Best Humanely Poems
Thank you
How I keep saying
Deep gratitude showing
Generosity, kindness, beauty
The wonder and joy of giving..
What would I consider or measure
The value of what is received, the feeling of pleasure
Unable to weigh or count
What is given, a flowing fount..
Thank you
A word too much used and said
Nothing equal back could be paid
Just the sweet taste in hearts we pass to mankind
And a legacy for Humanity of being good and kind..
Thank you
How I keep believing
In words converted to true feeling
In genuine souls to my worries kindly listening
My pain enduringly wiping..
Thank you
One of God’s many a blessing
The gift of gratitude for which I keep praying
Recognition I keep showing
To those who paved the way for the grace of living
To all those who filled my whole with smiles
And my dark chambers with light
So as I could reach the warmth of Hope and Faith inside..
Thank you
Over and over I would say
To people of God
And to the Almighty I would pray
As I recall more than one sign and call
Nothing should be in life for granted taken
To meet life twists, the heart toughen..
Thank you
So much in life I owe
To who caringly appeased my fear
Patiently lent an attentive ear
Lovingly brightened a gloomy atmosphere
Humanely bore my weakness and what I shed of tear..
Thank you
Of what life brings am in awe
Despite my perception of its limitation and flaw
Tolerance and acceptance I keep fostering
Allow peace and bliss my inner self illuminating
And only the wonders of good in Humanity I keep seeing
With a strong belief in sharing, caring and giving..
Thank You
Categories:
humanely, beauty, dedication, extended metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Changes
If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked. If competition does not increase in both NBA Conferences,
Playoff spots in the NBA would be reduced to 6 from 8.
In the automobile industry, Buyer Beware Rules would be changed,
affording buyers a fighting chance of getting a good car at a fair price.
No dictatorships in Asia or Africa.
No drugs from Middle East or South America.
Political parties would be discouraged in the US of America.
Terror would cease; and nations would study war no more.
Absolutely no one would pay attention to political polls.
The entire planet would be neither too hot, nor too cold.
Every person would live for ever, and never grow old.
The streets in every city would be paved with gold.
And there would be no pot holes on the road.
No nation would be aggressive toward another nation.
Every nation would humanely govern itself as it chooses.
There would exist the purest form of Sovereignty among nations.
Peace will reign from East to West and from North to South Poles.
All transactions would be fair, and nothing would be deceitfully sold.
There would be fair trades between people everywhere around the globe.
Plenty of clean water for everyone, even the birds and the bees.
Medicines would be minimized, and healing would come from trees.
Children would play without fear of pedophiles.
No human would be bartered or bought.
No child abuse or women misused;
No abortions and no rapes;
No cruelties to any animal,
Including elephants and whales.
04112016 PS Contest, If You Could Change The World, Dan Kearley
Categories:
humanely, abuse, animal, care, community,
Form:
Narrative
MLK's Positive Beloved Community Psychology:
The study
and mindbody experience
of positively regenerative life
as appositionally dipolar,
double-negative correlational,
Mind consciousness
and body conscience
co-arising empathy
back into endosymbiotic dissonance,
physical-ego decay
And metaphysical-ec(o)-soul irrationality
of unbalanced temporal-neural dysfunction,
growing autistic depressive-repressive anger and fear,
chronically disintegrative,
increasingly climatic degeneration,
dis-ease racing toward even further Yangry Fear
monocultural trending self/other
shame/blame,
socio-eco-political
ungrateful
unforgiving pathology
For missing out
on humanely divine
polycultural
dialectical
nondualistic mind/body
crown/root bilaterally intelligent opportunities
To choose full-health wealth investment i
n polyempathic passion/pleasures
of Beloved Woke Community
Interior within Exterior Landscaped
revolutionary content thought
contentment felt
Through Positive BiCameral EcoPsychological Conscious
body gratitude
mind positive attitude
spreading our trauma-in/ex-formative
co-passioned networking virus
ReStoring BodyEmpowering Justice
and Civil MindEnlightening Peace,
PositiveMind BodyPleasureTherapy
CoOperating beloved back
to YangFather
SunCrown enlightening
YintegralMother
EarthRooted empowerment.
