Best Miser Poems
I once had everything
too much in fact
confidence surging
until it told me that
I was wiser than the miser
so I thought to be so
the flaw of my empire
was I couldn't let go
of thinking people
can be taken at word
it took losing everything
for me to finally see
why the of the miser
was the wiser way to be
On top of temptation
sure of my self-control
with the strength of my spirit
I squeeze the hunger from my soul
Now weakness is conquered
I can hold my head high
without needing and wanting
what I need not to survive
just to feel more important
I offer in abundance what you seek
served up for a perfect murderer
waiting for the moment of dependency
withdraw all attention, suddenly reeling
swimming in an ocean of despair
without anyone there
I float aimlessly lifeless
but somehow reach the shore
I lay down to dry out
in the heat of the sun
i feel it's love radiation
fill the void of needing someone
as if it were trying to tell me
its not so bad up here alone
at least nothing can be taken
when the sky is your home
and no one ever again reached me
after I realized what was being said
the wiser the miser
once he never again trusted.
Selfishness appears wiser
why must my heart be bigger
at the moment of truth
wish they would pull the trigger
and end the pain
of either wrong choice
nobody there to listen
so in my head grows the voice
and the message from me
or a God of my special design
nobody can disprove
the choices of mine
because theyre all right to me
they determine my outcome
and if selfish it appears
a miser is one who is outdone
and better off for it
for he is still alive
call him the label that fits you
for his own are worn on the inside.
Limerick: Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Liked watching dancing girls on the sly
He went to Bolly-Wood
Though he felt jolly good
His loot sucked by Bombay Ducks well nigh.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick : Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Looked high and low and over the fence
When at last he found it
It wasn’t worth his spit
Ha’penny tipper got his comeuppance
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Ophelia had cancerous breasts
According to all of the tests
But old Doctor Kaiser
Was simply a miser
Who plundered the most treasured chests
poor firstborn races
poverty held safe in jars
I wallow in dimes
The miser pinched his pennies
A mime who danced for dimes
Reserved in days of plenty
For days of rose and wine
Planted seeds of kindness
Did tend his garden well
Toiled forever mindless
Awaiting the steeple knell
But came a spring of drought
Bright green did turn to brown
Old miser chanced on doubt
As blood dripped off his brow
The summer hinted rain
In fall the winds did blow
Winter froze the panes
Next spring it rained and flowed
His nest was all but barren
The garden wild with weed
And days of his preparin'
Had all but gone to seed
His roses did not bloom
His wine did sour and smell
No dancing did resume
Alas the tolling bell
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a knowledge miser
when he had become wiser
now a supervisor
what we did intend
much money to them will lend
all of it can spend
price gains and gains
from all of our money drains
price high still remains
more oil can create
high price will eradicate
how to educate
great start made to stitch
are not sure the one or which
that did have a glitch
new one we have found
was a townhouse on the ground
silent with no sound
There Once was an Old Miser from Queens
He was too Cheap to Pay for the Broken Zipper on his Jeans
He Jerry-Rigged it with Rope
Then Came off Looking Like a Dope
When His Craggy Hiney was Exposed
as They Fell to His Knees!
The miser and the model
are a couple, you might say,
yet they don't speak to one another,
she treats him like a brother,
how to add a little romance
and excitement to their day?
He forgoes his prime obsession
and decides on a surprise
for his delectable companion
with such sadness in her eyes.
He promises forever,
no more secrets, no more lies.
As a miser he hoards money,
as a model she craves size,
so he gives up on his stinginess,
forks out three thousand dollars
to provide her with 'an extra lift,'
she gives her man a hug and kiss
'cos she is thrilled to bits!
Mad money grubber
Immersed in the throes of a
Skinflint Scrooge syndrome…
Enriching coffers, and yet
Renouncing to joys of life
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by Wayne Wysocki
There once was a banker from Kent
Whose life was fanatically bent
On saving each quid
Like no other did
And moaning with each pound he spent
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your eyes
I will show you the sufferings
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your ears
I will tell you the reason
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your mouth
I will argue with you the ultimate solution
But man never cares
He is a born miser
Not to lend anything
Except for his own sake
And benefits
In life if you have to have dreams
Then dreamt a dream which makes you an owner of a hill
If dream brakes
And the hill slips out of your hand
You should not be sad
As a chunk of it would be enough for you
And you should be glad to know that
There are many going
Without having anything out of it
If you have expectation in life
Expect the whole sky
What if you do not get it
Heaven would not be unholy
But if you get even a broken cloud
Your life would be a piece of fertile land
What’s the use to be a miser
What’s the cost you have to pay
For a fabulous dinner or supper
In dream in a luxurious hotel
You need nothing but courage.
The miser and the model
are a couple, you might say,
yet they don't speak to one another,
she treats him like a brother,
how to add a little romance
and excitement to their day?
He forgoes his prime obsession
and decides on a surprise
for his delectable companion
with such sadness in her eyes.
He promises forever,
no more secrets, no more lies.
As a miser he hoards money,
as a model she craves size,
so he gives up on his stinginess,
forks out three thousand dollars
to provide her with 'an extra lift,'
she gives her man a hug and kiss
for she is thrilled to bits!
She was often totally furious
With her husband who was penurious
He gave pennies to the poor
After quite a big uproar
His flamboyant stinginess quite curious.