Best Avaricious Poems
What Of This Niggardly Miserable Earth
What of this niggardly miserable earth
this small plot awaiting a white tombstone
when she cares and asks what is it all worth
once enslaved a soul fades into bone
a place to arrive and sleep and slumber
deep under so willingly turned soil
when life gasped and then ups your number
no more the dawn's waking or daily toil
here sleep with ancient and wizened trees
O great wizard is there no remedy
is life just spasms and then some comedy
no amount of beggarly hoping please
is there not paradise thus awaiting
kind when we think of a life of pure ease.
What of this niggardly miserable earth.
When she cares and asks what is it all worth?
Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
JULY-03-1971, age 17
Note ; Erased
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Dictionary-: NIGGARDLY
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nig·gard·ly
adjective
ungenerous; stingy.
"serving out the rations with a niggardly hand"
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close-fisted
penny-pinching
cheeseparing
penurious
grasping
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Scroogelike
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close
mean
stingy
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tight
tightfisted
money-grubbing
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Opposite:
generous
adverb ARCHAIC
in a stingy or meager manner.
Categories:
avaricious, art, conflict, creation, deep,
Form:
Sonnet
By the steeple, all the people
That said no to Mr Needle
All the people too suspicious
Got diseases that were vicious
For the reaper, avaricious
Finds the human too delicious
So deny the plan he’ll hatch
Take the sharp but tiny scratch
Don’t reside with all the people
In the ground beside the steeple
Categories:
avaricious, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme
I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence.
Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk -
Notions, plans, dreams, impulses - the detritus that bloats their bellies.
Scrawny, gnarled trees about me, bony-fingered limbs clawing, scraping,
Biased, ragged people who assume to know, whose perspectives bleed -
Careless, avaricious purposes, spirits gutted like my stark, graffitied walls.
YOU shall redeem me ... douse my scaffolding, ignite these timbers ...
Ravage my whole with conflagration, toss the cooling ashes windward!
My foundation runs deeper than these trees' tangled roots ... now ...
Raise again, my walls - loving, formidable, joyous, and you ... INSIDE.
Written and submitted on January 25, 2019
For the "Ten Lines Ten Words, Free Verse 1" Poetry Contest
Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
avaricious, analogy, growth, introspection, love,
Form:
Free verse
Love can be a kindling or cool water for war,
it can douse a tinder, or fuel an uproar;
freedom to express is such that one’s voice
ennobles or offends, there’s always a choice.
War gestates in a greedy bosom’s core,
nourished till obese, always wanting more,
tumor of hate, festers like a sore,
corpses in its wake, avaricious carnivore.
Love is the compassionate sailboat’s oar,
fathoms with wisdom the sea's dungeoned floor,
guides the heart toward unprejudiced shore,
then renders decision, with fair, reasoned score.
Too many lives lost for love of country before
going home in a carriage, with medals of courage,
yet too young for marriage, justice’s miscarriage!
Love can be a kindling or cool water for war.
11 February 2016
Categories:
avaricious, analogy, life, love, war,
Form:
Rhyme
My avaricious appetite for life,
Provides the fuel to ramble ,
Through this ripened world I roam.
I'm driven by unrelenting hunger.
This greedy, vicious beast,
who calms with continuous feeding,
Consumes my soul and waking moments,
and propels me, salivating, onward.
Unfed, my compass needle spins in panic,
My thoughts chaotic, I lose my focus.
I travel roads, pitch black and rutted,
Just to quench the rabid thirst.
The paths at times,
Are filled with fog,
Obscuring my sight,
Bringing me to my knees.
I seek illumination,
To know what it is to be sated.
But this knowledge is for others,
I've not yet found my way to light.
Through this land I'll wander,
Eyeing fruit laden landscapes,
and white caps on the ocean waves..
I need to savour every luscious moment .
Categories:
avaricious, life
Form:
Free verse
My lawyer drives a Jaguar,
a slim and glitzy marque.
