Best Give Me A Hand Poems
So you say you want to sit on MY cloud.
The view, you say, is rainbows and bluebirds.
I understand you hate your polyester,
Dishwasher safe, blue light special cloud.
It is weak, sagging under the weight of your expectations.
It is no longer fluffy, no longer billowy, no longer white.
It is empty and dingy and flat. Like your soul.
You can't see the best part of my cloud because it is on the inside,
Where it is built from the sweat of a hundred strong women like me.
Where the walls glisten from the tears shed as others like yourself tried to steal our cloud's glory.
But like this cloud, though we look soft and billowy, we are steel, cursing forth our thunder and glaring bolts of lightning to protect ourselves and our own.
My cloud is high now, but it has had its lows.
Where were you when others avoided and mocked us as nothing more than valley fog?
When the view consisted of puddles of want and winds of despair?
Did you once offer me a seat on your cloud?
Did you give me a hand up? Or were you too busy looking down on me?
So excuse me if I block your sun, ruin your picnic, cancel your flight.
But I will never ignore you.
Come closer and I will whisper a message in your ear:
HEY, YOU, GET OFF OF MY CLOUD!!!!
Silent cry of Loneliness
Setting by the window
Feeling all alone
Wishing and hoping someone
Would call me on the phone
Feeling hurt, broke down
And so depressed
Looking at my life
Wondering what a mess
Empty on the inside
Is what I now feel
Realizing in my heart that
The pain is now real
No one will call or
Speak to me a word
The silence of loneliness
Now can be heard
Lonely and ashamed with
My head hanging low
Crying many tears flowing
Freely than before
All kind of thoughts keep
Flashing through my mind
And I try to defeat them
Time after time
Can anyone see the
Loneliness deep inside
Can you see within myself
What I try hard to hide
The silence of loneliness
Is pleading for help
Fighting with the emptiness
Deep within myself
This disease has left me
In a nerve wrecking state
Begging and pleading
Before it’s too late
Calling on someone to
Give me a hand
Someone who cares and
Really understand
What can I do, and
What is my choice?
Not even a sound,
Not even a voice
All that I see is a
Much horrifying end
This is what happens
When you trust loneliness
To be your friend.
I've been hurt so many times before,
but still my heart always longs for more,
of someone who will be with me,
and knows being together is meant to be.
Someone there when I'm in need,
of something that can help me lead,
the struggles that I face in life,
and get me through all of this strife.
Someone who will give me a hand,
when it feels like it's the very last strand,
the one who loves me for me,
and loves me unconditionally.
Someone who can keep my thoughts at bay,
knows how to show me the right way,
has the best of me in mind,
and at the end of the day can help me unwind.
Someone there to dry my tears,
help me conquer all my fears,
able to keep my frustrations low,
when I feel like I'm about to blow.
Someone who can always be there,
no matter what time and no matter where,
who accepts all of the things I do,
and can truthfully say I love you.
I know there is someone out there for me,
Hopefully waiting for us to be,
with each other finally,
I the lock and they the key.
Dear Alan Titmarsh, how are you.
I do hope you and everyone else, enjoyed themselves at the do.
If you are ever in Ruddington,could you please give me a hand.
I’m trying so hard to create a garden, with a matchbox sized piece of land.
I don’t seem to have green fingers at all.
All the heads of the flowers, just jump off, when I’m playing football.
Everything I touch, and try to grow, seems to shrivel up and die.
It doesn’t seem to matter, just how hard I try.
Today I have just planted the Christmas tree in a tub,
I hope it doesn’t get some awful bug .
I want it to grow, but everyone keeps telling me it will die.
If it does I will cry.
Next Christmas I want this tree outside with fairy lights on it.
But if it dies my husband will bin it.
Yesterday I planted 100 bulbs all in tubs
,
But they will probably go to Australia or get eaten by grubs.
Last week I watch the secret garden on TV,
That is how I really want mine to be.
So please can you come and give me a hand,
And create me a beautiful garden, with this matchbox size piece of land.
He held my hand when I was down
She took my hand to help me out
They clapped for me when I got up
She hugged me to make my day brighter
I do not know these people and they do not know me
Yet when I need it, they give me a hand
I dropped my books he picked them up
I was lost she showed the way
I was feeling sick they stayed with me to see I was okay
They say high school is hard
In addition, no one looks your way
They say life is rough
Deal with it yourself your own way
However, when I needed a hug, a hand, or a tiny clap
The high scholars I do not know well, they had my back.
This is everything that happened to me on my first week off school a tiny freshmen like me is lucky to be at GHS
When up I was growing, awed and confused,
sure was not I of which road to choose.
For binary my soul and dellusioned my mind,
I dallied at crossroads and worried not time.
Advised by my parents, mentors and teachers,
and hell and damnation from gospelling preachers.
And I young of youth so impressionable dear,
grasped for their words but availed not my ear.
For swayed by the Devil, so I was told,
of treasures of pleasures of counterfit gold.
Timidly, more boldly, I sought new sensation,
of carnal reality I made preservation.
