You took this man from rags to riches..When you spent all
Heaven had to spare.' Your Sons blood bought me real redemption..Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'll no longer be that beg-gar.' You've made my golden
Dreams come true..' For He took my rags and gave back
Riches, now my destiny is up to you.'
My clothes may still be torn and tattered..Yet in my heart I
Hold the King.' Although my pockets may be empty..
His Love is all... That really matters.' Its ev-ry-thing!
Repeat on this stanza.'
He opened His arms on that cross
though it hurt sore.' He
Offered me treasure of life in great store.' He went through
Grim death
And kicked in hells dark doors' Now I'll hold Him and
Kiss Him.' And keep Him for mine evermore.!!
You took this man from rags to riches, you spent all heaven
Had to spare.' Your Sons Love bought me real redemption
Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'm forever not that beg-gar..You've made my golden
Dreams come true.' For He took my rags; and gave back riches, now my destiny is up to You..) End..'
'Twas Christmas when Cinder’s went to the ball
In the most romantic season of all
She looked so pretty
A prince so dishy
Danced each dance with her, till she heard her call.
The call came when the clock struck at midnight
Cinder's ran quickly as she could, in fright
Before her best dress
Became repossessed
As her fairy godmother said it might.
It so happened she lost one glass slipper
That made poor Cinder's heart take a dipper
All know the glory
Of Cinder's story
Prince Charming wed her, it’s out on twitter.
rags
grimy, sodden,
frustrating, frazzling, hording,
tatter, wretchedness, opulences, luxuries,
cha-chinging, amassing, owing,
abundant, affluent,
riches
Date written: 05/28/2023
A pauper begs at the town gate
and sets, each day, a date with fate.
He harbours dreams where riches flow
but morning finds him on skid row.
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Killing With an Epigram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Placed 2nd
28th April, 2022
"From rags to riches "
From rages to riches.
I used to be Lazarus, they threw bread crumbs at me like a church mouse, l had no choice but to take what l could....
As l begged for pennies, some would laugh at me, spit at me and ridicule me. Getting satisfaction at the pain and suffering of a struggling soul, but he never lost hope....
One day! Tables turned.
Winds stopped howling.
Dogs stopped barking.
Thy prayers had been answered!
The days of being a begger and punching bag were no more....
Treasures came thy way,
It was time to glow,
Sorrows all forgotten like the nightmare before the dawn of Christmas..
From rags to riches.
a ragged woman
shivers and begs in the street -
revellers throw up
written 20th December for Constance's Winter senryu contest
The Worlds human snakes have raised the stakes,
From table scraps to pies and cakes.
~Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Looking around at others
Pure envy is what i see,
They have beautiful things
For its hand downs for me.
I want a new career
But what am i to do,
I have no real experience
At least compaired to you.
My clothes have no style
I need to win the lottery,
Oh what i could do then
With all that much money.
After work I'll buy a ticket
I go right past the store,
To my surprise I won a grand
Rags to Riches not wanting more.
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