The woman at the shelter with 7 kids
I felt blessed in my mess
My infant won’t remember this
Her kids were cute from 10 to 2
Pitter patter a stepping ladder
How she loved on them swooned
The shelter gave her a few carts
They made do with those few
Sleeping was a Tetris game of art
I remember how cold it was
We huddle and cuddle
Warming our children with love
Watching like a hawk at lights off
Such a place often not safe
From two legged predators that walk
I told myself never will I share the story
Forget you’re here dry your tears
But trial to triumph God gives glory
I wonder about that woman still
Did her kids remember it
The cots the situation the chill
Instead of keeping it a silver secret
Told my son what was done
Hoping he won’t ever repeat it need it
Thank you for the heavenly volunteers
Working there donating care
I remember after all these years happy tears
Upon opening the dusty spruce door,
I am greeted by an old friend.
Charming woman, full of life and eager to chat.
As we entered her office, the soft brown couch was as tempting as ever.
Her oak roll top desk was neatly clean, her room had the aesthetic of a beach house.
After a few years of missed appointments, I feel ready to chat with her once more.
The faint sounds of rush hour traffic echoed in the distance.
Talking about my mornings, and memories I avoid naming, I confess what I’m willing to share.
She pauses, reflects, then softly speaks.
“I’m glad you didn’t, I’ve thought about you several times over the last couple of years.”
I force a soft smile.
It’s not easy explaining the sentences I stop myself from finishing.
This sealed vessel, there is no use for a broken sword.
However, she’s always kept her door open for me.
She’s the only one who listens and doesn’t interrupt me.
As our time came to an end for the day,
I thanked her for donating her time to see me.
As I get ready to leave,
All I can do is think of how comfortable the couch feels.
Clean water,
We all need it
To stay healthy
And live a long life.
Clean water,
We all need it,
Wherever we live,
Whatever language we speak.
Clean water,
We all need it,
But not everyone has it.
We can help those
Who don’t have it,
By donating money
To charity.
With this money,
Everyone can enjoy
Clean water and
A long life.
18/10/24
Written for 65th Glasgow Girls’ Brigade Explorers section badge work session 2024/25
Got myself a donor card.
One day I will depart.
Donating all my organs
but you can keep my heart.
Being Generous Toward Others
Written: by Miracle Man
5/20/2024
Kindness is my mindset for gladly sharing,
of things I’m blessed with regardless of wealth.
It lets others see that I’m truly caring,
not given to be seen but done so in stealth.
I take bighearted stances when donating time,
I always give purposefully from belief.
It always comes back to me in this lifetime,
Pleasing God gives me a feeling of relief.
Whether driving a car or at roadside thumbing,
Believing is mile one on the highway to becoming.
Tom
Love is so much and so little
Big blue moves to prove one is true
Donating a kidney or other organ
Or little thoughtful green gestures
Being there loyal and true holding hands
But in my life love is a unicorn
Running wild and free
Not limited to this world
Colorful and magical because
Two hearts beat as one
Galloping uninhibited anyplace
It is like having your own island
With everything you need upon it
Until you have it you don’t know
How limited you are
Love knows no bounds
Like the unicorn with wings
It flies above ordinary human things
Love of a child man woman or pet
Love of a hobby or dream
Is inspiring
So a kiss is like a lavender love letter
A hug is like a plush purple poem
Intimacy is the touch so strong
It is like making music with long
Flowing melodies from each heart
Soft and hard graceful and sharp
Changing growing never boring in dark
Each one reach one and never
Is there a note that is without hope
For we live in hopes of being loved
Yet we can love despite never having it returned
The unicorn will always be a myth
To those who have not had love
Transform them and show them
You are someone’s unicorn in love.
Living a long life can be at times trying,
when people you've known are moving on, dying..
Eventually we all come to the end of that road.
It's best to get prepared, not just be that squashed toad..
Larry passed from lung cancer from his years in the navy..
Karen died of cancer too, of which she fought most bravely..
My dad went peacefully while he was asleep.
Micheal left while on the toilet. Good grief!
Be by accident, disease, or so-called natural causes, how
does one prepare for the "d" day that befalls us?
1. Be a good scout and prepare for the unseen and
pay close attention to your personal hygiene.
First responders who will arrive on the scene, much
prefer a fresh corpse and one that's mostly clean...
