In love's embrace, where life finds its birth,
Kindness blooms, weaving hearts with mirth,
Yet comes a time, the end's sweet call,
When love must part, and tears may fall.
Heartbreak's grip may hold us tight,
But letting go, brings healing light,
Through poorness and in health's embrace,
We learn the dance of time and space.
When is the end the end, we ask,
As seasons change, and moments pass,
In love and loss, we find our way,
Embracing each dawn, come what may.
A poor and a patient in common in finding peace but their areas of need differ like wealth and health both standing for want of relief a patient to address in his sickness by a learned medical practitioner or by a Doctor a poor in common by anyone belonging a good heart and with a long hand for redress patients depending on the care of a Doctor but poor on hands of givers all the patients can’t be brought under the care of a Doctor but all the poor can be brought under a giver as the richness is above poorness on this planet.
A step taken
To stop poorness
One side of the coin
Train of thought
I once saw a golden rose online,
It cost only £20.
For the lifetime of memories,
kissed in gold,
It’s worth the price, isn’t it?
That rose would never wilt,
It would stand there,
Shiny and bold,
All that was needed,
Was just care,
Making sure you tell everyone to be careful near the rose.
And dusting too,
Making sure the rose looks beautiful and sparking as always.
I saw the rose online,
And I thought of you,
And I knew I would never get that rose from you,
For £20 for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you.
Tbh,
It seems like respect for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you too.
Tbh,
I knew you were poor,
I can accept that,
Not being able to meet in fancy places,
Not offering to pay the bill,
Not traveling too far for me.
That’s ok
But it’s your poorness of heart that I cannot accept,
the lack of respect I cannot accept,
and it’s the lack of kindness that I will not accept.
Tbh,
I am confused.
After all, you did warn me.
You warned me of your greediness
Your shallow way of thinking,
Your roughness.
So why am I angry?
I wanted this didn’t I?
I enjoyed it right?
So why am I angry?
Crash
SCULPTURED BY POORNESS
by Shyane A. Roa
One scratch, one peck as they fondly call me,
I am seen as nobody in the community
Yes, I am a beggar in the street
I am a woman who wears a dirty outfit
I work during the day and study at night
Hoping to have a future that was so bright
But the way I acted was unpleasant to many
They really hated my personality
Every day I am begging for food to live
I became a servant just to survive
No one can dim my clear and bright visions
Because this is me, with a strong determination
I can endure life, no matter how tough
Even they hated me I will continue my journey
Rejection is my inspiration
Obstacle is my key to build my ambition
As of now, it’s my dream to have my career,
I am proud that once I became a pauper,
Because I was molded to become resilient
And face life with joy and merriment
Bless me if you can with "all the things"
that all and all can make me everything
good and would make a livelihood.
Bless me if you can with the "power"
to light a life and spread the light
like a candle I stand.
Bless me if you can with the "words"
which soothe the sorrower, make her
withstand before the stormy winds of sadness.
Bless me if you can with the "money"
to pour the poorer to part the poorness
which is prepared to be a part of the play.
Bless me if you can with the "sense"
to destroy the ignorance which is creeping
and making it's nets wider.
Bless me if you can with the "idea"
to cease and to plant "no war"
and to make it no where and not at all.
Bless me if you can with the "strength"
to drag the infants from the cave of deaths
which pulls them with one means or the other.
Bless me if you can with the "plan"
to make every place a palace on earth
enriched with natural beauty and the home of mother nature.
Bless me if you can with the "thought"
to teach every one to talk and learn
to try to write and fight for the right.
Bless me if you can with the "royalty"
to make every man happy and to move
his life with happiness and nothing more.
Did a wonderful job indeed,
gave a justified twist to the taste.
Allowed the type writer
to type it's own emotions,
ball of events-it's own sequence of motions.
Still the concrete pillar
will erect itself-
eight-bent,nine-folded.
Marvels may swing and sail
like strings and strays.
The richness
will be generous quite,still;
The poorness
will have a strong pull,as usual.
Tell the mass
not to come with bouquet or brick-bat
henceforth.
Every ingratitude
need not come forth
with an explanation.
Rather sin-
the mud,the filth,the petrified,
let them have a long spell!
Definitions,if nature of things demands
may change.
Weakness,helplessness,passion
should have their own version of reason.
Be they bitter or sour
need the attention at their service.
Love
Done By Tivia Thompson
Love is not about abuse or money.
Love is, the respect, communication, kindness, sharing, caring and humbleness.
Love is the compassionate, and full of integrity.
Love is the worth of joy, excitement, happiness and enjoyment.
Love is not about the person past, or richness or poorness or lived on a side road. Its the respect that the person hàve given to you and their personality.
NOTHING TO SOMETHING
I might be nothing
Though this nothing I am is made up of the most precious minerals,
But I am meant to be something.
