Short Philanthropy Poems

true philanthropy

   anonymous generosity

      shuns tax cuts, trophy...

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Hypocrisy in philanthropy,
is the theme for tonight. 
A reoccurring cadency,
in a false malevolent light....

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Philanthropy comes at the end of the day,
 when the robber baron says to his god i'll pay,
 to just be heaven sent , ok:} Don...

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Positive outlook brings
Permanent joy and peace
Purity of mind, heart
perpetual fine-art
Perfection possesses
Pursuits and penances
Philanthropy be life 

04/08/2021...

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Wake up with Demetrios’ flowers

Liquid sunshine in our eyes

An inspiration to our hearts

Often brief and didactic —

philosophical philanthropy

7/23/2020...

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You were so okay, but I was in misery
for me it was love, for you, seemed philanthropy
I needed a lover's bind, but you craved the freedom lane
all your selfish philosophy, in the end, was my bane.

(11.03.2023)...

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Chances of matching desire to acquire fortune and desire to worship is always remote,it’s wise is to worship to acquire the Paradise.Philanthropy is a philosophy 
reading a generous mind  and a therapy to eliminate poverty!...

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I dislike extremely,
when people praise me,
for any of my acts of philanthropy.
I would appreciate more greatly,
if everybody who praises me,
would focus all that non constructive praising energy,
into areas that would do the most good for you and everybody....

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Let the day and night be the holder of enlightened sun and moon
Let the time and tide of life be the friend of humanity and unity
Let the birth and death be the power of philanthropy and sympathy
Let the love be universal through the bloomed flowers fragrance

Let it be always good day to all

08.09.2020...

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You can’t be a cheerful giver
And releasing a million quiver,
Every charity donation on spiritual command
To return to source like a river
Either in treasured Gold or in silver
The rich still demand.

One shouldn’t to future philanthropy say ‘Never’
When one has begun to eye ‘record of the forever’
Nor one’s relationship with beggars sever
On sighting them turning a leaver
A battling with non givers fever....

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Cups thrust high, A diving umbrella licks at many fingers, 
rose water licks - and seeks our elbows for a plunge and gathering below. 
Now echoes the trumpet prelude, a brilliant flash of praise, 
almost a ritual proclamation. 

It matters none friend whether you're pro or con.
-When has it ever?
Let us climb the high sun groping forest, 
and consume together with glee split faces, 
the sloppy viscous sex of misanthropy and philanthropy....

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If, in exchange for big donations
                                                    to charity,

                                    some rich dude gets entitled
                                               to a tax holiday,

                      some kind of an or-else-your-money-back
                                                   guarantee,

                                  you honestly call that genuine
                                                  philanthropy?...

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Cups thrust high, A diving umbrella licks at many fingers, 
rose water licks - and seeks our elbows for a plunge and gathering below. 
Now echoes the trumpet prelude, a brilliant flash of praise, 
almost a ritual proclamation. 

It matters none friend whether you're pro or con.
-When has it ever?
Let us climb the high sun groping forest, 
and consume together with glee split faces, 
the sloppy viscous sex of misanthropy and philanthropy.

Written by my husband Thielus.
A. Green...

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