Best Riches Poems
You took this man from rags to riches..When you spent all
Heaven had to spare.' Your Sons blood bought me real redemption..Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'll no longer be that beg-gar.' You've made my golden
Dreams come true..' For He took my rags and gave back
Riches, now my destiny is up to you.'
My clothes may still be torn and tattered..Yet in my heart I
Hold the King.' Although my pockets may be empty..
His Love is all... That really matters.' Its ev-ry-thing!
Repeat on this stanza.'
He opened His arms on that cross
though it hurt sore.' He
Offered me treasure of life in great store.' He went through
Grim death
And kicked in hells dark doors' Now I'll hold Him and
Kiss Him.' And keep Him for mine evermore.!!
You took this man from rags to riches, you spent all heaven
Had to spare.' Your Sons Love bought me real redemption
Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'm forever not that beg-gar..You've made my golden
Dreams come true.' For He took my rags; and gave back riches, now my destiny is up to You..) End..'
Such riches I have known beyond compare
Which neither gold nor sapphire could outshine;
The scent of honeysuckle in the air
Or velvet touch of newborn skin on mine.
My senses have rejoiced at the array
Of tantalising tastes and sweet perfumes.
Each season bears its own unique display
And year on year God's providence resumes.
And oh what stunning sights and stirring sounds
Uplift the soul to transcendental heights.
A tapestry of richest hue abounds
In all of nature's manifold delights.
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November 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Ephesians 3-4
Key Verse – Ephesians 3:16 That he (GOD) would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME YOUR RICHES
Thank You for granting me Your riches of heavenly glory
Beyond earthly majestic territory
Over my soul’s sinfulness-misery
Upon Your perfect will for eternal victory.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of divine presence
Beyond worldly survival existence
Over my need’s security-confidence
Upon Your blissful fellowship for righteous preference.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of spiritual abundance
Beyond wealthy extravagant appearance
Over my want’s sufficiency-arrogance
Upon Your bountiful supply for generous performance.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of holy treasure
Beyond enjoyable ephemeral leisure
Over my craving’s satisfaction-pressure
Upon Your biblical principles for standard measure.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of everlasting wisdom
Beyond humanistic academic freedom
Over my intellectualism’s idealism-boredom
Upon Your infinite word for scriptural kingdom.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of virtuous price
Beyond worthy sacrificial cries
Over my ambition’s selfishness-vice
Upon Your sweet fellowship for blessed ties.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of precious possession
Beyond expensive ownership-provision
Over my education’s achievement-position
Upon Your gracious gifts for fruitful production.
November 15, 2022
My roots lie buried in an unbroken line of brave men and women, my ancestors,
who, with boundless courage, sought a place where freedom was limitless and prized--from the Jersey shores to the Appalachians they trekked, finding bottomless seams of black gold, but the riches of infinite faith were their most valuable contribution to their endless posterity, generations to come…in an everlasting seam as bold and courageous as they, in their eternal rest, could ever have remotely imagined.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written June 3, 2021
for "Writing Prompt - Endless" poetry contest
sponsored by Constance La France
If you saw a rainbow and you clambered up one side
And then whizzed down the other like it was a massive slide
I have to say it all sounds like a lot of fun to me
But when you got back down again, I wonder where you'd be
I thought that I would find out, and so I gave it a try
The top of that there curve was really high up in the sky
But when I slid back down again, the breeze was really cold
I smacked my toe against a pot: that pot was painted gold
I have to say I had no use for some old painted pot
Or those old coins all painted gold of which there were a lot
I climbed back up that rainbow even though my toe was bent
Then hurtled down to find my landlord waiting for his rent
I told him I was broke until my motor car was sold
He said but that’s a rainbow... did you find no crock of gold
But then the rainbow faded and my guts were in a knot
And I was so dumbfounded, all that I could say was, ‘What?’
