Best Newsletter Poems
I am a child
Like the one you tuck in bed
The one you kiss on the head
The one who gets loved instead
The one who is so well fed
I am a child
I am a child
Like the one who gives you joy
Your pretty girl and fine boy
The one who gets every toy
The one who none dares annoy
I am a child
I am a child
With no home to call my own
The cold reaching to my bone
Hunger pangs, all that I’ve known
In tattered clothes, I have grown
I am a child
I am a child
The pavement my only bed
Dreaming of a piece of bread
With a small heart full of dread
My life hanging from a thread
I am a child
I am a child
With no gifts beneath the tree
With no hope to be set free
Wanting like YOUR child to be
Why, oh, why, can’t you love ME?
I am a child
I am YOUR child
I am GOD’s child
Remember me this Christmas….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I'm privileged that Norma Nashid, founder of Restore a Child, has asked me to be an ambassador for the organization to help raise awareness of the plight of less fortunate children around the world. She asked me to write a poem for their newsletter, and I am sharing her FB post regarding it here with you.
(The poem below was written by Eileen Manassian Ghali, a professor of English at Middle East University in Beirut, Lebanon. She dedicated her poem this Christmas to Restore a Child. Her mother, Angel Dikran Manassian was my favorite teacher and my first teacher in school. Now I get the honor of enjoying the beautiful writing of her daughter, Eileen.--Norma Nashed)
If you are interested in finding out more about this humanitarian organization, please look them up on FB. I will be writing an article soon to highlight the plight of Syrian Refugee children in Lebanon. I hope my Mama would be proud of me!
restoreachild.org
http://ymlp.com/zMiueR (latest newsletter)
https://www.facebook.com/RestoreAChild
My poem will be published in the next edition
Categories:
newsletter, child, love, rights,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
And all it happened
As i feared
Turned into life
A nightmare
When i touched the flame
I burned down
All my ashes
Lingered around
Seeing the sky
Lying on disgust
Can never bring stars
Into your palm anigh.
Awake
And revive
From those ashes
And burn down those stars
With victory of crashes.
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Categories:
newsletter, anxiety, break up, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
You melted my dreams,
Casted it on your expectations,
Slammed it on me,
To mesh with it with determination.
Draining myself for you,
Still heard what you have done?
Before I close my eyes every night,
I wonder,do you ever love?
You mock at my feelings,
That peep through my eyes,
It's of heartache you gave,
But I am tounge tied.
You care of me sometimes,
And it's alleviating,
I forget all my sorrows,
And think you're loving.
But when the daydream shatters,
And I come in light,
All I see,
Love is but a blight.
I cannot utter "I hate you",
I feel neither,
Though you made me hate myself,
Or the world either.
Everyone says,
I should be loving you,
But I donot feel suchlike,
I feel like I am at the darkest roads,
Forlorn,
Deaf and muted,
I cannot even scream or cry.
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Categories:
newsletter, bullying, hate, love,
Form:
Free verse
When is a newsletter not a newsletter
When it's full colour and 36 pages long
Approximately 8 years ago
Began designing what was then
An 4 page black and white newsletter
It has since grown into this schmaltzy
Quarterly full colour community publication
I've always taken great pride
In every venture I became involved with
Now in my years since retirement
This exciting project has my fingers back in the pie
It has given me “raison d'être”
Translated... “a reason for being”
My only regret is that it's quarterly
And not monthly which I would much prefer
It is so very important to remain active
Any way we can in our retirement years
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
newsletter, retirement,
Form:
Narrative
‘Out’-discipline!
“Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.”
“Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.”
Unfortunately, these would only be a few of the sordid headlines;
To duly ‘captivate’ readers, if every school had its own newsletter.
The very fabric of our beloved society has become deteriorated;
Because our homes and schools have failed to function effectively.
The consequences of this failure are dramatic and far-reaching.
Therefore, immediate redress for this chaos, we should be seeking,
Teachers frequently liming; the nation’s youths, we not educating.
Usually unprepared: for work, at work; and, not completing work.
The students are not: studying, doing home-work, nor assignments.
