Best Frugality Poems
~ What Papa Taught Me ~
Save, don't spend
The good times will end
Extravagance, for fools
Frugality rules
A penny saved
A penny earned
A dollar wasted
Independence spurned...
Inflation, deflation
Whatever the situation
Cash is King
Credit ~ bling
O POVERTY!
You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home
With a diamond portfolio
And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box
That the son turned rebel against the father
And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke
O poverty!
You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature,
And there in gave him an ignoble defeat.
O poverty!
You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her
And taught her the lesson of frugality
O poverty!
Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating.
The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span
O poverty!
He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow
He who embraces you beckons doom
O poverty!
You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion
And pour water of tears onto that healthy face
Having robed off her hope.
O poverty!
You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual
And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish.
O poverty!
You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart,
The one who compete a path with you mocks his life
For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.
Tether,
Untightened
with frugality
The message.
Pounce.
Patter.
Or none of the
Above.
Nontheless,
The war room
should receive
this visit.
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A time is reached in life if one remains
Alive to tell the tale: those certain things
He once performed routinely, ascertains
The notion, habits must desist which brings
About awareness: His mortality.
Employment ends; Retirement is here.
The monthly saving wanes. Frugality
submits to lavish tastes. The thirty year
Installment loan is paid. But now he’s glum.
He now forbears purchasing bananas
That are unripe for fear his death may come
before they ripen. Shakespeariana
Unfolding: Final act that yields a frown:
The man’s demise, they ring the curtain down.
FOR PROLIFERATION OF THE IMMIGRATED SOUL
There are those people who would not leave their country no matter how the trouble comes.
There are those people who leave the same regardless of loving home.
Yet, there are those that leave their country just from the mere thought.
They want to embrace diversity.
They want to experience the world.
America the beautiful is origin to the immigrants’ daughter or son who travelled to our shores with his or her spirit and soul.
Contented to find his or her own niche in the world.
Encircled by the strife and the struggles that confronts them to develop within an economy that has its depths of despair.
You now consider one selves native born because you are part of a government and a home front.
Our neighborhoods are our safe havens.
The bases of our freedoms is this interior.
The Statue of Liberty stands in the great State of New York where immigration manifested and destinies were sought.
Today you harbor the same protective thought that your worth is palpable to autonomies given.
A sanctuary that cherish your diversification, America the beautiful you come concentrated to growth into frugality of a new generation.
Determined to your mien, your consideration is the right to work.
Your interconnectivity represents your material culture.
Sociability, you strive to thrive in divergence...
For proliferation of the immigrated soul that came to America as a catalyst within a new world.
Stand now for your self-determination, for your independence and choices...
You have the freedoms and the hope for a greater tomorrow.
Social sets and communities will form.
Welcome to the United States of [North] America!
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Written August 22, 2016!
Lord,
I need not prove my worth to man,
By driving a brand new car.
For the one that thou hast given,
Still takes me near and far.
Lord,
I have no need for a newer house,
To satisfy ego or my pride.
For the one that thou provided,
Can be warm or cool inside.
Lord,
For larger closets I have no need,
In which new clothes to store.
For what you've give still suffice,
And I've your promise of more.
Lord,
I need not do one single thing,
Proving to others that I can,
It's important only that they see,
Your love in me for my fellow man.
Lord,
A frugal lifestyle teach me to live,
In all that you would have me be,
Being content wherein I'm blessed,
Giving praise and thanks unto thee.
Lord,
May I not seek the praises of men,
Nor be found doing for show.
But be at peace within my heart,
Being enough Lord, that You know.
Wise Words Never Heard
Girls without clothes go naked
Some of them have friends
Pennies in a piggy bank are not for sale
Robbers steal your frugality
Women can smoke under water
Men should fear them… Be very afraid
Most people like money
Those who don’t have none
Words of wisdom are easy to conjure
Easier said than done
Short lists are easy to read
Don’t read this one
Polyphagia on board is forbidden and not welcome ---------- when
Everybody knows that should we ran out of food ---------- crickets
Probably will not feed us anyhow and most of us will ---------- cry
Pensive about victuals whilst starving madly. No ---------- seamen
Ever should go through famine. That's why we must ---------- stop
Relapsing into gluttony in this ship. I approve of ---------- yodeling.
Pepper spray is going to be one of the ---------- calamities
Any glutton will endure as a punishment. Thus, ---------- every
Real seafarer will chant these words now: ---------- "Bearded
Captain wants no fressing within his ship! Yes, ---------- captain!
