Best Benevolence Poems
On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
(Some words here might not be totally correct because this website does not support all Yoruba letters. Please refer to the audio attached to get the correct reading)
Mo fé d'ogún, mo fé d'ogbòn nílé ayé,
Ojó a bá p'ojúdé náà l'ódìgbóóse.
Òtító sì ni wípé:
Ogún tí ò d'ògún
lé gbòn t'óbá d'ogbòn,
Tàbí kóta l'áàdóta.
Bí kò sì rún l'ógòrún,
Á rún títí òódúnrún.
Àsìkò wa nílé ayé - bi idì tí n fò,
Ojó ayé wa - àfi bí àlá,
Àní Elédùà nìkan l'ó mon ení máa là.
Kìkì kí á ti se rere,
K'á sì gbé pèlú ìmò yíì wípé:
Bí ìgba wa láyé bá tilè jé òpòlopò ogún,
B'ótile wù k'ógùn tó,
Ìseun ìfé wa l'áyé omolàkejì,
Òun nìkan sáà l'ogún tó dárajù
t'a le fi sílè nígbà
t'elékò òrun bá polówó síwa.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
The quest to be rich and famous,
Calls farewell when our eyes close.
And this is true:
A twenty that is not rusty
can get shaky by thirty,
Or be burning at fifty.
And if it is not blasted at a hundred,
It sure will, before three hundred.
Our time here - as an eagle that flies,
Our life - like a dream.
The Almighty alone knows who will succeed.
Only for us to do good,
And live knowing that:
If our lifetime is many twenties,
No matter how plenty,
Our benevolence and charity
alone is the best heritage
we can part with,
When death calls unto us.
Lost and astonished I crave this day
That places to proof all that hardship I feel
There is no time for me to say
I just cry alone searching my will
As I walk through the valley of decay
I find no strength in the life for the wound to heal
I just walk alone, sad and pray
That my destiny will soon fulfill
Lost and astonished I crave this day
Where in the past there were so many appeals
I cant give up, I will stand and not let it stay
to enhance the moment as it truly reveals
I let out a scream and my mind flies away
As the despair in my body seals
The words of peace that I need today
Lost and astonished I crave this day
For positive thoughts to be my ideal
In solutions and upcoming ways
to find hope, when hope conceals
Touch it
Feel it
Grab it
Hold it
Value it
Love it
Treasure it
Entrust it
Keep it
Until the time comes.
There is Benevolence in the Atmosphere
She lives there,
across the stream
By the jungle-side.
She’s bathing in the broad shallow stream
Every day with cockcrow,
in the village outskirts.
Her tall chubby body is wrapped up
And she pulls off her tight tunic
With toil.
Unknots her long curly hair
And sets her busty bosom free
And uncoil.
She’s is in high hurry since she’s very chaste
And seems scared in the desolate place.
Sitting in water washes first face
Then oh! Rubs her bust and her base.
Puts on her outfits— seeing sideways
Sitting on toes by the sandy shore.
And rushes home, water
Dripping her disheveled hair,
And dampened attire
Sticking her fat.
She’s motherless, married to a helpless man,
A saintly farmer’s lone daughter, newly divorced.
Oh! Who’ll teach my rigid beloved benevolence!
For, I would wed h’r too—if endorsed!
Archangel that sways upon my peripheral pedestal,
Your eyes flutter gaunt pernickety,
An anachronistic presumption that does not grant fastidious rebuttal,
A perennial anathema that balances on a threshold so rickety,
Your scruples warrant the acceptance of abeyance,
Disguised muse, Incitor of Loath, your canker manifests itself,
Your sophistry is deflected in one single moment of sense,
Then emerge fettered wings and claws of malign wealth.
Bleeding thorn rose,
Personification of deception,
The resonance of your nefarious heartbeat breeds in my woes,
Beauty is just an artful perception,
Prevarications that even fool chicanery,
A ruse that compelled the fatal touch,
Oh white rose, now a blood red filled prism of rivalry,
A slight prick, poisoned my heart as such.
A circus of freaks dancing upon my intoxication,
Sober Liquid that mock my hallucinations,
Life,like the glass of the night, breaks at the light of dawn.
Advancing the construct of love
With embryonic sophistication
Will only bemuse the dove
And send her back with agitation….
Through its genial labyrinth, into the trap
Of every distant memory;
For the olive branch will surely snap
When clinging to its reverie.
The bark will fend off the wrath of December,
However, the fruit is not solely for you—
Lest we digress and disremember;
The leaves are there to collect the dew
To nourish itself for all to pursue.
Today, let's be asymmetrical as we have never been
before
Let's listen to a music station we haven't enjoyed prior to
today
Let's eat at that restaurant our friends recommended;
we
can order some exotic dish that we never
have
Let's go enjoy that museum we've been to almost
never
Let's attend a lecture at our neighborhood library we don't go to
much
Let's pay a friendly visit to that uncle whose politics we've never
embraced
Let's put on our bathing suits and lie in the shade for a
change -
Let's volunteer at a soup kitchen and feel good about doing some
good
Let's put our creativity berets on, and write a song in 5/4
time
After that, we can join a fund-raising walk-a-thon just
for
the love of humanity! When we get home I think it would be
a
nice gesture to call customer service and say "Just sending you a verbal
hug!"
before today we
have never much embraced change -
good time for a hug!