Categories:
humanely, community, conflict, destiny, humanity,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
No body wants to hear it,
See it, feel it or be near it.
Even the picture of an aborted fetus;
Where would that reality lead us?
But what if we saw it every day?
Those horrors our babies must pay…
so convenience, lust and greed can survive.
Could we watch these babies filleted alive?
Or …would we think ourselves as humanely magnificent,
If instead, we poisoned them with an abortifacient?
Nobody wants to hear it
See it feel it or be near it,
Even the picture of an aborted little person
causes our anxiety to worsen.
Oh horrors! The shame of it all!
Who put that picture on the wall?
Who had the audacity to open that door?!..
to factually show me what I’m voting for!
Their blood on my ballot is my voice!
Don’t they know it’s a woman’s choice?!
Others of us say, “Take that picture down. Be nice.
Being nice and kind to all will suffice."
But this fall in the privacy of the voting booth,
These same nice folks will get real long in the tooth.
We will pretend our “choice” ballot doesn’t matter,
causing a baby’s blood to splatter….
Then go home and act real nice,
After all … won’t that suffice?
written by
Robert A. Dufresne
Sept 2, 2012
Categories:
humanely, education, life, nice, nice,
Form:
Couplet
For the past half billion years
They crawled the earth both soil and sphere
Million trillion unknown souls
To eat and breed their only goal
Homme or femme hermaphrodite
In pairs romance 'neath damp moonlight
Throughout the year they dig and toil
By the billions aerate soil
Breaking down organic matter
A major fertilising factor
Unseen, unheard, unsung dirt hero
Eco workers far from zero
Brought to surface by rainwater
Exposes them to blackbird slaughter
Toad and fox and rat and mole
Darwin's bloodbath takes its toll
Under ploughshare countless die
Modern farming genocide
Then one decides to grow and grow
Survives the hedgehog and the crow
Point four a metre - foot and three
With mass an ounce a bit weighty
Record breaking - caused a rave
And someone thought to call him Dave
His gift to science sealed his doom
Humanely killed - a glass jar tomb
Cardboard headstone with his name
Immortalised - the cost of fame
Twitter whitter - late to save
Anthropomorphised earthworm Dave
Based on BBC news article "Widnes worm Dave wriggles into record books"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-37861928
With help from Wikipedia
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earthworm
Written 4th November 2016
Categories:
humanely, earth, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Verse
CIPA or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis
is a genetic disorder very rarely found among us.
They afflicted with this disorder have a damaged gene
and as a result, sufferers never experience the sensation of pain.
Many may assume that this would be a good thing
but they who are afflicted encounter much suffering.
Death from hypothermia among CIPA patients is quite common
because they never know when their body temperature is low or rising.
Some CIPA patients have had to remove all of their teeth
to prevent them from chewing on their lips whenever they eat.
There isn't any cure or treatment presently
for the few afflicted with this rare genetic disease.
I guess with so few afflicted, it's not a medical priority,
but maybe this disorder can be used positively.
Many bed ridden terminal patients suffer needlessly
with agonizing pain until they're deceased.
In my opinion, they ought to have the right to be
euthanized and put out of their misery,
but that isn't ethical among the medical community.
This is where I believe CIPA would come in very handy.
If research can figure out how to damage this otherwise healthy gene
responsible for allowing us to feel the sensation of pain,
perhaps it could be injected as a serum possibly
and relieve the chronic pain from dying patients permanently.
The patient would have a leisurely, peaceful exit completely pain free
and ethics wouldn't be violated within the medical community.
All terminal patients in chronic pain could all die humanely...
...but then I'm not a professional. This is just my theory.
Categories:
humanely, death, healthpain,
Form:
Rhyme
What if the incessant torture didn’t happen so many dark
times, but it’s unimaginable for you to comprehend isn’t it?
What if there wasn’t such violence against me, I wouldn’t have
bled on those I loved most while devastated in my poorest sorrow.
What if the sins they committed against me didn't happen I
could've led a life without inconsolable despair.
What if my father didn’t knock me down the stairs as he spat
his poison on me, leaving me in an insufferable existence.
