Benefactors Poems | Examples

kiss from angels on high

A pink blotch on her forehead
It was left by angels dear
Kisses from her benefactors
Insuring she’d arrive safely hear
Is that a birthmark? Many said
Kiss from angels on high, said Fred
He was her older brother
Shared a dad, but not a mother
Still. he knew his sister immediately
He was her caretaker and protector with expediency

Weathered Opportunities

Beyond the relics stance tainted feigned glory, 
the achievers had gifted us their puzzles,
speckled based best in their field of theory,
like Baia hot baths, can't stomach its guzzles,
aloft or cavernous, or in a quarry,
like those Pyramid guys fuss up their fuzzles, 
as rock piles escape while history depicts,
the bookshelves leave those green stains with those quick picks.

Millenniums, centuries, decades, plus years,
anthropologists helped by benefactors,
busy in their research before disasters,
like Baia downed in Naples Bay, off its shores,
letters for funding by their alma maters,
reach prosperous grads where old money outpours,
and achievers will have their dribblings published,
skilled wins the Nobel Prize as greatly cherished.

The Jews

Years ago, my aunt developed mesothelioma.  She and her husband did not have money for medical care. It was a Jewish hospital that took her in, and helped her through her last days free of charge.
The Jews have built many hospitals, made contributions to many charities, and established many foundations. The list is endless.
 Jews have been instrumental in government and finance. They have served in our American armed forces from recruits to high level generals and admirals.
I have never seen a Jew burn an American flag.
I have never heard of a Jew cry out for his God while assaulting a woman. 
Jews take their God seriously, and are respectful In prayer.
Jews are good pet owners. Many Jews own cats and/or dogs. Jews recognize dogs as one of God's gifts to all of us.
Jews endure a lot of hate and bullying, yet they stay strong.

daring men teller of the truth

those daring men of the truth

The Australian who has been in jail for years to avoid
being sent to the USA, where he will get 
further jail terms 
He, I'm sure, is difficult to live with and has little tolerance for
other people's views, it goes with the terrain, famous men 
who fight for the truth tend to be a handful
We in Europe know of his valiant effort to get the truth 
of the war in Syria published
What I don't do the American public know this,
or has the press
made him into a traitor?
We have a man, a protestor, a thorn in Putin's 
side it's said
found dead in his cell. and we, with scant knowledge
we have of Russian affairs, and automatically 
we blame Putin!
this agitator, who appeared to be wealthy or had benefactors
to make it possible for him to travel around protesting
One thinks that Putin, was useful in telling us all how 
democratic Russia is, as the living standard gets better and better
Those who murdered this deluded man are mighty enemies
of President Putin, try to blacken his name and preventing
him for seeking a third bid

Forgiveness Comes Last

I want your forgiveness to come last:
You often go back to a sin too fast.
I could you with soldiers grenades blast 
And later pained flag fly at half mast,
Even as onlookers are aghast;
Of the sorry news try to broadcast;
My guilt and worries soonest cast aside...

your benefactors you leave red-eyed 
As though they had for days on end cried 
Or in public staked and lost their pride 
Or spent and spent and up pockets dried.

Blasphemer's Lament

why do so many humans elect to be tended and herded like sheep?

should path to salvation require forfeiting self-determination?

long have golden trim and precious jewels reigned at altars of worship

why do such all powerful gods require so many interpreters?

does enlightenment entail shedding logic and credibility?

nothing's holy about misogyny, bigotry and genocide

what type of belief system relies on second-hand information?

when did blatant hypocrisy and greed become a religious creed?

why do self-proclaimed, loving benefactors require blind allegiance?

accept these articles of faith which are beyond any criticism

should a fixed object of belief be based upon mere speculation?

doesn't require a divine being to do right by humanity

shall continue to choose to believe in that which consciousness reveals

Couples of the World

JANE AND TARZAN

Me Tarzan,
me Jane.
I love you....
Ôooooooooo...
this is Love....
Auuuuuuu....!


ROMEO AND JULIET

the biggest love
of the world...
united in life
and in death
forever...!

TRISTAN AND ISOLDA

she in arms
of a stranger...
he sadly
crying hopefully...
She offering herself
but loving her  Tristan love...!


BONNIE AND CLYDE

The crime
doesn't realize for much,
but love
doesn't elaborate too much,
  loving is enough...!


LAMPIÃO AND MARIA BONITA

they were evildoers
of the world...
But were benefactors
of  their love...!

