Best Can Do Poems
While fear fills empty eyes;
worry contorts your face.
It is hard to believe,
you could forget your name.
Yet as you shrink inside,
all I can do is weep.
Your identity's gone;
only a shell remains.
And stripped of dignity;
you struggle with your shame.
And yet, one thing is plain,
all I can do is weep.
Lost in a mental maze,
you can't find your way out.
While confusion stalks you;
erasing memories.
And though I'm losing you,
all I can do is weep.
Dwindling into fragments,
you lose a bit each day.
And that loss is endured
silently in despair.
For facing Alzheimer's;
all I can do is weep.
Its five in the morning, nervous, I give mom a call,
there is no time to waste, she says, "get on the ball".
In a hospital room, with a touch of her hand,
she whispers, "you can do this, to be a mother is grand."
One last push, and i behold her face,
so much beauty, i try to embrace.
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.
In a crowded auditorium, i'm gazing up at the stage,
they draw the curtains, a lovely ballerina, I quickly engage.
My eyes have never seen a more radiant sight,
than my own little girl, eloquently dancing with might.
In the hospital room I craddle a bundle of joy,
fives years later, the LORD gave me a boy.
Ten little fingers, and ten little toes.
I thank the good LORD, for his future he holds.
Sitting in the bleachers, as the scorching sun beats down,
wiping my forehead, i desperately look all around.
All the boys look the same with helments, and uniforms tight,
I spot my son's number, THATS MY BOY!, I recite.
In a cold sterile hospital room, I now sit by her side,
Mom you can do this, our baby will soon be a bride.
With a hint of a smile, and grace in her eyes,
I think she knew it was time for goodbyes.
Caressing her fingers and massaging her toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.
With a red rose in my hand, a tear, and a smile,
the usher gallantly guides me down a flower filled aisle,
Today my sweet girl, becomes somebody's wife,
I pray for for their joy, and may love run a rife.
I stand at the curb as he gets on the bus,
holding back tears, i don't want to cause fuss.
I blow him a kiss, as the driver pulls away,
And into the armed forces, my son goes this day!
I enter the house, no children are home,
This must be it, empty nest syndrome!
I look to my husband for comfort this day,
bless his heart, he can't find words to convey.
I pick up the phone and hear my daughter cry, MOM!
He's coming too early, i fight to stay calm.
I pray; LORD, I want to be right by her side,
if that is not possible, get them through this, i cried.
Back at the hospital the most wonderful sight,
a dear little grandson, i cuddle real tight.
Holding on to my weary daughters hand,
I whisper, "my dear, TO BE A MOTHER IS GRAND!"
Written by Stacey Brown
Mothers Day 2018
I have survived trauma, Cancer, Lyme disease, Head Traumas,
Many surgeries, bowel obstruction and infection
For those with health issues, life can really hit rock bottom
Pain can be unbearable and also be ongoing
Near death experiences are as scary as can be
But, I tell you this because you can heal and you can survive
You can find ways to get through the pain
You can adapt however possible to still do what you love to do
Never give up what you believe in, no matter what
You can still create to get through things
You can still write, as much as you can
It is never easy, but it is in fact possible
To keep dreaming, to keep trying, to keep fighting
To be all you can be with whatever you are faced
You may feel stuck, but just not there yet and I testify
---- You CAN do it ---
Heidi Sands
5/7/18
Every night she lays in bed and crys,
All she wants is someone to hold her all through the night.
She sits there and wonders why life is so hard,
Why she has been delt this card in life.
Her family always blames her when things go wrong,
She just wishes she could die.
She looks at the sharp knife in the kitchen,
Should I just end it now.
No one will miss me, no one cares.
She takes it to the bathroom ,
and takes it to her wrist.
She starts to cry,
and drop to her knees.
Than she thinks I've made it this far,
I can do this.
Loved to ‘get down’
When I was a pup…but not
Now…can’t get back up!!
When life's treacherous trek becomes more than I can bear,
And it seems there is no deliverance from my deep despair,
I repeat these words of reassurance that will soothe my woe:
"I can do all things through Him who gives me strength!", I know!
When I am faced with seemingly insurmountable goals,
And my dreams and aspirations are dashed on desolate shoals,
With these encouraging words I can conquer any foe:
"I can do all things through Him who gives me strength!", I know!
(Philippians 4:13)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 1 in John Freeman's "Faith versus Poetry" Contest - December 2011
If I could climb inside your heart I would
seal all the cracks that let love spill away..
I would breathe in to your soul with words
of romance and sweet times for all your days..
I would crawl into your dreams and show a
picture show of love and warmth that gleams..
But I'm just a man who could only offer a paper
full of words and kind thoughts..
A shoulder to catch a tear or two and maybe
some comfort of love I was taught..
Whether across the hall or a country away..
close your eyes and feel my words any day..
in a country of 335 million people
one of the richest more educated places
on the entire planet
the largest economy,
the best military
still for now a democratic country
is this the best we can do
choose between three old white men
as our next leader
and the leader of the world ?
a clearly delusional NYC ex reality TV star president
still talking about draining the swamp
and fighting the evil deep state
destroying the government in the process
as he and his cronies loot the country
a gadfly Senator ex Brooklyn Jew from small town Vermont
formenting radial revolution
yet failing to excite anyone but the young
and those falling behind
and a professional politician who has been around for decades
calling to restore the old failed status quo
saying that he can restore competence to the government
hoping that the third time is the famous charm
dear God if you exist
is this the best we can do?
nothing but silence
as God does not answer my plea
Deanna likes her old fashion pink plastic snap curlers.
Has brought them to Ethyl at the beauty shop since 1968.