Drought Riches in the Desert
my life is so dry
that I can fill the desert
lands fill the gulf and valleys
shuck pay dirt yet I'm
I am not rich yet so I
confess it's just grains of sand
11/01/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Riches and poverty that's the only line drawn amongst us
Each side fears the other for some reasons
Know one thing and understand both
Riches can never buy everything in this world
Poverty doesn't also put you at the lower end
Know the strengths and weakness to beat your enemy
The world can accommodate and there is still more vacancies left
Tell a friend to tell a friend, spread the talk
Don't break the chain of communication
None can survive without the other
We need each other, can't you see?
Greed will kill our generations
Hate will be turned into bitterness
Learn to show the world that we are one
Though we are divided, lets stand tall together
Riches and poverty your a monster to humanity
Looking around at others
Pure envy is what i see,
They have beautiful things
For its hand downs for me.
I want a new career
But what am i to do,
I have no real experience
At least compaired to you.
My clothes have no style
I need to win the lottery,
Oh what i could do then
With all that much money.
After work I'll buy a ticket
I go right past the store,
To my surprise I won a grand
Rags to Riches not wanting more.
A pauper begs at the town gate
and sets, each day, a date with fate.
He harbours dreams where riches flow
but morning finds him on skid row.
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Most everyone would like to be a millionaire
Which accounts for the record lottery sales
A win will get you short-lived publicity’s glare
Reality will take the wind out of your sails.
Everything about your life would be changed
As folks would look at you in a different way
Your children might act as if they are deranged
And, don’t be surprised if your hair turns gray.
Then, everything would change in your attitude
As you learn there are things money can’t buy
Like desirable peace, happiness, and solitude
There’s a limit to the adventures you can try.
So, my advice is, be happy with what you’ve got
Make the most of time, abilities, and resource
Riches are victories won, battles you’ve fought
And coming to your end with no tawdry remorse.
Written May 24, 2022
I wish to be a rich one
Respected for all I have
People making way for me
The head of the class
I wish to be a rich one
Given a wealth of knowledge
Helping those who are in need
With a humble heart
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The Worlds human snakes have raised the stakes,
From table scraps to pies and cakes.
~Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Poets ponder
They cannot squander
A stipend they do not receive
For paid in thought
Their piece of mind
Are words formed and conceived
A tale of sorts
Depiction of life
Even death, if they so choose
Sometimes humor
So often, strife
Sometimes fake and sometimes true
To live on poetry
Getting paid for thoughts
Is not within the poets reach
That’s why they work
Many various jobs
Laborers, professionals and some, they teach
Within their thoughts
Their written words
Lies the life for which they wish
For there in mind
Though pockets bare
The poet knows, within, he’s rich
As thought has value
But not of dollar
Intrinsic is what it shall always be
The poet stands
Not then with riches
But pride in thought, his dignity
If I were a rich man I tell you what I'd do;
I would sleep all day and drink all night;
Til I was bored and could snore no more,
Then I would look to see if I could find me,
When I did I would climb in a bath and soak in cream til' I was clean,
I would piss away my money on everything not thinking about tomorrow
or even my family,
Maybe I would play the lottery hoping I wouldn't win,
Then I could try it all again,
I guess I would give some to the church then maybe I would find peace with god,
I would travel the world to see what I could see,
I would buy a yacht and sail around the world,
Then if I got bored I would sell the boat and go back to shore,
If wishes were horses then beggers would ride,
It is nice to think what I would do but when I open my eyes I realize,
I am who I am and that I can't lie,
I am broke and that is no joke!
Riches Of The Heart
Joanna Davis
Tinkle, tinkle, all is glass!
Ruby link to emerald clasp.
Bright and shining clear and cold,
Bewitching both the young and old.
Some thought Africans “quite deranged,”
When for gold, beads they exchanged.
Yet no jewelled trinket, on the skin,
Compares to beauty from within.
Sailors crossed the ocean wide,
Savage barbarism, in every stride.
Bible filled with king’s commands,
To steal another’s sacred lands.
Children, forced to daily toil,
On hands and knees beneath the soil.
For black gold, hard as coal,
They willingly sold their mortal sole.
While this world forever turns,
Lessons, some will never learn.
The riches that set us apart,
Are deep within the human heart.