Best Even Money Poems
Arrogance,
laughing at
Ignorance,
Not funny.
Awareness
Can cure
Ignorance.
Arrogance
Has no remedy
Not even money!
A cart selling hot dogs and such
Was suddenly sharp to the touch
Because thousands of bees,
Eschewing Chinese,
Thought a frank they would like very much.
They swarmed to the top of the stand
So a cop, likely one in command,
Ordered all off the street
So the bees could retreat
But that’s not what the stingers had planned.
Thus an officer, bee-suit attired,
Soon appeared with the tool he required
And his vacuum did suck
All the bees it could pluck
With finesse that onlookers admired.
New Yorkers find stuff like this funny
And likely would bet even money
That soon that same cart,
If its owner is smart,
Would be selling you hot dogs with honey!
Sometimes a person supposes,
When asked to describe how things are,
That talking of rainbows and roses
Will hide what might startle or jar.
By painting a picture so sunny,
Believing you’ll fool those who asked,
What happens, I’d bet even money,
Is that some will know truth has been masked.
For lies rarely stay nicely hidden,
Since facts often end up revealed,
Exposing the one who, unbidden,
Learns guile’s a bad weapon to wield.
Undoubtedly, my appearance comes as no surprise
I know, beyond question, beyond a shadow of a doubt
I am a vagabond, a place to place traveler, a wanderer
I had a job- I quit
I had a home- sold it
I had money- donated it...to the mortgage company
My wife- gone
My children-gone
Even my dogs- gone
My heart, soul, thrive and want- gone
Want, what I want is the only thing I wanted for the past five years
Not a job
Not a home
Not even money
What I want, is my dream
A bottle of cheap whiskey
A cigar, any flavor will work
And a warm cozy patch of grass
So that I can watch one last sunset
Then, close my eyes forever
To sir with death
Vagabond Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
8/28/2021
If you hold a gun and I hold a gun,
we can talk about law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife,
we can talk about rules.
If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed,
we can talk about reason.
But if you have a gun and I only have a knife,
then the truth lies in your hands.
If you have a gun and I have nothing,
what you hold isn't just a weapon — it's my life.
The concepts of law, rules, and morality
only hold meaning when they are based on equality.
The harsh truth of this world is that when money speaks,
truth goes silent.
And when power speaks,
even money takes three steps back.
Those who create the rules
are often the first to break them.
Rules are chains for the weak,
tools for the strong.
In this world, anything good must be eradicated,
because goodness breeds defiance, and defiance threatens order.
There is no mercy.
There is no justice.
There is only the will to dominate,
and the silence of those who fall.
Truth is whatever I decide it to be.
Morality is the weapon of the defeated.
And in the end, everything bends… or it breaks.
I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You
I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true
But out of options I’ve finally run
And now even money, I truly have none
So I will find my way to your garment
So You can put an end to this bloody ailment
With an old blood-stained dress
I start out and on I press
I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd
Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout
And it feels like You move further
With every step I take to get closer
“Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think,
“help me to press on, for I’m at the brink
Of breaking down, about to forfeit
I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.”
Not only will I touch your garment
But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament
Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space
To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face
Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him
All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem
The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need
And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed
I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention
To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention
I find it strange that no change in me I see
Until that mysterious Physician spots me
And confirms soothingly to my soul
“…thy faith hath made thee whole.”
So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly
But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would
But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife
I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger
But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary
As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary
Locked in the largest room of the palace,
you live days in dire existence,
sunshine caresses you with sun rays,
breeze makes you breathe life;
anything at the swish of a wand is
given to you, lonely princess of Wales!
He has no loyal blood in him,
and as many children as you desire,
He can give you-at least two.
A boy who looks exactly like him,
a girl as gorgeous as you...
he can feel inside you'll be his.
Your jealous Queen, can scream her brain out
and tell you, " I don't like that bodyguard is a joker;
he's too poor and childish, he thinks he's another prince,
but he has nothing to give you...stay in your room,
silly Rapunzel! He won't ever climb to this balcony:
your hair is too short and brittle! How can he do that? "
You'll try to convince her that he is a great guy,
" But mom, he loves me more than anybody! "
" Love without money is a tree without fruit!
