Best Help. Poems
I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here
I can’t get back in control of my emotions
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy
I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help
Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help
I knew this day would come
When I'd lose you from my sight
I won't be able to devour you
I'll miss that scrumptious bite
Seems everyday you were there for me
You were my afternoon delight
So rich, nutty, and delicious
I should have held you tight
I feel so down without you
My senses are getting numb
You gave me such a pick me up
To your pleasure I'd succumb
I see you through the window
With my sad and longing eyes
I crave just one taste of you
Can't you hear my heartfelt cries
This machine wont take my quarters
I've tried again and again
I need you, my snickers bar
Anyone got change for a ten
The sparkle of charity is alive and well
It’s the grounds for cohesion and solidarity
Making spiritual gardeners of us all
Goodwill marries kindness
Sharing bounty with open heart
And helping hand inspired by faith
Benevolence born of compassion
And hope aimed to appease
Brethren down on their luck
A heart that’s pure gives without asking
Who is sincere who is deserving
Or who is out there to deceive
Charity is best when unbound
Spontaneous and genuine
When it leaves us humbled
Wanting to contribute
To a world of philanthropy
After all who are we to judge
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2019 for contest 1ST CORINTHIANS 13:13 INSPIRATION sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 2ND
When you float in outer space
with no one else around,
it gets a little lonely
and you start to miss the ground.
The familiar touch of Mother Earth
and friends to share the news,
is the kind of isolation
that can give someone the blues.
But you don't have to be in space
to feel alone and down;
you might swim a crowded pool
and still feel like you could drown.
But all it takes to raise some hope
that there'll be better weather,
is connecting with a friendly face
just like a spacesuit tether.
So if you feel you're out of touch
reach out to find a smile,
and if your feet are on the ground
then go the extra mile:
find someone who's drifting off
and offer them a hand,
bring them back into the ship
and help them safely land.
Where do I begin
To ask the question
And do I divulge my sin
Reveal obsession
Please I need your wise advice
I’m walking on thin ice
What if I pay the price
Will I regret this choice
Do I roll the dice
Trust my inner voice
Play this lottery
blank uncertainty
Of possibility
Drowning in the sea
My heart is beating faster
Do I just take the leap
Like ripping off a plaster
Unveiled my destiny
Will that evoke disaster
Will I be sorry after
Should I leave it to the master
It’s time to cease this game
Roulettes the devils work
On me I lay the blame
I’m overwhelmed with fear
Overcome with shame
I feel my pulsing veins
Ready set take aim
I take it in my hand
You see me trembling
What if I find it’s bland
This is my reckoning
And as I begin to bite
My heart fills with delight
Someone’s listened to my plight
It was a coffee one
And not a toffee one
Delicious bliss
Chocolatey kiss
Slowly oozing
So wickedly soothing
What a close call
I thank you all
O Lord, my God, I need your help,
I don't know what to do.
Fear and worry have gained control,
I need to hear from You.
Be still, My child, and know I'm here,
Open your eyes and see,
I am your Rock and your Strong Tower,
Come hide yourself in Me.
Lord, I know that You are God,
You are mighty and You are strong,
But I need Your help right now!
What's taking You so long?
My child, I know just what you need,
Lay down your fears and rest.
Don't you know I'm in control,
And that My timing's best?
Lord, I know You're in control,
But still I am afraid.
I'm sorry that my faith's so weak,
Please hurry to my aid.
Fear not my child, you are not alone,
I'm always here with you.
Trust in Me with all your heart,
There is nothing I can't do.
O Lord, my God, how great You are,
You are worthy of all praise!
Help me to walk with eyes of faith,
As I live out all my days.
My precious child, I love you so,
And I have a plan for you.
You may not understand it all,
But trust Me to see you through.
Kim Merryman
6/23/12
For PD's "Collaborating in the Clouds" contest
Thank God I have a Brother!
He fixes up the truck,
I sometimes give him money,
Whenever he gets stuck.
(Not just for up and fixin’
The truck – not what I mean
‘f I tried, he wouldn’t take it)
It’s just that times ‘re lean.
His poor bald head works harder,
Than any I have known!
For he rides an old lawnmower,
And not a horse or throne!
He goes and helps the neighbors,
He will not take a cent,
(‘Course, he could make a killing,
That’s just not how he’s bent!)
Thank God I have a Brother,
Whose Kindness lifted me,
When I was drenched in sorrow,
And couldn’t hardly see.
He gripped me through the funeral,
Around the shoulders, hard,
And now, he’s lost his stepdad,
Who helped him in the yard,
Who told him ‘Mighty Fine’, and
Who loved, and sat a spell,
And stayed in the garage shop,
And cared that he was well.
So, now, he has a Brother,
Who’ll stand up, when he’s stuck,
And hold him by the shoulder,
And help him fix the truck.
Can a man, who does not believe,
Fall to his knees,
And beg some relief?
Can one, who has been given,
The life of a dream,
Ball his fists?
Nails dug into the palms till they bleed…
Look to the heavens and scream…
And be heard?
Is it right to love something so damn much,
That the anger inside,
Rips at your pride,
And the pain is unbearable to the touch?
Is my hate a cop out?
Is it a way to deal?
Maybe a method to my madness;
Which allows me to feel?
Will God help me with this sadness?