2. Before fate propels you to heavens gates or up
to the skies, get those finances in order and try
to downsize.
3.If your blessed with a good ticker, consider
donating a body part. Some one out there whose suffering
might possibly need you're heart.
Death is the ultimate climax of life so be prepared to eliminate strife.
Honesty is my best policy or is it; I ponder
so be truthful, not to later have to pay a plunder...
fore some consequence, after told your fibbing,
see another do as myself; Charitably, donating...
OR
I've seen both sides now fore looking back...
nor lose sleep over anything said to anyone...
Or your dear spouse
everyone expects you to be honest; Watch their back...
while fallacious, that little white lie, may...
Save Your Life
I'm looking for word jewel
as an adornment to offer my love
offering a friendly shoulder
donating you novel color...
I summon eternal flames
and invoke superior inflection
to present you in emotion way...!
Whether it's a clear night or a dark one,
bright or cloudy day,
I manifest my intention...
Build you poetic paradise,
full of poetry and blessing...!
Just to make you feel high !
While looking for ways to make cash.
I got an idea from my smart wifey Ash.
She learned of donating my plasma.
Which might make meds for asthma.
So looking into it I really was a skeptic.
Wanted to avoid risks of seeing a medic.
But I learned I keep most of my red cells.
The places are clean without odd smells.
So I gave it a shot and got screened.
My confidence in this was redeemed.
No one felt the needles and screamed.
It wasn’t as sketchy as it first seemed.
People here appear calm and relaxed.
Not coming across emotionally taxed.
We clenched fists to help machines pump.
Giving a lifesaving plasma supply a bump.
These phlebotomists are a friendly group.
The local CSL team operates like a troop.
Making the process as smooth as can be.
Donating is a relaxing experience for me.
The cash covers a few expenses these days. And soending a few hours here weekly pays.
If you can give blood this is a better option.
But only for those who follow their caution.
So check out your CSL to see for yourself.
If your donation experience feels top shelf.
My poesie is from heaven
Sky, sun, moon and love,
Love with love offer
offer by donating my poetry...
Quote by Dandapani:
A man who prepares for war invites war/A man who prepares for God invites God
War And Peace
I am not ready to strap a grenade to my chest
for the sake of more power
Nor am I ready to kill my fellow man for the
sake of pleasing my Government
I am not ready to die so that I could know
which side of the fence I didn't blow
War and Peace, a silver knife ready to be used
Once side butters organs for evil doers full of hate
the other, the cockles of a compassionate heart
I rather die in peace donating my parts to love
then in a merciless cruel way such as war...
How about you, how do you wish to die ?
I have a little leech;
I bring him out to play.
I really only see him
Every 57th day.
He’s happiest when I let him
Just lie there on my arm,
But I can’t let him stay too long,
‘Cuz we’ll both come to harm.
And so I let him have a bit
To bring my iron down,
And then we get a T-shirt that
We sport about the town.
It would be so much better
To sell him off for cash,
But all they ever do with him
Is throw him in the trash.
Given your anemia,
you could play some too;
We could start a line and hook
Direct from me to you.
Is it possible for joy and sorrow to share the same space…
together…in the here and now…
My answer use to be maybe…but, for the life of me, I couldn’t see how
I thought of Joy and sorrow as polar opposites…each one in their own way distinct…but now I know there are times in our life when the two are inextricably linked.
A mother’s joy at the birth of her baby…joy felt from the very start…followed by the sorrow of knowing her baby won’t survive without a different heart.
The joy of another mother with a healthy baby…their memories already being collected…followed by the sorrow that accompanies her baby’s death…a death quite unexpected.
Sorrow at the death of her baby…wondering if fate she will ever forgive…followed by the joy of donating her baby’s heart…so another baby may live.
Sorrow at the helplessness of a mother watching her baby slowly depart…followed by the joy of receiving the precious gift of another baby’s heart.
Is it possible for joy and sorrow to share the same space?
My answer is no longer maybe…
as I watched one mother listen to her baby’s heart…
inside another mother’s baby.
- Since love is priceless,
how am I going to pay this bill !
- With love, my dear!
- Love is something i do not have...
- Pay with your life then...
- How...
- Dying... !
- May i pretend to Love...
- Yes, attempt this... starting donating
All your money !
- Ok i have one !
- One million...
- One dólar !
- I Will kill you !
And he did... so the story finished... !
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