Veronica did nuclear research in Blackfoot, Idaho
Went to a Walmart one day, with her two-year-old in tow.
Kid reached into her bag, pulled out her gun
She was shot dead by her two-year-old son.
Sergey researched superconductive vortex lines.
One day men invaded his town, death on their minds
They killed all pedestrians: fear by design
Shot Sergey from his yard to free Palestine.
Louis used a screwdriver to keep halves of a sphere apart
Contact goes critical, not a task for faint of heart.
The screwdriver slipped, the halves came too close
The room glowed blue, he got a lethal dose.
Samuel was an A.I. engineer, pushed a frontier
He brushed past Rakeem, came too near.
Rakeem punched Sam so hard that in two days Sam died.
You don't expect that on a subway ride.
Four scientists dead, acts of God, acts of man?
Such random tragedy, only one was a plan
Can we blame the victim? It doesn't seem right.
They chased the truth, fought the good fight
Who of us knows if we'll be alive tonight.
acts of kindness are measured in a good person's life
It comes in many forms.
For love is not always peaceful.
It is the friend who laughs beside you in chaos.
Sometimes it is holding on,
sometimes it is letting go.
Love lives in forgiveness,
for it is not just a feeling,
but in unseen, quiet acts
"yet strong enough
to hold the world together."
Kindness isn’t always fun.
Maybe it’s carrying a spider out of the hot sun!
Helping him onto the best plant to climb.
Maybe giving him a dime.
He has spiky legs and eyes of four.
He spins a web, always seeming sure.
And hands me a web shaped as a flower bouquet.
It strikes me as weird so I don’t know what to say.
Maybe we could all stand to crawl once in a while.
Enjoy hand spun things that make us smile.
Kindness isn’t always typical.
Sometimes it’s just a flower as small as a thimble.
Who knew a spider could make my day?
I didn’t have much to say.
Maybe sometime I’ll knit him a sweater.
But maybe tiny shoes would be better!
Kindness isn’t always graceful.
Sometimes it’s spiky feet by the handful.
Putin held forth.' And it seems he spoke what was true.' The reptiles are skittering
And scrabbling, its well due' soon the flesh Devourers will be un-masqed.' Somehow
There must be a consensus.' And then will
Begin the other tasks.' At this time minds are settling recognition, is the stage we occupy, for the resoloute, and the cautious
To spread meterphorical wings to try.' The
Better air of freedom where promise, keeps
The faith.' Where minds and healthy spirits can really thrive, once they have been released from the no bars, caged hive mind.'
The crown is not for the weak
For you to get to the peak
You must be resilient and determined
Big dreams, bigger mountains to climb
A thing for the great
Can't be reached by the ordinary
Because they move in different spirits.
Ordinary people move with the crowd
They settle for the less
Greatness comes with loneliness
They settle for nothing, if not the best
Going through many tests
So many will misunderstand you
Because you're out of their perspective
In another dimension unknown to them
They'll always blame or laugh at you if you fail
But praise and applause you if you succeed.
To be great, you gotta be ready for hate
Because people don't like you
When you don't go their way
Or move like they move
You are what you are and where you are
Because you do what you think
Thoughts and acts of greatness
Will end in a life of greatness.
The porch light flickers yellow in grey night,
Biting cold seeps in, stiffening my bones,
Soon, a shovel scrapes, screeching in the ice:
My neighbour is clearing a snowy path-
“Need help or lights, fixing the tree?” I ask.
These are not grand gestures, no trumpets blare,
Just quiet hands reaching out in the dark,
A warmth sparkling more than fire in the grate:
This, too, is Christmas love, an act to serve.
Love Language of Yuletide Poetry 12-18-25 Acts of Service Nette Onclaud
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Acts of Service
Some say that Christmas now wanders lost
Yet, I see a callous world remember
Neighbors, friends, in sweet homemade thank you cards
I see this world stretch loving hands
To those wearing rags, facing empty shelves,
They bring the Magi's gift to poverty
And make sure children have gifts by the tree
A world of aching feet asks no thank you
As they spread the Christ child's gift of joy.
THE POWER OF KINDNESS
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 10/8/2025 3:41:00 AM
( 3rd Place )
Written: October 1, 2025
A kind word can slip in quietly,
like sunlight through a dusty window,
softly touching a corner of the heart
you thought no one noticed.
A smile shared in passing
a hand held for a moment,
"thanks for being exactly you"
these are the sparks
that can set a heavy day aglow.
Kindness isn’t loud or grand;
it doesn’t need applause.
It’s in the gentle pause;
the patient ear,
the courage to care
when no one is watching.
And sometimes
one word—just one…
can turn someone’s world
from gray to bright,
from lonely to known,
from weary to whole.
So speak gently.
Act kindly.
For each small ripple
can reach farther than
you’ll ever know,
and the love you send out
always comes back around.
a little sun through window
a whisper as the house
takes a breath and I’m
a moment older lost in reflection
about how the ones I loved
come back to me each time
I get out of bed remembering
how someone who worked
with me stood near me
as I cleaned up a spill
a small act but it was
a big thing at the time
I ponder a crack in the highway
that was patched and that little things
lead to something greater as they
always have and when I was in grade
school I walked across the Mississippi
when it a stream flowing from a lake
while my father stood by and watched
and now the river carries the weight
of our weary lives and this morning
in a moment of silence
conversations once lost come back to me
"Look what they've done to my song, Ma" ~ Melanie Saftka
Act I – Pie (One bright morning)
my muse just wants pie
I huffed, “Okay, give it a try.”
Pies begin with precision,
lovely decision.
I crave a treat, a sweet delight
one that brings a smile and makes my morning bright.
The popular apple and blackberry pie
Ah, just the thought makes me sigh.
Act 2 II – Ice-cream (Two hours later, on a yummy Sundae afternoon)
what fancy leads me on to dream
of sugar plums in frozen cream
I drool o'er yummy ice cream on my tongue
Thoughts of the tasty dish makes me so long
Betwixt lucky lips my eager tongue licks
A mouth watering afternoon dish fix
With a chuckle, he swore,
"I’ll just eat one more”.
I
A portly man out on a stroll
approached an egg and ate him whole.
II
When he saw what he had done,
he ate another one.
III
This man, beyond reproaching,
was thrown in jail for poaching.
Suffer the plot of the parking lot,
Acts of attrition, lots of the disappearing shopping carts,
I had the camera out
Could hardly see where I’m going.
I called just to set up delivery
Then you laid out your whole life story
And relayed your PTSD of living with an anarchic narcissist
Neglected kids, a messy divorce, and the consequent fallout
She took him to the cleaners.
I simply walked out.
Actually, she left.
I was hard to live with.
I left it all go, years ago,
But suddenly, lately, it’s all returned.
Back in my world as if it just happened
And I am the one, all worse for ware,
Never wanting to talk about it.
Life comes back to haunt us,
Time escapes us...
No matter how far we run, or how much time passes,
That puts us right where we are, in the middle of it. ~psp
dr. p (pi)
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Kind gestures often generate jewelry
kindness generates kindness
attention generates attention
care generates love
The outrage spills
sews evil seeds
reaps injustice
as innocence bleeds.
Misguided few
opinions flawed
fallacious minds
spurred by fraud.
Seek what's true
for better aim
this acting out
shall bring you shame!!
Violent destructive acts upon the property of others, (Tesla) for whatever reason, cannot be justified, you are a criminal and you should be severely punished!!
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