Best Impecunious Poems

Time is serenading a soulless march
September sings mournful, parched tomb
Lies untouched in the bleeding hearts crying out
For redemption and hearing a requiem no doubt

Iniquity without solace, truth waved bye
Long ago and we suffer  and die
As vapid pleonasms offer no comfort
To troubled minds and souls,...

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Spare a thought
For buffaloes, bulls and bears groaning, mourning, starving
Under your collar don’t blow hot
Making rivers and rodents sad, carving 

Space and time you don’t own
Encroaching on privileges animals and plants possess
In their comfort and discomfort zone
You dare to distress and stress

Best to minimize the...

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Barren land of illiteracy ,
Soil never having been loosened,
Not fertilized by education !

Prejudice from heart difficult to eradicate,
Aspirations vacilitate, soon disheartened,
Barren land of illiteracy !

Comforts and bad money marionette ,
End of the day, lie disillusioned,
Not fertilised by education !

Howsoever doodads may shipshape,
Barefaced soul eventually feels...

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Money is value
Impecunious to be
Double edge sword bleed.

Written:  10/20/15 ...

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He helped himself up to the wind's foremost blow
On a hillock where the moon searched his impecunious pockets,
Waking a flood in his eyes like swelled teats.
He opened wide to receive the Lady, this Endymion cheats,
No worm-wood virus but sweet philtre phials.
Finishing, he is a lover...
He...

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A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time 
Crystal shatters against me, in my prime 
I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound 
Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound 

I fell from Heaven, fast and strong 
Into a world, endangered by wrong 
I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love...

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I grew up in a normal family,
A story told by different people,
with the same affinity.
Grew along with the same saying,
"The richer gets richer and the poor gets poorer".
Never did I care to look into the latter side,
Never did I weep for those impecunious.

All along I...

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Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door 

By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity...

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Accurate. I asked a question, didn't have time to wait for the answer, acted upon gut instinct and found out the answers for myself. 

Found that accuracy was subjective
Reflective of identity within, sinned again
Winners and losers all
Hell passed by this fall, called vacant hearts
To the...

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Enea, Embarking at Piombino

An impecunious nobleman he was,
with all the grace and arrogance of youth:
he signed with Capranica, just because
the latter (who was longer in the tooth,
with deeper pockets) offered him, in truth,
a chance to show his intellectual wares –
and fortune loves a comely youth...

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Times so full of grief and sorrow
Tears fall and feelings so hollow
Woeful days as Mr. Impecunious
Dutifully and lovingly studious

The morrow does not bring relief
Rather just the same emotional thief
Pilfering puny pockets, he strays
One hand fastidious and gay

But he shouts to the sky that is gray
Calls...

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Quirks

Lennon and McCartney
Composed a song for harps, 
But neither one was very good
At reading flats and sharps.

DaVinci was a total whiz
at graphic arts and science,
but could he run a marathon,
or wrestle with the giants?

Transformers bring us light,
As Tesla had some genius. 
Yet, he had no...

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The impecunious lad of no means
had most impeccable manners it seems
he wooed rich guy’s wife
they ran off with no strife
the wealthy man kills them nightly in his dreams...

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Though impecunious at the time I was,
I just had to have a bottle garden because
I thought how beautiful a colossal one could be,
so I headed to antique shops and collected some for free.
I found at least 200 most sublime -
empty bottles which once contained fine...

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Love is but a game of two,
I've noted with curiosity.
But who will pair me, who?
Who will choose someone like me?

It is a game, so they say,
It is a way it seems for all.
It is a game for two to play,
And if played well it will...

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