Best Alms Poems
Give your alms in secret,
Don't let the whole world know.
Do it from the depths of your heart;
Not for an outside show.
When someone makes a request from you,
Because of a personal need.
Don't talk about what you have done for them;
Just let it be a good deed.
If you talk about them,
And think that it won't get around.
What you have done to them;
Is made them the talk of the town.
God truly knows the needs of man,
And has set aside provisions.
When people chosen to minister to needs...TALK!!
It causes great divisions.
At the very least they will leave you alone;
And disrespect yorur ministry and how it has grown.
They will tell others who need help, don't go over there,
They only need things to talk about, they don't really care.
When someone is in need, and you reach out to help,
Remarks about what you have done, leaves them with a whelp.
You will break their hearts and wound their hurting spirit;
And the Holy Words from you...they will not want to hear it.
For you have taken the Word;
And used it for your own glory,
And ran out to tell;
The whole wide world (www) their personal story.
So give your alms in secret;
Don't let the whole world know.
Let it be from the depths of your heart;
Not for an outside show.
For Churches, Home Mission Organizations, Charitable Organizations and any other Help Ministries whether Organizations or Individuals
ALMS AND TITHES
Alms, spontaneous like a gentle breeze,
Tithes, a steady stream, a spiritual ease.
Both hold real value and kindle light,
In the acts of giving, souls take flight.
In worlds where compassion transcends,
These two acts of kindness often contends:
Giving alms and tithing, both profound,
Yet different paths to spread hope around.
Alms, humble donations from one's heart
To those in need, a supportive art.
With open hands, a gesture pure,
Lifting burdens, helping hearts endure.
In silent alleys, where destitution dwells,
Alms ignite a flame where hope compels.
From helping hands, blessings overflow,
Enriching lives and touching a soul.
Yet tithing seeks commitment and devotion,
A promise made with unwavering emotion.
Reverence for faith, an exchange divine,
Giving back to the source, we all must align.
From churches and temples, the tithes flow,
Serving as our saving grace on the go.
Strengthening lives and building anew,
This is purely a purpose we pursue.
As you observe, ponder and deeply reflect,
Embrace both alms and tithes in respect.
For in the heart's generosity we find,
A world of compassion that's intertwined.
In giving alms and tithing is biblical,
None of those two make you weaker.
Do you want to give hope or nurture faith?
I say, weave kindness, touch lives as the bible saith.³²
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December
From many houses, pots, tubs
I'm begging my words
the alms of poems
I'm begging from-
the stars
sun to moon
star-spangled ship to the space, cosmos
the drop of the snow
the morn breeze of the autumn
smiling spring rose
the flying chirping birds
swimming pond fish
the shyness of new married woman
cats and dogs raining
matting snake or the quarrelsome butterfly and bee
a falling leaf on the calm water of pool and its ripple,
a puddle, urban smog
known-unknown inspiration or meditation
I'm begging my words
the alms of poems
silently, lovingly, timely
-Wednesday, July 31, 2019 Chattogram
The vigil of mirth and praise
Hopeful and prayerful arms raise
Alms to the creator of our days
New gratitude for his generous outlays
Kindness and mercy he endlessly displays
Scepter with which he guards our pathways
Goodness and grace to usward relays
Inspiration and devotion that our soul sways
Votive offerings heavanward sashays
In humble adoration our heart assays
Never-ending virtue our benefactor portrays
Guiding beacon that each aspiration doth appraise
Deciphering then correcting our misguided forays
And every weakness and frailty butresses with underlays
Year's sins, he pardons and the immediate penalty waylays
Whilst singing praises to the Lord
Collection plate passed and he scored
Enough for a brew
With a coin or two
Whatever the Lord could afford
When Jesus was asked about whether or not it is healthy and safe for the colonized Jewish people to pay taxes to kleptocratic Ceasar, he said to give back to Ceasar what is his.
What is his,
to serve WeSacredPeople
mind/body health
and environmental safety?
Christ's implied church v state reverse corrollary:
Do not give Ceasar what is not his,
to disempower mind/body health
and panentheistically wealthy
polyculturing Earth safety.
So what would happen if the international religious sector
offered tax sanctuary for all their extended family members?
friends,
allies,
cooperative and family businesses,
co-invested partners,
work and play associates
To be held by the nearest neurosystemic
trauma-informed
GreenState compassionate communication
win/win sanctuary government
Tax sanctuary funds re-invested to restore peace
in our ongoing ecosystemic struggle
against feeding further AnthroSupremacist colonization
by anti-health and unsafe wealth
kleptocratic regimes
Openly warring against
First Amendment religion and liberating voice protected
freedom to practice panentheistic communion
and multiculturally healing communication
empowering Earth's climate health Sanctuary
re-connecting
re-ligioning
re-weaving
creolizing co-investments
Regenerating Left/Right bi-partisan
dipolar co-gravitating wealth of resonance
Resilient mind-liberating
body-conserving
health and safe wealth
re-engaging inter-religious consensus
YangMind enlightened
YinBody empowered peace-making
EarthCommunion indigenous wisdom systems
Compassionate as bodhisattva MotherTrees;
wealth wise as messianic serpents.