But conscience was bothered and remorsely did grow,
my feet they did ponder of which way to go.
Temptation too great for me to withstand,
I cried unto GOD to give me a hand.
But His Holy Doctrine is not found in haste,
but abnegate the world with a seedling of faith.
Of frustrating skeptisisim I became apostate
and inclined toward autism and apathetic fate.
Drifting and squinting thru lusts' glaring light,
a glutenous hedonist all day and all night.
Inside of me though I feared what I was doin',
would eventually bring shame sorrow and ruin.
My karma so silent then leaped with a bound,
austere retribution enveloped me round.
So drubbed for my folly and benighted transgression,
my soul it feels cauterized, I caterwaul with compunction.
Penalized and contrite, with diffident circumspect,
with empirical knoiwledge I never shall forget.
Determine soul, give me this powerful ocean
Independent spirit, fill this powerful machine
For I physically stand strong
Feel the authority on my fingertips
Phantom of mine, stand high
Day or Night
Because, nothing matters
As, I stand a individual
On this mountain so high
For I am mentally powerful
My courage behold
My eager stand back
Relax, for I am great
As a forceful person
The faith I carry for all
Give me your grime, residue
and waste
Come into my atmosphere
Breath the air I breath
Touch the sky as I
Passion is in my soul
Vampire, shadow and zombie
Give me a hand
Help me save this land
This dirt and sand
It's at war everyday
It's sad to say
Determine, I need you to stay
Independent spirit, fill this machine
My powerful machine
The one with so many words
zealous,secure,brave,dedicated,
harmony, love, unity, and concord
We don't need fighting in the lions den
The frustration we put in the soil
The storms we bring in the skies
I will stand next to my stray
Shake hands with my competitor,
traitor, and opponent
For all shall make me solid
My courageous beast go to sleep
This world will be at peace
Because , I'll be there
D.L.V
Hey up me old mucker,
how`s tha doing me old mate,
where did tha get that big shiner?
has tha bin in a fate.
av cum round to see thee,
for thee to give me a hand,
cos av just had delivered,
a couple tun o sand.
am puttin extension,
on back o me house,
place is so small,
a cudnt swing a mouse.
wife keeps on moaning,
ses house is too small,
she`s gonna stop me tap,
if i dont start that wall.
so am beggin ya mate,
will tha give me a hand?
pass me sum bricks,
an mix up the sand.
wen its all finished,
al tek thee down to pub,
will have a few pints,
an sum rate tasty grub.
i can go back to me wife,
with me cap in me hand,
an thanks to me mate,
things ill be grand.
tha never did tell me,
how that got that big shiner,
but thanks a lot mate,
me best mucker, me old china.
16/5/2023
I know it, I know it well
Its to pleased myself, the lost part
Hanged in the neck and cuffed on the wrist
Whilst long ago father lived at peace, he was him
And here I claimed intelligence
Intelligence with age
Dumped in a lost century
Lost from the stools calls of its kindred
Me not from home
Me of this age, lost, lost, lost
Hey Kofi, Koofiii my son, he cried
Why not come home, back to the root, I think
Yes, yes Fofo, King-man of my name
I shall return, return, return
Return to be planted, for i see the storm approach
It shall come for me, I know, i know it well.
So give me a hand to cling to, safe and strong
Give me a name, a name to be identified with
Give me a tribe, a tribe to belong to
Uh, give me a wife,a wife to bear me fruits
So I shall not wane-off, so I shall not erode
This day has come, I am mad at it
It sickens my feelings, of a humane stock
It bleached me pale, striped of my black-fighting melanin
Jollying in the colds of this strange land
Like a chicken in a nest, I wriggles and twitched
For years, Even a day ago
A calabash was beaten
This gourd says a riddle I understood
Shaming the heavy metal rhythms I consumed
Then I hear them conflicted
Lucifer and Arch- angel Gabriel battles for mankind
Its my fate, I know, My destiny been gamboled
With the thoughts of yesterday and today
Each at my throat, each at my cuff
To teach a lesson, I know, I know it well.
This is the time to know it well. Before the ...
On the sea of time I sail with you
The sea is calm and the sky is blue
We are sailing for sweet dreamland
We must hurry give me a hand
Take a look at those merry dolphins
It’s a sign. Do you know what it means?
I can see through my telescope
An island full of dream and hope
Take a look at those flying seagulls
I am so excited check my pulse
O my sweetie my near and dear
Be patient we are almost there
A Tale to Tell
Walking is a very good exercise.
So I walk regular to keep myself fit perfect
Once I was walking on river side to watch twilight.
On way back, sun went down.
Twilight bade bye and I started walk back to home.
Darkness covered surroundings very soon.
That night was a night of No Moon.
My feet were too tired, I wished a car- lift.
I did not stop but was walking slow.
Meanwhile I was attracted with a sudden glow.
I chanced to see the headlight of a car,
approaching towards me not from very far.
To stop the car, I showed my hand,
and went road side to wait and stand
Car ignored me, but was in too slow motion.
I opened the back door, finding no other option.
I boarded the car and looked aslant.