Hair has survived fifty-one years of the same style
Unfortunately, when she gets there she is told Ethyl has passed.
She trusts none of these other whippersnappers.
What would they know about pink snap curlers?
She doubts they could pop them together, let alone brush her out.
Teasing is probably something they have never been taught.
What about the special cans of hairspray Ethyl keeps for her?
“I can do it, Miss Deanna,” one of the young ones says.
She shakes her head sadly.
She did not even get here until about twenty-five years ago.
What would she know about it?
She leaves clutching her pink snap curlers, angry at Ethyl for dying.
This is her third bad experience this week.
What is up with all these seventy year olds?
What is this need they have to die?
P-rophecy- miraculous power
O-bserves everything
E-duces easily-
T-he starting, the ending
Poet is not prophet but-
poet can touch-
the sky, the sun, the moon,
the light, the dark,
the life, the death,
the heaven, the hell
poet can whisper-
the birds, the green leaves
the flora, the fauna
poet can speak-
with own-self
with others without hesitation
with seen, with unseen
poet can do everything
with pure cured feeling
-February 01, 2019 Chattogram
....Whom strenghtens me.................................
My Father knows that this child's life has been strewn
Littered about with sorrows, sins and darkness ? Still these eyes
Behold his infant innocent; seven years old hearing about, Lord Jesus....
Amid the turmoil a life for their very first time: perhaps, and left wishing ?
Deliverence from that her starless night; love as light this, tiny heart
Twas not my road, of meant to be; a different passage was drawn for me: time
Etched her truth his spirit the valley, where tears shall fall: purity swept away and flesh
Fulfilling it's call; offering a scorpion in exchange these fertile eggs ? Vehement their cries when
The King did say, Woe unto you hypocrites, for you have taken away the key of knowledge....
An open sepulchre entering not yourselves ? High places black robes; convicting hades, your ghost.
As I arise to face a new day
The governments in foul play.
Taxation is a total drain
Crime is a money gain
Pollution clouds my membrane
Healthcare is a crying shame
Love can be a constant pain
Hatred may never end.
You ask me what, I CAN DO
I measure life as you do to.
To de-value one's life, is everyones issue
Reguardless of circumstantial views.
Put yourself in someone elses shoe's
It may very well, oneday be you.
Blaming, fighting, fear & pain
We all know it, there's nothing to gain.
No sense in crying, establishment blues
It only feeds the anger, we fuel
Its human nature, win or lose
Chose not to be like them
Love unconditionally thats your tool.
You ask me what I CAN DO.
I measure life as you do to
Theres only so much one can do
To acknowledge & challenge, for change
Is the power within you.
Responsibility lies, in what we CAN DO
When time to give, gift with a open heart
A peaceful demeanor, is a pure start...
Two little men from winney- can- do, went out for a day trip to the zoo. They packed a big
lunch, and filled up the car, for the trip to the zoo was really quite far.
When they arrived, and had a look round, they were astonished at what they had found.
There were lions and tigers, monkeys and giraffe. The two men were having a really good
laugh.
But when they reached the reptile house, they had to be quiet as a mouse. For the biggest
croc that lived in the park, had broken out in the dark. They knew he was in there, but didn’t
know where; the two men were really and truly quite scared.
Then all of a sudden one of them sneezed, and fell over backwards into a big tree.
A rustle of branches and then a big scream, this can’t be happening, this must be a dream.
The man called out to his friend all concerned, then heard a big growl and slowly turned.
There in front of him sat on a rock, was a giant and rather angry big croc.
The man froze with fear and just couldn’t run, and with one snap ended up in the big crocs
tum.
So if you ever go to winney-can-do, please don’t ever visit the zoo.
To justify the dream
realize the potential of music
to mirror tones emotionally with caution
Shadowing night
through the hour of hymns
I can barely carry a tune
but, I'm an amazing listener
In sympathetic purpose
a soft sound that breaks the silence
A world that surrounds the harp
- and its magical sound
The weight of a life that is lived in rectitude
A characteristics in the process
- dwell deep within your soul
Sheltering of the true love
it need not be painful
- time for accepting
"If music be the food of love, play on"
03/02/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Famous poetic lines 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
(If music be the food of love, play on - Shakespeare)
2nd place in the contest
You Can Do It,
Yo brotha, I know you 25,
Tryin’ to stay alive,
On the south side,
You ain’t got no friends,
Since you turned away from sin,
And the sex be callin’ you back into her arms,
It’s like there be storms of temptation,
And the elation of the game and your ego’s masturbation,
My brotha, I know you 25,
With 3 kids, 2 by one, and 1 by another,
And the weight of people’s eyes keep sendin’ lies to your soul that you ain’t no good,
And you ain’t livin’ like you should,
And seems like no matter how much you press away from wrong,
You hear that siren’s song, calling you back to the game, of neighborhood fame, the playa
with no shame,
And now, you just tryin’ to stay alive,
On the South Side,
With no ride, ridin’ the El,
Beggin Jesus to speak a spell over what feels like hell,
My brotha I know those lies,
That come from hateful eyes,
But son don’t let your heart despise you.
Cause I know you, I know your soul,
It is a jewel of dreams unseen,
And days so good they seem surreal,
My son, don’t lose that zeal that drives you.
I swear he don’t always keep the storms from fallin’,
But trust me!
Don’t stop knockin’,
Don’t stop callin’,
Don’t stop screamin’, that name Jesus!
I can’t tell you that my life is heaven,
Or that I’m great like the magnificent seven,
But I’ve walked a little way in this labor of love we pay,
So that all will love one day,
So just let me say,
Don’t give your hope away,
Cause brother I know,
And your Lord’s still got some tricks to show,
So don’t let you fervor go,
Cause you can do it!!!