Best Healthiness Poems


Premium Member Between All Or Nothing

There is balance in the rhythm of life
A give and take for which we strive
In the middle between all or nothing
We find our own path to survive

Caring for others unconditionally 
An altruistic motive though unrealistic
To want to care for others is generous
For some it can become fatalistic

We must take care of ourselves first
Though to think only of ourselves is wrong
We donate time or money if we have it
If we give all we can't sustain for long

Financial gifts cannot leave one penniless 
Self caring responsibly requires healthiness
Imagine giving time until one is senseless
There is a balance that requires gentleness 

Self care and caring of others is healthy
Even as children learn about sharing
Limits are important also for the wealthy 
Finding boundaries a necessity for caring


July 25, 2018


Take Care Of Yourself First Contest
By Caren Krutsinger
Honorable Mention

Happy Birthday

FOR MA’RUFAH ODETUNDUN
Humanitarianism, humility...be your professed mien, Hajiah.
Although sceptics abound everywhere with satirical sarcasm,
Project a sanguine character, prophylaxiating stray focusedness;
Perhaps all their perspiration will drain in the sewage of oblivion.
Yours will be coveted excellence on your path to professionalism.

Banality is the bane of life vis-a-vis the hereafter.
Indeed, even you’d cast preference on the inexhaustible eternity.
Rue you shall not for sardonic conceit in your benign character
Till you reach the peak of your professional career, against all odds.
Happy birthday should not be excepted from this didactic acrostic, 
Dear, and healthiness, long life and progress—all constitute my wishes.
As you continue to lead a modest life deserving of emulation, 
You shall be elevated to desired heights till you sight your expectations.

Football, It's Bigger Than Jesus

Football, 
it tests your faith, 
it makes you pray, 
it plays out lessons
and thousands sing along. 
It will teach sportsmanship and respect, 
it inspires healthiness and clean living.
Clubs sit in the heart of the community, 
millions attend each weekend. 
It makes you happy, 
it makes you cry,
but both bring people together.
It creates a conversation between strangers all over the world. 
Those that attend or follow, fund the game, just like religion,
but unlike religion in the summer it goes away. 
Football is the religion that's real, 
it unites people all over the world, 
football has done what no religion could do, 
unite billions without fear, guilt, or preach,
freedom it breeds, they freely choose a team,
religions war and bleed, actions of no dream.
Common in both is greed,
but football won't tell you what you need,
whereas the told need in religion feeds its greed.
One creates memories to treasure,
one an excuse to fight wars forever.
Both are man made by god made man,
but with football there is freedom, 
no rules, no demands, no wars for lands,
just thousands of strangers, free, as one in the stands.

Football is one with humanity and humanity is one with football.

Football is bigger than Jesus.

30/08/18
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Beauty

Beauty, beauty 
I love beauty 
For beauty is cleanliness 
And cleanliness is godliness 
Beauty is healthiness 
It is satisfaction 
So take action 
Love beauty 
For this is reality 
Beauty is the light 
Brightening your corner 
She is superior 
Beauty is forever 
She looks too good 
Tasty like a good food 
There goes beauty 
Every one want beauty 
Beauty here, beauty there 
Beauty, beauty every where

