I am your fear
And I am your comfort
Come drag yourself down at my whim
I influence nations
I starve hungry by absence
Feed fat by presence
I am your need
And I am your want
Come roll in the mud I've created
Rub your hands together
Smile crooked teeth
Pull the strings of death and destruction
16 comments:
Wow! Intense. Powerful line: "I starve hungry by absence; feed fat by presence."
Oh, this is so good. Money---love and hate in the same pocket :)
scary, but true.
great poem!
happy m day =)
Oh, very nice. So true. I wish I had enough money that I didn't have to think about it one way or the other. I don't want excess, but MAN am I tired of not enough for what we need...
>>> . . . Come roll in the mud I've created
Really good piece, Marjorie.
I especially liked the line above.
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I love your poem! It's so dark and sinister, exactly as I see money, most of the time. These two lines gave me chills:
I starve hungry by absence
Feed fat by presence
So true!
Have a wonderful weekend!
This was fantastic Marjorie like others the lines that stand out are"I Starve the hungry by absence fed fat by presence.
Thanks for sharing this with us.
Thanks also for your comment.
Yvonne.
Very, very good! Love/hate indeed.
Fear and comfort, the two sides of one coin (no pun intended) and I'm sure we have all experienced both.
True, but if it's treated as a reward for a service provided well, it can be kept in a healthy context. I already spend 40+hours a week doing something I like for money, but I'd rather be doing something I love and bring people happiness for money.
This was great; I loved the imagery you provided~
Mighty gentleman is Money
Francisco de Quevedo y Villegas
(1580-1645)
The Lord of Dollars
Over kings and priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
Mother, unto gold I yield me,
He and I are ardent lovers;
Pure affection now discovers
How his sunny rays shall shield me!
For a trifle more or less
All his power will confess,
Over kings and priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
In the Indies did they nurse him,
While the world stood round admiring;
And in Spain was his expiring;
And in Genoa did they hearse him;
And the ugliest at his side
Shines with all of beauty's pride;
Over kings and priests awl scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
He's a gallant, he's a winner,
Black or white be his complexion;
He is brave without correction
As a Moor or Christian sinner.
He makes cross and medal bright,
And he smashes laws of right,—
Over kings and priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
Noble are his proud ancestors
For his blood-veins are patrician;
Royalties make the position
Of his Orient investors;
So they find themselves preferred
To the duke or country herd,—
Over kings and priests and scholars,
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars!
Of his standing who can question
When there yields unto his rank, a
Hight-Castillian Doña Blanca,
If you follow the suggestion?—
He that crowns the lowest stool,
And to hero turns the fool,—
Over kings and priests and scholars,
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
On his shields are noble bearings;
His emblazonments unfurling
Show his arms of royal sterling
All his high pretensions airing;
And the credit of his miner
Stands behind the proud refiner,
Over kings and priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
Contracts, bonds, and bills to render,
Like his counsels most excelling,
Are esteemed within the dwelling
Of the banker and the lender.
So is prudence overthrown,
And the judge complaisant grown,—
Over kings and priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
Such indeed his sovereign standing
(With some discount in the order),
Spite the tax, the cash-recorder
Still his value fixed is branding.
He keeps rank significant
To the prince or finn in want,—
Over kings and Priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
Never meets he dames ungracious
To his smiles or his attention,
How they glow but at the mention
Of his promises capacious!
And how bare-faced they become
To the coin beneath his thumb
Over kings and Priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
Mightier in peaceful season
(And in this his wisdom showeth)
Are his standards, than when bloweth
War his haughty blasts and breeze on;
In all foreign lands at home,
Equal e'en in pauper's loam,—
Over kings and priests and scholars
Rules the mighty Lord of Dollars.
This is brilliant. Well done.
For the "love" of money...that is the sin and downfall.
I love your poem. You've hit it perfectly.
i think I am copying this money... poem for my mirror... great job... I am so behind.. I am still on L....
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