Best Wealthy Poems
Dear humans, do you read me, I live in space,
Merely a being, sent by God, I'm all over the place.
I circle the world, live among debris,
You leave behind, you ruined your planet,
Now you want to go to Mars, so that you can
Pollute that planet in a few thousand years,
I have shed enough tears,
A millennium has gone by, and yet my fears,
Are much the same, not only the land you destroy,
But what of your beautiful oceans, you have caused
Global destruction, ice is melting, oceans rising
Lands worldwide are drowning, farms are flooding,
Mudslides send houses into never-never land,
We must do something, you all say the same,
Well do it.
Have you absolutely lost your sanity,
Your complete mentality in irreversible totality,
First think of your ocean life, ban plastic bags,
Deforestation must stop, this must be immediate
All trees are life giving, sustaining an all encompassing
Balance, animals lose their forests and move into
Suburbs, confused, looking for food.
You overpopulate,
Why three or four children, be grateful have one
Others so sad, as they have none.
Unemployment on the rise,
The poor have no chance of winning first prize.
You have brought about division between
Colors, creeds and nations, stop it, we are all
Brothers and sisters, please help the poor
Who come to ask for food at your door
Disparity of wealth crazy, billionaires now more
Than before, whilst the poor live under bridges
Or scavenge in garbage, shame on us, shame on us,
Shame on our governments, access to water is
Humanitarian, all should have access.
I therefore beseech you to do the right thing, be kind,
Be mindful, allow love to seep into your heart,
Don't risk becoming an inevitable mortal fatality,
Nurture your planets ozone deficiency, begin,
with healing your unhinged mental capacity
The beginning starts with you,
But of course, that you knew.
'There was a wealthy old man from Kansas
Wasn't concerned if he caught the virus
He was wealthy you could tell
Owned ten rolls of cottonelle
Said If I die "least I've got a clean A. S. S. ".
Written 13th March 2020
So what are the Rule's ?
You wish to place place this wager on ?
And how is the Jury then to Judge ?
Your Bank Account
Your Real Estate
Your Stocks and Share's
Minks and Furs
Supercars , Jewel's and Gold
Versus
My 2nd Mortgage
10 year old Car
Overdrafts
And rising Credit Card Bills
Based on this alone I fear you win this wager
Hands down no contest
But what if we raised the stakes
To what we could actually
take with us to our grave
Like Friends and Family
Those we have blessed
Lives we had touched
I fear my Foe
The Currency in Death you shall seek
Will not be measured
In Money and Gold
But rather in Deed's and Actions
And whether or not you will be missed
***We try to find happiness outside the confines of our dreams... for what becomes of life if we do not dream of it ~
or after having dreamt it... experience the reality of the hope of it?***
Only fairy tales warrant true blissfulness... so it has been deemed.
Or that sums up the gest of it, my eyes have wit the scope of it; at least that's what it seems.
We go in search of the things we see...in our make believe world of fantasy.
So our lives can be as they should be__full of wondrous desires and ecstasy.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as bright as a sun beam, as fun as watching fish swim downstream;
-as sweet as a child eating ice-cream, as exciting as sports that are extreme;
-as crazy as wild things that make your scream.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
Happiness as silly as being star struck, as wonderful as having the best of luck;
-as gleeful as getting a brand new truck, as giggly as a secret you'll never give up;
-as loving as sipping from the same cup.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as hearty as eating a big meal, as jittery as five year old who can't sit still;
-as rich as inheriting a wealthy will, as joyful as rolling down hill;
-as fabulous as having your face on the dollar bill.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
Happiness as racy as running as fast as you can, as noisy as listening to a live band;
-as colorful as lying on a beach to tan, as free as living on a private island;
-as proudful as the day your child could stand.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as blissful as eating breakfast in bed, as lucky as they having to work in your stead;
-as meaningful as all the books you've read, as noble as the crown on a kings head;
-as unforgettable as the day you were wed.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
I trust we know.. onward this can go. So give a cheer...I'm ending here.
