Best Assisting Poems
The Dark Side of October
Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the still ones staking, such an eerie sight to see –
dark and dreary, I’m so leery, such an eerie sight to see –
is this but a reverie?
In the graveyard shadows shimmer, dark of night is growing dimmer,
dimmer still without a glimmer, shadows ‘round the old oak tree.
Shadows dancing ever nearer, nearer still and getting clearer,
clearer like distorted mirror, twisting ghastly sight to see –
growing vastly, looming lastly, such a ghastly sight to see –
certainly a reverie?
Piercing sounds are penetrating, ear drums deafening pulsating,
ringing louder, devastating, echoes off the old oak tree.
Echoes bouncing screeching grating, ever louder agitating,
instigating, fears creating, from this ghoulish sight to see –
Am I mulish, maybe foolish, such a ghoulish sight to see –
surely just a reverie?
In the dark my head is spinning, round and round these sights imprinting,
fusing on my brain beginning, questioning my sanity.
All these sights and sounds are weighing, weighing as the ghouls are playing
playing as they do their preying, preying on my vanity –
I am praying, ghouls are swaying, preying on my vanity –
have I lost my sanity?
Eerie night just seems persisting, lasting as my mind is twisting,
waiting for daylight’s assisting, lighting up the old oak tree.
Eerie sights and sounds now fading, dark of night for daylight trading,
light of day is now invading, leaving me to clearly see –
seeing nearly, life so dearly, oh so clearly now I see –
must have been a reverie…..
or have I lost my sanity?
July 26, 2018
God/Jesus
Loving, Good
Saving, Blessing, Guiding
King, Lord of Lords, Savior, Creator
Teaching, Leading, Fishing
Powerful, Almighty
Father
Father
strong, industrious
building , directing , sacrificing
family head, director, leader, manager
hardworking, supporting
courageous, patient
Mother
Mother
caring, kind
nursing , assisting, guiding
teacher, adviser, counselor, caregiver,
leading, molding, supervising
tender, understanding
friend
Friend
loyal, warm
brothers, sisters
giving unconditional love
whom we can hold on to and trust,
so,love and honor your father and mother
one of the commandments
of God
Above are precious diamonds and gifts of love,
Safely kept in my diamante- poem treasure box.
August 18,2012
First Place
Contest: Diamante
Judged: 11/13/13
Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta
Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.
Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.
Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.
Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.
It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.
a very loud noise
started ringing from my clock—
I fell out of bed
a bumped water glass
rolling across the hard floor—
I slipped on my head
a loud screaming sound
resonated through the house—
my face turned bright red
my husband woke up
hysterically laughing—
I was on the floor
I could not get up
without someone assisting—
ku ku krazy day
I went back to bed
wondering what day it was—
perhaps, tomorrow
Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ????.....!!!!!.....Ku Ku Crazy......!!!!!.....????
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Note : as an experiment i took a random article from the newspaper and extracted phrases from it to eventually form this sonnet. A fun exercise!
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Economic purists say, relief should,
Never have been given in the first place.
Whether that is true or not, perception,
Has always been politically good.
Sensitive issues, as they have and could,
Ever been percieved as assisting in grace.
Relief to be aboloshed! Reflection –
Affordability is understood.
However, now it is to be removed,
People shouldn’t get alarmed, the market
Change to this would deem, respite is disproved.
Any mortgage taken out – we regret.
For seven tax years by that date – and yet
We believe this is the case – hmmm, approved!
'Twas the night before Christmas and I was awed by this pleasant sight:
JOY blurted mirth of blissful delight
Cheering HOPE to spread good wishes’ light
While FAITH props merriment upon truth-insight
Inviting PEACE to march with them upward victory-height!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and there was I beholding in amazement:
Values like GOODNESS and KINDNESS sharing their glad engagement
In distributing goodies with GRACE of helpfulness’ involvement
Along PATIENCE extending persistent endearment
Midst MEEKNESS in showing long suffering’s investment!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and I was exposed to the venue’s elegance:
Where I spotted LOVE wrapping presents with great abundance
Assisting was GENEROSITY whistling sweetly, devoid of arrogance
With them were GRATEFULNESS and PRAISE in their jovial extravagance
Being instructed by PRUDENCE and WISDOM thru their principles’ radiance!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and I couldn’t wait to see grand festivity
Which the Christmas Author would reveal to me with faith’s certainty
In His compassion, He packed all those VIRTUES inside His SON’s humanity
Born* as the SAVIOUR with GOD’s gift of life everlasting and triumph’s surety
Assured to all for owning and sharing toward eternity!
*Luke 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
November 23, 2018
7th place, "The Night Before..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/8/2018.
Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me,
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?
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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands
for assisting me with the words
I could not find.
1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black
I Hope you enjoyed it
This morning I rose to a somber beginning.
