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So You Have a Lot of Money
By Franklin Price
12/3/2015
So you have a lot of money - Maybe are a billionaire
The how's and why's the way you got it - I myself don't really care
You're working now to keep it - Maybe even want some more
If you're a citizen of the U.S. - You should check up on the score
The environment is capitalist - That gives the U.S. ONE
There are the breaks in taxes - TWO for country for you none
The environment is mostly free - Many places to invest
That's THREE and Four there's so much more - You still have none to pass the test
The Senators and Congressmen - Tend to move most things your way
With your money and influence - You now have ONE and that is sway
Depends on how you use it - Tells what others think of you
To make more money for yourself - Is not all that you should do
Help make this country better - Bring less fortunate along
Invest in Education – Help put us back where we belong
Invest in others' efforts - To put money in your shoe
To aid in helping others – Gives you a score of TWO
Won't always make you money – Will make you better you will see
To give to others for no return – Gives you a score of THREE
Some rich say no one helped them – You are free these words to say
I can easily show you're lying - Our founding fathers paved the way
I'm sure that others helped along – Maybe still are there for you
So the way I'm looking at it – Is you owe this country too
Take advantage of the giving holes – And they won't be voted out
Giving something back to proliferate – Is part of what it's all about
The two creases of the palm when they meet,
does anyone know the locale where they meet?
I want to hunt for that place,
I want to observe these two creases dating.
Alluring ambience they would compose,
discovering one other in themselves!
Entwined together in one warm ambrosial breath,
completely disconnected of what is around,
searching bliss in each other.
Body and soul becoming one,
just as the eye and the tear drop!
Lo! the foray has just started,
playmate they both became,
life now is a congenial bliss.
Dawn is here,
and nights are vibrant.
The two creases of the palm when they meet,
does anyone know the locale where they meet?
©Chitra Arun
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2021
When the aromatic garden of celestial spheres, splatters acrylic herbs,
I listen to soft serenades of sakura raindrops,
floating along singing sapphires, longing to reach the unseen colors, veiling cherry-blossom skies.
I ponder, if I could catch drizzling silhouettes of dancing diamonds,
would I then find petrichor tales of forsaken twilight?
Perhaps, in their liquified state, metaphors do flow,
as I am the aesthetic aura of the champagne sun before raspberry rain,
chasing butterflies and kaleidoscopic moonstones,
rising from the pit of poisoned puddles,
where petals of pretense play h i d e and s e e k, luring me into a delicate destruction.
Now I swim amidst surging sorrows, finding jade stars~ hidden between tarnished turquoise, allowing trickling jewels of the azure lagoon, to anchor my sunken spirit to an island of unfaltering faith.
There, I’ll see beyond blurred blues, the caramelized eyes of a poetic knight, writing sensual sestinas to soothe my sleepless seas, rippling with rhinestone regrets upon rain-soaked shores.
I CRY EVERYDAY... NOW WITH NO TEARS
But now...
I cry everyday...now with no tears
Trickling down my cheeks like my first year
We are on count of the fourth year... wedlock
I made up my mind to dry my tears from within
For my man enjoys those tears from me
Considered to be weak and indeed a weaker vessel
So, I now cry within ... with no tears outside
Am I becoming a strong woman now?
At least for my son whom I cherish so much
My son who by now sees my tears as normal
But within my heart, I know am not strong
I know am embittered
Tortured psychologically
Raped mentally
Then, I wish
And I wish I wake up from this dreadful dream
AST
1.05am
15/04/2015
Conjure from a true life story
William Sawden
1893-1917
On the southern facade,
Of the Golden Rule Store,
On Greenleaf Avenue to the north,
There is a single window,
On the third floor up.
Behind the white half open curtain,
Facing south and southwest,
A sixteen year old boy, once employed there,
Was on his knees facing east.
He was praying earnestly
For a miracle from God.
With words audible and vehement,
Mention was made of a sick father,
A father succumbing to depression and confusion,
To fear and apoplexy.
The father, a man I once respected,
A man I once admired as honest and true,
A good man with a kind disposition; now
Was trapped in the deep pit,
A dark hellish hole,
Of liquid spirits and utter hopelessness.
“Dear God,” the boy intoned. “Please,
Please save my father from himself,
Deliver him from
His outraged seething soul.”
The boy remained there fifteen minutes,
Praying amidst the wash tubs and the skillets;
And finally, as a drowsy rain
Fell to earth that day,
The boy behind the curtain fell prostrate there,
And cried salty tears of loud desperation,
To augment the afternoon drizzle.
“I am half here and half gone,” the boy said.
“Please God, help us!”
And now, as I lie here,
Dead and decayed in the grovelling ground
Of Mt. Olive Cemetery,
I am completely gone,
Gone as the forgotten wind
That once whispered words of hope,
To the quiet lonely ones,
As I was then.
“Thank you God,
My precious redeemer.
Indeed, you heard my words that day,
As I knelt there,
Faithfully facing east.
I ate some beans and got real sick.
My brains felt like they were three feet thick.
