Best Deed Poems
When darkness spreads across the land,
and storm clouds form above;
a friend will be there, outstretched hand,
and offer you their love.
They stand beside you through the dark,
and always without strings,
to help you make it ‘round the mark;
the wind beneath your wings.
Whenever doubt forms in my mind
my writing is sub-par;
with your encouragement I find
my muse becomes a star.
June 23, 2018
Those good deeds can be done by all,
By young or old, by short or tall.
A smile may be the very thing
That makes a shriven heart to sing.
A tender hearted, richer man
Who writes a check because he can
Is no more blessed than is the one
Whom a much smaller deed has done.
An arm to help across the street,
A meal for homeless man to eat.
His faith in humankind restore
With food for lost dog at your door.
“The poor is with us”, Jesus said,
“In need of food, a home, a bed.”
You will find there's nothing to it.
Just see a need and then go do it.
Trouble, trouble in the mown rye!
Sneaky snakes slither round and by,
silently squeezing through rubble
in the mown rye, trouble, trouble!
Sneaky snakes eat rats in the field,
mice and bugs that damage the yield.
Common problems farmers must beat.
Rats in the field, sneaky snakes eat.
Friendship extends to snakes today.
Sneaky snakes are welcome to stay.
Sneaky snakes are the farmers' friends.
To snakes today, friendship extends.
Give thanks, give thanks to sneaky snakes!
The farmers' friends that up the stakes
keeping deeds away from the banks!
To sneaky snakes give thanks, give thanks!
Autumn presents its scheduled deed
as it ends summer with a wow
and sees the chance to fill a need
for letting Nature zzz for now.
Since spring and summer put up much
as revver post cold winter's round,
new fall's esse will be the crutch
to peep how nature's rest be found.
'Fore winter's sleep, fall's radar says
its solos must lead to the end
with burnished colors, redder rays...
repaper summer's fading trend,
make way for winter's sleepy eve
just like it did the year before,
while roots and buds will eke, conceive
ere spring rebirths her next encore.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Palindromes II
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 10/24/2018
Girls are like pianos in deed and simile
When well tuned they giggle and smile
When annoyed they prop and empathize
When spoiled they demand and emphasize
He who can make a girl laugh can make her upright
Then they grow glassy and fabulously bright
They become wily strong and pretty useful
Being good they go to heaven very beautiful
The saddest thing a girl can is to dump down herself
And then be a soaked wet coat hanging on the shelf
A poet needs.....
to be seen...
with words shown,
A poet heeds....
poetic dreams....
to be known,
A poet indeed...
sows such seed...
when sharing thoughts of own.
Sequel to "The Dream"
I came from a funeral
With tears I couldn't see;
For I killed my lover
Who wouldn't love me.
His mouth with soft lips
That lit his sweet face
Brought a vision of sorrow
For a lonely grave's place.
For he did deceive me
And I couldn't find rest;
Till I turned and I slew him
I knew this was best.
I stood there beside him
With a spade in the clay;
Tomorrow I'll forget him
But I’ll shed tears today.
it's deeds not a race
shall we ever understand!?
behavioral deeds
Who expects to do a deed of kindness...
doesn't it happen unexpectedly?
Late this afternoon strolling down wide streets
with blooming oaks that smelled heavenly,
I helped a blind woman cross an intersection where kids
race on motorbikes with earphones plugged in their ears.
Teens blasting music laughed hysterically at her who's of advanced age,
and screaming they insulted her " Stay home, old fart...don't walk.
by yourself, many crazy boys will run you over and not look'! "
" Shout your foolish mouths! " I fetched words of rage.
" Has any of you done a deed of kindness today? Even the smallest one can make
you proud to have a golden heart! " Listen to this guy! Nice people suck! "
The tallest and scruffiest one said giving me the finger. " Wait until I am finished,
then you wish you had never made that sick remark! "
My voice raised and thundered rising eyebrows in the busy park,
" Do a deed of kindness today, help others in need and be blessed! "
Lots of folks cheered and approached me while the punks ran off,
" They are trouble makers and they think they are so tough! "
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Today’s Good Deed
In your open hand
I placed a red rose petal upon it
You looked up at me in puzzlement
Curiosity won over fear
I replied “ the rose petal fell from the sky”
As I tried to capture and hold, it fluttered to your hand
I am sorry, was not I… simply the wind
You smiled retrieving your hand back to the pen
umm, ummm , excuse me miss
Sorry to disturb encore
You looked up, maybe even wishing me gone
I looked down, how does one fix that frown?
These by the way are for you, please, absorb the fragrance
Twelve lovely red roses
Oh but now your face is the absolute same color
Your frown is a smile
Alas beauty has fallen onto beauty
The mist of yesterdays tear, evaporates
but but but stranger man, why me?
