Best Donation Poems
The Red Cross tells me there is nothing to fear, and no harm.
However, they are sticking an awfully big needle into my arm.
This organization is happy to get a donor like me.
After all, I have the rarest type which is positive AB.
I have to lie on a table horizontally
as my crimson liquid goes into the bag rather slowly.
The nurse says I am done, and she extracts the needle carefully.
Holding my arm with gauze, I feel a little dizzy.
I get up from the table rather lethargically.
They offer me all I want of doughnuts and iced tea.
Here I am with the Red Cross in Pennsylvania.
How long will my blood take to reach the Count in Transylvania?
Our local Church is falling down; it’s in total disrepair,
Father Murphy is beside himself for no one seems to care.
The coffers are near empty so there’s need of volunteers
to refurbish what neglect has caused over many years.
But a call from Father Murphy didn’t quite have the effect
he believed would offer him support, the way he did expect,
for on the day that he proposed to have a working bee,
the promised helpers on his books had whittled down to me.
And I am not a carpenter; a sparky or a plumber.
If he’s looking for a tradesman, he won’t find no one dumber.
I listened to his explanation and his fears that our dear Church
without a huge influx of cash will leave us in the lurch.
Father Murphy stated fetes and card nights hardly even rate,
and lately there has been so little dropped into the plate.
And no amount of threats can intimidate his flock,
and then the room went quiet when we heard a knock.
Opening up the manse front door there standing face to face,
is Father Murphy with a well-dressed man who carries a briefcase.
But who he is, is still unclear … is he a spiritual debater?
One minute and clear as a bell … he’s a tax investigator.
And information that he’s seeking concerns one of the flock,
Ted Hourigan has made a claim that’s not as solid as a rock.
Father admitted he knew Ted, and in his flock he’s one,
but Father Murphy’s apprehensive about what Ted has done ...
... until the investigator nearly blew him off his perch …
“Did Ted Hourigan donate ten thousand dollars to your Church?”
Father Murphy’s prayers are answered; to tell the truth he’d be a dill;
so he looked this bloke fair in the eye - and said “Oh yes, he will.”
Why buy your way to power
when giving is so grand!
A write-off ~ benefit or land
can salve the glut of fortunes bower
and give you back command!
What is a favor worth ~ the how
the time that's come, envision not devour
a choice demand ~ position
confusion stands, this sewer of endowment
each scores command, who & what . . .
Election's hand, the fairness has gone sour
Oh, common man, be more of, from the collar!
I’m not sure how you feel about this
But it’s an extremely important decision
That you may choose or choose not to make
Which is the gift of life for someone
Through the gift of organ donation.
Just think if you do decide to be an organ donor
You may have the chance to live again
Although not in the physical sense
But just think a small piece of you
Might be helping someone else to live.
It’s not a definite that they’ll live
But if they do you can feel a sense of pride
In knowing that it’s your organs that’s helping them to live
Because the risks sure do outweigh the reality
After all isn’t that what you should do help preserve life.
Donation or Corruption
Hahaha....
In mainland China, corruption is a capital crime....
Public and municipal officers have been executed for being less than clean...
In Bolehland, Land of Infinite Possibilities, Cash is King, ...
Even being caught with the hands in the cookie jar is not stealing.. ......
MO1 was found with 2.6b in his bank accounts, what a steal...
By claiming it was donation, he got off the hook like a slippery eel......
The world's biggest kleptocrat has perfected corruption to a fine art...
None can hope to outdo what he had achieved with such finesse in his art....
He loots the country's coffers with his merry gang of thieves...
Then lavishly giving out cash monies to buy widespread loyalties....
Political bigwigs, now much tainted and blinded by ill gotten riches...
No longer care how fare their electorates and supporters on the ground...
Gone were their fiery zest to better the country's image and economy ....
Puff! Into the thin air goes their credibility, accountability and trustworthiness...
All's that left in places are weak willed politicians serving only their own self interests...
And two timing political opportunists looking out to loot and plunder....
While propping up their much tainted leader as their benevolent benefactor....
Boo hoo hoo... what hopes are there for Bolehland......
