Best Volunteer Poems
When I see a homeless man or woman
I instantly just throw prayer their way.
When with a little, child I will listen,
No matter if it takes them long to say
What in their mind they feel is important.
It helps to build their sense of worth, I know.
I always give compliments to strangers
Even if they regard me as their foe.
You never know what stresses they might have,
Nor how your comment could just be that light
That causes them to seek a kinder path
When their emotions rue the darkest night.
Animals see me as a pied piper...
They somehow feel my aura loves them so.
Even if they seem quite temperamental
They follow me where ever I might go.
I work my magic best with reiki hands
I volunteer my time and help to heal
Those infirm or injured in hospital
With universal energy that's real.
Last not least, I sign numbers for the deaf.
They greet me wth happy smiling faces.
They adore playing Bingo each Wednesday.
I'm rich with love, from so many places.
November 8, 2018
*Note I got busy and didn't get this posted in time for the contest.
A Little Kindness Never Hurts Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brenda Chiri ~CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE WINNERS~
I realize that I had the
most steady heart
the heart of him who thinks of you
to continue to help with a
sense of loyalty
even if it is just a dream
I realize that I had the
Most creative heart
the heart of him who write to volunteers
to continue to show care with a
sense of loyalty
Even if "a caring heart" is just a dream.
I realize that I had the
Most sweetest heart
the heart of him who shares
to continue to love with a
sense of loyalty
Even if he is in love with a dream.
The call goes out, the horn it sounds.
Someones fight for life begins uptown.
Most of us hear that horn from the safety of our home,
not giving it a thought as it bellows out it's tone.
But for a certain few, that sound means so much more.
It's someones cry for help and that quick they're out the door..
For their the Volunteers and my respect for them immense,
when their out there fighting fires, no matter how intense..
The screeching of a wheel.
The sound of breaking glass.
Your entombed in your car
and you think that breaths your last.
But a few minuets pass , as the roof it's cut away.
You hear a friendly voice assuring you're OK.
They say our countries values , have gone a bit astray.
I say that isn't true for volunteers are born each day..
So if you hear that horn as you go about your way.
Please take a couple minutes and Volunteer yourself to Pray...
The Volunteer
Each heartbeat of the volunteer
Exudes a hope for mankind that
Embodies lessons of mercy,
Honour, and compassion; equal
That higher calling made to all
Believers. The power of...love.
Not just love for friends, but strangers.
Daily sacrificing their lives
And their selves on the alter of
Humanity. For no other
Reason but that calling breathed
Deep within each drop of blood...That
"Greater love has no man than this:
to lay down his life for his friends. "
3.26.2017©deborah burch
Sonnet
Dedicated:
In Honour of my son
In Memory of my husband
And to all "Good Samaritans" in the world
Holy Bible: reference
John:15:13
Why I Volunteer at Meals on Wheels
Why I volunteer at Meals on Wheels,
I do it to help people receive meals.
I had to get a photo id
This is for the people’s safety
At first I thought of it as just something to do
After that first day I realized that wasn’t true
I deliver a meal to the elderly and I do it with care
Some of the elderly may be in a wheelchair
The hot food is carried in a hot insulated bag
The cold food is carried in a cold insulated bag
It’s a good feeling to volunteer
The people appreciate that we care
I knock at the door and yell hello
I also check on them before I go
A stranger had said to me, thank you
She was thanking me for what I do
It’s a good feeling to volunteer
This is something we Americans do to show we care
Vigour is needed
Opportunity arises
Love is shared
Unconditional is Service
Nurturing is done
Time is devoted
Excitement exists
Energy generates
Realism occurs
A Meals on Wheels Volunteer
We give our time and use our wheels
When we deliver hot and cold meals
Bringing our elderly and disabled a meal to eat
We go to homes on many a street
We do this to show we care
It’s a good feeling to volunteer
In the winter months we never know
Sorry when we miss because of snow
This can be our way of thanking you
The elderly, the disabled and shut-ins to
For what we do we receive no pay
Just a thank you would be okay
I've met doctors who have played the know it all role,
Who thought they knew all there was to know,
To listen to their hearts seemed a waste of their time,
Diagnosing a persons heart without even really hearing their cries,
This behavior disturbed me to no end,
Not wanting to share because of this attitude, can you really blame them,
They've already been labeled so why even try,
To take the time to look into their eyes,
To get to know them and be their friend,
Was not a part of their job description,
I would NEVER want that prestigious degree,
Thanks,,but NO THANKS, I'll wash dishes gratefully,
All the money in the world can't buy,
The love that I saw in their eyes,
When I look back to when I wanted to go back to college,
To get paid for my passion, I don't think I would want it!
The boxes on the counter contain open-wide beaks
Of newly hatched birds, each begging for the food he seeks.
These babies are orphans, whose parents died or have left,
Or they fell out of a nest, leaving parents bereft.
Birds, hand-raised, are depending on those volunteering.
Our heroes are the bird lovers who show such caring.
We need these helpers who feed each one in small amount,
And those who scan the skies to achieve a yearly bird count.
I'm thankful for bird lovers who are keeping the score,
And saving robin's and egrets, and so many more.
it”s the softest stage of fear
in a fluffy atmosphere
and the Kiss is flying low
upon the face of the snow-
you can build a nice career
if you study all the beer
wearing the brown uniforms
of demoted unicorns
and the black eyes of a Saint
who will literally faint
in such burning Poetry,
just like me,
oh!
just like Me!
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Home of the free
Home of the brave
Home of the innocent
Home of the heroes
Home of the victims
Home of the forgotten
Home of the broken
Home of the dead
Handshakes,kisses and fond farewell
with destiny's tears no thing could quell.
in Crystalline couplet form
Looking back, I cherish the memories,
Of the firehouse and my fellow colleagues.
The camaraderie, the shared experience,
The bonds we formed, will always make sense.
I found purpose in serving others,
In moments of strife, I discovered my true colors.
Selflessness, bravery, and dedication,
Are the hallmarks of our noble vocation.
So here's to our firefighters, the brave and true,
Who risk their lives, to protect me and you.
May their courage and strength, never waver,
For they are the heroes, who we must savor.
the streets took hold like death to you fair queen
your crown a rag wrapped round thy weary head
a need, a goal but often just a dream
your body, your mind, the need to be fed
a heartfelt cry as I called out your name
to you I strode across the shelter floor
homeless armor wrapped tight ‘round your svelte frame
our embrace this reunion oh so pure
no home for you no food to eat or drink
your world is there tucked inside a brown bag
but still you are able to hear and think
your heart, your pride a weight to bare, to drag
we’ll cross this naked bridge once more my friend
and when we do embrace shall come again
Freedom has been forced out, it is long gone
and on the back of kindness it rode.
Pride spreads the unpleasant atmosphere through its campaign
setting up annexes and covering more zip codes.
Even the joyful melody of happiness
are crippled and void of cheerful nodes
Sweeping off all goodness to leave stones and thistles,
that’s exactly hatred’s kind of abode.
On every signal coming from the offender
fury’s occupation increases, giving peace no road.
The parachute of grievance circumvent round the neck
like the throat stressed by a swallowed living toad.
All these weight and heavy burden can be thrown
done by untying the ropes and activating the mode.
Arms should stay open to the fresh air of forgiveness
and completely be free from this enslaving load.