Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Money

Cabaret ~ Money

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“There is only one class in the community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the poor.” ― Oscar Wilde

“Money is like manure; it's not worth a thing unless it's spread around encouraging young things to grow.”  ― Thornton Wilder

“Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms.” 

― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

Fiddler on the Roof ~ If I Were a Rich Man

Midweek Motif ~ Money

It's Women's History Month, so feel free to link women's history and money in your poem if you wish.  I think poets of all genders would do  marvelous and beautiful things with money.

What do you think?   

Your Challenge:  Wend ideas of money throughout your new poem. What does money do? What did it do? What can it do?  

ABBA  ~ Money Money Money 

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Riches 

by Sara Teasdale

I have no riches but my thoughts,

Yet these are wealth enough for me;

My thoughts of you are golden coins

Stamped in the mint of memory;

And I must spend them all in song,
For thoughts, as well as gold, must be
Left on the hither side of death
To gain their immortality. 

YOU NEVER GIVE ME YOUR MONEY ~ BEATLES COLLABORATION

Alone

by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Prince & The New Power Generation ~ Money Don't Matter 2 Night ..







From Sonnets Uncorseted




BY MAXINE KUMIN




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We didn’t merely saunter decade by
decade.

We swept on past de Beauvoir and
Friedan,

and took courage from Carolyn Kizer’s
knife-blade

Pro Femina: I will speak about
women

of letters for I’m in the racket, urging,

Stand up and be hated, and swear not
to sleep with editors.



If a woman is to write, Virginia Woolf

has Mary Beton declare, she has to have

five hundred a year and a room with a
lock on the door,

a sacred space where Shakespeare’s
sister Judith

might have equaled his prodigious gift

or not. She might have simply floated
there,

set loose in the privilege of privacy,
her self

unwritten, under no one else’s eyes…

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                           (Read the rest HERE.)

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