Give away the real you
...our days are all too few
Give an inspirational word
...encouragement's too seldom heard
Give away your smile
...walk the extra mile
Give a hug & kiss
...love was made for this
Give ..it's never too late
life's ready to reciprocate
Organ donation
The heart goes to my lover in soul body and mind as we dance our tunes
in rhythm and rhyme on the moonlit mountains caressing passionate skin
Joined at our hips like twins separated at birth united again and conjoined
in tender embrace we carry our load on shoulders of emotion and reason
The atlas of the Universe mingles sensations as synapses rejoice twist on
axis and pivotal axes when your womb gives shelter to seminal growth
Standing tall the back bone of kindness compassion of sensual flow climbs
up and further up the snake and ladders the plexus of life intermingling
Hot lava arises transcends from tips and from tip toes from centre to
crowned chakras meanders vibrates our uncensored sensors' delight
Neurons transcribe tiny atomic blasts 'petite mortal' birth and ascension
when all organs donated received cherished and melted evolve into one
Treasure pleasure domes flood brain waves when our blood boils when
it fuses into one when the climax of symbiotic organs orgasms our peace
14th September 2016
Heart Skin Hips Shoulders Synapses Plexus Atlas Axis Backbone Womb Neurons Brain
In this materialistic era
Poeple are praised who donates
Some donating plot & land
Some donating throat and hand
Some donating eyes profound
Some donating money in huge amount
My inspired Heart
Pound social sound
& I decided to donate
my facebook account
To Young Hungry one
Who is dreaming
To have a FB account
Impressive profile
& striking pictures
With all pals
& family members
Funny comments on others photos
Tagging friends in nonsense posts
It will save their time & give lesson
Who are about crazy
Finally I have taken decision
To donate my Account of FB
if you can
have money in hands
help other stand
let it be gods plan
if your hot and on top
stop the plantion
and make a
DONTION
My poetic life will be inspiring,
After the death of this poet.
I have been writing for years,
For the one’s who don’t know it.
My contributions to the writing world,
Will endure generations to come.
As I flow the words from my heart,
To let people know where I’m from.
Writing is my passion, it’s therapeutic,
And my vent from the hardships of life.
I take my notepad with me to jot down,
The things that inspire me to write.
The world’s beautiful to the eye,
I seldom pass a moment to observe.
I’ve written thousands of poems,
Please accept my donation of words.
don't be mean
love is the theme
without doubt
go help out
those who need indeed
a coat
stop being a old goat
build a relation
make a
DONATION
Tears keep falling,
My feelings, sprawling
The linemen, their calling…
Winds were still blowing,
My heart and soul, knowing,
Despite the storm, there’s flowing…
Love beyond what I can conceive,
Love that comforts those who grieve,
Love that lasts so I believe…
Each lineman has amazing drive.
His heart, his soul – made to survive,
Residents so thankful, power he’ll revive.
The donations, they just keep coming.
The devastation is simply mind numbing.
Thanks to God’s angels, we’re overcoming.
While nothing will ever be the same for us,
Our hearts are reminded, despite all the fuss,
We have friends who believe in Jesus!
When all is said and done – when volunteers are gone,
We’ll be left with hearts so full, please… let’s pass on…
The love, kindness, gifts of hope that’s helped us hold on!
While nothing we’ve seen can erase all the fears,
Remember those that helped us wipe away our tears,
And give back a portion of that love, with grateful cheers…
For the lineman, the volunteer, the kind heart who inspire belief,
Pray for the linemen, the volunteers and kind hearts who bring relief,
By giving, giving, giving so much more than I can say, in this time of grief…
They bring us hope that, possibly, we’ll soon see the light of day!
No, friend.. I don’t know your name,
But I thank God that you came,
Because of you, it’s our very lives we’ll reclaim!
Nature did not unleash her terror on us
as it did with Noto, Haiti, or the Indian Ocean.
We abuse nature with the stamp of leadership which impedes lives,
causing artificial stampedes of hunger, worse than nature's disasters.
Quakes of human stampedes everywhere!
Ibadan free funfair stampede
Okija and Abuja free rice distribution stampedes
are only where the lens focused, away from the state of national stampedes.
Here in Ibie, twenty families scuffle over a bag of rice
Rice, a symbol of survival for the masses; ego, and popularity for the mighty.
Stampede here, there, everywhere!
The stomach infrastructure of the masses tremored to collapse
Despite the labour and service of strength.
The gourmandizers and political merchants are often quick
To the momentary rescue with 5, 10, 50kgs of rice, and a holiday
The trajectory of our 21st-century polity and popular leadership.
They said the organizers lack crowd-control measures
But there are stampedes in everything, everywhere, and every day
Price stampedes, fuel stampedes, recruitment stampedes
Religious stampedes, security stampedes, bank stampedes...!
For the masses, stampede stems from their lack and inadequacy;
for the rulers and rich, it stems from greed and ego.
No to leaders who trade our manhood in exchange for free rice.
Man must not live by charity alone but by every opportunity to earn his keep
Or what does it profit a man to gain 5kg of rice and suffer the loss of his life?
When will the rice-sharing era be over and every man earn enough for himself?
Anyone
Likes to live single eyed
Can ask a blind
What do you want?
Organ donation
Some heroes and heroines
Do not wear blue capes