Best Fellowman Poems
Our hearts have chambers, four in all;
like caves, they are defined and seen.
But there are hidden caves within
where our emotions live between.
The Cave of Love, the largest one,
is filled, but sometimes shuts its door.
Much better to keep it ajar
so give and take can flow, restore.
And next to it, the Cave of Faith;
it feeds our hearts with gifts of trust
in God, our Earth and those we love;
and also in ourselves, a must.
Along with Faith, the Cave of Hope
puts sunshine in our hearts so bright,
that lifts us up no matter what,
through sunny days or dark of night.
The Cave of Service in our heart
is filled with help to fellowman;
must keep its contents flowing out...
a part of our survival plan.
At last, the Cave of Thankfulness
provides an echo loud and strong.
Our hearts get fuller with the joy
when gratefulness sings its sweet song.
Heart chambers hold the beat and flow
that keep our bodies so alive.
But unseen caves where "heartfelt" lives,
our magic inner selves survive.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Marathon Mile 16
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 02/05/2019
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Caves
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 08/07/2016
One in a million’s not enough
To say what he meant to me.
One from out of the whole wide world
That is what the theme should be.
He was my son, my only son,
The first of my children three.
I knew that I was truly blessed
When God sent him down to me.
He was born hungry so he cried
For a bit those first few days,
Until his mother understood
The feeding schedule maze.
Once his hunger was satisfied
And he had begun to grow
No sweeter child has ever lived
Nor delightful one to know.
His complexion would put to shame
Any model’s of the day,
His nature, that of an angel,
Was his for a lifelong stay.
He welcomed first little sister
When he turned the age of two.
No jealously did he display
And he knew to be gentle too.
He had pets and he treated them
With great tenderness and care.
If anyone or thing was hurting
My son was the first one there.
His elementary teacher said,
When trouble brewed on school ground,
My son found the way to fix it
If a fair fix could be found.
He had a very brilliant mind.
He read books to make him think.
If we had a knotty problem
He’d be first to fix the kink.
He gave measure for full measure
And then gave just a bit more
When dealing with his fellowman
Whether they were rich or poor.
He loved this world we all live in
And could always find a way
To find enjoyment in it.
He made the best of every day.
He brought me no pain or sorrow,
But filled my heart with pride
And happy to be his mother
Until the sad day he died.
God sent His angels down for him,
Just before he turned fifty-six.
He’d been born with a heart problem
Even my bright son couldn’t fix.
won 6th place in Linda marie's One in a Million contest.
For One in a Million Contest
The days, they quickly come and go
who knows about tomorrow.
Will we greet another day
be touched by joy or sorrow?
Why do we waste our precious time
on things like greed and hate
when any day could be the one
we're called to Heavens' gate?
From this day on I choose to live
and fill my life with love
to share the gifts that I've received
from our Lord above.
I'll use my voice to trample hate
where ever it is heard.
Where ever there's a broken heart
I'll place a soothing word.
As these days pass quickly by
I'll do the best I can
to plant the seeds of goodness
into my fellowman.
If I proclaim to love the Lord
but hate my fellowman,
the Bible says I'm lying. Love,
not hate, is in His plan.
Bad attitudes towards others
if they're fueled day and night,
soon morph into destructive hate,
a vitriolic blight.
Though love can be so powerful,
hate can be just as strong.
We don't like to admit sometimes
our feelings are so wrong.
We choose to sugarcoat the truth
when hate is in our hearts.
We cling to euphemisms
while we throw our poison darts.
Sometimes we're hypocritical,
refusing to confess
to sins like hate; yet we still think
the Lord will surely bless!
Those motivated by ill will
will never know true peace.
They'll moan throughout a friendless life
and find no sweet release.
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
Resilience and fortitude; weathered the wilderness
where an unlearned cabin-patch man snatches
every book his hands can capture, then captures
our hearts, tall, even taller with his top hat —
a silk black band added after his beloved son
Willie dies. Lincoln, a man who united us
in the favor of freedom, freedom that frees the pandemic
of slavery, the dark history of whips and chains. And
furthermore we ask, “Why oh why…”
when headway is made do men continue to suffer
and hang from trees, crosses burned.
And all good men suffer with them, the agony of evil —
it was to be stamped out, and the white hoods snatched
off crazytown. If one truly believes in God, then he loves,
not hates, his fellowman and each wants the best for him —
of education, family, boundless freedom and desires
to hold hands — building a chain, not of rust, but of
trust. And we sing out, “God bless America.”
I visited the WWII museum in New Orleans. A flat map
showed the takeover of the world by forces of evil. Almost
the entire world of East and West lit up — it took my breath
away. What power quenched the burning furnaces, the
torture of peoples? When America stood up, under
the banner of “In God We Trust,” the hellfires, not
easily squelched, the brave, the spirit of the wilderness
gave all, they fought to set the captives free. Men, in general,
are not perfect but the fight for freedom is a worthy cause
and the sanity of a sound mind, a candlelight vigil of veracity
is one to be stoked. Do we continue
to fight each other, dividing, drawing lines, or pull
each other into big sloppy hugs and love’s kisses.
God bless this union called America; God’s mercy
invites us to sing with one voice; freedom’s choice.
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
7/4/2020
Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
I feel the wind gusting across my skin, lifting my hair. Unseen but I can feel the evidence of the wind
and see it in the gentle sway of the meadow grass. I choose to believe, daily, to have faith in God, like the unseen wind.