The rose petal was a sign for us both you see
You so wished to know there is kindness in this world
I so wished to make anyone at all smile, even but for a moment
So you see, we both have achieved a goal today
I bid you good day, wishing thee well with flowery bouquet
Off I went, across the street, lurking in the shadows
Following close behind, almost empty street
Behind, a wire quickly wrapped around the neck
I slit the throat, blood spurting to the skies
Shock and wonder, why why why?
Death though came fast, I walked away
The roses made her smile only for a moment
Ah but her stalkers death by my hands.............
Shall wipe the sadness and frown
Her fears you see, I just drowned
In blood
NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
SAY ADIEU TO EUROPE AS IT EDDIES TO THE DRAIN
THE DEMISE WILL BE SLOW WITH BLOOD WITH PAIN
THERE IS AN INVASION ALL EUROPE IS UNDER SIEGE
BY DEDICATED JIHADISTS DISGUISED AS REFUGEES
THEY WILL SLOWLY COLONIZE INTO URBAN CENTERS
OBEYING SHARIAH DEMANDED BY THEIR MENTORS
THEY WILL REFUSE TO ACCEPT LOCAL TRADITIONS
AMASS LARGE AREAS FOR ISLAMIC IMPOSITIONS
ESTABLISH NO GO ZONES TABOO FOR THE LOCALS
CALL TO PRAYER RITUALS WITH ARABIC VOCALS
ONCE SETTLED WILL COME CONSTANT AGITATIONS
CAUSING RIOTS AND UNENDING PROVOCATIONS
AVOIDING BEING CALLED RACIST LOCALS CEDE
YIELDING TRADITIONS TO SATE INVADERS’ NEED
LOOKING AROUND OSLO YOU’LL THINK ITS IRAN
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLAXEN HAIRED BEAUTIES GONE
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OF MEDIEVAL SAVAGES THE MODERN DAY LOCUSTS
EVENTUALLY THE LOCALS WILL BECOME AWARE
BUT IT MAY COME LATE FOR THOSE IN DESPAIR
IMPORTANT TO RECOGNIZE GENEROSITIES WOES
OFFERED TO INGRATES THAT ARE IDEOLOGICAL FOES
HOUSING, FOOD AND FREEDOM IS OPENLY FURNISHED
A JOYOUS SPIRIT OF GOODWILL FOREVER TARNISHED
I told her I would walk her dog,
She had been ill, was in a fog.
So off we went on our little jog
When Fido spied a pesky frog.
Off at a sprint, over a log,
And the two of us landed in a bog.
Clothing's wet, it's all a-sog
Because of this here blasted dog.
Neighbours eyes are all agog
As back up the street the two of us slog.
So the next time she offers a cup of grog
I'll not be suckered into walking the dog.
for Dane Ann Smith Johnsen's "good Deeds" contest
Back when McGee was a fireman
A fairly long time in the past
He thought he'd go for a little walk
And feeling quite up to the task
That was until he saw a site
That was cute in a curious way
There he was , that little boy Shawn
Playing as he did everyday
But this time he sat in a wagon Bright Red
With a ladder tied to the side
And a hose he held very tight in his hand
As a dog and a cat pulled his ride
So McGee played along, and said "Hey there, Chief,
That's a fine fire engine for sure
But I notice your team is unevenly yoked
It's Ok though, cause I have the cure
I see that the rope that's tied to the dog
Is cinched to the collar 'round his neck
But the rope's 'round the testicles of the poor cat
The problem is this I suspect"
Then McGee started switching the rope on the cat
To his collar to equal the chore
But Shawn stood up and protested loudly
"So, I won't have a siren no more"
Donate a dollar,
Paint the sky,
Adopt a pet,
Oh my!
Share with another,
Give a bit of happiness,
Help an elder,
We'll eradicate the sadness.
Talk to the lonely,
Help the frail,
Be brave,
Let a mind sail.
Teach something new,
Give a new child,
Cry for an old life,
Go a little wild!
Love with a heart,
Create with passion,
Share with joy,
Show your emotion!
Someday, we'll all be okay,
So let's patiently wait for that day.
Try to do good
Smile. Be nice
When asked for a favor
Don't have to think twice
I 'm charitable, generous
Believe that kindness is key
Trust good karma is cyclical
It'll come back to me
But disillusion and pain
Is all I get in return
Lies and backstabbing
Somehow tables get turned
I'm portrayed as a villain
That I am to blame
For all your misfortune
It's part of your game
You play on my sympathies
Take advantage of me
Then twist and manipulate
Rewrite history
You are the reason I can't trust a soul
Why I hide in the darkness
I'm always alone
I'm tired with hurting
Done being played
Lost faith in everyone
Always feeling betrayed
But you are the farmer
You watered this seed
No good deed goes unpunished
You did this to me