For you're quite keen; and cleverishly... get what I mean!!
O Serenissima,*fabled city
guarding the bluest lagoon, remain
the Queen of the Adriatic Sea;
on a gondola I glide while
the gondolier sings to luminous stars.
Under bridges of moonlight,
mysteries increase by the dozen;
standing on the Bridge Of Sighs,
a fair-haired girl leans forward
blowing kisses to a gorgeous boy
who stops and smiles back tenderly.
On the topmast he awaits early daylight,
unfurled sails excite his spirit never
fraught. He looks back for a last time,
surroundings whet his curiosity;
behind him stand buildings of break
and stone that have endured time's fury.
The eastern sun comes up slowly,
he rubs his moist eyes and sighs;
his tall ship is ready to depart
for lands rich of exotic spices;
they will be traded for linen
textiles and beautiful glassware.
Months will pass, probably years,
a wrinkle or two will appear
on his sun-tanned forehead
beneath his fluttering red velvet hat;
he will think of Venice before sleep-
the sublime dream of a wealthy merchant.
* Serenissima: The most serene
A wealthy old cat lover named Rover
To save money called his idlers over
Gave dough to his cats
Who became very fat
And slept under his bed and its cover
Once rich they became very slim
Enrolled in fanciest gym
Forgot about taxes
Enjoyed expensive waxes
'til their pile-o-change became dim
The tax man, obsessed with this cash flow
A miserly old fellow named Moe
was greatly shocked
His bottom rocked
To see the hep cats without any dough
Dedicated to Debbie Guzzi without whom this poem lacked its punch.
why is it that most people are always seeking wealth?
they will push themselves to the limit and disregard their health
money can't buy true happiness,
it's more of a burden than a prize
yet many people are obsessed with it,
but at what price?
how many houses can you live in ?
how many cars can you drive?
how many gold chains can you wear around your neck?
will your wealth keep you alive?
how many credit cards and bank accounts do you really need?
as humans we are great consumers
and we have a condition known as greed
it's funny how there are some people who don't have a lot of bucks
yet they live lives of happiness, is it their destiny or is it luck?
it's funny how those people who can barely get by
learn to live on less and contently survive
yes, we'd all like to be rich and not have to look at the price
whenever we want to buy something, but what are you willing to sacrifice?
when it comes down to the truth, you have to decide what is your measure
is it health or is it wealth? what do you treasure?
in sickness and in health
in poverty and in wealth
you can have all the money in this world and still have a fatal disease
you can live in a trailer park and with your few possessions and be pleased
you can have that great big house in the best part of town
but if you're laid out on your back, where is the good in it to be found?
money and wealth are just some of Satan's tools
to take people away from God and make them act like fools
many will lie, some will steal and others will kill for wealth
but what good is all the money in the world
if you ain't got your health?
Billions poor suffer
Few greedy men wealth enjoy
God's wrath them awaits!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 January 2017
* Just eight billionaires hold as much wealth as half of the planet's poor population! Reports OXFAM, BBC News.
In a wealthy country forced cheap labor helps the rich become richer
Poem Contest entry: Paradox of Life Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Dated 27/04/2121
Once a man, an elderly
Was in the sunshine begging
His face was dim and dry to see
Unshaven, unappealing
And as I stared he came to me.
Trembling hands reached out to me
As I stood there observing
But I did not feel pity, see,
His ugliness emanating
I wished to, from the old man, flee.
From my hands, it fell in his,
A penny, mere, a penny,
He stared at it and saw it is
The most expectable from me
And wondered to the sky, what bliss!
But then as days went by and by
My heart remembered more
It filled my nights with many sighs
Of guilt for being sore
And to myself, I wondered, “Why?”
But then a friend of mine, I met
Who told me such a story
Of when there was a rich man yet
Who fell to such great misery
And who’s to know his fate he met?
I wondered, why I hadn’t seen
The handsome wealthy man behind
The shaggy clothes and eyes so keen.