I've been given answers to most of my questions through study and the Holy Spirit. I leap upon any assumed discrepancy or contradiction I come across. I've found real, solid answers. Each thorny question has been untangled, making the path ahead ever sure.
One of my main questions when I began searching was,
“Why does scientific fact contradict the Bible?”
The answer is…it doesn't.
People are fallible and therefore our understanding can be mistaken. Interpreting the Scriptures is necessary… Just as in poetry there is symbolism and there are phrases that should be taken literally and others figuratively. After all, God is the creator, the master scientist and artist. The laws of science we understand today, and those we will only discover tomorrow, were God's laws first!
When God formed woman it says he took the rib from Adam. Rib in the original Hebrew is translated from a word that means, “curve.” We know now that gender is determined in utero through DNA, a pattern on the helix CURVE. I don't believe God created a female from Adam's rib,but that he took the female DNA from Adam, and formed Eve. Science isn't new to God, we are new to science!
Finally, not only is faith based on knowledge, understanding, choice, and the evidence of things unseen... it is a matter of the heart.
I believe in God, Jehovah, I feel his love for me in each sunrise, in the feel of my daughter's hand on my face, in the embrace of my husband. I feel that love reflecting off of me, giving me so much love for my fellowman.
I believe in God because I've seen the evidence of the things I hoped for. God has shown himself to me, allowing me to understand the love letter he wrote to us, in my heart, my mind, in my body and soul.
Unfolding.
When you kept getting up
After you've fallen
Endurance was already there
When you kept fighting
the anger in you
Peace was already there
When you understand
the why - way you behave
Knowing others is already there
When you finally let go
of low self esteem
Your true value is already there
When you did your best
to conquer your fears
Courage was already there.
When you complained
about life's injustices
Justice was already there
When you opened the door
to let isolation out
humaness was already there
When you finally got fedup
with your own misery
Happiness was already there
When you kept rejecting
your worst behaviour
Goodness was already there
When you gave up hatred
of your fellowman
God's image was already there
When you finally gave up
unrelenting guilt
A clean conscience was already there
When you felt lost
because Paradise was lost
Paradise found was already there.
Aqua Marine
Posted 2015.
This is the brawl in which my life began
For I did not live, did not become a man
Until I could speak in the chaos of the crowd
Ran with smoky eyes
Beside the living love of a fellowman
While police dogs sniffed our heels
And bit the butt of our debates
Leaving only mangled arguments
About decisions being made for us.
Today in London I measure growth
In the fraction of our blood
That flowed more like rivers before
And always I remember the taste of salt
The natal blood on my tongue
God's own symbol of my redemption
Each time I am born
So this fire alone I come fearless
Of death, longing to be born again.
To
belong
and be loved.
These are two things
the human psyche
needs in order to feel
happy and well adjusted.
When dealing with our fellowman
we should always try our very best
to season our words with love and kindness.
When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom
Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight
Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May
The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand
Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear
Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman; only a few I've seen
Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay
COST NOTHING TO DO THE CARE TO LOVE IS FREE---
It cost nothing to say ”how are you”;
It cost nothing to say that I care;
It cost nothing to pray for your fellow man
Will you won’t you just care…
Cost nothing
Cost nothing to do it, cost nothing to do it, nothing to do it;
It cost nothing to love unconditionally and
How are you as I say I care?
As I pray for you and yours
Cost me nothing to see you’re well cared for..
Cost me nothing you see
It’s all part of being in God’s holy family;
The cost of the dealt already paid for on the cross;
My choice to repent you see Jesus has already paid, paid for it;
So now my redemption is freed;
My salvation is free;
Christ has paid the price, paid up the cost for me;
It cost nothing to say “how are you”
And it cost nothing to say I love you
And it cost nothing to say I care so for you;
And that I am here
For you see God’s love is and mine is not for sale
The love we have is free
You see God’s love is free
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
To touch another soul on this journey
To affirm the value of your fellowman
To walk in the shoes of a man that’s broken
Is to walk this earth with God
To wade through murky waters
To be at peace amidst the storm
To believe that you are truly free
Is to trust in the word of God
To love in spite of animosity
To fear no one, but to do wrong
To rise up and walk each time you fall
Is to be the apple of God’s eye
~*~
Even on the cross
he forgave his fellowman...
his faith our light.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Injustice has a name!
Twenty years in prison, detained because he refused to kill
his fellowman in wartime, was against his conscience and will.
Twenty years in prison, arrested without real cause
freedom of conscience there, means nothing at all.
Twenty years in prison, not even charged with committing a crime
With the whole world watching, now they are running out of time.
Twenty years in prison, without even having had a trial
Without any human dignity, experiencing all that is vile.
Twenty years in prison, he's languishing in squalor
government officials not answering, they have no valor.
Twenty years in prison, even warned by the UN and others
but they keep on arresting even children and grandmothers.
Twenty years in prison, subsistence living, no healthy diet
what if it happened here, would everyone keep it quiet?
Twenty years in prison, the world says enough is enough!
Yes injustice has a name...it's called ERITREA!
John Derek Hamilton
January 13,2015
The sharp horn of the rhino cannot protect his kingdom
The ivory cache of the elephant cannot buy his freedom
Hide the bullets from the machine gun
He aims at his children and fellowman
The sharp thorn of the boma cannot protect his village
From the suicide bomber who seeks only to pillage
His pride 'The King of the Jungle' is shot
Hunted and endangered by the men for sport
Shave his beard to give him a new expression
Take off his old veil to shed his radicalization
African minds aspire for a new economic empire
Aiming for the west, Africa is caught in the crossfire