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Constancy Trumps Currency

Currency runs us, binds cuffs of dependancy to us We become what we're paid to do Or transform according to the clock Currency discusses what's needed what's expected, agreed A hand out is a hand filled According to job description Consider a job done half heartedly, half completed If payment is insufficient Currency comes with requirements, fake smile tense Currency goes when done Society is sewn on the premise of currency as successful Tender, deals, tenures, exchange The factor I'm lacking in my proximity is authenticity Heart warming mode of constancy Flow of favour stemming from desire, somewhere genuine Reassurance of supply running two ways Constancy is reflex, needs understood Without discussion Voluntary giving, natural provision Without thinking, gladly Constancy is home, is known, trust innate Entity built securely Stays 8th August 2020 Submitted for Silent One's Contest, Inflicted

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Date: 8/19/2020 6:50:00 AM
- Congratulations on your win in Silent One's contest: INFLICTIONS :) - // Anne-Lise :)
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Sigrid Ermine
Date: 8/19/2020 2:43:00 PM
Thank you so much, Anne-Lise!
Date: 8/15/2020 4:14:00 AM
The whole of the world is inflicted by such things... Congratulations on your placement in the contest.
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Sigrid Ermine
Date: 8/19/2020 2:42:00 PM
That's definitely right. A far less personal poem this time! Thank you, SO
Date: 8/9/2020 7:49:00 PM
Utopia is just a poem away! Alas and alack, we live in a world of currency, constancy, 'blind cuffs of dependency' -- love that phrase -- and inauthenticity -- your great phrasing telescoped there. This goes straight into my FAVES, Sigrid. Truth, truth, truth screaming from every line. Peace and Pleasure, Gershon
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Sigrid Ermine
Date: 8/19/2020 2:41:00 PM
I just read this now. Thank you, Gershon
Date: 8/9/2020 9:14:00 AM
I used to work in a bank many moons ago and felt I was being paid to be someone I wasn't. Corporate fake smiles hid this young adult's fustration back then, that's for sure: I wasn't being faithful to myself. One thing I did learn in my short tenure with banking was that money wasn't the real problem as much as the love of money. Great poem Sigrid. :)
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Sigrid Ermine
Date: 8/9/2020 2:52:00 PM
Wow, you had the insight (like a money psychologist)! Thank you for stopping to read and comment, Gary.
Date: 8/8/2020 9:37:00 AM
It is sad that some people judge others by their wealth without considering the person that they really are. I'm not sure if this is the meaning you had in mind, Sigrid, but this is the way I read it. Have a great weekend my friend. Hugs, John
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