I watched a season of my life pass,
And beheld the dissipation of sentiment.
I despised the junction known and unwelcome,
And I tried to discern its meaning.
Is it to repudiate love and shared existence?
By rejecting the soul’s outcry and mate,
And joining the ignorance of the mind?
Is it a faint of heart around love?
By becoming a deserter of faith in love,
And assisting a pessimist of true love?
The morn passed in contemplation,
And the dawns after filled with agony.
Nevertheless, a glimpse of hope arose.
The emanation became anew and transformed.
Its ineptness regained its stamina,
Its spine became upright and unbroken,
And its fear exited being replaced by fortitude.
Love re-emerged in the dissipated areas,
Joy permeated the rejected soul,
And the mind’s ignorance severed it kinship.
I savored the harmony of my afternoon.
Presence is a life lesson to keep; parental pasts made one weep
Assisting others was a joyful leap but full of frustration’s trauma
Natural temples answered prayers unheard in organized religion
'All life deserves kindness!' but greed clawed a ‘me-first’ agenda
Conditioned to succeed, a schooled brain became a ‘love-lunatic’
Emotional pains wrestled mental ones through the long embrace
And when unbound, found, love’s road led the less travelled saga ~
(11/16/2020 For SO's contest: It’s a part of me..)
Christmas is here my friends, rejoice!
Let us be inspired by the coming of
Little Jesus
And
Let us incarnate the spirit of His love
By:
Feeding the poor
Sheltering the homeless
Helping the needy
Encouraging the despaired
Caring the sick
Consoling the grieving
Attending the invalid
Protecting the orphans
Assisting the elderly
And
Loving our neighbor the way our Lord, in
His infinite wisdom has taught us to
For
The glorification of the heavens
And
The good of suffering humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 December 2021
Fabrics are sown
So eyes are drawn to quieter things
Softer
Scratching isn’t as unbearable as screaming
I wield control to my ears
Over the entry of theirs too
Better than taps
Pressure, expected,
Is not that intense
Leaning, relying, assisting
Mostly whispers cannot escape me
My ears with a constant ache
My head tries to convey my heart
Yet they say I cannot expel it to the outside
So the frog turns into a lion
And I cannot breathe
My intensity builds up
And it clots my heart
Eyes, eye
I don’t care, get it off me
The screams around me speak my name
Don’t they
Let me scratch more of my thoughts
The paper grows worn
And my feelings do too
Understand me
I do not want to attempt
to communicate
But your mocks make me overthink
My stomach churns the thought of my incompetence
I cannot talk,
So it’s my fault, really
A high calling indeed
to protect the most vulnerable
in nature and mankind
.....Excerpts from Cherokee Proverbs, Teddy Roosevelt and John Muir
a prayer...
Oh God, Father of all that is good
Shine Your light upon our vagrant souls
Fill our thoughts and actions with Your
Strength, Bless our bretheren with open
hearts, so they shall carry Your Grace
to every corner of our planet, assisting
man and nature whenever needed, so all
life shall know Your Love, in Jesus's name,
Amen.
08/29/13
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Deep into the rainforest, a struggle to survive
From insects to leaved trees, wanting all to thrive
The habitat of animals, species all around
Living things a-plenty, crawling on the ground
The four main layers play a different role
The bio-diversity forms part of the whole
The dark forest floor and the understory
Shorter plants existing, many bugs to see
The vibrant middle layer, yet forms the canopy
Climbing the emergent, just like a monkey
The strong plant materials, helps to build a home
For people of the Amazon, food that has been grown
Tropical regions, Equator ever near
A moderate climate, giant trees are here
Forests on a mountain, misty all around
Coated in a moss, such an eerie surround
North and South America and Oceania
Asia and Europe, as well as Africa
There’s a cycle of life, yet deforestation
Affects the homes of animals for plantation
Removing ecosystems, can cause erosion
Droughts as well as flooding, less cohesion
The modern ways of man affects vegetation
Contributing to a silent devastation
Replanting, recycling, assisting with crops
Steps of preservation quench like raindrops
The precious seeds and life, of which can be found
Yet, it’s not too late to turn this world around
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Once was upon a time
I went to the Rome zoo
Assisting to the crime:
Big Foot under a boo.
All people there around
Was throwing nuts to him
He looked sad at the ground
His eyes were joyless dim.
I went to other side
I told him: “Nice, poor boy!”
Offering my hand wide
And calling with decoy.
He then raised up his head
And came sudden to me
His hand open well spread
Offered, touching to see.
Mario De Paz for contest BIG FOOT AND I
Greater Love
I shivered and watched him as the snow fell
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!
Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.
This complex multiple of nature lives
In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!
Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!
Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.
Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.
Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.
Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.
A donor card was his only ID.
No name--just a wish--was all they could see.
Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."
5/14/2012
deborah burch©