If ratings give meaning, symbolled with stars,
Then always keep on your ratings radar.
I’m trying to write my best poem by far,
Please rate it between a one and five star.
Lines as, ‘She brakes me as if I’m a car,
While my engine’s roaring like a jaguar!’
What, that’s too simple, need to raise the bar?
Ok, how about some hardy har har.
Like, ‘Friends of mine truly think they’re the Tsar!’
I say ‘Tsk, tsk, Tsar.’ Is that a one star?
Alright, alright let’s try something bizarre,
With a foreign slant; you with me so far?
‘Jones’s travels brought him to a bazaar;
He wanted dinner, but had no dinar.’
Ok folks, please rate that quip from Dakar.
Does it yet approach a two or three star?
Give me one more chance to get up to par,
For the next line may be a real all-star.
‘The sturgeon roe’d his boat for caviar.’
Is that great line worth at least a four star?
Why rate ‘show and tell’ like a kid’s toy car;
Does rating give purpose for who we are?
Ratings are playthings for wanna-be stars.
Still, increasing ratings’ rates is in our,
Need to soar somewhere, maybe way out far.
Yet, let the cosmos govern the five stars.
Coming to Kuwait? Make sure you stay in Kuwait City.
There are over a hundred tours, and their gardens are pretty.
Be sure and ask if you can see a Kuwait dinar if you dare.
They are the priciest coins in the world, so don’t share.
The shopping malls are full of exotic things to buy.
There are numerous day trips and excursions you can try.
Be sure and see the Grand Mosque, it is a gorgeous sight.
The Islamic architecture is something that feels so right.
Should you try kiteboarding? Why not? You only live once, right?
Kuwait City at the tip of the Persian Sea is beautiful at night.
Please stop by the Ahmad-Al-Jaker Oil and Gas Exhibit if you can.
And book a private beach villa, so you can lay out on the sand.
We know you will love it here. We will leave a light on for you.
Bring some guests along please, at least one or even two.
What would I do with dollar?
Would I be glad with dinar
If your presence is too far?
Form: Diona
Money, life material
temporal source,
Made for life's
every course, to
earn, win or
Gifted in ways
selected to maintain
the well being
Of mind and body
health, riches and
wealth.
Money in currencies
from different
Regions of the
World,
Pound Sterling,
Dollars, Dinar,
Lira, Escudo, Rupee,
Pound, Kwanza, Euro
Birr or Lira to name
a few,
more abounds in
place unknown to me
and you.
Money rid our lives
of homelessness,
hunger, and sadness,
Slows the
unhappiness lessen
distress,
Ends the poverty in
the desolate, mend
the broken spirit,
And bring joy to a
child's life who is
sadden with
misfortune.
Money man's
creation, limited
and filled with
subjection,
Was created for
pleasure, measure,
and power, but
caused,
War, theft, pain
and sorrow to God's
unlimited world,
Of riches, love,
freedom and beauty.
Money needed by
all...
Memories of Bintan in Tanjungpinang,
Visiting here forth a blessing,
Intention of hearts a united ummat,
Dinar and Dirham the cause it become.
At Singgasana, we are hosted at
Customs of Nusantara, still practiced at heart
In swarm that regional love is intact
No words on them, just by grateful hearts
My regret only three days, a visit,
To enjoy the love of our brothers and sisters
In Shaa Allah, we will come again,
This is just the beginning of its depth to begin!
Layag Sug!
I colonize to unite, they colonize to divide
It is time to return the union of the archipelago
To unite the community through dinar and dirham
The colonizers colonized our homeland
Through divide-and-rule tactics at hand
To colonize the colonizers should be done
Through unite-and-rule tactics must become
I love you freedom!
A Penny for your thoughts,
or a Quarter for your rhyme?
A Dollar for your compassion,
for a Dime to go back in time.
A Nickel for your honesty,
or a Ruble to speak your mind.
A Jackson for your patience,
and a Euro to feed the blind.
A Pound for your trouble –
a Dinar for your reprieve,
a Peso to cover the damages,
a Franc if you’d only believe.
In God We Trust authority,
yet not His spoken word –
It takes money, privilege and power,
for the voice of the Lord to be heard.
Our lives are merely a vapor –
don’t wait to be your best,
you may end up like the Pharisees,
in hell with all the rest.
He was a young English soldier in India,
A soldier's funds are rarely ample,
But he went into a mideast Bodega,
He sought a gift for his Indian girl,
Gungahontis...
Her favorite cologne, Eau de Camille,
sat on a shelf...he had not enough
money to buy it himself
So he pulled out his Dinar Card,
and saved the day, at least till about
when he stopped to bray about his clout,
an hour later when he was killed
by runaway horses.
Seems he was not the only one running
at the mouth.
Contained by myself
Drawing the wages of the bombed out present day
Away from his story, now my story but
Finding no plastic to pay for Plathist words
To say What? He can look at me here now
A shell of a father's folly soon spent
Gone by are his probably more than a million days, my maybe ten thousand
Reading daily local evenings untreasured sent went.
Driving far away on the forward roll that's keeping me
For the count of the return from the battles' exchange
Him leaving here, me coming here
Wandering kine all cross without dinar fortunes miss to christen this range.
Brown floured sand in my ears
The prize in a fight with words undeciphered yet
He spoke this way, I utterly mumble "Ur" so unschooled
Meandering donkeys forefeet cord-tied won't forfeit the Bedouin bet.
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