[haibun]
written 19 Aug 2020
Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring
never could her brother wish upon NON GMO
(archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing,
and genuine prayer anybody more a maze zing.
Many countless years before
our dear mother passed away four
plus eleven earth orbitz ago,
she voluntarily repeated more
times than I can remember "your
older sister possesses altruistic qualities."
The above words enclosed by this bloke
with double quotation marks, okey-doke
not necessarily the way mama spoke,
but yours truly took poetic liberty
without any intention generating impulse to choke
the harmless, nameless, and stateless writer
and literally went bonkers
while going for Baroque
for recognized virtue that recently woke.
Kinship towards angelic, fantastic, pacific anchor
understandable why her spouse did hanker
during their courtship to pledge his troth
to maneuver metaphorical
hook, line, and sinker as though steadying a tanker.
Innocence and naïveté suffused little boy
occupying body of aging long haired
pencil necked geek without gainful employ
and (and as a shy person without benefit
of powdered milk biscuits)
generally trended solitary
verses masing with hoi polloi,
nevertheless ofttimes relentlessly teased
bully me, I loathed treatment on par
with worthlessness linkedin with discarded toy,
thus gratitude prevails toward eldest sibling
(no matter just thirteen plus months older)
pseudo motherhood she did deploy
to ward off aggressive monsters.
I reckon eyes appreciation
matured into present thankful attitude,
now with mooch time to ponder and brood
how earlier in my life behavior childish and crude
methought meself as hotshot dude,
yet these days, I couch sincerity writing
one or another poetic endeavor
knitting words analogous to composing an etude
contemplative, intuitive, and ruminative mental food
for thought hoop ping to convey
honest to goodness gratitude
communicating reasonable rhyming message
(if yee be downcast dearly beloved sister)
delivering uplifting, kickstarting exalting mood.
There is this profound and perpetual joy that I know. It permeate throughout all
the hell and confusion that seems to infiltrate myspace of solace. I can go
through anything that's considered impossible with my Beloveth Lord and
Saviour Jesus Christ.
No matter who abandon me or who accuse me, or who mistreat me, or who just
is out right cruel to me. With this perfect love that He implants within my wounded
heart, I am able to within stand all the firery darts of the enemy.
Yes, this Benevolence I partake of each awakening days has me in constant
awe, tha I am truly bless to have given my soul, mind, heart, and will unto Him
who sheaded His Precious Blood for a wretch liken unto me. His Benevolence.
For several ages
Our relationship can be compared
To a benevolence fund
Always seeking a hand out
Never offering a hand up
The scales were never balanced
On one scale counterbalanced in pure gold
With dreams not at all foretold
The other measured in aluminum foil
With the value no equivalent
Of a penny being sold
A charity misfortune
You have been
Perpetually seeking help
Because you only focused on yourself
Which delivered me into
The grasp of death
I bet you regret
That I was able to come back
Uncondensed in full effect
Only to have you
Be a deadweight
For that I’ve developed
Emotions of loathing and hate
And this is because of our first date
I should have known
That I would become
An expert philanthropist
In contributing to the poor
You always requested more
Materialistic donations
And now I’ve made a head start
To take off and run
So I will not have to be the chairman
Of your benevolent fund
Need mercy for a
Freudian slip.
I was sitting on a window.
The light went out
from the eyes of the masterpiece.
Only stones were left.
Give me the figurine.
I wanted to cut open the navel
and find out the blue god.
Will you pull the chariot
of moon ? The black horses
will not send the blessings.
The dawn was still hiding
in a bunker. First you feed
a child and then kill the rising sun.
Satish Verma
Working in fields and farms,
In offices and workspaces,
In light and dark,
In summer and winter,
In sickness and health,
In pain and suffering,
Under pressure and relief,
Under freedom and oppression,
With the aim of feeding the family,
With the aim of educating the generations to come,
With the aim of helping the needy,
With the aim of peace and prosperity,
For the aim of creating a better future,
Irrespective of caste and race,
Irrespective of the ignorance and negligence faced,
If we have the same goal,
Why fight in the name of god?,
In the name of culture,
In the name of belief,
In the name of patriotism,
In the name of the future,
If we have the same goal,
Then why the need to fight at all?,
Aren’t two better than one,
Aren’t four better than two,
Isn’t peace better than war,
Isn’t humanity better than barbarism,
Isn’t love better than hatred,
There is yet much to care about,
There is yet much to ponder about,
There is yet much to understand about,
There is yet much to discover about,
There is yet much to reveal about,
There is yet much to love about,
If you don’t believe if my friend, then the satan tricked you once again.
His old clothes came to whisper his good name;
he values them with fragile pride instead.
No dreadful task, he always picks the same
plain blue jeans and shirt striped in white and red.
Shattered soul of Gainesville,
he wears the name Big Will.
Benevolence takes skill
to recognize
and realize,
rationalize
that apparel is no one’s claim to fame
Big Will’s focus is well-known and widespread -
what makes this man? the spirit of Goodwill,
clean, but no guise.
written May 26, 2018
Contest: The Puzzle of my Rhyme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Abounding benevolence
Christ descended
Elevating For gnosis
Humanity’s inheritance
Joyful kiss
Liberating magnificence
Numinous
Opening prison quaking
Resurrecting Sophia
Through Universal Voice
With xenia
Yeshua’s zofia