If I still fail to believe?
I ask;
Is it me I deceive?
Can I truly let go?
Allow the curtains to close on this show?
Raise my hand in farewell,
And hold praise in my heart for this hell?
If I spit venom,
Out of spite…
Can I stand proud?
For having rode the torrent,
And call it right?
If my tears run free,
With the lump in my throat,
That seizes me,
Can I stare you in the eye?
And ask that you remember me?
Or is it my greed?
Or this anger,
Once at seed?
Now in full bloom…
So emotional,
Uncontrollable,
Inconsolable,
Confused…
Grasping…
So much that I am asking;
Can God help me now?
the dream’s
to make
a difference
an impact
in someone’s life
to spark
that twinkle
in their eye
and stir
the passion
in their heart
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~GATEKEEPER~ 2020
Submitted on January 12, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 10 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Spring takes me for a long walk in the park:
with emerald trees
swaying in the breeze.
And I hear the chirps of a meadowlark;
sung to captivate,
and attract a mate.
A bushy-tailed squirrel scampers up a tree;
and then immediately starts scolding me:
and I can't help but smile.
The grass feels ticklish under my bare feet:
wet with drops of dew
as I wander through.
And after Winter's white, green is a treat;
a feast for the eyes
under clear blue skies.
A plethora of wildflowers is in bloom,
each blossom flaunting a colorful costume:
and I can't help but smile.
Inhaling a fresh breath of perfumed air:
my heart skips a beat,
for it tastes so sweet.
Spring's innate beauty is beyond compare:
wherever I go,
watercolors flow.
A time of jubilation and renewal:
for although Winter can be long and cruel;
Spring's super octane allows life to refuel.
I've walked about a mile:
and I can't help but smile.
Painting You
Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights,
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…
Next, I embrace the required courage
To face the blank canvas; to dip my brush
In sublime tones for my wild orchid wishes,
Wanting to stroke across the heavens
For reflecting starlights bright,
Which I’ll situate to split the darker places
Where the inks bleed and branch out
Around you, smudging your purest colors…
That I endeavor to recover
When illness tries to smother
You with a viridescent blanket for on-going days;
Cloaking the glance of your azure blue eyes;
Pulling gray and white from your skull
To streak through your forest brown hair;
Rushing flag red moments to your cheeks
When you growl, “No. Don’t—“ when I
Try any way to help you through the fevers
That hang dredged plum-violet clouds over
The sofa — away — where you stay sleeping…
While I sit crimson awake worrying,
Watching you breathe…And asking
Through faith’s golden prayers for your healing;
For our holy Lord to send some ministering angels
— With their glistening opaline feathered wings;
Who side by side, place hands on you ~ veiling
My first view of prayers’ answers coming true;
Lifting me to a bloom of rosebud gratitude.
I paint you never far.
I paint your ocean blue eyes opening.
I paint you always beside me in a sandcastle brown.
I dapple the air over us an effervescent pink.
I paint your prism presence close.
I paint your mid-night’s Arora Borealis dancing hues.
Our love is a stippled, rolling color wheel
Of our linked diamond destinies: journeying
Together on amber roads under sapphire skies.
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(c) sally young eslingwe 10/17-18/2023
Glory to God…
Help me save the children from rage and hopelessness,
Bring your optimistic lanterns, and your jubilant joy sticks.
Meet me in a half hour in the gazebo in the park.
Bring all the children you can find along the way.
Use your magic flutes and faeries to get them out of their houses
I have sent others ahead with a scrumptious meal to fill their tummies,
Gypsies are bringing art supplies that will help them fill the town with creativity.
Let’s dance our dance and sing our songs, and bring all the children we can find.
Invite all the poets, singers, artists, pet-lovers, enthusiastic adults and dancers.
We need all the lovers of life, the spreaders of happiness, and the proponents of joy
If we are to save the children.
We can start immediately, saving one at a time.
Date: Jan 4, 2019 Contest: Free Verse
Sponsor: Emiile Pinet
You live to love,
When you love to give.
That life you never had
Like forever, had no wealth.
Still had a hand to help.
All I have is
dreams for myself
grand plans for world
and words to rhyme with strength.
The world will change,
it depends on range
of rage or love we raise.
Well thats a phase of world,
where we stay
some for months, some for days
or its a game we play
and score to glee.
All above,
We live to love
and we need to give.
There's so many times I call on you
for the needs of the day,
Day or night you are always there
when I kneel down to pray.
So I thought with all the things you do
I'd just call on you to say,
Is there anything I can do for you
to help you out today.
If someone's having troubles
I'd be willing to volunteer.
If they need someone to listen
I'd gladly lend my ear.
If they're lonely, sick, or dying
I'd be the friend they need that day.
With all the work that's facing you,Lord
Could you use some help today.
I wonder if there are any times
you feel you need to get away.
I wonder if some prayers to you
you would like to just delay.
I know you are not the kind of God
who will ever be dismayed,
But I offer to you, that I'm willing to do
whatever will help today.
The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the decorous street!
He was spotted pitied with meagre chuck,
While feeding a destitute;
Taunting and sneering didn't perturb him,
Gave his share simpering, only to be starved!
The antithesis of savage, the man of the hour,
Silently paved his way then, bare footed tottering,
To be again the savage of the decorous street!