Do You Believe In Magic

Do you believe in magic? It’s just fantasies you say?
Well let me try to show you how it’s there for you each day
Have you ever thought of someone you’ve not seen for quite some time?
Someone you really love and miss but don’t know how to find?
Yet after pensive, focused thought as strange as it may seem
That person gets in touch with you, almost like in a dream
Coincidence you want to think but is it more than that?
Does the magic of your focused thought create a love place mat?
Then when you’re feeling doubtful of an action you might take
Something way deep down inside of you tells you it’s a mistake
You listen to that little voice that’s shouting this is wrong
And later learn of tragedy on the path you might have gone
Did imagination play a part in feeling what you felt?
Or does magic intuition help to deal what cards we’re dealt?
Have you ever felt the deep remorse for someone who has passed?
You still hear and see and feel them yet they’re gone and you’re aghast!
You spend endless hours just thinking of the times you shared with them
You take tearful walks and wonder if you’ll ever meet again.
Then one magic night it happens in the midst of love’s sweet dreams.
There they are with smiles and loving eyes and healthiness supreme.
It’s a dream so real you feel that you’ve indeed gone back in time.
And you wake up really wondering was it real or just in mind.
Have no doubt it really happened with the magic of your love
For the loved ones that we love and lose reach out from up above
To let us know in sweet dreams that they now are doing fine
And to help in bringing closure to your heart and soul and mind.
It’s the magic that we’re blessed with that helps guide us day by day
And we only need deep love and faith to see it on display.

Premium Member Innocence Lost

Infants fill in speaking muse
in motion slacks

Children fill in leaking emotional cracks
in home and family's nurturing support
with deaf and blind lies 
of eternal ever after 
nursing happiness

Democratic healthiness,
free and freeing 
first amending communications
grasped quickly
before autocratic adolescence 
turns down our brighter sight.

As with one little light,
so with the great transitioning many 
too old
to innocently fight

Wounded future children
filling in leaking communion cracks
in synergetic EarthHome
and EarthFamily's nurturing support
with monoculturally deaf 
and monotheistically blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing AnthroAutocratic happiness.


Spring

distant hill
a river carrying
the spring
 
waters of spring
father backstrokes
into healthiness
 
spring drizzle
the bipinnate leaves
fold into shyness
 
spring day
spots of rosiness
in the bud
 
spring morning
a rose wallah 
dresses a boquet

Sayonara Mother Thirteen Years Ago Back In Time Tear Drop Uno

the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast 
     in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting 
     the last three of seventy somber orbitz, 
     signify torturous custom made cage

whose darkening shades of gray 
housed a weakened Harriet Harris, 
     an ashen corpse lay 
no doubt a grown changeling dust play

a cruel trick, and soul of me mum didst slay, 
so...tis with great difficulty aye write this poem today
cathartic to brush off self denunciation, 
     an albatross that dust way
 
heavily incriminating, ostracizing this mind of mine, 
recurring every year comb May fourth a line 
codifying, delineating, earmarking,  
     and doth likened 
     to elementary school Boyer 

     as in  Henry Kline 
no less painful reflection plus unavoidable, 
     hence this middle aged man lets feelings incline
toward self expression this anniversary 
     revisiting re: deign
 
upon memorializing general up beat
defiance at death of thine late mother, 
     where disease rabidly did eat 
ting her til she expired, 
     this singular married heir 
     set himself a writing fete

wordlessly mouths never expressed greet
unbeknownst reeders gleaning my sentiments heat
ting recollected adieu bid prior, 
     whence she angrily wanted to meet 
that accursed nemesis 
     against healthiness and repeat
  
cherished apothegm, 
     that existence offers no second act 
as she relinquished slipping tenuous weak bract
leave ving ever fainter grip upon cracked
pommel of mortality, an immutable fact
thence black knight denounced, pounced, hijacked
trounced unannounced, vanquished, lacked

motive to rival nixed, extinguished sputtering pact
fast fading joie de vivre unspoken, 
     where death rattle racked 
personal def tone accentuation tracked 
subsequent self castigation, 
     excoriation nearly whacked 

me to Timbuktu rebuking extolling bless
sing experienced from 
     this sole son for thirteen years, aye confess
when the inimitable Harriet Harris

