Everything has a price,
but some people may find a price to be higher than others do.
A rich person doesn’t blink at buying groceries,
but some consider theirs unaffordable.
The same goes for the one who is confident in how they look,
never overthink how much they eat.
But for some people, eating is expensive.
The cost is constant regret and insecurity.
And inflation rates are through the roof.
I had a dream that my old pastor started preaching about politics again,
And in the process, he deported Jesus from his own church.
He’d say, “I’d love to meet Jesus…
if he came to the US with the right papers!”
As if Jesus didn’t give him a passport for the kingdom of heaven.
In my dream I saw some members of the church give dirty looks to others,
some so hostile the targets walked out and never returned.
For those people, the price of attending church became too much.
There is no excuse for passing judgement on people in the name of your truth.
There is no excuse for making church too expensive
when the gift of salvation is free.
Rich man’s blue
A problem when a person meets someone
seriously, they lose their logical sense when
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if we accept what he says
He makes mundane of going to Mars
we know his timeline is wrong
but what the heck, he foots the bill
I think of Elon Musk, who has become
the new Shreck role Putin had
But it didn’t sit well as old Putin looked cultural
Wear a nice tie and is a dog lover
His foray into German politics is brave and timely
the AfD can lift Germany out of the hole
she is in now and is making Germany strong again
As for his intemperate opinions about the UK
one can say they stirred up the reaction that
one thinks the British public was in favor of
if not the political leadership in that country.
We can ignore Elon Musj when he tramples
on our precious dignity
like the Vatican, he has no army divisions.
Friday in the big apple
It is 17.53 in New York
those who work at night are stirring
drink coffee, shower and dress
to look their best
This as the multitude drive home
for the week end
The police are busy, a rich person
was shot by what appears to be
by a charming man with a winning
smile, but was he a man?
We live in a time when many women
strive to look like men, because
they think men have more power
when they realize it is not, so blame
the capitalist system
Two professions are busy tonight
the police who have murder to catch
and the women how try to look
as feminine as possible, to entice men's
libido, they are more busy now
than ever before when so many women
strive to look like dowdy executives
with horn rimmed specks
more interested in status than love
The police will find their man, commentators
will blame Trump and the man with
an odd name, Elon Musk (is he real) for
the violence caused by unrestricted
freedom of expression.
What happens in New York to night
pales into insignificance, compared
with a world, at the brink of of a war
that will destroy us all
Perhaps with Exception of Musk who
will settle on Mars
The wrong side of the tracks
Where poverty is a fact
We're poor to say the least
Cannot afford to eat
Second hand clothes to wear
Full of holes and threadbare
Imaginations a power for me
Where everything is free
I can be rich and powerful
All around sparkles and glow
A new car with a big house
Jewels and treasure all around
To wake back to reality
Is a real sting for me
Sat in shared accommodation
Needing more imagination
Looking at my loving family
I realise im as rich as can be
What to say when some billionaires buy big televisions
to watch live teachings of men of visions.
Why astonishing to see a rich person who stole
someone 's vision to be where he"she" is today.
In this world some people don't see dreams and visions
But they always interpret them ignorantly
In some religious, political and cultural groups online.
Clap hands when folks of different visions
praying to achieve similar goals in their lives.
"A rich is
always wise
____________
in the eyes
of villagers "
April 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Message:
Question in mind of majority
of poor people ....
How to succeed in life?
Many poor people always
Went to rich people for different advices
About success
And ended up being played
By the majority of rich people.
....A rich person is not a synonym
of Wisdom...
In the graveyard, a rich person
ended up right after he’s gone.
His jewels went with his own pride
to tomb with a cross mark outside
and a crown of flowers thereon.
Roof showed up in its construction.
Birds made it as their asylum
as they in glee sang and did glide
in the graveyard.
Then twilight came before the dawn.
A wide-eyed cold statue looked on;
witnessing the robbers who tried
to conduct a terrible heist.
Thieves opened the casket’s portion
in the graveyard.
A truly rich person,
is the one who doesn't possess anything
yet
he asks for nothing!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 January 2020
We leave our life for later,
And hope that tomorrow comes.
We leave our love for later,
And hope that somebody comes.
.
Is that somebody a magician,
Rich person, President or God?
