the Gotham man
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is on his way to acquiring
Powerful enemies on his journey to solve
The world’s myriad problems
I believe he is a good person at heart
has to learn business and politics collide
His to be wary of hangers-on who follow him
On his road, but will leave him quickly should
disaster strike
His colossal wealth is a burden, a certain
Tiredness on his face, we can call depression.
A slight irritation in his voice; why can we not
Understand him better?
Fare thee ill my lovely
Fair though thou art and lively
Far from home dost thou now live
For my love not a toss dost thou give
Fired with desire abroad to rove
First thought in thy heart a rich treasure trove
Thirst for a passion fitting like a glove
Fond art thou so of mean lucre love
Login to poetry poultry,
If some folks say,
"poetry and poultry
are friendly.
many poets take poetry
as their pleasant hobby
because they can do pottery
and poultry to get money.
Don't forget the unities
of money makers
through different writtings."
An artist says,
"poetry is artistic,
classic,
rhythmic
with logic
and big logistic
Poetry is friendly
with the nature.
it is sucre
and not behind lucre."
a comedian says,
"psychology and stupidity
are always in rivalry.
Hahaaah!
Hahaaah!
don't laugh loudly.
Angry and hungry are so friendly
It is always difficult to separate angry
and power- hungry when they are on special duty. "
Note: Sucre stands for Sugar.
Children of the moment,
dust and vapor of time,
wearying their frame for passing filth.
in this land of the dying,
forgetting the endless eternity,
From the cry of the innocent,
to the paths of obscurity,
seeking routes through time,
The "haves"
the "havnots"
the longings and cravings for perishing things of clay,
Ambitions and dreams innumerable,
vigorous race and fascination for filthy lucre,
they run,
as though their frame were made of iron
and their sinews of brass,
forgetting the gates of death,
They acquire filth,
some call it gold,
they build,
they store, and die holding naught
Then come the endless eternity
The eternity of undying souls
Man! why slide unprepared?
Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent
Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced
With needing to be nurtured
Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her palms
A lost Christmas scarab lurid green beetle
Gripped Flora's taut forearm
Future she craved wavered toward steely necessity
Untitled as lucre of lake illusion luminous
Looming in her frontal lobe
Angel held urns runneth over, soma sportula pour
Treacle tips intoxicating as cherry kirsch
Accommodation on aileron
Conveyed from kookaburra sarcasm to city suzerain
Mirror tower monuments collide in clouds
Encourage worldwide rivalry
Flora's inclination for comfort drives acute delirium
Arid Arab cobalt coast melts cultures mosaic
Gamey gourmet, cutlery gleam
Her new wrist cuffed, convict of antique timepiece
Lost Duat archived exchange rate temporal
Khepra hands kissed henceforth
12th March 2023
Written for Contest: 'K' Word Challenge
Sponsor: Constance La France
Don't ever dedicate your soul to Satan for lucre
Evil is one of the best fruits of Diable
Verify the mouvents of some friends to avoid traps,
It is colossal danger to tie with some bad people
Live with trusted friends for your good on earth,
Thank you.
Written 03-03-2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Acredite
Acredite:
compromisso tem força
tem poder e magia nele
para mudar o mundo
e fazer mais e mais.
Agora: comprometa-se
e lucre mais,
faça mais e mais.
Compromisso
Hoje agora é a hora
na dúvida,
faça mais e mais
com fé e compromisso.
Compromisso com fé
é certeza de fazer sempre
sempre, desde agora
mais e melhor.
Compromisso tem força
tem poder e magia nele
para mudar o mundo
e fazer mais e mais.
Agora: comprometa-se
e lucre mais
faça mais e mais.
A Country destroyed
And all nations
Want their fair share.
France
Britain
USA
Israel
Norway
Poland
Want their lucre.
That is why
Kaddafi
Was handed over
To the murderous thugs
Of Bengasi
Who killed him?
And now we have ISIS.
Could it be the oil?
Write here, right now. Write now, right here!
Capture the moment while it's near
and seize the day. You now know how:
write now, right here; write here, right now.
The rhyme is tight. The time is right
to write some rhyme this time of night –
a rite of writing, lacking light.
The time is right, the rhyme is tight.
Another draft you craft in ink.
No lucre comes from thoughts you think;
though relatives may think you daft,
you craft in ink another draft.
All you can see you then can say.
