Spare a thought for tiny penny,
how sad those folks that haven't any.
It's the smallest coin of the realm
and made of copper, like a charm.
Those who don't even have a stitch
they could become immensely rich
if only others to them brought
a shiny penny for each thought.
The bored, the idle, the rich
make up the bulk of the socialists
Ever since Marx, 20, and Hegel, 18
published their 'change-the-world' teenage dreams
As Rich a Lie
They kill and kill
the clock ticks on
as bodies become clay
burnt trees scar the forest
as they continue to slay
silence is complicity
while the sky keeps falling
"With great Power comes great Responsibility"
What is power? What is a responsibility?
I ask these questions daily.
Is power a synonym? For Rich or Witch?
Or is a whole nother thing which we cant just seem to itch?
If people with powers have responsibilities why don't they serve them?
when they come across people of the less they just kick and ignore them.
"- great responsibilty " is true I must say that
But how come the people with POWER have to have that?
Trusted people, who are loyal and kind. but because they have a different skin just makes then "one of you're kind!"
The kind should have the power not the rich or poor.
its the LAND OF THE FREE so why can't we do more!
The people with power abuse it greatly, so is that why everywhere is a danger lately?
Im young and responsible but I have no power.
But the old man with money has a pool, workers, and loads of POWER!
If great power gives you great responsibilities,
how come the people with power cause nothing but great hostilities
"With great power comes great responsibilty" was what a very wise man once said.
Maybe the rich need to get that in there f----ing head.
Rich Hands, Empty Pockets
That's the anthem echoing through a system
Built on grind.
Gold towers rising high, scraping skies that never contort down.
To see the ones breathing exhausted beneath.
Rich hands, Empty pockets- silver glimmer like it's got a heartbeat,
While hope thins out like the last light of vespers.
The needy wait in the muzzle of shadows,
Holding stories the world keeps tripping over,
Holding one's breath for someone- anyone to finally see their plight.
Rich hands, Empty pockets- a divide etched deep by recourses we pretend not to notice.
Material gain becomes the measure of worth,
And Humanity slips soft, almost silent, through
Cracks we walk past every day,
Like they ain't credence in whole lives and still-
Rich hands, Empty pockets keep ringing, keeps rising, keep asking
How long a system can shine while its people become colorless.
My limits have never left me poor
for poverty is not the emptiness of the hand,
but the silence of a barren mind.
A smile, a burst of laughter—these are wealth,
coloring what no eye can name,
where every living soul unfolds without end.
The squeaking trees
swayed back and forth
through the night
whining and aching
limbs snapping
and wind blowing
the structural wood failure
a tree begins to sway in the wind
typically a low deep groan
or creak followed by a sharp
pop and snap and ping
when the fibers began to
unravel and slit
the stresses of tension and shear
the fibers start to crack
the high pitched tearing or
ripping sounds
where fibers are being pulled apart
and fibers are sliding past one another
If you're happy, you're rich
AP: 2nd place 2026
R-ich cream, served in a shallow crystal bowl
A- delicious taste for the fervent soul
S-oft, spongy, soaked in sweetened milk quite cold
M-eant for special occasions and for all
A-lmonds strewn thin and spread like winter rain
L-ight cardamom that pleases on the tongue
A-ll stress and strains fade to ease body`s pain
I-ts every bite is like a soothing song.
A humble bush
Many cars brush
During their rush.
Rich yellow Gorse
Lining the course
My heart explores.
Lovely time spent
The way I went
Coconut scent.
Contrasting sky,
Heaving a sigh,
Mood raised high.
On dark days, bright.
It brings delight.
A welcome sight.
Soothing the soul,
Happy and whole.
Onward we role.
Being strong yet comic,
Won't help you keep fit...
Being economic;
Won't help cope with .
Being ebony black,
Won't capture her eyes...
Been so spark to knack;
Won't nail her disguise.
Being at bed's might, whole!
Won't touch the flesh's lust...
Been connected soul,
Won't have her adjust.
Either rich or poor—
Women cheat amour...
I'm not rich or powerful.
I've got my freedom and no debts.
To me that is everything.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Is it not possible,
Or even probable,
That one can be
Both rich and free?
But if you were presented
The option of one or the other,
What would your choice be?
To be rich, or to be free?
If the option was rich or free,
Which would I chose for me?
Would I opt for free?
Would I prefer to be rich?
If I chose to be free,
I would discover that
Freedom is riches unrivaled
If I chose to be rich,
I would soon learn that riches
Tend to attrack burdens and
Passions that enslave.
My friend watched a game last night
-- a real ‘nail-biter’
Poor fellow, carpenter that he is
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