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Jane Dougherty Nov 11
What wealth in the golden coins cast by poplar trees upon the ground that anyone can gather toss in handfuls into the sky and buy with their longing a spring of kingcups along the riverbank the sun return in fiery pomp. Wait for budburst reward of patience and trust.
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Tim Warren (is a one man protest against mornings) Nov 13
-But he gives so much to charity. -Of course he does. Karmic offsetting. (Prompt: write something involving wealth)
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Matthew Pritt Nov 11
In our efforts to acquire wealth, we did not consider the earth too great a .
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Joshua Haveman Nov 13
I've been given so much - money, food, clothing, security - but without you I might as well be rich in wind, for I can hold on to nothing now that you no longer hold onto me.
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Mary David-Snow Nov 10
He was eccentric with an intellect that was difficult to follow, both ignoramus and brilliant. Although his home and clothes were shabby, most folks thought he had money hidden. He wanted people to think he did. It cost him friends which left him a beggar indeed.
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Jan @NaNoWriMo ४⎊۞🏳️‍🌈 Nov 11
Wealth can be equal to a lot of things Magic & Blood Power & Identity Money is insubstantial in the hierarchy of Incarnate Chaos But to Amara; wealth can be defined in the smile of her wife, the laughter of her children, & in the words of her brother That is Wealth
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one billion nanopmcoltranes ✍️ Nov 11
Wealth is measured not in dollars or gold, but in power. The ultimate power has always been human sacrifice. To young men off to die for not a cause, but a whim. (The tycoon smiled.) When you accept this, young protégé, you will understand the world.
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Poetkisses Nov 12
the of this piece is an ochre feast on my eyes it isn't one thing to taste it is a buffet of slices it unnerves me with disorganization humbles me with flowers, suns and the power of yellows but the most mesmerizing part? I can’t stop staring at smudges of art
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Joshua Haveman Nov 12
I sit on the porch to ignore the world. Grey sky. Whisper wind. The rain on the lake is hiding my tears and I'm happy to be alone. An hour passes. Two. I'm getting cold when the handle cranks, the door opens, and a wealth of tenderness joins me.
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Marianne Lomberg Nov 10
It’s in the little acts of love - The kettle boiled, The bed turned down. We all wait For the lightning strike But In a thousand quiet ways - It’s in the little acts of love That happiness is found.
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Scott's on brief hiatus - Spread Kindness...BBS... Nov 10
Fella standing beside is homeless as I. Difference is he's white-knuckling a bottle of Dom on which he's guzzling as I do vodka bought w/pennies. He tells me how it'd been earned. My brain threatens implosion. "Don't gotta rich to you"he sniffs.
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Cassondra Windwalker Nov 10
He'd hoarded it all these years. Twelve birthday cards filled with cramped, effusive words, the rare photo, presents bought but never given. He'd meant to wait till she was well, no longer feverish for a needle. If only he'd spent it recklessly, while he still could.
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Mary David-Snow Nov 10
Old King Cole, alone with his pipe and bowl, fantasized being a real king. Besides, Cole was bored of fiddlers. He fancied the alchemist abilities of King Midas. Cole hadn't been told Midas's gold was a scam and he now runs a chain of brake and muffler shops.
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Karen Cerio 3s
(something involving wealth) friends family and love my wealth can not be measured in dollar amounts
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Soma Datta is doing NaNoWriMo 😱 Nov 10
I admire aching beauty and remember my darkness. I reach for security from plenty and bury undreamt dreams. I walk the solemn path cloaking my mischievous prowls. I asked first, “Who do you want me to be?” before, “Who am I?”
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¡ r e n e 🍁 Nov 10
I'm living the dream, said the itinerant poet. I write poems on dollar bills, then I give them away.
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moon-biscuit (aka Charley Elbow) Nov 10
Grumpy greedy trolls Resenting infinity Crawl back to their gold
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¡ r e n e 🍁 Nov 10
Power. Control. Wealth. The children at daycare did not understand what these words meant, but when little Donny twisted little Sofia's arm and stole her fruit snacks, little Emily knew she had to get some power, control, and wealth to fend off kids like Donny.
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ShauNaNoWriMo(ShaunaMcG-find me!) Nov 10
They resigned to live simply. In that acceptance they found infinite wealth. Family meals of food they’d grown, sheets fluttering on the line,repairing, not replacing.The sun rose&set with kisses&murmurs of gratitude.Grandchildren ran barefoot in the garden.
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Sunthing Junior for @250Fiction & @SunthingPrompts Oct 5
Alas, I cannot be with you this week, but has very kindly agreed to host Sunthing in my absence. Week 13’s is: “Write something that incorporates going away.” Remember to tag your posts with , and that you can use Sunthing prompts all week long!
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