Best Serving Poems
A Potluck of People can be hard to Digest or assimilate
Different customs Different taste
Only One dish can truly Satisfy the human race
A Serving of Joy placed on the table by Love on Christmas Day
Serving one's country used to be a task done
with loyalty and pride,
but, the truth sets in after the perilous ride,
Veterans are let down by the promises made,
After the adrenaline subsides,
They are left hanging in the shade,
without aid,
homes, families
and incomes,
Abandoned without hope,
thinking that they are only
as good as their last battle,
shifted around like unwanted cattle,
How can America prosper with
these uncomfortabilities on their hands?
Veterans and their families deserve
a life that's becoming of the sacrifices
they made,
They deserve to feel pride and a sense of
satisfaction, long after the battle and
recuperation.....
Only,
When one finds the courage
To sacrifice his ego on
The altar of love,
Then and only then,
He can be ready to devote himself
Into the service of humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 October 2022
Think
Believe
Understand
Find happiness
Humbly serve Jesus with dignity
Written for Brian's contest.
Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God?
There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to…
I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!”
“We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!”
“We have great people too..” “This is most certain!”
“You’re invited to a service that is really great.”
“It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.”
“You’ll find a great service in just one hour!”
“You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.”
“The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!”
“Getting more people into our building is our goal!”
I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?”
In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving?
What does scripture say about Christ’
body’s purpose and meaning?
Are we focused on God? Or what gives us
a “good feeling?”
Holiness and repentance must be our
daily goal and passion…
Being sold out to Christ
may seem “old fashioned.”
I’d rather have Jesus than the
“greatness of a church” any day.
I’ll love and worship HIM…
No matter that others say!
May we all return to our first love...
Jesus must be our lord!
It’s in heaven where we need to have
our treasures stored!
I seek the greatness of our God!
And I worship his mighty name!
With him in church..…
Things will never be the same!
By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11
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Gifted souls with tender touch
and morning dew
Slumped forward with pen and slip
eager to share what God to us
did bless
Rhyming and flowing
serving those who crave
the passion and desire
of the poets mind
A sip of the goblet
and an extra word
to keep the hearts
of the excited
in burn
A Serving of Bacteria With the Pork?
By Elton Camp
It’s hard to believe that some say
Eating pork that’s pink is okay
Here’s how a supermarket survey went
Yersinia were found in nearly 70 percent
Salmonella, enterococcus and listeria too
Make undercooked pork a meal to rue
Since hogs to begin with aren’t very clean
Better hygiene in processing it does mean
In the meantime, what can pork eaters do
For reasonable safety, the options are two
Cross-contamination must not take place
And adequate cooking germs will efface
It makes some wonder if they might
Embrace a largely vegetarian diet
In Georgia we get a little taste of Hell with the summer heat,
Surely without our AC we would be dead meat.
It feels like a roaring campfire when you go outside,
You are covered in sweat, and want to run back inside.
It makes you wonder how hot Hell would be,
Although it feels like Hell now at 105 degrees!
We had better live as good as we can be...
The devil won’t be serving any southern iced tea!
I lift my soul unto you my Father
Help me against my enemies, I bow to you
Your strength is what I'm searching for,and I seek your honor
I will serve you the rest of my days in love with all that I do
For Brian Strand
ONE SINGLE FOUR LINE END RHYME
Talked to my recruiter
Felt it was my duty sir
Raised my hand said yes I can
Be a great American
Sent me off to boot camp
Sargent treated me like crap
Never got to thank his Mom
The one who raised this hellish son
Made me a man sent me to war
Not knowing what I'm fighting for
Traveled to Afghanistan
To kill some guy named Taliban
Now I'm hunkered in a ditch
Missing Momma's fish and grits
Planes are flying over head
Pretty soon we'll all be dead
All it is that I can say
I'm to young and dumb to die this way
Then I got a good report
They have no need for me no more
Landing on the tarmac
Hello America it's me I'm back
Greeted by my two best friends
Nodding Bob and Stutter Jim
Even got my old job back
Who would have ever thought of that
Still in service to my country
Behind the counter at Burger King
All I have to say in close
Would you like some fries with those...
Serving my Nation I dreamed
But to wake and dread
Making a precis of the data.
Imaging the drops
Cascading my drums
Which eyelashes could not dam.
Was it not my desire
That I be decked
In the coveted dress?
Oh the monster's drill
That kept me drenched
And oft kept me dry
But patently in few days'
I shall hear the thrum of drum
And in the end find the City a droll.
Please ‘fix it’ for the victims of Jimmy Saville
He had unlimited access to Stoke Mandeville
and abused patients who were vulnerable and ill
It’s disgraceful he retains his ‘Sir’ title still
Jimmy Saville was a celebrity on the TV
Children wrote ‘Jim please fix it for me’
Innocent kids they would sit on his knee
For him to remain a ‘Sir’ is a great travesty
Running marathons for many a mile
Gold tracksuits were his chosen style
His fans would cheer and smile
Unaware he was a vile paedophile
Now full details of his abuse have arisen
He should have been locked away in prison
Retaining his knighthood needs urgent revision
I implore you to reverse your decision
Operation Yewtree Contest
Sponsored by Catie Lindsey
NB He hosted a TV programme called Jim'll fix it'
Written by Jan Allison
3/13/18
Once her mission had been defined by divinity,
My immortal soul incarcerated was, within the
Walls of here and now
For
To serve temporality, under the watchful eyes of
Her warden- the vigilant time- till she is released
From her mortal bonds,
By
Awaiting eternity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 January 2016
Dad Did Die
Why was it really meant to be?
Dad did die serving his country
Me and my family are left alone
Each day when the sun had shone.
I am still so lonely each night
And sad tears off have to fight
Never receiving a one last kiss;
Him forever will always miss.
It is now another Veterans Day again;
My dad was one of many mighty men
Who for country had given his all
And for him one day God did call.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC Name of Father
Arthur Frederick Horn, CPO, AOC, USN
USS Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVA-11
Killed on August 8th, 1956
A Colossus
And on it
An emblazoned inscription
From days long gone by
A message
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Dreams
Made real
Breathe in the life
TRUE freedom brings
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Power
Of Pain
Of Happiness and Sadness
Her TRUTH
Remains
Rest upon this lady,
Who beckons to ALL
From her golden shores
For EACH of you
Her message
Her edification
Her promise
To EACH of YOU
Who once sought comfort
Within her bountiful borders
And in her majestic corridors.
Her light she brings.
To those made to run from far flung shores
How dire their need must be
To flee from home
From EVERYONE and EVERYTHING
They’ve ever known.
Only one promise she has made them
Upon your words and deeds
Upon ALL your hard works
will deliver
The promise
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Freedom
How can it be ?
So MANY
Who once sought refuge within her arms
Have forgot
THEIR OWN STORY
Of Pain,
Of desperate pleas.
Pledging, upon her
With doors widened
Her all encompassing compassion and care.
Least YOU
NEVER FORGET
YOUR PLEDGE
YOUR PROMISE
To share
THESE ENDOWMENTS unselfishly
And without discrimination
To each who struggled and sacrificed ALL
For the opportunity
TO BE FREE.
To pursue
THESE above all.
Those words
Upon her
This dream
Made real.