What if my mom protected me from the cruelty and abuse,
or showed love, I wouldn’t have hung my head in shame.
What if the kids at school didn't shove me against the wall
shouting obscenities, I could've learned to make friends.
What if my peers didn’t cause heart wrenching pain in my
teenage years, I wouldn’t have thought about ending my life.
What if that female relative didn’t kick me in the stomach,
laughing as I vomited and collapsed, I could’ve trusted woman.
What if the other female relative’s drunken boyfriend didn’t kick
me in the eye detaching my retina, I could’ve had faith in family.
What if anyone cared, after hit and run, I dragged my body and
leg cast across the floors tending to my needs, feeling utter ruin.
What if I was treated humanely in that rented room instead the
landlord locked the bathroom forcing me to go in a garbage can.
What if, my employer showed kindness as I arrived with black eyes,
instead of forcing me to work where everyone could see my shame.
What if that employer tried to help me when a car struck me, altering
my body, limping into work with a full leg cast, instead they fired me.
Despite their disgraceful abuse, I'm hopeful I can bring healing
to the demoralized by my charitable works and unconditional love.
What if these ruthless people didn’t destroy me; I could’ve been
a strong Advocate on behalf of Victims of Abuse and Persecution.
What if my words can lift up another broken person, by bringing
them the slightest hope that God will lead them to safety.
Still, though, I implore God to show His mercy and kindness
while raising me up out of this hell so I can finally be at peace.
Categories:
humanely, abuse, anti bullying, child
Form:
Free verse
>I sent the following poem to my old employers. The RSPCA A year ago as the Badger was being exterminated in certain areas. Unfortunately, now it is in even more so I hope you do not mind if I share this poem with you.
FAREWELL MY BADGER FRIEND
All this land was ours once, oh so long ago.
Then man bought his cattle in, to share our pasture so.
Now they want to remove us, by killing us you see.
To try and eradicate the disease they call TB.
A nasty disease is TB of that there is no doubt.
But when I was here alone, there was none about.
So humans must have brought it, on a cow or two.
Now I’ve got to pay, for the mistakes you do.
So as you kill me and my friends, humanely I hope so.
I really hope it’s worth it, and that TB does go.
Be sad when you see my pasture where I did belong.
Bare of all the baggers who have all now gone.
Perhaps you will not kill us all, but I expect you will.
If not I hope I escape, I’ll really try I will.
But as you humans are so wise, or so they say you are.
Why don’t you vaccinate your cows, and leave us where we are.
You see I am TB free there is no harm in us.
And if you vaccinate your cows, they can live with us.
Spread the word my friends, if you do agree.
It’s better to save wildlife, than kill it off you see.
Well that is just the point, I really am so vexed.
For when the Badger's gone, who will be the next.
Please feel free to use the above poem as you wish, it’s too late for many Badgers but who knows if enough public support can be obtained perhaps the powers that be might reconsider their decision. It seems strange to me that so much interest can be shown of wild animals now extinct from bygone ages that here in the 21st Century man is hell bent on destroying a species, the mind boggles.<
Categories:
humanely, animal, conflict, crazy, death
Form:
Elegy
Welcome to the ultimately ethical food restaurant and take away.
All dishes are guaranteed dead, for all plant and animal products and ingredients.
Vegan ethics has been shattered and thrown under a 'food-to-go' bus
By the findings that plants have feelings and get hurt just like us.
A scientist connected plants to machines to test their feelings
When prodded with fork and cut with sharp knife.
To everyone's surprise, impaled carrots, tomatoes and even lettuce
Squeaked and shrieked out with unconscious 'pain', just like us.
Plants have nerves, plants have feelings, plants get hurt,
When harvested and killed, just like cows, chickens, fish and prawns.
They scream out in agony when dragged from earth, sliced, grated, or cut from vine,
Making the ethical choice of what to eat humanely, most sublime.
At the 'Grateful Dead, Deadans Diner' we solve all your problems and concerns.
Nothing here is served fresh; no plant or animal part on your plate, is served alive.