Shocked to see the driver-seat lying vacant.
Car was going on its own but very slowly,
as if a man was walking unwillingly.
I was not aware of automatic car traveling alone
Where it was going or coming from all along!
I heard, in this region ghosts might loiter,
Might be he was the invisible driver.
So long I got no harm, no need of tension.
Also the car was going on my direction.
I encouraged myself not to get frightened.
Ghost might be helpful to be redefined.
All on a sudden the car made a stop.
I got out from the car just on a gallop.
With rapid heart- beats I stood on roadside.
A tired person came out from behind.
Noticing me the man rejoiced
and with relief he voiced
“How lucky am I ! Here you stand.
To push the car, give me a hand.
Let us take the car to nearest garage.
So long I am pushing the car all alone.
Luck favored me as you are shown.”
What a blunder had I done, coming out of car !
I should depend on the ghost-driver.
I was bound to push the car.
Of course i had moral responsibility to do so.
He was so grateful to me.
I didn't disclose that I was coming comfortably
sitting on the car pushed by him.
My mother told me years ago.
That I was a king by right.
I didn't really understand,
So I looked it up that night.
It turns out some famous people,
Napoleon, queen Christina and lord Byron,
Not forgetting Alexander the Great.
They were all born "with a veil"
All caulbearers with the hand of fate.
Sailors would pay lots of money
For a prized veil,for their lucky charm.
It was said,it would stop them from drowning,
Keeping them safe from harm.
My mother said I was born with a caul,
And good luck will give me a hand.
With some of the things that have happened in my life,
Now I understand.
THE NEST
It was during the summer of 2014,
We were about to get into the car,
When my wife and I looked across the lawn,
And saw something that was quite bizarre.
There was something that was hanging,
From a low branch on our tree,
It was the biggest, darn wasp’s nest,
That we ever did see.
The nest was really pretty active,
Wasps flew in and out of a little hole,
I wanted to get a closer look as my thoughts,
Consisted of just 2 words – Pest Control.
So I made a trip to Home Depot,
And bought 3 cans of wasp and hornet spray,
The instructions said use when the sun goes down,
So that’s what I did at the end of the day.
So I stood about 20 feet away,
From where the giant wasp nest hung,
The cans wouldn’t spray that far, so I moved closer,
Praying that I wouldn’t get stung.
I aimed for that little hole in the nest,
And I emptied the 3 cans of spray,
It seemed like all it did was made the wasps angry,
So I thought it was a good idea to back away.
I decided not to call an exterminator,
And waited until it started to get cold,
By the time November rolled around,
The nest was about 3 months old.
By that time I saw no activity,
And wanted to remove the nest from the tree,
My wife said she would give me a hand,
Which surprised the hell out of me.
So she held up a black garbage bag,
As I cut the nest from the tree,
The nest fell gently into the bag,
As a result that branch looked kind of empty.
The nest was twice the size of a basketball,
It was on a branch only 6 feet off the ground,
When it came down, it was surprisingly light,
It couldn’t have weighed much more than a pound.
My wife had a great idea, and she asked
If our local Library would like the nest.
Well, the staff really appreciated the donation,
And a debt of gratitude was expressed.
So after a few months being attached to my tree,
Where the nest occupied some space,
It’s now at the Middle Country Library for all to see,
On display inside of a glass case.
There's a monster in the mirror...reflections of rage and toxic terror
No it can't be...that monster's not me
Surrounded by shadows of doom and defeat
Slave in a Satanic sideshow...and I used to be free
God,don't forget about me!
There's a monster in the mirror...I detest what i see
There's a mad man in the mirror...chaos and confusion now seen clearer
Seeing the truth and seeing the error
Like evil evolution my soul starts to stir
Flying in a frenzy like a billion blind birds
Wrong ways and wicked words
Live by the lie soon I'll die by the sword
Lost life is rotting like a corpse
From darkness,Lord,I want a divorce
God give me a hand cause I know you hear me
There's a mad man in the mirror...I don't like what I see
There's a mortal in the mirror...rescued from the flames...redeemed from the fire
The light of love diminishes death
Now seeing and hearing and breathing life's breath
Looking right and looking left...still small seeds sprout into mighty towers and trees
Giving and receiving and believing I'm free
Black ravens turn into white doves
Dawn of a new day...Father,Holy spirirt,and Sacrificial Son
Lower than the angels and higher than the beasts
Reserrected and risen...rinsed and cleaned
There's a mortal in the mirror...no dirt...no demon dreams...divine is what I see
I remember the darkest day
When my only dream faded away.
But you never could see my soul,
So tonight I am ready to fall.
Every day's just another fight
And I'm slowly dying inside.
But you never could heal my scars,
So tonight I won't see the stars.
I'm alone in this broken place,
All I want is to see your face.
But you' never could feel my pain,
So I know that you'll leave me again.
I can't hear the sound of my heart,
'Cause tonight I have fallen apart.
But you never could give me a hand,
So I won't even try to stand.
I've been running for thousand years,
I've been hiding in silent tears.
But you never could hear me scream...
So give me just one more dream.