He seldom ventures near the Law,
(the work's done by his clerk),
buts sends in bills at Partners Rates;
that avaricious shark.
My Broker's Merc is spanking new;
it takes his fishing rod.
He, as of right, once gently slipped
in shoes his father trod.
All pomp and circumstance he struts,
this self appointed God.
Accountants' BMWs
have litres by the score.
Mine's filled his up with gadgetry
and Wilton on the floor.
And now he's had his Coat of Arms
emblazoned on the door.
I used to have a set of wheels,
a Morris Minor van.
It was a dear and much loved friend
which ran and ran and ran.
I polished it with tender care
and was its greatest fan.
Alas! It's gone to pay the bills.
But why? I cannot see.
All day they guff and huff and puff
and then demand a fee.
I do not want their 'sound advice',
I want a car - for me!
~
For Carol Brown's 'First Car' Contest by Charles Clive.
Categories:
avaricious, confusion, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone .
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.
My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.
I looked into nature
And tore apart my mind.
Then put them on the table
To see what I could find.
I found that I'de been greedy
and avaricious, too.
Whenever projects of mine failed
I put the blame on you.
I found that I was lonely;
I thought you didn't care.
But what I really didn't know
Was you were always there.
You tried to fill the void
That always was in my Life.
you tried to ease the sorrow
You've been a real good Wife.
Yvette & Grandpa Murray
From James Murray to , Janet Murray ..his beautiful wife.
" In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my Grandmother Murray "
Categories:
avaricious, dedication, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents,
Form:
Epic
GREEDY AND JEALOUSY
The haves and the have not, they all stand at equal pulverized
Stretching their hands for arms giving, yes we are all vulnerable and vagabonds
Having money is valueless in the absence of helping hand, skills and ability
Maybe, maybe not–I need you and you want me is the root of jealous and greedy
Needs and wants do not drink from the same cup-if you need me then I need you
Dig deeper and read between the lines you will see the thin blue and red lines
Blue you want my skill-red you don’t want me, your greedy causes you to abuse me
Greedy from the rich-Jealous from the poor, all at the foot of the cross
Avaricious speaks up and boast, all is in palm of my hands
Equality is the blindfold for the naïve; If I have the money then I have the power
You cannot fit into my shoes neither eat from my plate, get what I offer or die
This is animal farm, I the lion still rule-no corruption just connection in my world
The food is mine, let just use your spoon, and you will be also feed from left overs
The power to hire and fire is in my pocket, please my egos maybe you will be safe
Even if humility causes you humiliation, you are obligated to be humble at all times
Faith is for the weak, visit my palace and witness words turn into money
Greedy from the rich-Jealous from the poor, all at the foot of death
Jealousy often originate out of lack, give me enough that I may not steal
Come walk in shoes, being feed from crapes falling from the rich man’s table
I wish I had all they have and wish they had my strength and skill, beauty of inequality
Sorrow in my inner soul, so drifted from the beds of the sea, drowning in my envy
Okay you have the food and I have the spoon, maybe I should turn my spoon into a knife
Mr. rich man, we are all walking in the shadows of reality, jealousy and greedy are just results
Do not take my meekness as weakness; neither should you turn my humility into humiliation
Greedy from the rich-Jealous from the poor, foot of birth and death is equal
We are all equal, Greedy and Jealousy are like twins, just depend who saw the sun first
We all need each other just as the succor field needs players, without each other there is no game. So never let you greedy take you swallow you neither you jealousy mislead you.
Categories:
avaricious, art, jealousy,
Form:
Acrostic
[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat
[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away
[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance
[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within
Categories:
avaricious, allegory, angst, animals, death,
Form:
Free verse
A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile, some agile and some avaricious,
The anopheles was the most fragile but avaricious.
This human, they set eyes on,
She was in possession of everything they needed
And in want of nothing.
So because of her possessions, they attacked her
And she being weak, could do nothing to defend herself.
