Best Helpfully Poems
Color my day magical, paint my day lavender.
Throw in some glitter, some glitz and some fun.
A day with good friends, who laugh at the right times,
Who know when to hug, and know when you need to cry,
Staying silent, standing helpfully, lovingly by.
Color my day joyful, and enthusiastically prancy.
I know my friends are coming, so I am feeling quite dancy.
Color my day exciting, color my day glittery with acrylics and neon.
Paint it in fun, wholesome and spectacularly freeing and fine.
Color my day.
Paint it lavishly with oranges and purples.
Throw in plenty of pink, of the hottest and happiest hue.
Color my day magical.
Color it marvelous.
Color it wonderful.
Here are my friends.
Let’s paint them,
But save some of the color
For me, as I want to be as magical
As possible. Rainbow me up. Be daring and wild.
You cannot hurt me; I am a rainy-day child.
Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left.
In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books.
They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at you,
and I want something physical I can grip, markup and push off
the bed onto the floor when I get over it.
After three days of class, I’m asking (no one in particular), "Are we there yet?"
I can speed-read if I have a pointer - I use cocktail picks (swizzle sticks?) - you know, the little olive skewers you get in a martini? I have a collection from all over the world.
If I go to a bar and they have nice swizzle sticks, I’ll gather a few up. “What are you DOing,” Karen, (Lisa’s mom) asked me as I scarfed up several from patron’s empty glasses at the elegant, Refinery Rooftop bar in Manhattan.
“I have a TON of reading to do,” I explained, helpfully.
“Don’t even ask,” Lisa shrugged, rolling her eyes, when her mom looked confused.
The trick to speed reading is your eyes (and brain) pickup more than you realize and people tend to pronounce things, in their minds, as they read, which REALLY slows you down. So, you swivel the pointer down the page, following the pointer with your eyes, and Walla!
You can’t do THAT with a computer screen. You need a book, and when you have 2 or 3 hundred pages (or more) a night to read, you can’t just hold your breath and refuse - like a seven-year-old - can you? Seriously, I mean, can we? I’m asking - though it’s probably a little late (senior year).
Now, of course, not just any appetizer toothpick or fruit pick will do - the selection process can be rather byzantine. They must be a certain length, about 2 inches longer than my finger, so my hand doesn’t block the text, and square ones are the easiest to grip. Finally, if they have a little arrow-point on the tip? Well, that’s true love.
The problem is, I can get a little intense when reading and they tend to break. When my roommates hear me exclaim, “God DAMN it!” At 2am. They usually know why.
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A song for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
An Ideal Father
Dr. James E. Martin
©June, 2014
Faithful to lead as God directs,
Fearful if failure God detects.
Alert to danger along the way,
Attentive to rightly God’s will obey.
Tearful if children go astray,
Thankful if in god’s way they stay.
Heartily encouraging through every trial,
Helpfully teaching all the while.
Eager in his duties to advance,
Engaged in righteous, faithful stance.
Reaching out to those in need,
Rightly dispensing God’s life-giving seed.
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form formed facilitating figurative
impressions, indicating illusory images
leaving lines lingering
lost loves looking lenient
mutually morphing mutated mild memories
yearning, yielding
still seeking superfluously some singular sensation
omitting old obsessions
until unanimously underlining
lust, loathing lost linear liabilities
withheld woes weaving worries
indirectly interfering, instilling indifference
this tame, transparently treacherous tale
haphazardly hides hate
horrified? horizons helpfully hum
after all, animosity always achieves
tremendously torrential transcendence
eliminating envisioned ephemeral
anonymity. ah, abusing amusing alliterations
notoriously nonsensical
don't deliberately deny disastrous declarations
greedily galvanized gorgeous glistening gaps
ostracize old obsessions only once
The ABCs of Another Poetry Soup Friend, Who Is:
Amiable and responsive to many people in need.
Bold when it comes to matters of conservation.
Caring and sympathetic, her heart seeks goodness.
Dismayed at times, her strength endures…even on tough days.
Encouraging to many, she acknowledges talents effervescently.
Friendly and loving, she embraces matters of the heart.
Giving, she shares her knowledge through poetry…educating.
