Greed Poems
The Curse Of Hungary
by John Hay
King Saloman looked from his donjon bars,
Where the Danube clamors through sedge and sand,
And he cursed with a curse his revolting land,-
With a king's deep curse of treason and wars.
He said: "May this false land know no truth!
May the good hearts die and the bad ones flourish,
And a greed of glory but live to nourish
Envy and hate in its restless youth.
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The Seafarer
by Ezra Pound
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text)
May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship endured oft.
Bitter breast-cares have I abided,
Known on my keel many a care's hold,
And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent
Narrow nightwatch nigh the ship's head
While she tossed close to cliffs. Coldly afflicted,
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Spontaneous Me
by Walt Whitman
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash,
The same, late in autumn--the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and
light and dark green,
The rich coverlid of the grass--animals and birds--the private
untrimm'd bank--the primitive apples--the pebble-stones,
Beautiful dripping fragments--the negligent list of one after
another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,
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Womanhood
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
Of generous impulse, and above all greed;
Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
But life’s best blessings for her higher self,
Which means the best for all.
She must have faith,
To make good friends of Trouble, Pain, and Death,
And understand their message.
She should be
As redolent with tender sympathy
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Contemplation Of The Sword
by Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
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Despite It All
by Jeff Bresee
Despite it all I think we must admit when chips are down
that we have no real reason to complain.
Though every day we swim against the flow so not to drown,
we always have what it takes to sustain.
We read of Manna falling in the desert long ago
when Moses lead Isreal across the land,
and wonder how these people could complain like that, you know.
How is it that they didn’t understand?
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I Am Not You
by Ayatullah Nurjati
I am the ambiguous
You are the mute
I am the rigid
Because I’m not the serene like you
I’m turbulent with the twilight veil
You, all of you are souls sighing - again cheerful in the shoes of certainty
I am the me who was lost by your greed ……, because you are whore
then I ask….? Who am I?
I am a striped human
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Curse you, O cloud
by Aditi Hayaran
Curse you, O cloud, Human say with disdain,
You neither quench the earth's thirst, nor sustain.
The trees' parched throats, the soil's barren pain,
You only thunder and cause such strain.
Curse you, O cloud, for all this rain.
With words like arrows, Human pierce the sky,
And curse the cloud, up high and dry.
Again and again, human's words fly,
Curse you, O cloud!" Human cry.
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The Vulture.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
The human Vulture circling in the "sky",
Watching his prey with beady eye.
Watching and waiting; it`s meal to die,
That greedy selfish Vulture in the "sky".
More! More!! More!!!
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
The night is cold; the world is old,
Time is running out; polluted and cold.
Greed as killed us all! stone cold,
So many People want, Gold! Gold!! Gold!!!
I want More! More!! More!!!
Fill my house till i can`t close the door,
Look at me, i should have more!
I hate those people who CAN`T close THEIR door.
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