Money poems

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"When I was a Tall Lad"

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

WHEN I was a tall lad with money in my hand,
I'd pots and pans a plenty, and friends about the land.
I'd golden roads in sunshine and silver roads in rain,
And a little gray donkey and a girl out of Spain.

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Meb-Be

© William Henry Drummond

A quiet boy was Joe Bedotte,

  An' no sign anyw'ere

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Audley Court

© Alfred Tennyson

‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a room
For love or money. Let us picnic there
At Audley Court.’

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Golf Pride

© Edgar Albert Guest

As a golfer I'm not one who cops the money,

I shall always be a member of the dubs;

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Prosopopoia : or, Mother Hubbards Tale

© Edmund Spenser

Yet he the name on him would rashly take,
Maugre the sacred Muses, and it make
A servant to the vile affection
Of such, as he depended most upon;
And with the sugrie sweete thereof allure
Chast Ladies eares to fantasies impure.

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Masnawi

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as God and considered all second causes subordinate to that. Human minds recognize the second causes, but only prophets perceive the action of the first cause. One story tells of a clever rabbit who warned the lion about another lion and showed the lion his own image in a well, causing him to attack it and drown. After delivering his companions from the tyrannical lion, the rabbit urges them to engage in the more difficult warfare against their own inward lusts. In a debate between trusting God and human exertion, Rumi quoted the prophet Muhammad as saying, "Trust in God, yet tie the camel's leg."8 He also mentioned the adage that the worker is the friend of God; so in trusting in providence one need not neglect to use means. Exerting oneself can be giving thanks for God's blessings; but he asked if fatalism shows gratitude.


God is hidden and has no opposite, not seen by us yet seeing us. Form is born of the formless but ultimately returns to the formless. An arrow shot by God cannot remain in the air but must return to God. Rumi reconciled God's agency with human free will and found the divine voice in the inward voice. Those in close communion with God are free, but the one who does not love is fettered by compulsion. God is the agency and first cause of our actions, but human will as the second cause finds recompense in hell or with the Friend. God is like the soul, and the world is like the body. The good and evil of bodies comes from souls. When the sanctuary of true prayer is revealed to one, it is shameful to turn back to mere formal religion. Rumi confirmed Muhammad's view that women hold dominion over the wise and men of heart; but violent fools, lacking tenderness, gentleness, and friendship, try to hold the upper hand over women, because they are swayed by their animal nature. The human qualities of love and tenderness can control the animal passions. Rumi concluded that woman is a ray of God and the Creator's self.

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I Call That True Love

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

You gotta wake up every mornin', tip toe in the
kitchen cook me great T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go down the street and hustle
bring me back all the money you make

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The Speculators

© William Makepeace Thackeray

The night was stormy and dark,
The town was shut up in sleep:
Only those were abroad who were out on a lark,
Or those who'd no beds to keep.

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Beans Taste Fine

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Now a friend of mine, way back in Chicago
You know, he finally made his pile.
Well he got himself a mansion on Butler and Sheff
An' he was livin' in the latest style;

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Orlando Furioso Canto 18

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Gryphon is venged. Sir Mandricardo goes

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"I Might-And I Might Not"

© Gamaliel Bradford

I might forget ambition and the hunger for success.
I might forget the passion to escape from nothingness.
I might forget the curious dreams of ecstasy that haunt
My fancy day and night. I might forget them. But I can't.

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A Ballad Maker

© Padraic Colum

ONCE I loved a maiden fair,

Over the hills and jar away,

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Leave off the Agony in Style

© Julia A Moore

Come all ye good people, listen to me, pray,
While I speak of fashion and style of today;
If you will notice, kind hearts it will beguile,
To keep in fashion and putting on style.

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Wee Wee Husband

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Wee wee husband,

Give me some money,

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Joys of Spring

© Kristijonas Donelaitis

The climbing sun again was wakening the world

And laughing at the wreck of frigid winter's trade.

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Souvenir De La Nuit Du 4 (Memory Of The Night Of The 4th)

© Victor Marie Hugo

L'enfant avait reçu deux balles dans la tête.

Le logis était propre, humble, paisible, honnête ;

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The Common Man

© Julian Tuwim

When plastered billboards scream with slogans

'fight for your country, go to battle'

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The Thief And Cordelier. A Ballad

© Matthew Prior

Who has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Greve,
The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave,
Where honour and justice most oddly contribute
To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.

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Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh

© George Gordon Byron

When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'

And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:

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To HisOwn Beloved Self, The Author Dedicates These Lines

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

Six.
Ponderous. The chimes of a clock.
“Render unto Caesar ... render unto God...”
But where’s
someone like me to dock?
Where’11 I find a lair?