*rich Things And Poor People Poem by Sue Ann Simar

*rich Things And Poor People

Marching, marching,
to democratic drums.
Hungry mouths are open and
this is not a party and
this is not a pose.

This is a souvenir, expensive,
and I collect them
and this thing makes me happy
and I deserve my little toy.

Rich things and poor people,
face to face, colliding.
The poorest man is humming,
humming. Rich things can be spoken,
broken. I have a use for words.

Sunday, February 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
Nimal Dunuhinga 07 February 2010

Excellent! Poor Man's classical song rich ears never absorbs, and let the marching goes on..................

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Sue Ann Simar 23 December 2019

I didn't post this oral incomplete version here, and I don't know how to get it removed. I can't remember if I posted the poem. I don't know what the asterisk is for or why the " r" is lower case so I'm thinking I did not post this. The poem first appeared in Black Bear Review. I wish it could be removed as it appears here against my wishes.

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Jimi Doyle 05 December 2013

hey i like it...kinda funny

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Heather Wilkins 22 August 2013

a good poem rich things and poor people can not afford the rich things

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Xxx Xxx 04 September 2011

two worlds and there is a hierachy

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Kevin Carney 04 January 2011

Wow, powerful. You definately have words your mood, you set is fantastic.I really enjoyed reading this please keep writing 10+

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