Hopefully smiling, she walks a solitary life, kindly, helpfully.
Intelligent and assertive, she is successful at shaping results.
Justice and fairness are an integral part of her soul.
Knowledgeable, journalism and poetry are second nature to her.
Lovingly, her laughter can brighten lives in delightful ways.
Mystifying at times adds to the intrigue of knowing her.
Noble and decent are her intentions.
Opulent with kindheartedness and compassion, she uplifts others.
Passionate submersing herself fully, when she loves.
Quiet-spoken and calming bestows her wise words.
Resolute when it comes to meeting life goals.
Studious; she is successful at acquiring and presenting knowledge.
Terrific; one would be honored to have her as a friend.
Up to date on the latest events: political, poetic, personal
Victoriously she approaches the trials of life.
Wonderfully, she procures and nurtures new friends.
Xceptionally fortunate am I for the gift of knowing her.
Youthful at heart, she remains forever beautiful.
Zealous, inspiring, a real spitfire…this friend I admire is Carolyn Devonshire.
I woke up on a tropical island, mesmerized by ocean wonders:
Abounding with marine life, so awesome
Blessed by God, the Supreme Creator
Colossal bodies of water* function verily well
Delighting mankind with their oceanic roles…
Enabling oxygen production with ease
Freely regulating the Earth system
Graciously transferring heat around the world
Helpfully driving climate and weather conditions…
Influential in the global carbon cycle
Joyously supplying aquatic resources
Kindly providing economic and social services
Lovely home to a lot of biodiversity like coral reefs…
Main reservoir of sea nutrients, minerals and salts
Nurturing atmosphere by decreasing green-house effect
Oceans act as transport means by merchants
Purposeful in trade propelling progress and development…
Quieting distress and qualms midst recreation pursuits
Refreshing, reinvigorating and truly relaxing
Simply satiating sailing satisfaction with serenity
Therapeutic indeed while indulged in nature trip, triumphant…
Useful, profitable while employing millions worldwide
Valuable in food production… that’s obvious
Worthy for menu ingredients midst festive dining
X-factor to population that lives on coastlines
Yes with their health benefits for humans
Zest and zeal they contribute to cultural and spiritual significance!
*Genesis 1:2 And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
September 16, 2023
1st place, "After the party, I woke up on a tropical island" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 7/30/2024
ADVICE AND A WARNING
Sent for the plumber and repair guy (very able).
Leakage behind the plaque on the wall near the judge’s table.
He fixed it and helpfully rearranged the plaque
To warn future repairers who come back.
IN GOD WE TRUST
Was rearranged to say
IN GOD WET RUST
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28 August 2021
I check the weather on my phone
Before I head outside.
My jacket choices such a glance
Does helpfully provide.
For weeks, my trusty fleece it’s been,
With turtleneck below,
A sweatshirt sometimes added
If the wind’s supposed to blow.
Today, though, temps were hovering
At thirty-eight degrees
So if I dressed like always
I believed I might just freeze.
Some Arctic air has come to town,
Unusual for May.
The Polar Vortex, as it’s called,
Makes flowers droop and sway.
My woolen cape came out to help
Me on my walking task.
I wonder if it recognized me
From behind my mask.
“Have you ever been in love?” He asked.
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I love tech,” I revealed, “oh, and the Internet,” I confessed, “I LOVE the Internet!”
He looked disappointed. “You know what I mean,” he said.
I sighed. It’s hard to escape the long shadows cast by experiences and expectations.
“Love’s inscrutable!” I said, helpfully.
“Maybe I’ve never been in a relationship long enough for it to be love?” I asked the universe.
He tilted his head as if he were calculating something.
“What IS love anyway?” I asked. “Does love have to be an instant transcendence?”
“This isn’t going well”, I thought, his silence stood out like a curse in a cathedral.
“Let’s go to Dairy Queen!” I suggested, because that ALWAYS makes things better.
“I need an ice cream,” I said, as he looked ready to say something but didn't, “cake.” I finished.
They came in wild, two little boys, excited to be here.
I am the school counselor, many try to get in.
I accept all who ask and try to every time they ask.
One has asked to have lunch with me several days in a row.
I always say okay, and today I said, “bring a friend”.
