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I have this fear that beyond my years
Every word I’ve said or written will be gone,
Like dust in the wind or seas where rivers end
These thoughts of mine will vanish with the dawn.
No money or fame do I proclaim
Nor legacies of great things I have done,
No battle scars or discovered stars
Or a trace of any race I’ve lost or won.
Like most of those whose time now holds
Their words and thoughts erased,
Confetti like into the skies
I fear that wordless fate.
The dying of the poet’s dream
Of living beyond oblivion,
For someone to read these words indeed
Would save this soul from carrion.
Only time will tell if letters spell
The end of all these phrases,
Mere scribbles now that may somehow
Be read on future pages.
© Terrell Martin, 01/05/2025
hollow the words seem when said to a wall,
bounce back with fear and anger to keep,
papal silence for the thrall to burrow asleep,
worms of thoughts weep by sunrise to fall.
skills of a magistrate in proper order would bow,
kings would castrate themselves to drink milk,
cows jump moons for the money pig on top,
steak and bacon sizzle on the solar flare.
where are we in all this, wondrous saloon?
cowgirls and cowboys, or more like cowards?
the paddle doors swinging and the guns draw,
would you shoot or hesitate, ten steps is all you take?
turn and boom it all flutters down in spades,
joining in this house of cards in the breeze.
"Where does the money come from,
Tell me, what is this gift for?
Father dies in the field,
That's when home blooms...?
Nothing comes up again today,
I can't hear the tired father's story again.
Tell me, who made this relation?
Some use people, some think they are fake..?
Divya Karanje
I start drawing a swirl.
Than a scribble.
I can’t really control my poetry.
The way I can’t control how many people throw coins into a fountain.
Or what their wishes are…
But bodies of water always seem to have money of an unknown amount.
Poetry can be like that.
I will be done writing soon, I know that.
So I keep writing.
Until words slowly become swirls and scribbles again.
Until the page ends.
And another one doesn’t begin.
As one gets older
One often looks back
At all the things you did
In your life.
The good, the bad, and the ugly
And we all have those moments
Because we are human.
And some things you desired
But never pursued.
For me, it was a dream
Of becoming a famous writer
While I can write poems
And short stories,
My greatest desire
Was to write
The Great American Novel.
And sadly it will remain
An unfulfilled desire
As I don’t have the patience or energy .
To edit my six rough draft novels
Turning them into something publishable
And they may die when I die.
And I am in good company.
The rule of ten rule applies
Of one hundred people
Who want to write a novel
Less than ten percent finish it
Of those less than ten percent publish it
Of those less than ten percent make any money
Of those less than ten percent make a living
At writing their novels.
The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.
All the colour is a single entity,
Like the author's artistic creativity;
And upon the asleep city
The moon mirrors itself - the beauty.
The colour is a life of how to live-
Taking a role of a new leaf,
It is a sugarcoated rose you sip
How orphean! Do believe.
Money is not a verb to the colour
That a poet knows very well:
A girl of not going to parlour
She is pretty still, at cottage dwell.
It never stops
I pay money to be sane
But life keeps going and making me crazy.
~ Pauly G
When you astonish by seeing
An elder brother Calling
His young bother
" Big brother or father "
______________________________
Because he is so rich
And he depending on him ,
You will make diarrhea ,
Flies will follow you till you die.
April 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Message:
If you are not informed
About money
To buy respect,
Popularity,
And attentions,
You will be putting to shame
In the future.
I write because my world revolves around it,
It pulls me to itself,
It’s ionic bonding.
I write because it’s a relief for me,
I overhaul myself,
My struggles and battles are let out.
I write because my muse opens its door to me,
It comes in a subtle flow
It illuminates through.
I write because it opens to me a new world,
It transcends me to a new realm,
I journey in an unseen space.
I write because nature communes with me,
I'm in relation with it,
Seated in its abode.
I write because its fun,
Seeing my thoughts and ideas in print,
Is a huge delight.
I write because it’s one of my interests,
If I'm not doing the others,
I'm drifting in its world.
I write because it’s a calling,
I'm at my duty post,
Putting away any dereliction of duty.
I write because it’s a career,
My services are given out,
In exchange for money.
August 29, 2022.
Gilderoy Golden King
Avaricious for money
Fagin flagitious Abactor
Bismer bibulous bugaboo
Bambosh biblioklept bellipotent
Data From King's Prying Eyes..
Written By ARK...
The personal life of Sam Grover, a popular talk-show host, turns upside down when he accepts an assignment from a media tycoon.The job plunges him into
a deadly cat-and-mouse game hiding behind a veneer of glamour, money and power.
I remember when a penny felt to me like a poundBut now due to inflation it's the other way around
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
As the night tarry on,
I sit by my table with pen in my hand
and my shoes on,
Stitching and sewing with needle of don't give up and thread of you can make it,
I just thought about the world that's going Helter skelter,
If only we hold hands together,
We could make it better.
Kids dying of starvation,
Mommies becoming childless because of abortions,
What a world, we always speak of corruption,
But to leave them is not even our intention,
We speak words that set Hell chaos loose,
We run no competition,
But we pray for others to lose,
It's 3:00 AM,
But the rooster has not crow yet,
Running our mouths like a raucous jet,
Helping others can't be on our agenda,
Making money is our key agenda,
What a world,
Eloquent speeches but different deeds,
In the assembly we sow not a seed,
In public places we stand with pride and recite the apostles Creed,
As the night tarry on,
© Gabriel T. Saah
You don’t need to rhyme
On every bloody line
You can miss one out
it still works bloody fine
Individual rhythm
is a variant not given
cus individual reads
come from us within
Write it short or long
not sure what’s going on
you don’t have to perfect it
who cares for right and wrong
You don’t have to write a spare verse
like those poets writing rare words
but the family scene on poetrysoup
means don’t be writing swear words
Poetry is a superhero, we can call it Batman
he can’t do super things done by Spider-Man
His achievements come from spending money
write poetry your own way, you ain’t superman
My job brings new ideas to me on an hourly basis
Sometimes up to six ideas an hour
I cannot retire
This is a forest of situations
A plethora of circumstances
A jungle of characters
If I retired, I would not have anything to write about.
So here I stay,
at a job I love,
making great money,
writing myself crazy.