No other choices left to go
Words and advice have been to slow
Doing their job would of prevented this
Every communication into the abyss
No cruelty no care
Treated not nice of fair
Just the vast expanse of nothingness
From those who promote healthiness
Being paid large salaries
Preaching to those with abnormalities
One appointment every year
The rest of the time living in fear
I cry and beg for your help
Yet they leave me crying ready to yelp
They like to kick you when your down
Beg for help and they frown
Her silence has left me more devastated
Mood so low and deflated
With no choice just a last resort
A drug for the mind it may support
The outcome may have been different
If they weren’t so rude and ignorant
But for right now I have the last resort
Inspired by the fact that Stevie Wonder is a blind musician, yet has never been impeded by his disability to achieve, here am I… persisting to do my best to help my special child attain triumphant milestones.
Ascending amidst impossibility's attacking angst
Bravery blossoms, boasting of blessings
Cleaving to commitment with clarity
Defying despair, disability-distress…
Endeavoring with exhorting excitement exuberantly
Faith toward fruition freely fuels fulfillment for
God guards and guides by His grace…
Hoisting with hope, healing heralds healthiness
Inspiring against infirmities toward what's impossible* to impart impactful
Joy so jubilant to fulfill tasks in life’s journey despite jeering jury…
Kindled with kindness...
Loving my special child toward his liberation
Maximized by milestones, magnify mercy with miracles...
Not and never impossible through the Lord Who nourishes and nurtures.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
April 11, 2025
1st place, "Stevie Wonder" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones; judged on 4/16/2025
From skies above and see below
Let the illness begin to flow
Dissipate its fastened hand
Release its hold, diminish its brand
Restore that to which once was true
Heal the body, let it renew
Take away the hurt and pain
May it no longer hold its reign
With more blessed days and no health strife
Bring joyous times back to life
Increase the harmony I seek inside
And let healthiness safely abide
THE AFRICAN CHILD
Do they have dreams?
Dreams of riches, connecting bridges
Of healthiness, of wealthiness
Of emotional wellness?!
Do they actually dream?
Of a future beyond their noses
Of fancy cars, of lofty houses
Would they ever wake up, if at all they sleep?
How could they dream?
Under leaking roofs they sleep
Getting less, but from foreign tip
Hard mats, empty stomach they sleep
Do these dreams come easily
When one's sleep is decided
By the silence of a gun
Or the heat from the sun?
I hope not,
Yet they sleep
Hoping that one day, maybe one day
Their resilience will pay.
Childhood delight midst leaping spree
with skipping rope setting feet free
energized to count “One-two-three”
exposing exuberant glee.
Such was I with my peers so dear
decades ago showing glad cheer
kids defying downfall fear
soaring high along active gear.
Now, exercising through jump rope
from hopping strain my heart does cope
while striving for healthiness scope
for wellness management I hope.
Toward faith*-leap for service height
spirit ascends in prayer plight
thanking the Lord Who grants blest might
with His grace, compassion and light.
*Ephesians 4:13 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ.
October 5, 2021
Edited on February 10, 2023
3rd place, "YOUR PICK AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/2/2023.
I know a man by his clothes,
A woman I know also;
Do I recognise the baby?
Of course, I do by its torso.
I know bright weather from stormy,
I recognize rain from snow;
Do I notice sleet?
Of course, I do it comes down on show.
I know a liar by his words,
i see truth from within;
Do I detect evil?
Of course, I do by committing a sin.
I know an apple from an but its shape,
I identify a peach from an apricot;
Do I comprehend a snowberry?
Of course, I do it a poisonous crop.
I know workers from malingers,
I know success from failure;
Do I know Christ?
Of course, I do he’s was the Saviour.
I know healthiness from disease,
I know strong cheeks from pallid;
I know dead devours all,
I know also being dead is being invalid.
I know all there is to know,
I know a dwarf from an elf;
I know a fool by his face,
I know everything except myself.
Note. A snowberry is a Symphoricarpos, commonly known as the snowberry, waxberry, or ghostberry, is a small genus of about 15 species of deciduous shrubs in the honeysuckle family.
There is balance in the rhythm of life
A give and take for which we strive
In the middle between all or nothing
We find our own path to survive
Caring for others unconditionally
An altruistic motive though unrealistic
To want to care for others is generous
For some it can become fatalistic
We must take care of ourselves first
Though to think only of ourselves is wrong
We donate time or money if we have it
If we give all we can't sustain for long
Financial gifts cannot leave one penniless
Self caring responsibly requires healthiness
Imagine giving time until one is senseless
There is a balance that requires gentleness
Self care and caring of others is healthy
Even as children learn about sharing
Limits are important also for the wealthy
Finding boundaries a necessity for caring
July 25, 2018
Take Care Of Yourself First Contest
By Caren Krutsinger
Honorable Mention
A tables center
Often, a décor of flowers
Sometimes, a bowl of fruit
At times, a pair of hands
Come together, sharing truth
A table can be round or square
Rectangular, in shape
It makes no difference the size of which
If a family, narrows gape
I have found my table empty
Except, a scatter of bills
Most of which have lain unpaid
From the chaos I’ve instilled
So, now I turn my T.V. off
With more time preparing meals
My kids and I feel happier
With a healthiness of sharing
In what, each other feels
Across from me is an empty chair
An un-reconciled former spouse
We had failed to find any middle ground
Instead, there was jealousy and doubt
And though we still may not agree
Our children aren’t confused
For, when the kids spend time with me
The center of my table
Is there, for sharing truth
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
If healthiness
grows godliness,
and godliness
grows healthiness,
why not regenerousness
co-redeems Earth's shared Eden Nest?
Healthy belongings fill Yang hunger.
Sacred belonging flows through Yin nutrition.
Industrial,
like military,
revolutions
for monoculturing power and wealth
are too much Yang short-term bottom-line.
Sustainable evolutions
for matriarchal gifting polycultural flow
is what we post-millennially higher value
as just right Yin over Yang long-term
co-empowerment
co-operations
in-formations bilateral,
deductive-industrial LeftYang
reweaving inductively sustainable flow RightYin,
as particles are to waves,
as organic cells are to digest/eliminate nutritional systems,
as thymine form is to cytosine functions,
as positive fractals are to double-bound notnot zero.
As Yang industrial periods
are to Yin flow-sustaining sentences
proclaiming regeneration wins
as decomposition loses loss.
Love manufactures
where fear's angers
pass double-bound away,
if healthiness
grows godliness.
Infants fill in speaking muse
in motion slacks
Children fill in leaking emotional cracks
in home and family's nurturing support
with deaf and blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing happiness
Democratic healthiness,
free and freeing
first amending communications
grasped quickly
before autocratic adolescence
turns down our brighter sight.
As with one little light,
so with the great transitioning many
too old
to innocently fight
Wounded future children
filling in leaking communion cracks
in synergetic EarthHome
and EarthFamily's nurturing support
with monoculturally deaf
and monotheistically blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing AnthroAutocratic happiness.
FOR MA’RUFAH ODETUNDUN
Humanitarianism, humility...be your professed mien, Hajiah.
Although sceptics abound everywhere with satirical sarcasm,
Project a sanguine character, prophylaxiating stray focusedness;
Perhaps all their perspiration will drain in the sewage of oblivion.
Yours will be coveted excellence on your path to professionalism.
Banality is the bane of life vis-a-vis the hereafter.
Indeed, even you’d cast preference on the inexhaustible eternity.
Rue you shall not for sardonic conceit in your benign character
Till you reach the peak of your professional career, against all odds.
Happy birthday should not be excepted from this didactic acrostic,
Dear, and healthiness, long life and progress—all constitute my wishes.
As you continue to lead a modest life deserving of emulation,
You shall be elevated to desired heights till you sight your expectations.
Beauty, beauty
I love beauty
For beauty is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness
Beauty is healthiness
It is satisfaction
So take action
Love beauty
For this is reality
Beauty is the light
Brightening your corner
She is superior
Beauty is forever
She looks too good
Tasty like a good food
There goes beauty
Every one want beauty
Beauty here, beauty there
Beauty, beauty every where
distant hill
a river carrying
the spring
waters of spring
father backstrokes
into healthiness
spring drizzle
the bipinnate leaves
fold into shyness
spring day
spots of rosiness
in the bud
spring morning
a rose wallah
dresses a boquet
He has always remarks on me,
When I stop to express my pain,
He has no excuse but laughs,
Only to enjoy hidden smokes.
Time and circumstances,
It never remains same,
Damp sparks in-healthiness process,
Until Sun is hiding behind clouds.
A person can satiate itself,
If he is in a learning process,
Can we establish experience?
A winner has different that a looser.
A fire smokes,
Until something fires itself.
A quiet fire never means peace,
It is a sign of explosion.
When something burns,
In a belly of earth, disaster hits us,
When a body burns on a pile,
What will happen to a hidden fire?
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