He has no sense of direction; he got lost trying to find the cafeteria.
I was surprised, but helpfully helped him find his friend.
They came back all bouncy and happy, excited to play with me.
I had to remind the main child to eat; he was enthusiastic!
He said, “we are wild and crazy guys”.
The other child laughed with glee about that.
They are going to be friends when they are twenty-one.
They are building a base.
I asked if this was an army base.
They thought this was hilarious.
A base to sit and watch tv and stuff.
I hated to see them go back to class.
They were having a delightful time.
I had never seen either of them smile this much.
I am grateful today that I always say yes, remembering why.
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I’m learning a lot, dating Peter. For instance, I have a whole new awareness of how clueless older Americans, like people in their mid-twenties, are about things in the modern world.
I think Peter’s learning things too. Like the other night, I was 30 minutes late because I was gluing little, glittering rhinestones to my eyebrows. Was he mad? Yes, we had a little drama, but that’s just because he hasn’t learned to respect my lifestyle choices.
“Don’t be mawkish Peter,” I softly advised him, while fixing the caller of his shirt, “look, let's just pretend that we squabbled over this, and I won?” I suggested, helpfully. “It’ll save us time and WOW, we’re running late, OK? Seeing some small, lingering irritation, I promised, “We can still makeup later.”
The rhinestones looked spectacular, I got a LOT of compliments and in the end, I think he liked them. You know, sometimes I’ll catch him looking at me, like the moon or something, like I’m out of reach.
Guys are so.. (Searching for a word).
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mawkish = exaggeratedly or childishly over-emotional.
I don't know why
But occasionally as I do from time
to time to inspire inspiration
I found myself spending this
evening going over
And reading some of my earlier poems
I wrote back to me
And I am glad I did as it serves as a
poignant reminder of who I am and was
Because personally I find poetry as
my way and making sense of life
And thankfully I have been brutally
and honest enough and wear them like
a sleeve
So they appear as my own individual
form of therapy and cleansing of my
soul and inner most demons
Which thankfully for me is lucky and
I should consider myself truly blessed
Because without the anonymity that
word's and poetry provide to hide behind
I wouldn't be actually able to tell a single
soul if I had to do it in person
So I guess in a way what I am saying
or admitting to is yes
Quite obviously I am a coward
And a consequence sadly there of
is this
Maybe the only other people in this
world apart from me who actually
may know a little about the real me
Are those here kind folk of you on the
soup who have taken your own precious
valuable time
To listen to and read about some of
my innermost feelings and thoughts
Regarding the story of my life thus far
Sometimes after Lisa and I do our early-morning 4 mile run (we treadmill in the basement fitness center if it’s under 43 degrees), I come back and lie on my bed, for just for a moment. This morning it was just as the sun broke over the horizon and a pink light crawled across my ceiling, highlighting every imperfection, like craters and mountains on some distant, barren planet. My Apple watch went chikle-inkle-lnkle. Ok, Time to start the day.
Later…
Leong got a new ‘Girls Life’ magazine, those always seem packed with the latest scientific info.
“Studies suggest that you and your deepest friends may share the same blood types!” Leong read aloud.
“I’m O-negative,” she announced, “What blood type are you?” She asked me.
“Red,” I revealed (I am, after all, pre-med).
“DElicious reddd,” Lisa updogged in a Bela Lugosi vampire voice.
“Americans are never serious,” Leong whinged, her voice rising and falling on the last syllables.
“That’s what makes us what we are today,” Lisa asserted, “a slowly, steadily, declining superpower.”
“We could join the military after Yale,” I suggested helpfully, “I bet they’d make us officers.”
“Oh sure, I hear the army’s making men out women these days” Lisa agreed.
“Sounds messy,” I said, wincing.”
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Webster: Whinge: “to complain fretfully."
Still grotesquely afloat
Belly ready to bloat
His last meal A Milked Oat
And then hard rowed a boat
But with a shot was downed
And the next thing was drowned!
His harsh look watchers note
And at it his foes gloat
And ample time devote
The perplexed by A Quote
He could not learn by rote …
Nor read what scholars wrote.
Rather in love with oat
And enthused about coat …
Now, helpfully The Drowned
For Book-free underground.