If You'Re Invited, Rsvp No

Pieced together
Blood, bone and brain
With another’s parts
Senses bring sparks
Of imagination, inspiration
Insight into the heart
Who is not Frankenstein’s
But his best friend 
And confidant

Pieced together
Naked skin so tender
Silencing the thoughts
Of a heart who is caught
In remembrances of a past
That cannot be brought back
A past filled with light and love
All the good things from up above

But, this is Frankenstein’s Tea Party
And he has the say in what we pray
Will he pray for a new thought
To cover up the lost art
Of camouflage – seeking skin
Wherever he can find it
Will it be you or me?
Will we be the next benefactors
Of that freaky frame
Brought to life by the same air
I breathe – yet, breathed in through
The lungs of some victim of
Frankenstein’s Tea Party

Where did this cadaver come from?
From the deceased who bled, died and left
Parts to be discarded or recycled
By the one who’s tea is soaked in fresh blood

Don’t fall victim to Frankenstein’s Tea party
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Healing Metaphor

Mental
mortal traumatic anxiety
is a metaphor for physical pain experience

As anticipating personal therapeutic healing
is analogically connected to absence
of win/lose cultural pathology
in a bad air
anxious atmosphere
climate.

Atheism about sacred healing Benefactors
is not so much a theological position
as it is a disconnected memory,
disembodied experience,
dissociatively anthrosupremacist,
non-panentheistic

In a secularizing monocultural climate
often PatriarchalCapitalist nationalistic,
fear and anger-rooted
cognitive/affective chronic dissonance,
dis-ease,
stress,
detachment from Whole Systemic Healthy EarthMother's
traumatic
laborious
nihilistic experience 
of autonomously stressed-out 
disordered monotheistic 
supremacist inhumanity.

My Benefactor

Please, Mr. Civil Leader, rule my life
I don’t know how to take care of myself
Limit my offspring, choose my wife
Write me a pamphlet explaining my health

I can’t wait 
to hear from
my benefactor

I’m not too capable -- a small IQ
No manners or etiquette, an unrefined taste
I’m searching for guidance and waiting for cues
All those bills from college were clearly a waste

I been so evil to my fellow man
From the fall from Paradise to Auschwitz-Birkenau 
I rubbed his nose in it the best I can
I’m ready for rehab -- show me how

Show me the latest of your Utopias
Teach me, oh wise king, to think and feel
I sure hope there’s a place for cretins like us
Don’t make us angry or we’ll storm the Bastille!

I can’t wait
to hear from 
our benefactors

This Docile Earth

This world, never ours alone, but shared with other creatures great and small.
The Earth turns and new dawn comes, and will long after we're gone.
A Sandpiper flitted along the shore and told me so.   

We must face a truth that we borrowed these days, you and I,
from benefactors and trustees, unborn and untested, yet will be.
I finally understand now, watching the selfless Caracal's practiced smile.. 
the tawny red bearded lion basks in the same sunshine.

Touch a heart, lift a soul will you? It's not too late. 
For I have faith we are mostly good.
Now listen to the song of nature, be kind..
and don't worry about what never would.

A Feast For Mosquitoes

A Feast for Mosquitoes

Picking peas in the garden,
My bare forearms a feast for mosquitoes.
With a dozen bites or more,
I think Mother Nature wrote the book
On the Art of War.
Each individual bite
Has its own level of pain.
And each individual bite 
I had given a name.
From the pain in my forearms
I would swear mosquitoes have teeth.

My benefactors garden,
Whose home in which I stay.
He could not help me today,
unfortunately has to many years
of being old and gray.
He felt no pain as my forearms
Became a feast for mosquitoes.
My benefactor got his garden peas,
And the mosquitoes did not rest, 
Until they got their pound of flesh.
Each individual bite had its own level of pain.
With each individual bite 
I spoke my benefactors name.

The Devils Plague

It will not buy you time,
Cannot save you, 
It does not distinguish,
Will befriend criminals,
Benefactors too.
It is not the solution
It is the problem.
It will not buy you love
But is the most sought after,
It changes personalities.
People will kill to acquire it.
It’s a plastic status symbol.
Can destroy relationships.
Profess to be the answer.
Governments are under its rule.
You cannot be cured without it.
It’s embedded in society.
Businesses are its slave.
It takes on different forms.
Children crave it.
People sell their soul for it!!
IT IS THE DEVIL'S PLAGUE
For it is money!

Only a Few Understand and Capture

There is a taste of pure affection
which only a few experience.

There is a sense of heartfelt gratitude
which only a few express to their benefactors.

There is a touch of magical bliss
which only a few understand and capture.

There is a song heard only by the faithful
which only a few hear in their dreamscape.

There is a foul scent that follows the very few
who follow the ideas of others, instead of their own heart,

There is a love surrounding all of us,
no matter what we touch, hear, smell, taste.
Most of us are grateful for this.

Obfuscation

Too often anger wells in me
Like an unquenched dragon
Seeking answers shielded by
Wealthy or powerful pricks,
Truth shaded or obscured
By political appointees eager
To protect their benefactors.
What we really need is Truth
And accountability, punishment.

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