And so with their proboscis, they sucked her blood,
For many a year, she was continuously being sucked.
As she was being sucked, so was she being bitten,
Some bites were gentle, others, excruciating.
But with God on her side, she stood on her feet.
The wind of change gently blew some mosquitoes away
Others clung tight, for they were desperate
But the human started agitating for her freedom
So the remaining mosquitoes reluctantly left.
But alas!!!! She has been sucked semi dry
She started labouring to regain herself back
Just as the lazy anopheles mosquitoe came back
As the other mosquitoes went and continued their lives,
The anopheles discovered it couldn’t survive alone
So it came back through lies and deceit to suck more blood
And from that same human, it continued sucking blood,
It will come as if to make peace
Between the body parts; but that’s a pretext.
It truly came for blood and more blood
The anopheles mosquitoe knows it can’t live without the blood
But it can never accept that fact
Because of its dirty pride.
It is the laziest of all the mosquitoes
Because it depends solely on the human
If the human doesn’t open her eyes
And with zeal, fight back,
The anopheles will suck her with no mercy.
NO HUMAN, NO ANOPHELES MOSQUITOE
NO AFRICA, NO FRANCE
Categories:
avaricious, africa, satire,
Form:
Blank verse
ATHENA
A girl so gorgeous to regard upon with grins
does protect this peaceful city with serene souls.
She blesses all the dwellers with witful arts and
cunning crafts that carve them into beautiful souls
into beautiful souls that radiate transformation
of cocoons into butterflies that fly freely
in the sky with birds, white clouds, and the flaming sun.
From her sheath her sword was drawn to slay many beasts
who crept the peripheries of the city walls,
in search of human prey with avaricious fangs.
They creep and crawl and roar many frightful screeches,
that imbue the human heart with horror and fear.
Categories:
avaricious, beauty, courage, devotion, peace,
Form:
Blank verse
On this peaceful land where we live comfortably
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon,
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows;
we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the wilderness
to spot the games to hunt in the changing colors of the flowers
in the time of bloom and fruit and revolving seasons
One day, from the east, crossing over the great sea,
the white feathered gluttonous bird flew into this peaceful land
and took our land by force; the bird cruelly pecked us with his avaricious beak, cold-heartedly tore us with his sharp talons, kept pushing and shoving us eastward, and this vicious cycle drove us into tribal wars and at last, Illini
to extinct.
And this moaning butte throwing its shadow on the water
atop of encircling cliffs is the Starved Rock, the site where
the great tragedy took place, all Illini tribesmen lost their lives.
The water of the Illinois River mixed with the tears of the people
who lost everything in the east via this legion for further west,
now moans to ease the spirit of Illini wandering around
the Staved Rock, which is still hungry, in the evening glow
as a soundless requiem.
The water flows embracing sorrowful Rock where:
the mother jumped into the water holding her beloved child,
the village elders who collapsed while upholding tribal pride
followed by the war cry of the warriors who grabbed tomahawk and fought but, alas, fell to enemy’s hand, now is telling the story of their last day
it becomes whirlpool in the very middle of the water.
When the streams small and large come together the following paths
meet and form a pool on the top of this lonely butte on the other side of the river, and dashes into the basin of the waterfall;
some of them fall rapidly into the steep ravine with heartrending cries
some of them drift like slow moving time in deep sorrow
some of them descend to the rocks of level stratum one by one
singing a funeral dirge.
The spirit of Illini drifting along the river
carrying so many sad stories touches the tourists’
heart; stepping on the site of the tragedy
makes tears stand to casual sightseers;
the grief-stricken stories raise the ripples in the river
and leaves a lingering imagery in the eyes and ears of the travelers
Categories:
avaricious, america, pain, people, river,
Form:
Narrative
She is a mysterious thing…
Invincible, Invisible & a Master of Torment.
Do not try asking why—that is exhausting.
She is temperamental—
Like An old pick-up truck.
Speak sweet to her--rub the steering wheel
She will take you from point a –to- point b.