Premium Member Unsustainable V Sustainable

Moulded electric plugs, go to landfill the earlier ones were sectional and re-useable,
 Copper tanks kept water
Hot all day; maybe two days, if they were bigger.' They were removed in the interests of
Sustainability..? Pre 1990  tv's had valves inside, they cost less to run, therefore saved
Energy..Why were they replaced with energy burning flat screen tv's.? Deisol engines
Were brought in to 'help the environment' Really.? Or was it to cause respiratory disease
And cull humans, in extra percentage points.? Why was the hydrogen engine sidlined..?
Was it to maximise capital on oil catchments already in use.? Why are bees dying out if
There are such good results, being obtained by 'So called eco initiative's' why is the U K
So called sustainable Drax power station burning Canadian trees quite old ones in fact so
People people can  charge electric cars, in a most damaging way.' Why mine lithium why
Not start re÷-using glass bottles help spread immunity to a small extent.' 
And thats whats needed strong immune systems; wasn't it ?
Use oil based paints and stains they can last 10 years instead of water based that will use trillions of gallons more as they only last 18 months
Why outsource jobs from local towns, causing further travel, or more electric burning as so
Many people having multiple pc's and ancillary electric devices at home that burn more than say six
People sharing office equipment. As a matter of fact why not use typewriters again 
To work in tandem with the pc's instead of a printer which
Teaches dexterity, and creates jobs for others, that support local economies give purpose
To people, which supports mental healthiness, and allows families to be more in touch 
If your mother or father is house bound, it's easier to be close by, again shops will be 
Used and other goods and services also.' This to my consideration is sustainability.'

Premium Member Sustain

If healthiness
grows godliness,
and godliness
grows healthiness,
why not regenerousness
co-redeems Earth's shared Eden Nest?

Healthy belongings fill Yang hunger.
Sacred belonging flows through Yin nutrition.

Industrial,
like military,
revolutions
for monoculturing power and wealth
are too much Yang short-term bottom-line.

Sustainable evolutions
for matriarchal gifting polycultural flow
is what we post-millennially higher value
as just right Yin over Yang long-term
co-empowerment
co-operations
in-formations bilateral,
deductive-industrial LeftYang
reweaving inductively sustainable flow RightYin,
as particles are to waves,
as organic cells are to digest/eliminate nutritional systems,
as thymine form is to cytosine functions,
as positive fractals are to double-bound notnot zero.

As Yang industrial periods
are to Yin flow-sustaining sentences
proclaiming regeneration wins
as decomposition loses loss.

Love manufactures
where fear's angers
pass double-bound away,
if healthiness
grows godliness.

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR THE POWER OF THE HOLY GHOST

November 12 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 1-3

Key Verse – Acts 1:8 But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR THE POWER OF THE HOLY GHOST

Praise be to God for the power of the Holy Ghost 
in our witnessing, as we always: 
Come to His presence
Cling to His protection
Continue in His principles
Carry to Him our problems
Cast to Him our pessimism 
Call unto Him through prayer
Cleave to Him amidst persecutions

Acts 2:32 Praise be to the Lord for His raising up grace:
Redeeming us from hell
Ransoming us for heaven
Reviving us with heartiness
Renewing us toward harvest
Restoring us midst helpfulness
Reforming us with hopefulness
Refreshing us along healthiness

Acts 3:6 Praise be to the Saviour for 
helping us to walk in His name by His: 
Favour for our flourishing followership
Forbearing for our faithful field-function
Faithfulness for our faith-filled fruit-bearing
Foundation for our firm focus to His freedom
Fervency for our forceful fortitude against fright. Amen!

November 12, 2024

Premium Member NEVER IMPOSSIBLE

Inspired by the fact that Stevie Wonder is a blind musician, yet has never been impeded by his disability to achieve, here am I… persisting to do my best to help my special child attain triumphant milestones.
  
Ascending amidst impossibility's attacking angst
Bravery blossoms, boasting of blessings
Cleaving to commitment with clarity
Defying despair, disability-distress…

Endeavoring with exhorting excitement exuberantly
Faith toward fruition freely fuels fulfillment for
God guards and guides by His grace…

Hoisting with hope, healing heralds healthiness 
Inspiring against infirmities toward what's impossible* to impart impactful
Joy so jubilant to fulfill tasks in life’s journey despite jeering jury… 

Kindled with kindness...
Loving my special child toward his liberation
Maximized by milestones, magnify mercy with miracles...
Not and never impossible through the Lord Who nourishes and nurtures.

