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My Contribution

Oh, what shall be my contribution
To the Temple of my King?
When I ascend His holy mountain
What right tribute could I bring?

What present would my Lord desire?
What might serve His kingdom plan?
See, He is a consuming fire
Can we meet? By grace we can!

What goodness could I ever give Him?
How shall I approach my Lord?
I never could deserve to see him
Ne’er could I His grace afford

Is Yahweh pleased with streams of oil?
With ten thousand fatted rams?
How shall I prove that I am loyal?
Humbly guarding His commands

Yes, He has shown what He deems proper
Blood-cleansed hands; a firm, pure heart
A life of trust in my good Father
Was His purpose from the start

I climb His mount with joy and singing
With a heart to volunteer
Surrender is what I am bringing
As He calls me to come near

Beyond the Concrete Jungle

The Khasis
and their living root bridges,
woven whispers of time,
a testament to patience
and respect for growth.

The Santhals
and their vibrant saris,
each thread a story told,
a tapestry of dances,
a chorus of ancient songs.

The Gonds
and their painted walls,
stories etched in ochre,
a language of the earth,
a legacy of dreams.

The Todas
and their gentle herds
a symphony of bells,
a rhythm of the mountains,
a peace beyond words.

The Siddas
of Karnataka's hills,
a whisper in the wind,
a pearl of wisdom in their eyes,
a connection to the stars.

The Naga
and their warrior grace,
a symphony of drums,
a dance of fierce devotion,
a spirit unyielding.

The Jarawa
of the Andaman Islands,
a connection to the sea,
a whisper in the waves,
a rhythm of the tides.

The Rabha
and their bamboo flutes,
songs of love and longing,
a melody of the forest,
a dance beneath the moon.

The Bhils
and their bow and arrow,
a hunter's heart and soul,
a respect for the wild,
a harmony with the earth.

Oh, these are the things that whisper in my soul,
even in the city's clamour.
In their enduring wisdom, 
I find my own.

It is not the size of your contribution that counts

It is not the size of your contribution that counts in this life,
But your willingness to contribute that counts in this life.

It is not how hard you try in this life that counts,
But the number of times you try in this life that counts.

It is not how much others are prepared to give that counts in this life,
It is how much you are prepared  to receive that counts in this life. 

It is not how many times you smile in this life that counts,
But how many times you make others cry in this life that counts.

The Aged

A gain in age 
A loss in life span
A gain in age 
A loss in health
A gain in  age 
A loss in value
Unless he has invaluable contribution
Like Abraham Lincoln the president
Like Albert Eistein the scientist
Like Confucius the philosopher
Or else he will be gradually forgotten
Retreating from this world
Unlike an antique
Which time gives it value 
Who will give the aged value 
Of course no one else 
Except his family and the loved ones 
Except the Almighty God

Dancing With Eternity

chances less than one in a centillion
we became human not penicillin
born to planet spiraling around sun
swift journey through life only just begun
not capable of fending for ourselves
relying on what parenting compels
'til point of making our own decisions
despite doubt, false starts and some derision
whether worker, lawyer, doctor or star
we struggle to be sure of who we are
we fabricate our own evolution
hopefully making some contribution

through trials, tribulation, perversity
we dance our own dance with eternity

Sunset

Sunset 
The last struggle 
And the last contribution
Of the sun
To mankind and his world
For a single day
After that the night 
The moon and the stars 
Will come to take over
Sunset may resemble man 
At his old age
The moon and the stars resemble 
The next generation
But most men at his old age are
Helpless
Only knowledge and experience 
May help
At old age 
Health is the most important affair 
Just not to trouble anyone else
And for sunset
It will slowly become 
Only a recall of
A  scene and a memory 
Of the younger days

Poems Related To War - Zero Contribution

Peace Talks begin 
in the expectation of an agreement 
to be signed soon,
But talks usually start at noon,
they never end 
as though they are held on the moon

Dawn Chorus Contribution: Nrn 2021

…Here,
            as one 
               with 
                the air
            i am a
      stray blade 
of couch grass
      dancing  
        in the 
        wind..
           As
       Life is,
      so am I 
    TODAY..

For My Father

Funny how faith found me, when you said you'd send for me

Abundance, I heard, abound  in the United States of America

Travel was in my blood; warmed my heart that you filed for me

Humbly I waited my Quota at the U.S. Embassy in Belize, British Honduras

Eagerly you awaited my arrival

Reaching you, my life began anew with stern and lenient caring

Safe and secured, I was proud owner of a Green card.


Dad, I remembered you renovating our home before the hurricane season

America saw you laboring as Construction worker and Carpenter

Yes, you  worked, womanized, and drank to life.

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(Every man wishes  to be understood with pardon and compassion.)

Experts Insist On a Bovine Contribution In the War Against Climate

I'm Olive, a once flatulent cow.
Spinach is all I eat now.
That silly green grass
is a thing of the past,
for a new wind is blowing this hour.
To methane reduction all power!
If you're a cow too,
show assent by a moo.

Comment:
What could be odder
than this switch to new fodder?

On Making a Difference

On Making a Difference

It does not matter how much money I have.
Nor how many medals or trophies I own.
Making a difference in the lives of others is 
the way to live, I was shown.

Living as if I were the Hope Diamond under 
glass, is no way for me to live, alas!
No need for hundreds to stare at me in stupefied awe!
Getting and not giving is the biggest booby prize of all.

Counting my medals and jewelsas if I were Queen of 
the May,
Tells the biggest story of all...a big ego at play.
Winner take all is the opposite of giving.
Demanding people kiss our feet, is the saddest and 
emptiest way of living.

August 19, 2019

Faeries Contribution To Morning

The glistening dew 
brings happiness to morning
a smile on my face
recognizing faerie works
honored for the reveal

My Contribution To Saving the Planet

I gave up my clothes drier,
For cleaner air.

I started a metal recycling scheme for my local church,
So as not to leave them in the lurch.

I dig most of my waste food into the garden,
And it now looks more like a miniature Eden,

I separate my paper and plastics,
And only toss waste into bins.

I try not to buy products that contain palm oil,
Cause the environment they only spoil.

I read up on what is user friendly,
And treat Animals Kindly.

 I pick up rubbish in the street,
To make it look neat.

I hardly ever take the car anywhere I can walk,
As I try to not be just all talk.

I write on both sides of a sheet of paper,
Which I think quite proper.  

We don't have a TV in every room,
Or more than one broom.

Our batteries we re-charge,
Despite the extra charge.

Yet my biggest contribution to sustainability,
Something that needs a lot of agility,
And built up resist-ability,
That will give you respectability,
And your dollars longevity,
Leaving you with credibility,
When if you only need one commodity,
That is all you come out with, hopefully.

Theoretical Contribution

OPEN THE DOOR SASSY
            I GOT SOMETHING
         PRETTY TO SHOW YOU
   COME ON SASSY GET THE DOOR
        IT'S A REAL PRETTY THING
             YOU'LL LOVE IT.
IT GETTIN COLD OUT HERE SASSY COME ON.
         SASSY OPEN THE DOOR, BABY
           PEOPLE ARE START TO LOOK.
                          SASSY !
                          SASSY !
          KNOCKING ON THE DOOR,
sASSY OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BEFORE I KICK IT IN.
        sASSY WHAT YOU DOING IN THEIR?

No Contribution To Troubles

Society has been infested and inflicted
With wrong doings, crimes, immorality, horror, terror
Causing deprivation, sadness, unrest;

Let’s share our joyous, happy moments
With the sad, the deprived and the distressed ones
To make their lives easy with comforts.

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