Curse and Swear--Rant and Rave…
You will find yourself kicking tires & walking away.
Some days she makes me feel like a scraggly, stray dog.
Homeless and tired, wandering alone.
She is a Beast—a loud, flashing bright light.
I see her, I feel her—but others have no sight.
She is selfish and avaricious--
Consuming my days & taking my nights.
Never bothering to ask—if I have plans.
Certain hopes-will not-be obtained.
Picking and Choosing--Battles and Tasks,
Maybe tomorrow--if just for the day.
The fog will lift & rain will play.
So many spoons—not enough plates.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
Categories:
avaricious, change, feelings, health, life,
Form:
Free verse
All for one
None for all
A house of cards that will
Bring about a great fall
Only a select few
Can spellbound the masses
Becoming Kings and Queens
With illegitimate claims to fame
We lift them up high
On a plinth made of our backbones
We the new third estate
Glorify them as demigods
Who conquered us all
With just a little bit of gloss
We are their slaves
Enthralled to them
We give them all
Unholy wolves
Swaddled in wool are they
Devouring all with their avaricious mind-set
We pay them tithe
Which they feel is rightly theirs
The public purse is for them alone
Everyone else must get by on their own
Just a few control the building blocks of society
An inbred top heavy hierarchy
That exert undue pressure downwards
Maiming those they lord over
Stymieing their advancement
A limited gene pool of ideas and talent
Hinders the legacy
That today passes to the future
A sure way for eventual extinction
A very sad prophecy
Selfishness and graft
Erode decency in society
Harassing the pillars of unity
Resentment thus festers
Those in the middle
Are full of hyperbole
Their spiel of being undervalued
Naught but insouciant drivel
They craftily forget
The power they wield
And the economic gains they do so
Hard to conceal
Society must benefit if we aim for equality
Those that contribute
Must see their labour bear fruit
All and sundry must get a slice
Of the overburdened public pie
Categories:
avaricious, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
Murky shadows slink around the darkened rainbow
like black eels embracing the dish hi-lighting mankind’s testes.
As today Man’s testicles still hold the world hostage
and reveal the slow moving continuum slithering toward the world’s fate.
Flames and chaos surround Man's prayers while searching for God.
Man stares at His face looking to find his own,
but knowing God is vindictive, Man’s core freezes
exposing the glass cage that surrounds his heart.
God's stare penetrates the glass cage to see Man’s deviousness,
“The chaos you have created in my world is not why I made you!”
God’s gaze is not consoling, “You have made me angry!”
He raises his voice and Heaven’s gates tremble.
"You have freewill, do the right thing!" God commands.
Sometimes, things happen for a reason, but sometimes, they surprise."
Acumen is displayed in the wisdom written in the nooks and crannies of Life
but learning is not men’s obsession; it is obtaining the Holy Grail of lucre.
These avaricious men, like lemmings, follow a personal path to oblivion,
being devoid of integrity, truth and vision, they wallow in fake glitter.
The black underbelly of the dark rainbow holds many truths
but man is slow to learn disdaining the moral lessons it teaches.
Life led Man to a truism: Surviving is paramount
But Death added another truism: Lives will be sacrificed
Truth is the string that holds the world together
but when deceit runs rampant truth can carry a nation a long way,
yet in the pursuit for power and control; lying reigns supreme.
To stay in power, the liars will twist the truth until it becomes suspect.
Confused people follow the din of the opulent life of the wealthy.
It is greed, selfishness and jingoism the wealthy foment that entices the dispossessed.
Deceitful carrots of untruths are dangled in front of gullible minds
desperate enough to believe they can have it all, too.
Working people continually struggle to find ways to be heard
to expose the elite’s perverse calloused nature of self-centeredness;
maybe the fighting spirit of working people’s efforts to survive is
just enough to impress God to make the world safe for another day...
Categories:
avaricious, america, integrity, men, political,
Form:
Free verse