All busy; yet, finding time for gambling, hustling, surfing ****, etc...
The school surroundings depicting ‘pollution party;’ absolutely nasty.
Manners no longer, “maketh man...” nor woman, much-less children.
This is every school’s catastrophe; total, complete, present-day anomie.
Bending/breaking rules, norms, morals or ethics - ‘perfect’ indiscipline.
Indiscipline! Everyone fed-up: teachers, students; even the parents.
Who is now responsible? Corrective measures must make statements.
‘Heads must roll’ for incompetence; ‘butts should burn’ for laziness.
Neither students nor teachers must be ‘late for school,’ or ‘bussing a lime’.
Punishment must definitely be meted out for disrespect to teachers.
Actions must be taken for insubordination, and also for instigation.
Indiscipline must be addressed immediately and harshly, to redress...
We fed-up! We taking absolutely drastic measures to ‘iron-out’ this mess.
End
By: Dion Penville
Categories:
newsletter, education,
Form:
Narrative
“But by the grace of God I am what I am…” 1Corinthians 15:10 of the King James Bible
Let me tell you a story…
It is neither fiction nor fantasy
since the main character is yours truly…
Anchored upon scriptural theology
my narrative highlights the Creator’s glory
against pride of carnal hypocrisy…
This is the chronicle of ministerial journey
commencing from momentous encounter at Calvary
when Jesus Christ set me free graciously
against sin’s grievous penalty by His love and mercy…
I was a freshman in our country’s premier university
and the Lord intervened, setting me toward what’s heavenly
though struggling, my spirit heeded to His call obediently
toward divine trek of precious, priceless legacy:
Gospel-sharing and teaching children Bible stories joyously…
With God’s compass directing along wondrous serenity
my spiritual adventure progressed meaningfully
as biblical stewardship reigned over my humanistic philosophy---
thus, enabled to choose what matters most vis-a-vis immortality
I left my prestigious college teaching job for full-time ministry
trusting the Saviour as my Master Who knows best for me…
Midst mission trips, reaching-out travels and volunteer tasks’ array
participating in kingdom-advancement, empowered through prayer-fervency
I am nurtured, nourished for life-building and care-giving simultaneously
allowing me to bloom in discipleship pursuits by His wisdom’s sufficiency
as an orphanage Mom, a learning center Ma’am, serving gladly
a values coach to police lady officers, giving counsel to live righteously
a writer of church newsletter, publishing goodness of the Almighty…
Now, I am still continuing with my journey, blest bountifully
sailing with the Captain of the sea safely
overcoming, by His compassion, doubt and uncertainty
soaring along faith’s flight majestically
vanquishing fear, misery and anxiety
hiking atop supplication-retreat mountains steadfastly
walking with my best Friend around intimate fellowship sweetly
ready for jubilant face-to-face triumphant worship throughout eternity.
April 23, 2022
1st place, "Form N - Narrative - New Poems; Theme: Journey" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/27/2022.
Categories:
newsletter, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Narrative
one of the most beautiful things a woman can experience in life
Is to bring into this world a new baby, a new child for Christ
yet the raising of a child is not such a breeze
yet God gave women the knowledge and the wisdom to succeed
a woman with faith cried out to Jesus Christ one day
she said "my daughter is possessed by demons who are having their way"
yet how did she know that Jesus was the Son of Man?
there was no newsletter nor mass media revealing God's master plan
at a time when there was no CNN or FOXNews, just c&f
the channel of the Holy Spirit know as complete faith
"for great is they faith", Jesus said "and because you believe"
"your daughter is now healed, the Holy Spirit she has received"
that mother's heart would not let up nor would it allow distraction
she had God on her mind and through His Word she sought satisfaction
a wise woman, a wise mother that inside all of us
believers in the omnipotent power that is Christ Jesus
If you seek It, you will find It
If you knock upon the door It will become ajar
If you pray , just believe It, that all is possible with God
a wise mother, a wise woman, a soothing comforter of Christ
full of the faith and wisdom God wants us all to have in life
Categories:
newsletter, caregiving, devotion, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A Poet Drives a Truck
Transmit and reflect light with a steady glow.