I may come from nowhere
Though that no where I come from is filled with the most beautiful treasures
And just by seeking you could find them.
I might be silent I agree
But I am yet the loudest
And just by listening you might hear the sound of the true me.
I might be the weakest I agree
But yet the toughest to be deceived
To misleads I can defeat.
I might be easy to brake
Though I am the strongest
But I am meant to be toughest.
I might be the softest I agree
But I climbed through the roughest surface.
I am the coolest
But yet conquer the hotness you impose
I am dark in skin
But yet very bright I dream.
You might be the richest
But can’t afford the poorness I oppose
If YOU are the SWEETEST, I AM the SOWEREST
But yet the combination is the SMOOTHEST to rejoice
Either you believed the message is released
#by YondieG the dumb dude
But yet bigger in thoughts!!!!!!!
My life is like a movie
well in my eyes I can truly be the ruling
I'm the doozy, Uzi shooting through the rooting
super-computing, fusing routine, never will use these
suiting every few, cleverly blue
see who? me looting every noose
I'm severing, choose to openly rue the recipe soon
why? I earned what worth my brain stirred
the curse, the pain hurts
the search for lame burns
they burst away first
in vein, I lay crazed, when I say hey
I feel they may make fate, destiny a gate
to make way for the day, decay great
face hate to be ate, ached, eight by eight shamed, by the rain saint
pourin' poorness upon the fortune
forced to force feed forty four before we orbit coarsely
im boarding, morphing for these unholy moly forces
I'm holding royal loyalty, I fully see the rhyme dulling
coldly spine showing time, breakin' like folding my soul in nine
for the care of sharing the fire for the fight
in the focus on the light when I write it right, just get excited
Bazaar,
Storing all a"s,the bazaar,
Of the three one is profit,
Bazaar like the heart of the township,
Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free,
A place buying richness and selling poorness,
Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts,
Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves,
Some buys,some sells,some bags and some begs,
Also some bugs drawing blood in the down town,
The debt rolling like wheels,
Very busy like only today no tomorrow's,
The merchants of Venice sits,
Shylocks carrying fault scales to weigh flesh,
Bazaar,the chased satan's official bungalows!
THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN
Oh Poverty, Oh poverty, Oh poverty...
There is a money tree in the Warlock’s Garden.
Before you slept, you wish for a better way.
Your mother is sick and your father is dead.
Do well in school and live for a moment.
Your poorness will disappear because you have been chosen to remove bad faith
and bring luck upon you.
Do not ever say it is not a blessing.
The thought will bring disaster.
Your magnifier is your mind in thought.
Exemplary, your ideas are.
If you are now in a scrape, don't be the condemner of your faith.
Good I am to those who know a truthful way.
The Money Tree is in the Warlock’s Garden.
~Free Verse/Verse Drama 15 lines... No meter is chosen by the Author.~
Edited and revised March 10, 2018.
I COULD OF DONE THE RIGHT THING
I COULD OF TOLD HER WHAT I MEAN
I COULD OF SHOWED HER OTHER THINGS
SOME OF WHAT SHE HAD NEVER SEEN
I SHOULD OF HONORED OR VOWS
BUT I HURT YOU BAD I SEE IT NOW
I REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I DO
I PROMISED TO HONOR YOU
IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH
POORNESS AND WEALTH
TILL DEATH DO US PART
BUT I GAVE ANOTHER MY HEART
Poverty,
The very shallowness of poverty swallows me,
Like a snake swallows a mouse.
Poorness,
It is the cause of my muscle's soreness,
Because my bones are too porous.
Cuts,
In salaries and work time and such,
Makes me wish that I was rich very much.
Eating,
Mayonnaise sandwiches,
Is not one of life's advantages.
Wealth,
Means a lot to me even though
I don't have it .
Stealth,
I claim ownership of this quality.
So after I labor diligently and stealthily
No longer will I let shallow poverty
Swallow me.
written in Fall 2004
while still @ college ULM
before economy was declared to be awful it was already awful in Monroe, LA
for a large group of certain people who were rich with talent and skills and no means to use
it at home.
Today is the day we become husband and wife
Today's the beginning of our beautiful life.
Together we join our hearts to become one
Looking to the future remembering what we've done.
You have become the center of my world alone
My love for you over the years has grown.
Today as we start our life together before all
I do vow to cherrish your love and to be beck at your call.
Togther we'll build our life onto soild ground
And later on to become a family with kids running around.
Today I give you everything I have to give
My heart and my soul are all yours for as long we live.
I'll be there for through sickness and health
I'll support you through poorness and wealth.
You're the one person who's always been there
Today and forever it's my turn to show you how much I care.
With this ring, I become your partner for life
The one and only person you can rely on, your eternal wife.
Today your last name becomes mine too
As I recevie it with honor, love, and pride, I do take you.
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