Riches can buy many jewels! You're the next Queen!
Her anger will shout her up and all will turn to gloom...
while he waits outside and freezing he rubs his red hands.
Her slickness won't last, she must have a weak spot;
if he courts her with his boyish charms, she'll become soft
and forget that a pretty princess adores him and woos him.
" I got her on my strings...she'll be my animated puppet!"
Infatuation can be blinder than love; he will get her very drunk,
and have her thinking for a minute that she can have him!
The princess and the bodyguard hug; they laugh aloud...
while the Queen sleeps on the sofa and snores, " She's too drunk,
let her sleep for hours; we are going to elope and live happily!
Ah! Such an unfair and vain mother she is! She'll realize that
even money isn't everything...if love palpitates in the heart! "
Try out his trick: be that bodyguard who outsmarted
the Queen and if you get lucky, you must thank him "
Pick: Rapunzel
Written on 2/2/2016
Always look down –
You might find something - maybe even money
Never a borrower nor lender be-
You might not get something back that is dear to you
Or it could come back with dents
Always have a little side money in a bunghole
What’s a bunghole you ask – look it up!
Keep a dried ham hock bone on your key chain
This will bring you money
If the government is offering you butter and cheese
Be sure to take it
The Meals on Wheels’ meatloaf is quite delicious
Make friends with your postman and your bank teller
Blood is thicker than water
Things always happen in threes
And you can make a great fuzzy navel with Tang
You don’t need some outrageously expensive orange juice!
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sound quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
If so, perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain between you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the drivers licenses of bald men
© Jack Ellison 2014
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Women can't put on mascara with mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for the colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
It's unfair how the most beautiful thing in this world is also the ugliest thing, it's unbelievable how something that brings so much light and joy could be packed with so much pain and darkness, have you ever imagine how easy life would be if love did not exist if our hearts did not allow room to feel, to love, to grow used to and attached to people or things , to be free of the burden of worries, the burden of mourning imagine if death had no power over our hearts nor our feelings we would live everyday like it's nothing, stress free, lost free devoted to ourselves alone never having to fear of the thought of losing someone where never seeing them again would have no affects over our hearts and minds it's true love is beautiful, when you find someone that suits everything you craved and looked for someone who makes you feel whole, alive , who brings out the brightest in you, it's a beautiful feeling so precious that even money can't buy those little things that you find in that one person that's just enough for you , that weird smile that lightens up your soul the touch of that skin that gladly lets you lose control, it's unique it's beautiful but sad because the deeper you love the greater your heart aches because as love grows More beautiful so does it's pain it's ugliness, how does one bear the thought of never seeing that one person again of never feeling that touch, hearing that voice or smelling that smell that's sweet even when sour
love is the door between heaven and hell a cruel story that should of never been told filled with more lies than truth built on more dreams than reality I have strived to understand how could something so beautiful be filled with so much ugliness how could such level of happiness be built upon so much sadness. If our hearts did not feel Would we have been better off I will not judge the works of God but oh love how deeply you have scarred .
you're so cool
and so funny
I won't ask for more
not even money
you make me feel great
you make me feel like someone
when you don't come to school
I feel unneeded and alone
you let me feel happy
and let me be myself
I can't believe it
you're like no one else
you're the reason my heart pounds
and why the world spins
but their is no us
because we're just friends
Today’s the day that mayhem rules
For pranksters known as April fools.
Through jest and folly they’ll provoke
And hope that all can take a joke.
Shenanigans and gags are fun
But they won’t work on everyone.
A jester has to know his crowd
To gauge what mischief is allowed.
Some people laugh off everything
While others suffer teasing’s sting.
On April Fools Day, even money
Says some pranks won’t come off funny.
Certain antics will appeal;
Others, though, will soon reveal
That what hits one man’s funny bone
May cause another to be thrown.
For jacks or better or two pairs, I just get even money.
When this is the best I get, it is no longer funny.
Each time I try to get a winning combination,
getting unwanted cards causes me some frustration.
What brings me ruin is often my own greed.
A royal flush would be a dandy thing indeed.
However, I fall short by one card again.
I have an ace, king, queen, jack, but no ten.
If this keeps happening, then I'm a fool to play.
I just have to get up enough willpower to walk away.