Best Lucre Poems

...Write here, right now. Write now, right here!
Capture the moment while it's near 
and seize the day. You now know how: 
write now, right here; write here, right now. 

The rhyme is tight. The ti......

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...as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to spare) –
with the world on OUR backs... ah! ......

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...Sweet petrichor, you rise like a phoenix
from the moist lush green vegetation,
filling my nostrils with your earthy essence.

Tell me, is it any wonder that the sky cries?
Peering do......

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...A Grisly Tapeworm	


In Anger and in Hatred, a Tapeworm I see 
Unless internally hosted, its Life will not be.
From egg it starts Life, ‘fore an adult worm
Fed on Host’s blood, it gains a portl......

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...Starlets tender their heralded names
Just another pretty face; another superficial dame
Brokered pawns in tawdry, transparent game 
Bartered tinder is their trite acclaim
Stars that twinkled then......

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The Harvest Is Plenteous*
Written: by Miracle Man
1-9-2020

In chasing filthy lucre, notoriety, or fame,
We allow these to take us out of God’s game.
We accumulate earthly goods, all ......

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...Who Among Us?
By Franklin Price
12/20/2020

Who among us will now stand up, as our founding fathers did.
Look at where we are today, because we've run away and hid.
Washington is driving us, no......

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Government policies that toilet stink
Presidentially approved 
by a potty-mouth politrician rat-fink

Give the progressive town halls
more executive bathroom stalls
Read the foul lan......

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...The price was thirty pieces of
 silver
From the treasury of the Holy
 temple
The contract for life, a deed in
 blood
The Chief Priests and Elders 
 signatories.

The kiss of a friend, the be......

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...Ah, the bloom was on the Rose
yet, the taint of alcohol and drugs
looms nightmare like behind her baby pink cheeks. 
Porcelain skin tones, raspberry rogue
nails to scratch and lift bits of dirty ......

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...Everyone, from children to grownups, 
carry the world in their hands, they see the past 
and the future simply by the move of their thumbs and fingers; 
from their very spot they fly in the air ha......

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...Money has no color, 
whether it came from Black, White, Asian 
or any other tribesman, a dollar is a dollar, not more or less.

Money doesn’t smell, 
therefore, it weighs the same, whether it co......

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...Mother
                     —Statue of Ebony Black—

A woman who cried for freedom,
not for herself but on behalf of her children
whose lives are compelled to lie and rise in the cradle
placed ......

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...Holy Georgina
Mother of Regina
Pray for me in this sanctified arena
That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina

With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus
How do I stop your wind and ta......

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...The sun's savage fingers have penetrated
the calving sheets of ice, delving deeply 
beneath the blankets of the frozen surface.

And the oceans, bruised mauve and swollen 
like a pregnant whore,......

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