Life is a one-time blessing
Every effort made,must be pleasing.
Death is uncertain, it's a mystery
No one can comprehend, not even, in History.
Quit the sorrows,tension and stress
Be composed, never be restless.
To ensure a life worthwhile and long
Enjoy the little moments, get along...
Keep the soul pure and mind free
Hang out with dears and go on a spree.
Be in peace,spread it around
A peaceful crowd is sure to surround.
To ensure a life with no ailment
Possess the features that are salient.
A positive thinking, a graceful lifestyle
Is a life lived worthwhile.
Feel nature's beauty,express gratitude
Be thankful too,for the Bliss of Solitude.
He who outlasts others,being healthy
Is truly, rich and wealthy...
We are in a new Guilded Age
Sucking the teats of the ultra-rich and powerful
Holding our breath
To ensure we survive
While the elites get their spaceship
The rest of us get cheap makeup
Biding our time
To hopefully survive
Demigods with cattle prods
Keep us all in line
Silence the public voice
So megalomaniacs get enshrined
Battle-bruised hands stretch out
Only to be removed in zip-ties
Your questions will be ignored
answers bathed in our frigid lies
The carolers have left the lawn,
the final party guest is gone,
the heavy parlor drapes are drawn,
the hearth's alight with wood you've sawn
I've changed to flannel from chiffon,
your tie is off, your slippers on,
there's wine left in the demijohn,
and toast points spread with fine cretons
We fall back on the silk divan
and maul the tray of snacks thereon,
you raise your glass to hide a yawn,
the last act in the denouement
The air now chill, the fire wan,
we should have long ago withdrawn
but sleep delays us there 'til dawn,
deep in the chaise we lay upon
There's a light out
that's never been fixed
A stain on the side of the water cooler
No notices
or no one cares
This is life
This is the place I come daily
but it's not my home
Might as well throw a small cot in here
The old fluorescent light is now LED
It is brighter
Less harsh on my eyes
When will they replace me
with something more long lasting
A mindless thug I am
bouncing around the office
I engage in conversations
but rarely listen or absorb
Maybe I am too selfish
Will I miss this place when I retire
maybe shed a tear
Kinda funny that I may cry over something
that sucked up years of my life
for money I will never see
The Upper Wealthy
It was said that famous families
only lasts for about three generations
The Churchills, the Kennedys, and many
Others have a sale by date.
I thought of that while watching a program by
Crise Hedges, who happens to have grown up
among the stratospheric wealthy, and he
spent time trying to distance himself from
that class of people
He can't, everything about his language
manner, the smoothness of those who have
not had to strive
Cris was interviewing a man who writes
books about the rich, who, according to
him are bad for our society and economy
Clearly, the rich are different from those who have
No private plane when going shopping
They send children to the top school in a limo
They have a big household staff to keep
them in clover, and security, to be rich also
Mean someone is out to do your harm
The two men began annoying me, telling
stories about the wealthy, sounding like
a couple trying not to sound envious
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Wealth, well beyond all our Dreams.
Pennies from Heaven!
Elon Musk
rid himself of tusks and husks
millions in bank
thank dank stank Hank
2025.2.2, CNY 5th day
There are twelve Zodiac in Chinese Fung Shiu.
Rat, Ox, Tiger, Hare, Dragon and Snake
Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog and Boar.
There were terms "Tam hop, Tu s/xung.
Meaning three for, four against.
Best matches are in the following strict order.
Rat, Dragon and Monkey.
Ox, Snake and Rooster.
Tiger, Horse and Dog.
Worse against are
Rat vs Horse, Hare vs Rooster,
Dragon vs Dog, Ox vs Goat
Tiger vs Monkey, Snake vs Boar.
These rules apply to all partnership and life long relationships.
If one does not believe it, one will face the consequences,
Especially when comes to worse matches.
All of the above was my knowledge,
Before I converted to Christian.
Chinese culture soon will be forgotten,
Resulted by mix races marriages.
The history of fiat
Is chock full of breaches
Of centralized power
That pushes and reaches
Debasing our money
The looters and leeches
Gaslighting people
With Keynesian speeches
Where is our money
In fractional banks?
They lend out in bubbles
And give us no thanks
Restricting our freedoms
With raw overreaches
Yes, the history of fiat
Is brimming with breaches
But now we have freedom
From theft and abuse
A better money in Bitcoin
And the power to choose
The central bank must be trusted not to debase the currency, but the history of fiat currencies is full of breaches of that trust. Banks must be trusted to hold our money and transfer it electronically, but they lend it out in waves of credit bubbles with barely a fraction in reserve.
Satoshi Nakamoto
Sacred,
unlike corrupt,
wealth
May also become
mental health,
unlike pathology
Empowering compassion,
unlike disempowering dispassion
Co-invests in win/win
economic relationships
Which may also become
co-operative political partnerships
Rooted in courageous
deep felt listening,
bicameral breathing
Pregnant pauses
open to silent
nonviolent procreation
of health minded
and grace embodied
deep multicultural re-connected
re-ligioned holistic meaning
Integrity's warm
unconditional potential
compassion of Left green minds
and integrity of Right red-kin-kind
organic bodies
Exploring further win/win
peak and valley
front and back
out and in
summer and winter
paternal and maternal
co-refining
dipolar co-arising
yang/yintegral peak
co-gravitating
intuitive/cognitive
nonverbally felt then verbally thought
co-empathic
Divine monotheistic mind
humane polytheistic body
co-infested peak polyvagal experiences.
I have a dream of affluence.
Of dripping gold and bread..
To feed the mouths of children
Save the hungry from their dread
I have a hope of heaven.
Where the generous are free
To liberate the captives
Where compassion is the key
It's not the stash I'm after.
It's genuinely not.
My rainbow ends with colours
Not some ever roving pot
I have a dream of fruitfulness
That though my days are few
I hope investing wisely,
Is the thing that I can do.
For wealth is not possessions,
Acquisitions, portfolios or stuff.
It's justice, hope, contentment
It's being just enough
It's sharing and it's caring.
It's not a hand-out spree..
It's never so a spotlight
Lands itself on me
Quietly I'll gather
All the will I can
To be the earthly angel
Out to help my fellow man.
So when the curtain closes
As I'm sure it will one day
Those seeds that have been scattered
Bearing fruit to plant an orchard;
Feed the hungry on their way
Getting to know the canned goods aisle
in the dollar store was fun,
the ladies have been most helpful
in finding Chinese knock-off junk.
The Senior Center makes a passable Salisbury steak
and who needs gravy?
Independences has taken a down turn -
our addled leader blames some Russian guy,
the supply train is chained-up somewhere,
eventually we may all die from Global Pawning,
at least we don't need baby formulary anymore,
though we are considering developing a taste
for cat food; I hear 'Whiskers' do a mean
tuna casserole.
When down to your last million dollars
one must be frugal.
Hope
Is a luxury
Only the wealthy
Can afford
And only the poor
Can dream about
In a wealthy country forced cheap labor helps the rich become richer
Poem Contest entry: Paradox of Life Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Dated 27/04/2121
The impecunious lad of no means
had most impeccable manners it seems
he wooed rich guy’s wife
they ran off with no strife
the wealthy man kills them nightly in his dreams
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