Richer Poems - Poems about Richer

Labour of hate Turn on the heating It’s getting cold Why do we shiver? Just because we’re old It’s Kier’s labour, who wants us all to die Said he liked pensioners just another lie Another lie Angels are calling Is this the end We are elderly No family or friends Can’t pay for heating or any of our bills While Rayner’s cheating, fingering the tills In the tills. Reeves...

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a rich is a richer conversation, a poor is a poorer controversy the speak of a conversation is, the speak of a controversy poor is a poor conversation rich is a poor conversation a poor conversation is a rich conversation fame is a poor conversation fame is a rich controversy a rich fame is a poor fame a walk of fame is a walk of...

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Next time you venture out and it's pouring down with rain Spare a thought for the less fortunate before you complain Be grateful that you can see and feel its natural beauty Those who are sight impaired will never see what you see. Listening to loud claps of thunder that boom in the sky Hearing sweet music or your newborn's...

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Greener cobalt skies, sun and redbird songs we missed when flowers are back, so fragrant and dreamy butterflies waft in splendor in budding days of renewal. Emerging beautiful awaited long, Greener Written on 1/16/2023 For: Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of springs return Poetry Contest Sponsor: M. L. Kiser...

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What is long adds more and large portion of huge slice to its measurement....

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I heard a worried smelly coppering Once I said engaged and nickeling The Richer poor get richer Unrest- unrest- unrest The rich get richer the poor stay poor Nothing left All's been spent Only this And a reservation Hush What a gold rush Do you like silver cadets It's a rich get richer the poor stay poor They're stood...

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Why do we work to make the rich, richer Why not work to make Mother Nature better...

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The dazzling sun outside on the rise The doctor through his teeth lies Cause of death, a newly crowned virus Making fools of the best of us They know little; we know a little less Whatever got us into this fine mess? A dysfunctional health system gone awry Our people, in the sun, to fry The ruling class to the rescue quick To broker...

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A lass thus dressed half-brash with gown that touched The edges of my seeing eye ablush. This richer wine of green, bedeviled beast — Yes, all her fault unraveled tongue, my speech. An inch of time opened the myriad Of seasons...the best of solar systems — The creaking door alarming with her eyes. Divine, this emerald city. I’m lost Between her thighs (she...

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Crystal meth, crank and speed. Making drug pushers rich. Drugs no one needs. But some do. Now. They have to have it. Caffeine pills and high energy drinks are bad enough Getting hooked on crystal meth, crank or speed, Making drug pushers rich, And making families sad. Drugs that ruin people. Taking away their potential. Why don’t we legalize them? So we can wean the addicted off, and...

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The government applauds themselves. They spout their praises Saying how they will do everything for our good They vote in all kinds of great things for themselves They are supposed to be representing us but they aren't. The government is made up of rich folks Who will get richer because once in, they vote for tax breaks For the rich. The rest of...

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333 They don’t care If I can Get out Or not I’m poor But I’m Not any More Now I’m Jail rich...

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Who would not desire coffers of gold, Own sapphires and diamonds to wear on a ring. Have emeralds and rubies and lustrous white pearls For the pleasure of owning beautiful things. But gemstones and gold mean nothing to me For that which I treasure dims all the above, Richer am I, than any man living For who could be richer,...

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Richer than rich! By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad Author & A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet Has football gone completely mad! A sport of all now to be had! Boys and girls play it today. I wonder, is it for the pay? Talk is now, if one does go. To China, that’s overseas, you know. If here you have made your name. There you...

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How I Got Richer and What I Did Next I struck a sly deal with some Wall Street investors. I shorted 'em stocks that didn't exist! But they got me back (those post-empty-nesters) by making fake deals I couldn't resist. So I made a bold plan. I'd get big and still bigger. My dream was immense: I'd conquer the market! How would...

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