*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.

April 11, 2025
1st place, "Stevie Wonder" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones; judged on 4/16/2025

I Know

I know a man by his clothes,
A woman I know also;
Do I recognise the baby?
Of course, I do by its torso.

I know bright weather from stormy,
I recognize rain from snow;
Do I notice sleet?
Of course, I do it comes down on show.

I know a liar by his words,
i see truth from within;
Do I detect evil?
Of course, I do by committing a sin.

I know an apple from an but its shape,
I identify a peach from an apricot;
Do I comprehend a snowberry?
Of course, I do it a poisonous crop.

I know workers from malingers,
I know success from failure;
Do I know Christ?
Of course, I do he’s was the Saviour.

I know healthiness from disease,
I know strong cheeks from pallid;
I know dead devours all,
I know also being dead is being invalid.

I know all there is to know,
I know a dwarf from an elf;
I know a fool by his face,
I know everything except myself.



Note. A snowberry is a Symphoricarpos, commonly known as the snowberry, waxberry, or ghostberry, is a small genus of about 15 species of deciduous shrubs in the honeysuckle family.
© Dedu Son  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Leaping Exuberance

Childhood delight midst leaping spree
with skipping rope setting feet free
energized to count “One-two-three”
exposing exuberant glee.

Such was I with my peers so dear
decades ago showing glad cheer
kids defying downfall fear
soaring high along active gear.

Now, exercising through jump rope
from hopping strain my heart does cope
while striving for healthiness scope
for wellness management I hope.  

Toward faith*-leap for service height
spirit ascends in prayer plight
thanking the Lord Who grants blest might
with His grace, compassion and light.

*Ephesians 4:13 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ.

October 5, 2021
Edited on February 10, 2023
3rd place, "YOUR PICK AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/2/2023.

Another Bon Voyage On Next Leg of Journey Into the Unknown Lovely Lass

Beloved daughter dubbed "Munchkin",
an appellation engineered by "mother"
now evinces enviable survival skills,
this papa dismissed himself attaining,
and though sites set
to attain satisfactory income

courtesy asper keeping
your inherited Semitic
nose to the grindstone
(cute as a button)
toward fiercely dedicated
academic success to

acquire Bachelor's Degree
objective self instilled since "star student" -
(another moniker the missus aptly affixed)
amply proven successfully completing
undergraduate engineering degree
(a minor in je nais sais quois French),

this from storied high achieving Ivy League
University founded by Benjamin Franklin
this "sir" once again
applauds laudatory milestone,
and additionally acknowledges
sincere appreciation surrendering

veritable treasure trove
commestibles, toiletries, vitamins...
allowing unswerving selflessness
to kindle tears of utmost gratitude
figurative biological dice throw
now embarks upon admirable

self reliant (no batteries needed)
time tested personal conviction
proving steely mettle with panache,
despite fallings out
undermining rapport during yesteryear,
when dada felt important,

evinced kibitizing, pampering,
reading requested stories,
(yea even Harry Potter - now passe)
aware how mine debauchery,
who set poor flagrant example

posited ye to escape appalling
financial, emotional, spiritual...
domestic conditions
ye understandably
envisioning more ideal legal guardian,
asper loco parentis

thus parting equals bittersweet
sorrow for dada, whose bottled anger
directly linkedin to opprobrious
selfish misdeeds compromising
psychological welfare two precious progeny
whose presence provided joie de vivre,

and never wanted restraint imposed
maturing into an admirable young lady,
no matter sentiments towards me
poisoned by toxicity, whose
predilection to debilitating panic
undermined, restrained, quashed...
necessary needs and wants

to nourish healthiness...
despite aggravating, hellbent
nerve wracking time consuming
odiously infernal exhausting
drive to accept donations,
i.e. personal belongings...
dada doth care for thee!

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