Inspect the equipment routinely and thoroughly.
Explore alternate routes when feasible.
Let the eyes range over the land, the sky,
the near, the distant road, and the mysterious
peripheries.
Transcend rage and panic with humor and consideration.
Tell the truth especially when a brilliant lie
seems more appropriate.
Look flowers in the eyes.
Frisk about like a dog unbound.
Sniff the night perfume of trees.
Listen to the songs of birds.
Let them take wing in the breath and soar forth
to the moon.
Editors’ Note. This poem, from which this volume takes its name, was published circa 1999 in a newsletter published by Lowell’s employer at the time, titled “Still Manifesting.”
Categories:
newsletter, truth,
Form:
Three flavors, take the sensation joyride and mystify A brain*freeze. It's mind*blowing wait n' see; I won't disappoint you, taste your rainbow and devour It's pleassure.
Chocolate: Pulses the master shake down, Pouring on the sauce, loosing all self-control
As it takes the spoon to engage out rageious behavior..... melting away through the mystical pathway of Retrieving it's self to get to the next flavor. Cause Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates, You Never Know What You Going To Get, Til It Smacks you Reesesly Stupid.
Vanilla: Meattled in Plain ol' people being stupid, but sometimes crazy~stupid is fun! Stupid is as stupid does Forrest*Gump once said. So don't justify any action.. Just indulge face first.
..And then there's strawberry: The snapp back to reality,topped off with A little whip~cream n' cherry stem! A satisfaction guarantee to full`fill your appetite... "you can count on that."
Ice~cream; ice~cream, we all scream for ice~cream. Hurray! Hurray!! We all scream for ice~cream.... Read all about it in the up*coming newsletter... Hurrah.. Hurrah... The End.
Categories:
newsletter, food, funny,
Form:
Acrostic
Yours truly designs a newsletter for some elderly folks
Mostly gossip but scattered throughout are some corny jokes
Also who's still alive
For those few that survived
Soon will be getting down to those dreaded short strokes
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
newsletter, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Read My Poems Will Not Wait
Put poems in church newsletter, I certainly do dare
All poets say mine have become beyond compare
Can constantly forever hold you in suspense
Give in by reading poems and be one that relents.
My great poems have often been read out loud
Other poets with ability know that I am endowed
Even if going gets tough my poems must read
To fulfill numerous desires along with each need.
By God have been blessed with an extraordinary ability
To write verse well invariably in form of a soliloquy
When rationally trying to find rhyme and reason
They are both in my poems during any season.
God immediately helps me and He will not wait
And my moving reflux reaction is to regurgitate
Words up that at a time or two I was dreaming
More smoothly flowing while they were streaming.
Some say you like literally being a literary scholar
Maybe what you should do is to give Horn a holler
In church newsletter begin and start to advertise
Horn's poems which would be word to the wise.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
And Adjunct to the St. James Episcopal junk
Along with cleaning up tarnished landscape
Which to some is a sour grape.
Categories:
newsletter, humorous, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet
The dawn broke glittering and chirping,
The newspaper boy wheeled into,
The newsletter read the lines,
Kidnaps, violence, riots, rapes, theft, murder, bombs dropped onto civilians
invasion, gang wars, homicide, scandals, scams, anarchy, chaos……!!!!
News scroll portrayed inert words and lifeless lines;
Cops, Judiciary, Politician and cataract Medias
all deserted the needy and drooped into silence.
Pleaded the ill-treated and oppressed among men, women and children whose
cry were “Our Lord!.. Rescue us from this town whose people are oppressors;
and raise for us from You one who will protect,
and raise for us from You one who will help”.
Responded none,
But only the resonance;
Not a stern stride against,
Not a folded fist against,
Not a bold shout against,
Not even a broken heart against these mournful statuses.
The dark clouds of silence veiled the world,
Unable to hold the agony, the sky wept,
Drizzling and showering into fury adorned by the light and thunder,
Awakening the lifeless and rejuvenating the soulless;
Yet not the conscience of the,conscious, bi-legged.
