It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
If someone is struggling, give them a hand.
Does someone annoy you? Then press rewind.
Put yourself in the shoes in which THEY stand.
See things from others’ perspective and know
it’s not all that difficult to be kind.
Smile at the grumpy ones. Give it a go!
Folks’ trials are not hard to be divined.
We all have trials which we’ve been assigned.
Patience and compassion we learn this way.
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
Judge not your neighbors. For guidance pray!
Someone feels sick? Ask them what you can do.
Someone looks lost or lonely? Don’t act blind.
Find one to help them if it can’t be you.
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
June 8, 2020
N/A not entered in any other contest since
THE REASON FOR THE SEASON
Christmas is on the horizon
There's magic in the air
Santa Claus and his elves
Have many toys to share
They solicit Frosty the Snowman
To come give them a hand
But he's too busy romping
In a Winter Fairy Land
In numerous houses everywhere
Folks are trimming the tree
With twinkling lights and ornaments
All so lovely to see
There's the sound of jingle bells
And children on their sled
Racing down the hillside
Each wanting to be ahead
But wait, there's more to Christmas
Than what is mentioned here
The Birth of the Christ Child
Is quickly drawing near
Christ is the reason for the season
Sleigh bells and Rudolph are fun
But let's turn our eyes upon Jesus
Because He is God's Only Son
Unable to bold the requested 10 words but all words are included in poem
~Homeless~
(Monchielle)
The homeless have no home
They need a place to live
They got no food to eat
Some want to work but can't
They live out there in street
The homeless have no home
Sleep in cartoon boxes
Many under bridge live
Folks feel contempt for them
Homeless need to survive
The homeless have no home
They roam streets day and nights
In towns and cities you see
Folks reject them, need help
Give them a hand they plea
The homeless have no home
Are hopeless, have nothing
Some trapped by drugs, crime
They're someone's child, brother
They need help all the time.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
May.11.2016
~Authors Notes:
The "Monchielle" is a poetry form or style created by Jim T. Henriksen.
She sat on the pavement as the world walked by
She's just another vagrant not a mum a daughter or wife
Claiming state benefits and living the high life ?
Sat on the pavement , a discharged mental patient .
She sat on a park bench as the world walked by
The office she once managed on the skyline
A bottle of cheap merlot gripped in her hand
sat on the park bench, just another alcoholic hitting the wine
She's sat in the squat, drug syringe in hand
with a twinge of regret she injects her right arm
as the cries of her baby can be heard in a far of room
Sat in her squat, just a drug addict hitting the highs.
invisible people all need to be helped
A simple good morning is all that it takes
a free coffee a sandwich or even a pound
they are people with feeling, lets give them a hand .
26042016 comp entry the invisible people I think of are real,just ignored by society and left to drown in their addictions
COMP ENTRY 24042016
Duty Does Call
Veterans are people who represent us all
As each and every day of duty does call
Fighting for freedom defending out land
Ensuring all is properly planned and manned.
They lean against their rifles as they pray
Then under a tank or vehicle sleep or lay
Adequately serving to cover their head
And continually being cold in their bed.
Cries of tears come to each of their eyes
An anguished felling makes them realize
War has been hell and will never forget
And out all their emotions they now let.
Back home, people for them will be waiting
While they still have been contemplating
Should they reenlist or go back to school
All of their resources together must pool.
Military experience makes minds expand
Still worry who can give them a hand
After back to civilian life they have been
Who would want to do it all over again?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Time is serenading a soulless march
September sings mournful, parched tomb
Lies untouched in the bleeding hearts crying out
For redemption and hearing a requiem no doubt
Iniquity without solace, truth waved bye
Long ago and we suffer and die
As vapid pleonasms offer no comfort
To troubled minds and souls, now come forth
Receive the blessings found in this tomb
Reciprocity of love and truth now looms
Across the sky when you enter here and help
The impecunious muster, give them a hand
Love your brother young man, for this tomb
In its glory and blazing irascible light dooms
Evil's plans of vile treachery, blindsides the
Buried bile of biblical mockery so confided and...
Entombed eternal
"Become who you were born to be, not who you've allowed yourself to become."
Bones I watch once a week
So that I can see.
Creepy crawlies everywhere
Plus a mystery.
I gained some luck just recently
And get to watch it seven.
They air it now every night
I think I must be in heaven.
Hot cops and scientists
Do not doubt their smarts.
They pull a apart every clue
It all tugs at your heart.
Bones found from years ago
Without a name or face.
People dead for oh so long
Looking for their race.
Romance blooms between the ones
That dig and search and find.
Stress gets to to the point
Where no one is too kind.
Why can't they just give in
To the lust between the two.
Partners that work side by side
They are lonely and are blue.
So instead of digging for love
They dig deep in the sand
For fragments small and large
Have to give them a hand.
In the end I must say
Bones is just my style.
Detectives solving mysteries
Always makes me smile.
We are all a proud Canadain people,
But as of late, I dont like what i see,
There is no more debate on certain things,
We are just simply told, this is how its going to be.
Prices on everything is going out of control,
With no end in sight.
No one even seems to care,
Or even put up a fight.
We follow along like lost sheep,
Waiting for someone to stand up and say,
Ok.Ok. enough is enough, we cant take no more,
Its time this Gouverment moved in a different way.
At each election , we are promised this and that,
Things will get better they say,
But for those who cant find a job,
It gets harder to live, day by day.
The welfare line keeps growing and growing,
Because there are no jobs to be had.
For a father of five young mouths to feed,
Makes his heart feel awful sad.
I think its time this Gouverment stood up and say,
To the rich people of this land,
You made your money of poor peoples back,
Now it time to give them a hand.
But like most Gouverments , nothing will be done,
Unless we ALL stand up and say,
We put you into power to help the PEOPLE ,
Not just the rich along the way.
But For You
You tagged me
And said such nice things
I’m at a loss for words
Perhaps I need to call for help
Won’t you help me choose
Joseph S., Carol B., Tami M., Stella S.,
Mike J., Vince S., Stacy R., Lainie G.
Maggie O., Lynn M .and Michaela P.
Who, oh who should it be?
I know! I know the perfect selection
Won’t you all join with me,
I introduce to you my Friends
Our very own ' Poetrysoup Origination.'
For without them we might never have met.
So while they take the stage
Let’s all give them a hand, and say
“Our thanks to you and God Bless.”
Cile Beer