Then I went, the fellow, to find,
And smiled at him.. I wasn’t mean.
That little smile was meant to be
A clearly thought apology
For having been so cruelly blind
To how a man can sometimes find
A fate as bad that changes lives!
To all who thought they had it all.
It is not so much that You saw my need, but, rather, You showed my need to me, then filled it. I stood in riches, yet You created in me a hunger that only You could feed. You reached out for a wretch, foundering in ignorant luxury, never wanting for anything, yet possessing nothing of eternal value. You were compassionate toward one who deserves no mercy. Yet, in my state of unworthiness, You saw value to the degree that You offered a priceless gem in payment of a debt You did not owe. You opened eyes blinded by a sense of self-importance and pride. You are the great Physician and Healer of everything that infects my soul. O Lord, in Your kindness, You touched me before I realized the folly of my life without You. Heavenly Father, all that I am is the result of Your love and mercy. Surely, Your grace is responsible for eliminating the things that made me who I no longer am and I praise Your Holy Name!
Author's Comments:
"This came to me in meditation one day. I was under the mistaken opinion that the world offers so much more than it does...Jake"
I have a dream of affluence.
Of dripping gold and bread..
To feed the mouths of children
Save the hungry from their dread
I have a hope of heaven.
Where the generous are free
To liberate the captives
Where compassion is the key
It's not the stash I'm after.
It's genuinely not.
My rainbow ends with colours
Not some ever roving pot
I have a dream of fruitfulness
That though my days are few
I hope investing wisely,
Is the thing that I can do.
For wealth is not possessions,
Acquisitions, portfolios or stuff.
It's justice, hope, contentment
It's being just enough
It's sharing and it's caring.
It's not a hand-out spree..
It's never so a spotlight
Lands itself on me
Quietly I'll gather
All the will I can
To be the earthly angel
Out to help my fellow man.
So when the curtain closes
As I'm sure it will one day
Those seeds that have been scattered
Bearing fruit to plant an orchard;
Feed the hungry on their way
To exploit our folks in a capitalist machine,
To encourage the rich and the poor.
To make the majority always bow down to the few,
To fight the unwinnable war.
We live in an antagonist inequitable state,
A state that encourages lasting torment.
Where the few at the top expect the rest of the crowd,
To give them their money, like a rent.
Selling trickle down policy, they believe their own lie,
That the wealthy will pay for the broke.
Not realising that’s see through and never has worked,
That their cash isn’t meant for us folk.
If the rich want to stay rich and not have a war,
They’ll need to make healthy, safe and free.
For all of the citizens, in every small and big town,
They’ll need to make a state that’s fed and happy.
The Upper Wealthy
It was said that famous families
only lasts for about three generations
The Churchills, the Kennedys, and many
Others have a sale by date.
I thought of that while watching a program by
Crise Hedges, who happens to have grown up
among the stratospheric wealthy, and he
spent time trying to distance himself from
that class of people
He can't, everything about his language
manner, the smoothness of those who have
not had to strive
Cris was interviewing a man who writes
books about the rich, who, according to
him are bad for our society and economy
Clearly, the rich are different from those who have
No private plane when going shopping
They send children to the top school in a limo
They have a big household staff to keep
them in clover, and security, to be rich also
Mean someone is out to do your harm
The two men began annoying me, telling
stories about the wealthy, sounding like
a couple trying not to sound envious
A wealthy man has passed away,
a wealthy man you say,
the wealth he had and the wealth he gave,
not measured materially.
A loving wife and children too
perhaps not plain to the.
This wealthy man he gave to me
the shape of who I'd be,
compassion, love, a sense of worth
and my morality.
A wealthy man oh yes indeed
I think you'll start to see?
Knowledge, wisdom and worldly ways,
it's now his legacy.
Enriched I am, by this wealthy man,
I think you can agree,
enriched by him and all he meant
now the wealthy man is me!
In honor of my Father, George.
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