All drooped as if doomed,
The benign angels too ceased the prayers of peace.
The query of the Most Merciful Lord
“Why don’t you…?”
Replied
“Verily, will not you change the state of people who do
in no way wish themselves to be so; then why us, in vain?”
Alas!!!, brought into action, severe ordeals by the Lord, the dreadful fire swept,
Drastic Tsunamis, trembling earthquakes, Hurricanes, famine, drought...
For, if it was The Sustainer and The Angels to revamp the planet;
then what the cause for the mankind to exist on earth…???
The shiver led to consciousness;
Come; arise for the helpless and suppressed,
Propagate virtue and demolish the vices;
For, neither Moses,
nor Jesus,
nor Daveed
nor Mohammed, (peace be upon them), to come,
to seize the hands of the culprit,
Rather, time awaits and longs you, Samaritans to do the verdict.
Know my friend It’s, “Miles to go before you sleep”
Now tell me, what shall I wish u...??
A Good Morning or Mourning…..!!!
And what do you wish and will for…???
Categories:
newsletter, faith, inspirational, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Free verse
(for Gahan Wilson)
Mushroom stew, mushroom stew
Nothing more or less will do
Needs no spice, no barley rice,
Laced with wine would not be nice.
Every morning, noon and night
Mushroom buttons grace my plate
With my fork and spoon and knife
Feasting till the hour is late.
A tasty brew is mushroom stew
Makes you dream and makes you scream
Eat some and I promise you
You'll become a mushroom, too.
"Mushroom Stew" appeared in my newsletter Mushroom Stew 1, 1975. It was collected in the big omnibus Anthony Shriek: His Doleful Adventures; or, Lovers of Another Realm (Centipede Press, 2017), containing the horror novel plus a second book's worth of short stories, novelettes, poems, and "odd end pieces."
Categories:
newsletter, evil, fantasy, food, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
This contest today, i want to vote for her
This newsletter of the day, i want to talk of her
She is a woman of virtue, collected in her ways
She never gossips, she never starts rumors
She is a professional woman, with only one goal
To be an angel in this earth
Written 2/12/15
Contest: an angel in disguise
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Categories:
newsletter, angel, hero, woman,
Form:
Verse
We stand by God’s well of blessings daily
As He invites us to delight in them tremendously.
There He assures us of His eternal loving presence wondrously
With His providence and protection indeed covering us truly…
Thus, we thank Him with glad praises* constantly!
We draw living waters from God’s well of salvation**
Whenever we lose our joy because of pride and transgression.
There we remember Christ’s sacrificial work for our regeneration
With His bruises and wounds for our forgiveness and justification…
Thus, we thank Him with worshipful jubilation!
We stay freely at God’s well of contentment
As He welcomes us to His satisfying replenishment.
There He comforts our souls, so weary from worldly entertainment
With His caring instruction and admonition that cure envy’s ailment…
Thus, we thank Him with earnest commitment!
We desire to get near God’s well of revival
Whenever we’re discouraged with our earthly survival.
There He empowers us to cling to Him for His approval
With His strength and might to prepare us for Christ’s arrival…
Thus, we thank Him with firm confidence of doubts’ removal!
We rest beside God’s well of peace and calmness
As He greets us after labouring in His kingdom’s business.
There He offers to us triumph’s sweetness in fellowship’s closeness
With His compliments and rewards for our faithfulness…
Thus, we thank Him with sincere humbleness!***
*Psalm 92:1 It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High.
**The poem of seven stanzas was originally penned on October 31, 2008, with the title, “Wells of God’s Blessings.” It was published “Wells of God’s Blessings thru Supplications” on March 8, 2009 in the ACTS 29 Newsletter of the Christian Bible Baptist Church, San Pedro, Laguna, Philippines.
***These are among the seven stanzas included in my 2016 self-published booklet, “BEATITUDES’ THANKSGIVING 1 Thessalonians 5:18 POEMS” of 44 pages.
October 27, 2020
2nd place, "Have You Published" Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 11/23/2020.
Categories:
newsletter, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme