Best Monetarily Poems
You may think me mad for saying this, but I know this to be true for sure.
If we are truly to evolve into a higher specie, money must go the way of the dinosaur.
What should motivate us all is higher morality
and not the pursuit of gain monetarily,
which only serves to cultivate greed ultimately.
Greed then goes on to pursue power eventually,
and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
What's the solution? I don't know my friend truly,
but I believe that People Helping People is the key.
All People Helping People Universally
will be at the heart of our newly evolved spiritual currency.
I had just reached the summit of the mountain;
The final reward for my four hour hike up the steep terrain.
There was still snow in abundance at the peak
Even though the summer sun bathed me in light from the cloudless sky.
The sweat, in which I was fully drenched,
Was turning cold against my aching body once I sat down for a rest and a view of the wondrous landscape below.
Each deep breath I inhaled further cleansed my soul; further restored my spent energy.
I sat and contemplated.
Even though I was alone, atop this glorious mountain;
Even though I passed no other hikers along the trail on which I labored for four hours;
Even though I was so high up, I could not make out any signs of human life in the miles and miles of God’s green earth that stretched out before me down below;
I somehow felt less lonely here than I do when I walk amongst the hordes of people in a mall;
Or, sit in a crowded theater;
Or, stand on the train because there are no seats left upon which to sit;
Or, walk the hallways of an office building full of employees just waiting for the time to go home.
At the same instance, while in awe of the beauty in the scenery I took in,
I felt so miserably insignificant and yet, so magnificently important.
My legs ached. My heart pounded. My feet throbbed. My back tightened. And, I had never felt better in all my life.
I sipped water from the bottle that accompanied me up the mountain.
I ate the power bar with the knowledge that going back down is no easy proposition.
I watched the sun slowly get closer to the distant horizon.
And, I smiled. And, I cried.
Then, it came time to head back down.
I felt like I was leaving my best friend on my way back to prison to finish out my sentence:
Found guilty of having accumulated debts that must be paid;
Found guilty of having responsibilities demanding my attention;
Found guilty of embarking on a career path that rewards me monetarily while sucking away the spirit of my soul.
But, I will be back. Not to this same mountain, but certainly to this same state of mind on another peak.
This is my rehabilitation. This is my church. This is my salvation.
PUBLIC TRANSPORT NATION
AH..the joys of public transportation
The “T”, the “El”, the “Tube”
short trips through hell
wading through the masses of humanity
clinging to the subways lack of sanity
sleeping men and women – homeless
sprawled upon the benches,
the less fortunate among us – “bums”
redefined as “monetarily deficient”.
“Elderly” – strap clutching hangers-on
ignored by the seated “texters and tweeters”
video game players, and “up-skirters”
inhaling the toxic cocktail of perfumes,
colognes, body lotions, hair sprays,
hair gels, and anti-body odor poisons -
choking on the inhaled culture of diversity
Focused on one spot lest eye contact occur
swaying to the music of too-loud ear buds,
strobe lighted rumble through darkness,
flashes of life, of history, never fully known.
John G. Lawless
8/29/2015
When one gets so self absorbed with earning a living,
one tends to forget the virtue of giving
freely of one's self to benefit others in need.
The return one receives from such selfless deeds
are far greater than could ever be attained with money.
I volunteer my services and time absolutely free
in whatever manner I can, in whatever capacity.
Many of they I help go on to help others eventually.
In my humble opinion, such a way of living could replace money easily,
and oh what a wondrous world this would be.
One can not pursue greed monetarily
in a society that openly volunteers freely.
Innocents tremble in terrible terror
witnessing mankind’s deluge of errors.
Violence grows as a sure hate spreader,
intent on humanities' ultimate sever.
A barrage of plastic politicians with greedy minds
focus on leaving justice long lost and behind.
Modern media’s constant torrent of drama
drags good people down inside insipid trauma.
Landlords, bankers, grocers and their names
Disappeared behind campaigns for corporate gain.
Focused on leaving all people monetarily lame,
Corporations score God second to financial gain.
The world has grown unrecognizable.
Universal fairness may never know arrival.
Stupidity and apathy diseases worldwide spiral
as brotherhood, religion and ethics lose disciples.
I spoke the truth and ignorance and arrogance befell upon me
I spoke the truth and i lost my parents , brothers and sisters
I spoke the truth and i became a loner , living in a dark melancholy
The truth for all i care is not for the weak , not for the dead in spirit
The truth for all i care is not for perverts , infidels and adulterers
The truth for all i care is what some , like me and you are made of
I am the truth and the truth is me , it is said the truth shall set you free
No i say the truth shall grant you enemies , inbound the family and everywhere
The truth is a lonely village , the truth is a forced trip to a mental institution
The truth is for the strong , strong emotionally and not physically
The truth is for the strong , strong intuitively and not materially
Strong spiritually and not monetarily ,
O truth you are my rock
O truth you are my boulder
O truth you are my mountain
When they come for me
You melt in front of their eyes
Truth dearest truth ,you never change
Truth yesterday ,
Truth today
Truth tomorrow
Truth forever
I'd rather be alone than be without truth
The truth my life , truth you contain my anger
One day the truth shall set me free
As i truthfully wait in peace...for the truth to capture the day
For all to truthfully live in freedom
War Is...
War is unkind to servicemen, women, animals, flora, fauna, nature's terrains, seas, atmospheres, and everything else
War is unjust and unethical to everyone
War is the slaughtering of innocent young and old men and women of both sides which are fighting for their leader's version of freedom, or simply protecting themselves from so called enemies
War is fought on both domestic and forgein lands
War is authorized and legalized mass murder of both sides
War is an inevitable necessity evil in order to be free
War is beyond expensive monetarily, mentally, physically, psychologically, death stats, and causality states versus survival stats
War is heartbreaking, heart-wrecking, and heart-wrenching, to the servicemen, to the parents, lovers, wives, husbands, and children of servicemen on both sides
War is caused by several different variables usually for economic and territorial gain
religion, Nationalism, revenge, Civil War,
revolutionary, being defensive, ethnic cleansing and other ideological mass killings, globalism, world domination, and so many others
War is fought by young and old men and women as either draftees, or volunteers
War is ugly
War is horrific
War is traumatic
War is dramatic
War is psychologically scarring
War is terrifying
War is brutal
War is common
War is unpopular
War is propagated
War is hated
War is detrimental
War is immoral
War is sometimes manufactured
War is unpreventable
War is fighting for your and their commander-in-chief's ideologies whether you like it or not
War is glorified
War is sometimes created by opposing forces in order to gain something from one another
War is everything I mentioned above and so much more
War is not a favorite of mine, however, as United States Navy veteran and having lots of veterans in my family as well there is no harm in honoring and respecting the young and old men and women who died in war for us, and those that didn't die in battle but still served in the military for all of us!
Love is a treasure, all of us may hold,
It carries us through life, never to be sold.
It shows us mercy while other attributes do not,
solaces our soul and simply can’t be bought.
Treasures we are seeking; monetarily so to speak,
a priceless gift of eternity, is love when at full peak.
All the riches in the world cannot fill the empty void,
the only key to happiness is love when truly enjoyed.
It will never leave you, though pain is a side effect,
one dose of erroneous love; your heart will fully reject.
It gives you guidance and helps in times of need,
a bond never to be broken, an emotion flows to feed.
Yes, it can be agonizing and at times let you down,
as quickly as it dissipates, a new love again is found.
Protects your vulnerabilities and eases your mind at rest,
love is never taking; giving is what it does best.
Treasures we may be seeking subconsciously in our minds,
clearly taking for granted a wonderful gift so easy to find.
Use your gift wisely; don’t misuse it or discard to the side,
your treasure is always with you; in your heart, deep inside!
I know at least this.
She's a collie/chow mix.
I don't know however which parent was which,
but if I had the resources, I'd do this.
By all definition My Tasha Girl is a mongrel, a mutt to much of society.
Maybe I'm to close but when I look at her I see a radiant, beautiful pure breed so unique.
I don't know if it would make any difference one way or the other
which dog should be the father and which parent should be the mother,
put if I only had enough property and money
about the size of the average wildlife sanctuary
with an unending trust fund to provide this forever monetarily,
I'd create a community of a very special most beautiful breed
with enough partners to insure no in breeding.
I would breed a pure breed of the dog I always have and always will love
and I would deem the name of this unique breed as The Tasha Dog.
Collie's, Chows and Tasha dogs would be able to freely roam
anytime in there protected, barricaded, massive sanctuary home.
I'm sure that I'd sell some or give some to kind loving homes.
Even if none were ever adopted they'd always all have their sanctuary home.
The Tasha dog would appear and be as loving as my precious, sweet Tasha Girl used to be,
even though none of the pure breeds are remotely related to she.
No Tasha dog would be a descendant of she.
Tasha would simply have been the inspiration to create such a magnificent breed.
If only I could do this I know I would live and one day die happily
because I played a role in preserving My Sweet Precious Tasha's memory
which will go on forever for as long as we continue to breed her very unique breed.
BILLYtheKidster's Tasha Dog Sanctuary.
It will never happen, but hell, I can still dream.
In so going to the High Priest in bringing Christians back bound
So to these men they would be released and so guilty be found
Off Saul went so vain in seeking all these men and woman out
Monetarily he would gain but for this one he enjoyed the bout
He had a companion at his side as they traveled toward the city
Upon their horses they did ride and neither had any sense of pity
Suddenly right there in true sight the Lord announced His Presence
These two warriors sensed only fright and it's intensity was immense
Saul could not see for three days and refused to even eat or drink
But the Lord then used another in His Ways making Ananias think
You would like me to go where(Lord) surely this man will kill me
But Ananias went there and touching Saul's eyes he could now see
Saul ate and became strong again and began in preaching His Name
Now going amongst all men in being baptized in the Holy Spirit's Flame
People turned a second eye and wondered how could this now be so
Is this a trick that he might try for this is not the Saul that I know
Acts 9
Saul who later became Paul:
The apostle Paul wrote the book of Romans, I Corinthians, II Corinthians, Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, I Thessalonians, II Thessalonians, I Timothy, II Timothy, Titus, Philemon and Hebrews. The apostle John recorded the book of Revelation.
Oh Spirit of Love; lost ... far, and apart; away from any abundant freedom,
genuinely aeolian, without-You, soiled, sick, dying-naked cold alone-lost, this is all
of me broken of-heart; everything I can-give, here I am, please, pick-me-up
embrace me carry me onward upon this awakening.
Gentle lullaby of truth so divine my Sweet Phonation of Grace Faithful Father,
Keeper of all Your Words Holy; e'er, Regal, Valiant; Just ... . Brilliant Morning-
Sunshine excuse-Yourself as judge in view of my-irreverence complete; (blind) ...
uphold me in this hope; welcome me in Your warmth move me along further than-
ever-alone, could I.
Befriend me shower-Your-light, all the way-down, into the barren; valley ...
of-my-soul. Wash-me relieve me of my retched self, that I may begin ...
(for You only to live).
(Yes Lover, of my life (clothe-me)) cover me moreover in this certainty))),
find me well within Your mercy illuminated high, upon the beauty; of Your gape.
So ... that being-restored, entire, delivered (in all my joy secured there in
Peace through You for the remainder of my days, here ... and beyond);
I know it will be then; for me, when received, in true liberty ... Your
perfect comfort (my soul ... may eternally abide-with-You,
in rest).
and as I Ponder-
anything-acquired-monetarily,
is but momentary ... . ~
~ In surrendering everything of oneself
to The-Almighty, the-certain-peace-and-
joy; the-liberty attained thereafter;
is-a gift; everlasting ... ! ~
~ So when to ponder this life and my position,
and my importance and priority amid the essence of life,
the vision. A broader idea one in nature to picture and open and one righteous,
of the one ever prominent and freely given, permanent fixture? (I do now believe,)
to answer this one question of three. A question of three, and one more and better of a
proposition of the same kind must there be. So for when to ask myself? I know it depends,
on what foundation do I stand upon, and where does my treasure lie,
and in whom do I place these visions of all my hope? Before when to pass on,
I'm brought to lay my tired soul on down to rest in peace forever,
within the open arms, of God...? ~
We Never Can Give Thanks Enough
By Franklin Price
11/27/2016
We never can give thanks enough
For all that we receive
Not speaking monetarily
But in all that we believe
The strength found in our friendships
The calmness in the Lord
The love within our families
The gifts we can afford
The time we take for others
Not thinking we're the best
For when we think such foolishness
It's hard to help the rest
So let us all be thankful
For these free things I say
Family, friends and love of life
At the end of every day
Economic Disparity created during the Corona Phase
Death equalizes all at the end
But sufferings are hugely different.
There cannot be any comparison
Between the daily wage earners like
Vegetable vendors, itinerant traders
And the white collar employees;
While millions have lost their jobs and vocation
Some are fed and nourished at home
Jobs at the organized sector stands secured
Their presence or absence in the office is the same.
Slack in performing duties they seek
Excuses on situational abnormalities
They look the other way
When millions lose their lives and livelihood
Get poverty stricken without help in time.
Corona situations make the poor poorer.
Rendering them further poor by doling them pittance
Leaders secure better positions in the next election process
Corona becomes the Crown on their heads.
Crowned they appear the greatest saviors
Police becomes the most active coordinators.
Digitally run are the big business houses, corona blessed
Common traders, artisans lose their bread in corona market.
Most are suffering economically including the Governments
Some are going up fabulously, going to reach or reached
The richest global spot monetarily;
573 billionaires added during the two years
Fishing in troubled age of coronavirus
As it will push 263 million more into poverty in this year.
Biggest five energy companies favored by authorities
Became the largest profiteer earning $2600 per second
Their sharing must be the biggest as selected.
I was dirty I was wash in the blood
I was ignore, abandon and hated, Jesus gave me love
Ridiculed ripped and torn
Humanity haters made me wish I was not born
O' but yes there is
Oh! Bless there be
A better for me always
I was poor monetarily,
No place to lay down my head no really
Birth burst into this dad gone abandoned us
He had many, many other girls, adulterous adulterer
Other kids had full-time stay at home dads where's mine
O but where is mine
My Father in heaven
And now mine better here and now, always
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
9/14/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 9/14/ 2022
Our parental will has been broken
The dreams we had for our children are lost
We had the best of intentions
Now we’re incurring the cost
It happens so slowly
We coddle them and let them cry
We called it intuitive parenting
I call it Lord of the Flies
We selfishly rescued our children
We didn't account for the development of their brain
We wanted them to have better
So we robbed them of the growth that manifest from suffering and pain
We’ve validated their flawed positions
We monetarily reward their emotional truth
We don't want them to be hurt or embarrassed
So how dare you point out another view
Forever we've condoned their behavior
We’ve defended by saying boys will be boys
Now we pay for an efficiency apartment
Young adults with video toys
They say when a child does wrong
It’s the parents we should blame
Take a look in the mirror
Perhaps this is why they rarely change?