In Russia we have simple saying -
Pray, but don't keep sitting on your butt.
.
The Angels laugh at us from heaven.
Without knowing what will come
We're making plans, but we don't follow,
And then surprised by outcome.
.
We may have money, love, desire
Today, just maybe not in view.
Tomorrow may be filled with snow,
Lost moments, sayings - "if I knew".
.
But we don't know our future.
It's So Wise, I can't believe -
We loose our memories at birth,
So we can "play" with All to give.
.
Thus, little smarty, don't you know,
That our life is not to sit and theorize.
The keys are - efforts, actions, changes.
Don't be depressed - get up, do, improvise!
Everyone warns you of the darkness.
But no one tells you whats in there.
Have you seen the monster in the closet or under the bed?
That's me.
I am the darkness.
I am the monster hiding waiting for you.
Truth is I'm human,
I'm just like you.
I just think different.
Look around the darkness is all around us.
Whether it's the filthy rich person,
the family that's barely making it,
We're all monsters.
Sucked into the darkness
Ante mortem let us trust
For in the grave we turn to dust
Yet in life the poor are cursed
Our treatment post mortem is just.
The worms and beetles care no more
For the rich than for the poor.
They are happy to devour
Bankers,despots,every hour.
Ante mortem, greed does win
Houses built of gold and sin
But God,who lives in each within,
Cares no more for gold thann tin
If post mortem we are judged
Why does the rich person grudge?
Why do we refuse to budge
Up until the final nudge?
Throw away your heavy goods
Live like daisies by the woods..
Fear not hurricane nor floods
As daises grow even in mud.
More dependent on all power
We trust in madmen's city towers.
Yet One told us to live like flowers...
And enjoy life for an hour.
Perception is no privilege.
We each have the wits to judge.
See and note where you have smudged
What your creation would allege.
Post and ante, even now
The currents of our hearts allow...
The inner sea which has its flow
To take us where we need to go
The Value of Money
Once I was a multi millionaire it was shortly after the war ended
in 1945, when I found a bundle of German marks from 1914.
Think I found them on a shelf in an abandoned house used by
German officers, there was so many things they left behind like
gas masks and bikes and I learned to cycle on a pilfered bike,
it was black and had a Nazi symbol painted on its frame, but my
uncle Harold painted it over. I was lucky who found money, some
of the lads found live hand grenades and blew themselves up.
The winter of 1945 was cold and we often used my millions
to get the fire going in the morning and mother said we were
so rich we could afford to burn money. In the village where I live
there is only one rich person, he is a miser and live behind tall
walls, his car has dark windows, and I have never seen smoke
coming out of his chimney; ash of notes white as snow.
There is something with you I must discuss;
What we need is someone to sponsor us
Like local newspaper or business of some kind;
Rich person who likes poetry and wouldn't mind.
Some say that poetics are often prophetic
And presume others are really pathetic
Unless his name may have been Watson
Who was driving around in a Datsun.
If are having trouble with vision and sight
Have eye doctor as sponsor, we just might;
Maybe a delicate dentist or a car dealer
With tires making sounds like a squealer.
How about a church with religious fervor?
Or a tennis player who is a good server;
Someone who can make group become alive
Like a golfer who does have a great drive.
These are a few thoughts I had in my head
And good bye now because I'm going to bed
But all of my dreams which are undaunted
For years now by them have been haunted.
Pennies are made of worthless copper that even a hungry beggar
refuses to pick up; either I threw them away or kept them in a piggy jar,
but the day came when need and desperation made me rethink
of their worth...a thousands of them could had gotten me far;
A rich person collects not as a poor one who is always on the brink...
has someone looked for them when rough times kept them from that bazaar?
Pennies are made of worthless copper that nobody wants to own,
unless they are, at least, fifty years old...what would President Lincoln,
think of our antipathy for his imprinted image on these little coins?
Do you possess many of these? Save them for those rainy days!
Pennies are made of worthless copper, everybody seems repined,
humiliated and embarrassed to carry them in their purse, or pocket...
look around: they are found everywhere on a sidewalk, or in a parking lot;
make all aware they are convenient to have for easiness of mind!
God please let me preach -
God is the Most Rich Person
God please make me rich!
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