Everything has been killed by someone else; all food on your plate is guaranteed dead,
Cooked, steamed, micro-waved, fried and sautéed; nothing served fresh nor alive and kicking, all dead instead.
Categories:
humanely, food,
Form:
Rhyme
The
fire within you
devours my hopeful
aspirations…I shiver
with freezing
hopelessness
Give me your heart
and let me fill it
with affectionate
bliss for eternity
Countless déjà vus
unleashes in my
brain
Don’t hang up the
phone – hang out
with me; don’t leave
me hanging in
downright distress
Why do you try to be
bring me down and
lift me up again?
We’re two peas in a
pod…we both yearn
for God’s healing
rain
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
making me taste
unfortunate appeal
and despair that's
beyond real - but
it's no big deal
*chorus*
Biting my fingers,
leaving scars of
shame…feeling this
shame without a
name…you hunt me
down like game…I
caught the cold in
my brokenhearted
soul of steel and
stone
I can’t be close to
you…you were the
ghosts of my past…I
loved you the most,
but I learned to
find the light at
the end of tunnel
I know…I can’t stand
living a life
without you by my
side…I live half a
life…you make me
feel whole again –
you’re my other half
and I feel empty
without your
touch…your warm
hands locking with
my own
Who’s waiting at my
front door – two
uninvited strangers
– Regret and
Remorse… I was lost,
but now I’m found –
I crumble
I crumble into sand
– I was once a
strong-willed,
unbreakable rock…but
now Tragedy has
proven me wrong all
the way
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
too hard to
comprehend or bear
*chorus*
I hate to say this,
but from the bottom
of my heart, I knew
you were hiding
something from me –
maybe it’s not meant
to be revealed
today…tomorrow, I’m
expecting to have a
word with you if you
would humanely obey
and cooperate with
me without picking a
fight – ruining my
self-esteem
Categories:
humanely, absence, addiction, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Lyric
Internal immanent powers
of panentheism
are nearly as traditionally endemic
to Western religious teachings
as is external transcendent light
of monotheism.
In scripture,
in Prince of Peace spiritual experience
and promise of Jesus's teaching
rests prophecy of pentacostal panentheism
A radically liberating experience
of divinely manifest
Holonic Spirit
restoring peace
and global
inter-religious
multicultural
polycultural
resonantly polyphonic
resiliently polypathic
humanely divine
truthfully beautiful
peace-filling justice.
Categories:
humanely, earth, health, history, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Is it difficult to request a simple lucid moment?
All the treachery and deceit shocking my existence
Filled with bewilderment and disgust, I can only lament
The innocence and simplicity of a smothered soul
Finally, I understand there are things beyond my control
As optimism drains gradually from my heart and mind,
I rant, cry, and resent the world of pretense and personal gain
Is it not humanely possible to act as humans anymore?
I finally understand: it is beyond my control
I can only accept and pray for the human touch to soar
Once again…
Categories:
humanely, faith, hope, people
Form:
Free verse
A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community,
Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history.
But when I stepped into a world where brown was under-represented
My identity…Was molested.
My speech, skin, hair and dress, seemed to cause the white man stress.
And brown was a tan on the white man’s skin,
But brown on a brown man stirred anger from within.
My thoughts and views were misaligned, with rooted, selective, historical lies.
My identity…Was compromised.
I was now paradoxically an exotic delight, a shameful pressure to apologise
For the privilege of living in the civilised world, where white and West comfortably merge.
My education spoke of no oppressive past, the Normans and Saxons, unequivocal facts.
No mention of my ancestors, murdered. Indigenous peoples, exploited, slaughtered.
Building privilege through the strength of tyranny,
Calculated villainy.
White privilege, invisible to the white, naked eye. Yet it lives in every coloured breath,
In every silent cry.
I have lived with an unseen claim, that white is right and everything else is to blame.
But lessons in life inspired me to rise and pronounce myself with an internal pride.
To name and shame the blood-stained colonialist, the callous, indifferent, imperialist.
And from their murderous history, rose the modern man insecurity,
The truth, the bloody, brutal, truth, that is the black man’s reality.
Still evident today is a strong disclination, reflected in the ignorance of the nation
To admit that their historical success, was moralistically, humanely, a bloody mess.