Once it cleared and I felt better.
I knew right then that I would get her.
The remnants of the magic spell.
Delivered me from my own hell.
I quickly weighed another dose.
Decided last time was too close.
My aura shines with new found luck.
No longer is my psyche stuck.
She loves me every night and day.
It's for those beans that I now pray.
I ate some more and puked my guts.
At first, I thought I must be nuts.
But sure as heck, my dream came true.
I won the lottery when it was through.
So like a Genie in a magic lamp.
My third wish, I got a cramp.
But when I finally could relax.
I found I didn't even have to pay tax.
I gave them magic beans away.
So someone else can have their way.
But if I was them, first thing I'd ask.
Is to not get sick on every task.
My mother my everything so rare
Like a diamond blooming with pure love
Not to be compared to or bargained for
A very precious and priceless gem
My life giver right from the womb
Before existence even now and forever
A leaning shoulder in times of despair.
My mother my redeemer in times of loses
Comforts with her rejuvenating speeches
Picks me up from nothing to everything
Giving me awareness and insight to thrive
Without hesitating or fear of the unknown
My mantle of grace in all dealings and wins
My anchor in all realms of possession and actions.
My mother my warrior warring my adversary
Leading me to victory over all obstacles easily
The remedy for all my illness or complaint
Supporting without any hidden intentions or profit
Liberating me from any denial, setback and chains
Unique but meek, courageous, wise and inspirational
Words can't comprehend her attributes so enigmatic.
What words can I use to ease the pain you carry in your heart,
It saddens me to see you suffering in a world gloomy and dark.
All your days are filled with thoughts of worries and guilty feelings,
From dusk till dawn you go on and on but your life has no meaning.
These twisted ideas of your misunderstood emotions driving you insane,
Night after night you will toss and turn thinking you are the blame .
There was nothing more we could do that would have changed that day,
It was his time and we had no choices because that is just Gods way .
You must remember he was never alone no matter what you may remember,
Please get by this and get on with your life and forget that day in late September.
How angry he would be if he was here and saw how you have not moved on,
That's something we know he would say by telling you that you are wrong.
I can't imagine him ever wanting you to stop living after he had passed away,
Don't be a fool wasting your life thinking about me that's what he would say.
How do I help make it better for you so there is no more pain ,
First you must stop feeling it's your fault and stop taking the blame .
Get out of this cold dark and lonely place start living your life,
Move on to better days where you will sleep through the nights.
He has never left you and has been here beside you all along,
Here to help you to get on with your life now that he is gone.
It's your happiness that has him trapped here in our time ,
He will move on to where he must be once he is out of your mind.
Think only of the good things and the love that was always there,
You never have to worry anymore he has always known you cared .
Please do this for me so you can see you will alwys be daddy's girl,
I need you back the way you were which was a part of my world.
Tac
15th jan2012
(This rhyming couplet has been inspired by the two of the three women who mean a lot to me. One my wife Subha and the other my daughter Swati…..my other daughter Sruti is twelve and along with me is a witness to the interaction between my wife and my elderdaughter.This is what my elder girl has to say......)
Life as it is now seems to me all but confused,
No one seems to try and understand me and am never excused.
Mom, dad, elders & teachers,
They act as if I have within me morbid creatures.
They don’t seem to understand,
That, my life is for me to run and not to be canned.
They just can’t and should not run it,
And only then can all of us be together close knit.
I now have sensed, in two different worlds we dwell,
And two different zones, theirs easy mine hell.
I fail to understand why they can’t to “control” bid farewell,
Cause unless they do so the more I will rebel.
I just don’t care about grounding and punishment,
Cause they cannot, sink my hope or even dent.
Now all I care is about freedom, memories and dreams,
Of people I love, things I want to do and words I want to bravely scream.
How I wish they would try to understand,
The problems of the teens and how these tend to only expand.
They just will not understand,
Comparing “back then” & now is not just the tick of the hour hand,
But a gap of many eons and different time zones,
Alas now I am on my own…..
Trying to hold on…
Be better known…..
But be let alone….
Bemoan…..
Alone ...
A new Pope
A new hope
Farewell to Pope Francis
Who did a wonderful job as a great clergy
As we know, age believes in no dynasty
We come and we go like a kiss
New blood is needed from time to time
And of course, that’s natural; that’s not a crime
Novum papam habemus
Novum spem habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new Pope
A new Leader for the Catholic Church
The search is over, no more search
For a few decades, since no man or woman is eternal
The recent Popes have been friendly, humble and truthful
We expect the Pontiff to be better than the previous one
(No laughing matter) Who is sitting in Heaven
Filing and signing his proper documents
Where countless Angels are singing under the divine tents
The world is right now deep in a messy situation:
Lies, crimes, corruption, deportation and discrimination
For crying out loud, this is to say the least
However, the entire world wants peace, peace and peace
We want all nightmares to end: injustice, wars and poverty
Novum spem habemus
Novum papam habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new pope
May God bless the new Pontiff, Mother Nature and Humanity!
Copyright © May 8, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.