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;...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 imploded...

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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,...

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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...

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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 language scrawls 
on the Oval...

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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 
...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Mother
                     —Statue of Ebony Black—

A...

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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...

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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...

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