Every single gob will ration the food. Frugality is a ---------- must!
Lashes and pepper spray those who fail shall ---------- undergo!"
In that spark, at summit
When sky is just on the way and is not the limit
Like lime being squeezed out of last drop of juice
As throne and king, in sweet affiliation, never in truce
High up taunting the call of gravity
Columbarium in tornado, reunion with plummeting abyss a true test of vitality
Motivation a lambasted frugality, an eternal ignite for those who drown
Is in action when what goes up starts to come down
This is a land of metronome duality.
We’re cowed by sun, then huddle in the dark.
Here shrubs and lizards eke, with bleak frugality,
a living that’s both passionless and stark.
But I’m from England. When parched cyclones rake
white dust in sterile spirals, I delight
in half-remembered rainclouds, and I ache
to bathe again in subtle, muted light.
She’s of this place. Her personality
is elemental, primitive, opaque.
At first, this strangeness, far from seeming trite,
is what caused fierce attraction to ignite.
But now I doubt her crude tonality
transcends the cold hypnosis of the snake.
Radio blasting
Loud music screams;
Intruding words
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Mental movie
Visualisation techniques;
Attract good stuff
~~~~~~~~~
Cellphone outlet
Mobile accessories;
Too much distractions
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Secular world view
Greedy appetites ground;
Competition chokes
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Lunch banquet
Feast for the senses;
Frugality absent
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Temple visit
Ancestors await;
Family reunion
~~~~~~~~~
Church Sunday service
Sermon on the Mount;
Wise Jesus echoes
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Late night rendezvous
Lakeside stroll;
Ghosts figures flirt
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Downtown trip
Shopping excavations;
Designer goods in tow
~~~~~~~~~
Here we sit
Two old lovers;
Tea and chocolate cake
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Book of wisdom
Wise message tutors;
Private conversations
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Leon Enriquez
11 June 2015
Singapore
A potato once did fall
And no one could be called
For the time was over
And no one could hover
In the forest of eyes
And the forest of lies
One realizes
The real eyes
And the real lies
For how can the bee eat the tree
Without the help of the noble eagle
This is the reality of reality
And the frugality of one’s vitality
Forever Free
Forever Alone
Emancipation
One morning, I had a cup of coffee
By the window of my hut at Lahong
Facing North. I let the air evolve into wind
From my mouth to the surface of the vaporizing
Liquid in the cup, forming waves,
And then took a sip.
The heat and the taste bit my tongue.
Ouch!
The sky was partly cloudy; it was raining
In the West whilst the sunrise shone in the East.
I took a sip.
I looked up in the sky and was pleased to see
A rainbow painted on the Western part.
Mamang always warned us not to point our fingers
To the rainbow because doing so
Would give us skin blisters.
Papang once told us that there is a pot of gold
On each end of the rainbow.
I took a sip.
The color of the liquid in my cup was pale.
So was its sweetness.
Poverty and frugality are twins.
It came to my mind:
The pot of gold on a rainbow’s end
Is the answer to this bland coffee.
I took a sip, the last sip.
I left the hut, treading westward,
Barefooted. Soft drizzle on my head.
Tacky quagmire on my feet.
I walked, walked, and walked
To Gacutan – I had seen one
of the rainbow’s ends on this place,
but it disappeared.
Noon came with raindrops
Falling on my head. No shelter.
No food. No rainbow.
On a grassy peak of a hill
I waited for the rainbow to reappear.
Soft drizzle on my head.
Cold wind against my skin.
Tingling touch of grass on my feet.
Afternoon came with sunset visible,
Giving warmth to my shivering lips.
The rainbow! There! On the East!
I saw one of its ends
On my hut at Lahong.
- Summer rain is a passing moment ~
which will soon be pierced by sun rays -
quote by poet
Merry sound of happiness
a little rain satisfies the air
The clouds are the shadows,
after sunny days
Aquarius is wise,
nature painted in watercolor
Countless lyrical drops
crystals sprinkle in the flower bells
Nobody would care,
neither bird, flowers nor teasing bees
Can smell the wet substrate
and breathe pure thoughts everywhere
Collecting dripping drops in a jam jar
with an apostle spoon in silver
Summer rain in triumphant symphony
scattered through paradise
With frugality and a lot of profit
- until the soul is satisfied