
Be the one to carry his glorious son
And JOSEPH said: “thy will be done.”

JESUS was then born in a manger
In a town full of strangers.
He grew and became a very strong man
And he preached throughout the land.

His words, his wisdom, his sacrifice
On the cross, - was not made to be lost.
He still reigns in the hearts of man
Every time they take his stand.

He is our light, our guiding star
I will follow him no matter how far.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Man That Got Away

Very nice man
The road is bitter,
The stars have lost their glitter;
The winds grow colder
Suddenly youre older
And all because of the man that got away.
No more his eager call
The writings on the wall
The dreams you dreamed
Have all gone astray
The man that won you
Has run off and undone you.
That great beginning
Has seen the final inning
Dont know what happened
Its all a crazy game
A game
No more that all-time thrill
For youve been through the mill
And never a new love
Will be the same
Good riddance, good-bye
Every trick of his youre on to
But fools will be fools
And wheres he gone to?
The road gets rougher
Its lonelier and tougher
With hope you burn up
Tomorrow he might turn up
Theres just no letup
The live-long night and day
Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman looking for
The man that got away
The man that got away

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Just Wealthy Whingers

Why do some very wealthy people see fit for to complain
When they already have more than enough seems beyond me to explain
Since to whinge they do not have a reason it does occur to me
That their money is not an antidote for their spiritual poverty
Worth millions in money and assets but it does seem sad to say
That their type more to be pitied spiritually poor in their small way
Like 'tis said much always wants more in their case this does apply
Why some wealthy people crave for more I really wonder why
Not far from their leafy suburb live the poor of poverty street
The homeless and the down and outs who never have enough to eat
Five hundred thousand dollars in yearly profit after tax and they complain for us not a good year
The more some have the more some want or so it does appear
They are just wealthy whingers some are so hard to please
In a World where millions of poor people are dying of hunger and disease.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Mr. Y

There was once a boy who loved tales,
He took in all of the details,
And saw that lords often made claim,
Of the very much adored dame,
With this in mind he formed a plan,
By which to be a wealthy man,
He knew there were hardships to face,
But he craved a loving embrace,
Hoping for fame he went to war,
And made more contacts than before,
He drove on when he was forlorn,
True to the oath which he had sworn,
Once he moved to a rank above,
He found some girls looking for love,
But he chose not to get involved,
For with his plan he was resolved,
By some rather devious schemes,
He in the end fulfilled his dreams,
So he looked for a girl to wed,
Plenty were keen or so they said,
He soon gained a beautiful wife,
Who he hoped to be with for life,
But all was not in the end fine,
Since his life had no story line,
He failed to fulfil all her needs,
For he often did selfish deeds,
She in time decided to leave,
Unlike some she was not naive,
It was clear it was not to be,
The woman could love unlike he,
As his heart started to harden,
His life then soon begged its pardon.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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To a Very Wise Man

I

Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames
In the huge midnight forest of the unknown.
Your soul is full of cities with dead names,
And blind-faced, earth-bound gods of bronze and stone
Whose priests and kings and lust-begotten lords
Watch the procession of their thundering hosts,
Or guard relentless fanes with flickering swords
And wizardry of ghosts.

II

In a strange house I woke; heard overhead
Hastily-thudding feet and a muffled scream...
(Is death like that?) ... I quaked uncomforted,
Striving to frame to-morrow in a dream
Of woods and sliding pools and cloudless day.
(You know how bees come into a twilight room
From dazzling afternoon, then sail away
Out of the curtained gloom.)

III

You understand my thoughts; though, when you think,
You’re out beyond the boundaries of my brain.
I’m but a bird at dawn that cries ‘chink, chink’—
A garden-bird that warbles in the rain.
And you’re the flying-man, the speck that steers
A careful course far down the verge of day,
Half-way across the world. Above the years
You soar ... Is death so bad? ... I wish you’d say.

poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Back On My Feet Again

Doctor, let me tell you something about myself
Im a college man and Im very wealthy
Ive got no time to trifle with trash like you
Cause I must be bout my business
My brothers a machinist in a textile mill
And he makes more money than you ever will
He just got married to a polish girl
With a space between her teeth
My sisters a dancer up in baltimore
At a small cafe on main
But she ran off with a negro from the eastern shore
Dr., she didnt even know his name
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Get me back on my feet again
Back on my feet again
Open the door and set me free
Get me back on my feet again
He took her down to mobile in a railroad train
He said, driver, take me to the hotel paree.
He went into the washroom
Washed his face and hands
Dr., when he come out he was white as you and me
He said, girl, Im not a negro Im a millionaire
As you can plainly see
So many women love my money
But you have proved that you love only me.
Im going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski
And you wont have to dance no more
And I no longer must pretend to be
A negro from the eastern shore.
Doctor, doctor, what you say
How bout letting me out today?
Aint no reason for me to stay
Everybodys so far away
Chorus

song performed by Randy Newman
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More Of A Man Than Me

She said that he was more of a man than me
Though he cheated and committed adultery
He does not work so he doesn't have a job
So all he knows to do is to lie and rob.
He told her that we was a very noble man
But he still knew that she was a married woman
He asked her to cheat on her husband true
And she didn't care as to that she wasn't new.
She would go visit him while I, her husband slept
And that secret to no-one did she kept
Her daughters and friends knew of the affair she was in
And they knew how once again she committed that sin.
She and him with her children now live in his house
They belong to no-one but a forgotten spouse
He’s commits crimes of sin against his soul and GOD
To man and woman he is nothing but a fraud.
Now she lies and steals and puts the blame on me
For her weak soul and mind and her adultery
A woman I know now she truly never was
As she cheats and steals and lust as a whore does.
She went to school thinking that will erase her past
But that's a game she plays as her sin will always last
And the lies she tells others so her they will believe
But all any soul has to do is look at her and see.
So now I think of what to me that she had said and done
While the thought of being true and devout she did shun
I remember when she said he was more of a man than me
But neither of them knew of truth, honor love or honesty.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Lover Man

Babys in the back seat, its so real
Gotta love the feel of the automobile
You get a certain style when youre so mobile
And responsibility you can avoid that trial
Walkin on the wild side
Lookin at the down side
Just a little crazy
Got a kind of strange pride
Standin at the back door, mercy me
Aint no place for the man to be
Its a private love, no publicity
And the woman that hes waitin for is bad news, hell see
Goin to a go-go
Slippin to a life low
Goin for the fake tan
Dreamin up a fashion plan
loverman
Hes a very superficial man
He likes the girls that go there
Hes a dude with a master plan
So young but why should he care?
Drivin into downtown right on time
Smokin like a pistol aimed on line
Waitin for the tingles in his back
All those dangerous feelings getting ready to attack
Walkin on the barbed wire
Playin with desire
Goin for the night plan
Breakin any heart he can
loverman
Hes a very superficial man
He likes the girls that go there
Hes a dude with a master plan
So young but why should he care?
Babys in the back seat
Gotta love the feel
Babys in the back seat
Gotta love the feel
Hes a very superficial man
He likes the girls that go there
Hes a dude with a master plan
So young but why should he care?
Hes a very superficial man
He likes the girls that go there
Hes a dude with a master plan
So young but why should he care?
Hes a very superficial man
His suit is ten years older than his last flame
Hes the dude with the master plan
Hes a very superficial man
He likes the girls that go there
Hes a dude with a master plan

song performed by Nazareth
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