Blandishments eroded invaluable necessary treasured alms
Existential nihilism rent psyche asunder
courtesy unforeseen deadly bombs
lobbed by computer hacker and scammer
rolled into one nasty,
short and brutish lout,
whereby his aggrieved targeted victim
experiences absolutely zero qualms.
Though common horse sense
I generally applaud
within these lovely bones
an undersize fellow whose forehead broad
methinks perchance twenty first century
can witness remake of Exosquad
linkedin with mental, physical,
and spiritual fiasco fraud
no doubt grist for the cinematic mill
made for movie of the week,
where prominent product placement
of once iconic iPod,
but illustrious position
in Apple's product lineup
came to an end.
Apple finally killed the “iPod” brand,
just over twenty years
since original introduction in 2001
creating perfectly fitting
pièce de résistance jigsawed
replaced by smartphones,
such as the iPhone,
which can both store music
and access music streaming services
such as Spotify and Apple Music.
Nevertheless, and despite efforts
to exorcise mailer daemons
rage against the machine
that doth mauraud,
while a tempest blows
furious in my mind as well outside,
thus I gladly nod
acknowledgement toward Mother Nature
for natural timely spatial effects
bending boughs analogous to quad
of cheerleaders executing tricks
while accompanying color guards
exhibit purposeful antics done roughshod
for the benefit of mister Kite.
Distraction writing reasonable rhyme
temporarily offsets carbon footprint
to stomp furiously on account of cyber crime
wracking noggin how I could be lame
easily being conned, dogged,
goaded, hectored, kick/jump started, ...
now yours truly haint gotta dime
to his name, attributed to fool hardiness
poached, fried, embezzled...
oh that human slime
letting him manipulate me
as if he pointed gun -
which spelled "BANG"
when fired, now triggers
profound unnecessary anguish.
I gave alms to a needy person
Her
voice cracked,
thank you, sir.
She hid the alms
like it's a fine dream.
She wore the filthy streets,
her face, baring the burdens
of her flight in life. I could see.
But what can I do? I can smell death.
But what can I do? I let her voice speak.
connie pachecho
2/2/17
Welfare's up to politicians.
Poverty to judges.
Sickness comes from being neglected-
Lawlessness for grudges.
Alms! shouted the beggar,
as the royal carriage went by,
But just then, an arrow flew past,
piercing the kings eye,
Killing him instantly,
it penetrated his brain,
Beggar is still mumbling,
“lucky sod felt no pain.”
Perception can be misleading,
changes all the time,
One second have everything,
next a victim of circumstance or crime,
But abject sufferings can make
us begrudge, even a demise,
For there are fates worse than death,
in the unfortunate ones eyes.
And this a lesson for all,
take each moment as arrives,
No matter how we plan our future,
destiny will always surprise,
Different for the beggar,
who can’t see their next meal,
Bolt out of the blue comes,
business as usual no big deal.
How life pans out changes,
from one step to the next,
Like to think we’re in control,
but it’s complete randomness,
Something to bear in mind,
as you walk out that door,
By the time it closes behind,
ten beggars are dead,
replaced by twenty more.
Luck, misfortune, providence,
unavoidable chaos,
All have our name on them,
impossible to evade,
Dodged a bullet for now,
the magazine remains full,
Forever in its crosshairs,
trigger aching to be pulled.
By
David Kavanagh
In wild vanity your curiosity hunts
What no greedy archer ever shot;
And pining under unrequited labor,
You’ll condemn your inclement lot.
In ceaseless tilling your brow
Shall toil endlessly under sun,
Till no sweat sits on your skin;
And return with no medal won.
For your parsimonious hand
Withholds the destitute's alms;
Making poor riffraff folks curse
The sting of your stingy palms.
Kindest Heaven's warning counsel
Patient gracious amnesty supplies;
Now open those hoarding stores,
And heed the unfortunate's cries.
On daily basis producing their hyperactive arms
For their better-offs’ less automatic alms:
On lucky charity, therefore, badly dependent,
With things not looking quite resplendent.
The word ‘Pauper’ fitting their circumstance,
Year after year, not exceeding a certain distance.
In their quest for help, increasingly instinctive
And like lawyers, by dress distinctive:
Theirs an unplanned celebration of shabbiness
With a sickening inclination to hairs of shagginess.
Beggars, though there are, who gorgeous clothes put on,
On purpose trying to win onlookers’ good opinion:
The pass-mark of character who channel their pity
To only The Sophisticated in their society.
Still beggars there are by laziness manufactured
On their physique no injuries nor the restructured
Nor, for that matter, the obvious blindness
Nor observable lameness;
Able-bodied men we shouldn’t have assisted,
Until they have persisted
With aspiring tuneful voices aiming to mesmerize us
Or comic displays such as one loves.
Beggars might remain people of lowly station
Further pitted against reduced expectation.
Pray alms from God's hand to receive than treasures from the hand of Man!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 July 2018
Oh, divine Muse,
Here before you, I kneel,
Begging for alms again:
Some verses of yours to let me use,
For my status as a poet, to be able
To retain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 June 2021
My creed means to me,
Kind smiles for all I see,
Alms for donations,
Lord my liberation,
Serving the community,
Praying for you and me,
Believers are human too,
In our mortal zoo,
Creed means I can say,
Be you beautifully today!