At dawn, as dark dissolves to day,
with light, you write. In poetry,
you then can say all you can see.
The play’s the thing, you need to play
with words. Then, playfully they say
what makes the heart smile, cry, or sing;
you need to play, the play’s the thing.
Now play on words and let them dance
in rhymes and rhythms of romance;
teach them to sing like carefree birds
and let them dance. Now play on, words!
[swap quatrain]
written 18 July 2021
Compromisso
Hoje agora é a hora
na dúvida,
faça mais e mais
com fé e compromisso.
Compromisso com fé
é certeza de fazer sempre
sempre, desde agora
mais e melhor.
Compromisso tem força
tem poder e magia nele
para mudar o mundo
e fazer mais e mais.
Agora: comprometa-se
e lucre mais
faça mais e mais.
As this mad, mad world turns on a bedeviled tilt,
empirical evidence suggest
compassionate global warming regret
has gotten the cold shoulder
Scoffers with frostbitten hearts
buoy iceberg lies
Titanic size
Alternate spin facts
submerge the meltdown truth
Letting only half-life decay utterances
be the doubt-filled vapor proof
Hidden double-crossed deceit
runs dark principality deep —
Veiled villainy ain’t how it should be
Connived highly classified
camps of coin concentrated thievery
Where vox false profits
filthy lucre soil the bottom line sheet
Vexed minds rolling thumbs down on a troubled axis;
pandemic anxiety,
fretting continually
over premature burial thoughts
Death debt collector
want delinquent souls to pay their Grim Reaper taxes
The pauper field bleeds pawn puppet many
Yet, ill misfortune still
duly befall rook parrots of publican plenty
Equitable death is really a hollow, pale victory curse noted —
Same coffin justice ain’t how it blessed should be
Would this wobbling world take a naked pause tear coated ...
empathetic rest could cure the work of evil deeds
Silver tongue money sign blow
bellow ballast
moral bankruptcy notes
Reprobate shekel vocal chords
toot the $eductive $ound of the crafty coin jingle —
Filthy lucre windpipes
utter-ly craving more and more
Tainted dross lips blare grifter bluesy groans,
lover of the honk heist Tap scale shrill moans
Pied piper pickpocket player (such a theft bar clone)
blow an Iscariot number
with a snatched purse pirate dirge Ag cornet tone
Argentum coffer con-duit
continuously ear play the bandito music,
that Gehazi leer song
Let the pilfering notes fill the covetous air
with a subtil silverware sound ...
Polluted decibel waves b crooked cavalier,
a-plundering thoughts abound —
Fork tongue reed bark paper lust promises;
empty air promissory echoes,
so wallet stolen wrong
Snake oily palms
got a-plenty
under the table plans
Synthetic sly reptilian smile
bewitching many
Picking pockets with a hidden hand
Real filthy lucre fingernails
have the zircon gluttonous glow
that enticingly Endora sells
Dirty laundered money
boa clutches
that unclean epidermal soul
Those cobra soundbytes ain’t adder funny,
them sticky finger touches
love taking venom spit control
Dealing so anaconda treacherous
from the bottom of the deck
Pale poker face don’t wink reveal the poison ivy tell
Diamondback enamel scales
cover thorny digits —
Five fingers of sleight close the eclipse-colored veil
Oz-vader gator vice grip
unevenly tilt the bottom line balance
Stolen zeroes get a counterfeit eulogy farewell
Sympathetic shakes of hollow sincerity
accompany the revenue loss burial
Tainted double-cross lots of empty purse plots
Fervent loan believers only learn
when they forfeiture fit get iron glove squeezed
By the mint hidden hand inurned
Phantom phalanges scratch pilfering churn ...
fungi finger worms make the dirty green soil toxic turn
Emitting a dollar scent viper vapor burned
The Harvest Is Plenteous*
Written: by Miracle Man
1-9-2020
In chasing filthy lucre, notoriety, or fame,
We allow these to take us out of God’s game.
We accumulate earthly goods, all timely spaced,
And in this pursuit, allow God, to be displaced.
But nothing in life comes without affixed cost,
Shouldn’t we be witnessing, trying to win the lost?
Of what importance are earthly things we pursue?
When the harvest is plenteous but laborers are few.
As I look at prophecy I believe time is short,
Until God’s declares time finished and HE’LL abort.
Don’t let other things suck the air from the room,
But watch and pray for the return of the groom.
*Matthew 9:37
“Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few;”
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