But not all should hang their head in shame…it’s not you but your past that is to blame.
Yet the consequences of those crimes, have won you privilege and power through time.
And the legacy of the other: disadvantage, subjugation, intimidation, domination.
And still they make subconscious judgements, of my backward, other, non-conformist views.
A stubbornness in accepting and respecting the path that I decide to choose.
Delve deep into your history, open up your subliminal mind,
And ask the difficult questions, seek, unfeigned, with loosened pride.
Categories:
humanely, prejudice, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
Is this thing on?
I've got something to say!
Is this thing on?
Probably no one is listening anyway!
We live in a place based on unity
Why are we having such disparity?
We can't represent without proper tools
Dissing each other is just plain cruel.
I thought we were supposed to be indivisible which means our bond can't be broken
United we stand, a truer statement has never been spoken.
Rally up for a good cause
Make your voice heard, change those terrible laws
Celebrate and Recognize we aren't all the same;
Keep the peace, make sure everyone is treated humanely
Protect our mutual assets don't play the fools
Justice and equality, protect our schools
Be careful of small eyes and small ears
Guard small hearts and calm large fears
I don't want a wall, I don't want a raid
I don't want the piper to be paid
I object to the plans of evil being laid
I don't want a war, I want peace, love and light
Injustice and hatred I will continue to fight.
I fear this boat is sinking fast
I'm taking our leaders to the task
Make good on your promises that you will protect us
Instead of hiding behind dollar signs with attempts to deflect us
Show me what you will do to save our beloved red, white and blue.
I'm tired of the rhetoric, tired of the double talk with no action
really can't get no satisfaction
I'm tired of hatred, subterfuge and lies
I want to see heart, compassion, a gentle reprise
Of the things that make this country great
clear Consciousness, love instead of hate
We are all descended from people looking for a better life and chance to be great
We need to remember this before it's too late.
The blood of our forefathers ran out as they pushed for democracy
Don't let their sacrifice be made into a mockery.
I don't agree with decisions that have yet to be made; I want a choice
I will continue to raise my voice.
Is this thing on?
I've got something to say!
We need to rally up and keep fighting for a new day.
Tides of change are coming swift and steady
I'll stand on the front lines, poised and ready
Intolerance and inhumanity I will never answer that call.
Unity, love, acceptance, unites us all.
Categories:
humanely, america,
Form:
Couplet
I believe,
rooted in limited personal experience
of unconditional love,
the purpose of democratic governance
is NOT FREEDOM of autonomously empowered persons,
segregated communities,
self-isolating economic states,
severed biosystemic regions,
patriotic partisan nation-states,
isolated continents.
I believe
mundane purposes
evince our deepest sacred meaning
for divine governance
is not freedom away from, or toward
my omnipotent god
or our omniscient country,
but to restore
maintain
persevere
in unconditional
omnipresent love
to and from
both divinely healthy
and humanely wealthy
cooperative
trust-building
co-governing relationships.
I believe
compassion is our secular
public purpose,
And deeply trusted and delighted,
pleasant and pleasured
sacred meaning
for democratic win/win communication
positive energy
short term economic
and long-term ecological
greenback and forth co-governance.
I believe
freedom to express unconditional compassion
is Earth's win/win means
to an EarthTribal peace
Ending endless
re-beginnings of competitive win/lose debates,
retributive isolating punishments,
greed-infested monocultural trauma governance
of the individual oppressive anthro-supremacist:
Repressive communities,
suppressive stressed states,
degenerative biochaotic regions,
rabid nation-states,
exploited until depleted
discontented continents.
And I believe,
rooted in limited personal experience
of unconditional love,
this individual living health
is organic win/win intersectional wealth
unveiled in inter-religious sacred webs
of EarthTribe's living
co-passionate
green/blue revolving
sacramental inspirating
dynamic geo-hemispheric
co-intelligently living
resonantly resilient
dipolar co-arising
bi-hemispheric
surf peaking/exhausting
inhaling/exhaling
AnthropoScenic planet.
Categories:
humanely, earth day, education, freedom,
Form:
Political Verse