My early childhood was great, I was the first born.
My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember
spending lots of time with my doting grand-mother
who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write.
I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention.
Creativity was a game to me and I learned to value time.
When I was nine, we moved far away and life changed overnight.
I was really lucky to land a grade 5 teacher who guided me
to learn english at an accelerated rate. I was a good student.
I've always been particularly thankful to both, teacher and grand-mother.
they truly helped mold me into the person I turned out to be.
AP: 3rd place 2025
Our love was parasitism.
You benefited while you harmed me.
You left my heart hanging from a rope as a lifeless body would.
Maybe I could heal, maybe I should.
Did you ever love me as much as you could?
My heart burns.
Burns like wood.
This limerence consumed me whole.
Consumed my heart.
Consumed my mind.
And soon there was nothing left to say.
Nothing to bind.
I’ll have to live without you by my side.
it was as if I got caught in a riptide.
I told you my truth.
You sighed.
Mrs. C and Mrs. H. had a little competition
They did not call it that, but their husbands knew.
It was a baking challenge, not featured on TV.
and their men benefited big time from it.
Mrs. C. held a coffee at her house on Tuesdays.
She served scrumptious desserts with whipped cream.
One time there was a pastry with oozing blueberries.
Today her concoction was stacked high with pancakes.
Mrs. H. would ooh and ahh and comment, but secretly seethe.
Her coffees were on Thursdays, and it was difficult to top Mrs. C’s pastries.
The husbands begged to come along, knowing what treat was in store.
On Thursday Mrs. H. served a quintessential peach cobbler.
They have done it again! The men retired to their couches for naps.
The women congratulated each other.
That is two days a week we can do what we want, they agreed.
Loving that they had put their husbands into a diabetic trance of sorts.
Yes, No, Or Wait
Miracle Man
September 15, 2023
Sometimes I’ve benefited from not getting,
things that I've asked God for in daily prayer.
I never know, if to me they're befitting,
but God always knows things when I’m unaware.
Sometimes, silence is the only thing I hear,
but prayer isn’t to be my long want list.
Often it’s a way of conquering some fear,
or for temptations God has helped me resist.
“Prayer is less about changing the world,
than it is about changing ourselves.”
David J. Wolpe
Mushroom village was lit with excitement and joy from within
Granting the woods a well-known ancient legend’s prophecy
Acknowledged by the residue of a dying faeries final wish
Those who benefited from it were delighted, loving it.
to sundari_baru, ind
ian, rajkumar
In case you lower your dignity
The World may try to exploit
It is waiting for an apt chance
To insult and degrade you
If you possess any talent
And if you do not expose it
That may not do to you good
As none knows your skill
You may get inferior jobs
To do, you may be forced
So conceal not your ability
At the right time, exhibit
Due to this shrewd exposure
Duty relevant to your dexterity
May be assigned hopefully
Putting trust on your potential
This will give you job satisfaction
And others will be also benefited
Your reputation will soar high
All will love only your presence.
Every time it is inhaled, its return is there
We give back life with everyone we share
Oxygen passes by our heart, gender, race it does not care
By taking it in, and exhaling it out, we bend the air
Man, woman, child, and beast consume this gift
So just by existing and living, you give others a lift
Armed with this knowledge, I never feel adrift
All that have been close enough to give my emeralds a stare
Have benefited from this body's ability, of bending the air
One poetess advised me to be brief
As my words can be easily recollected
She is no more, but her advice lingers
I nowadays think of her with gratitude
Only when we are brief and to the point
Our message will be read by everyone
As, all are worried over loss of time
And brevity makes them never worry
Even if my poetry tells golden words
And it is so long like river Nile
Many may skip it in a hurry with fear
As time can never be wasted by all
Thank you dear poetess, you are great
As once you were nominated for Nobel
You belonged to the land of Socrates
Your advice is ever worth remembering
May your soul rest in peace my dear
You have opened my eyes usefully
I long back understood not your idea
Now, I know, you have benefited me
We must muse over others' admonitions
Gold and diamond may be there hidden
If we have the guts to scan and find
We and the World are surely profited !
Poetry Soup,
Operating and orchestrating like no poetry site that I have tried,
Energizing the creative side of my 'compulsive bent' for writing.
The great lesson among so many others is that talent alone is not enough.
Regardless of how creative or gifted one might be, may we not forget that
Years of yearnings coupled with a masterful cast of well-wishers are priceless.
Say nothing of the contests that trigger a long-forgotten memory that
Only can be ignited and set aflame by the 'poetic spirit' found there.
Unmatched and incomparable, in my opinion, among other sites I've used.
Personally, I have greatly benefited and been enlightened of my life's purpose.
080922PSCtest, Poetry Soup Beyond Its Name, Beata Agustin
Just change your tactics
Deviate from the routine
Follow a brand new path
Find out novel methods
A change brings nice relief
Our outlook appears fresh
We get fine opportunities
Which come out from hide
Sudden discovery soothes
We are benefited greatly
Our morale is truly boosted
Many miracles, we notice
Change brings a different scene
Our emotions grow damn strong
We find unimaginable ecstasy
So anything new, please try
Great beauties lie everywhere
They actually are concealed
If they are properly located
Life turns into a holy Paradise.
Regrettably, you're forswearing considerateness.
Because of your deeds, my heart has been disparaged.
However, the faithful has devolved into the dreadful.
There was nothing but words scribbled on a journal.
It's a sincere pity you're sweepingly slighting kindness.
Placing the underachievers on a dazzling betrayal.
Escape the fierce curse of those who benefited.
If you tamely yield to the glare, he will rebel.
Some people keenly appreciate and admire your skill.
Because of your frailty, some individuals devour you.
Sally was full of empathy
People went to her for sympathy
She did not mind
She was kind
She benefited from their company
Brethren
in prayer-fellowship*...
Bonded
through God’s loving grace-friendship...
Braced
upon servant-heart's stewardship...
Built
around spiritual work-partnership...
Blessed
along divine authority-leadership...
Benefited
to minister by faith midst pain-hardship...
Beautified
with glorious praise-gratefulness worship!
*1Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
August 27, 2019
Godly triumph must be revealed in our Christian commitment
Reverberating earnest dedication toward service-fulfillment
Having Him as partner in every life-building accomplishment
Not pleasing men, but honouring Christ in ministry engagement
Diligently exalting His name against selfish merriment.
As His redeemed who benefited from divine atonement
We respond to His call for reaching-out with joyous sentiment
Combating personal gain’s arrogant predicament
Assured that the Saviour is pleased thru faith-driven involvement
To be a blessing to others provoked by the Holy Spirit’s encouragement.
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
May 12, 2019
UNCLAIMED FREIGHT
I offered myself to you - Rejected many for you, made myself
Exclusively yours - You never understood that I was not here
To endure jealousy, hate or envy –
Only to serve you and teach you how to include instead of excluding...
You looked over and under but never really looked at me.
Patted my head most appeasingly.
I felt like the puppy with eyes waiting for that proverbial bone.
Then, when keener eyes saw what you never saw;
Benefited from my earthly presence;
Suddenly like a spoiled child who never
played with his wind-up toy;
Until someone else wound it up he,
Now wanted to claim that toy to be his favorite.
You should have examined me; and found my key…
loved me, and explore my inner workings up close,
Before it was too late to relate...
Another metaphor would be
They valued what you failed to see.
You were blind to see my worth…
You never claimed me for yourself.
Left me sitting on the warehouse shelf
You seemed surprised, they bided high
Because what’s yours is not yours
“If you don't claim it!”!
Unclaimed freight…
“goes to the highest bidder”.
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