I am singing from a corner of the house
Sweet or hoarse,sentimental or appealing,melody or clamour
No one bother and no one can help
People are violating
Virus is attacking
Sad, heartbroken and a chaos
I am lost
I sing to the underprivileged and unfortunates
And also the Almighty God for help
I can only sing
Sir, I hear you are looking to hire
If so, I’m your man. I can help you retire
Excellent, young fellow, though it sounds too good to be true
Well, sir, after taking a good, long look at you ...
Puppet, dolly,toy
Stringed and tied marionette
I’m not part of this
Where will I go for someone to listen to me
hear my cries, feel my tears
screaming inside blank stare on my face
wanting to scream for someone to hear me
living in a world in my four cornered room
wondering why i converse with the walls or the pages of my book.
thats where I go for someone to listen to me
no mis-judgements or comments made
why do i do this to myself its all that I know
wanting to break the silent cycle of isolation
misunderstood, labeled helpless, still I scream inside
I met a fallen angel on a bus ride to L.A.
At first he demurred, having little to say
After a while he loosened up a bit
spinning tales full of heavenly wit
I was bold to inquire, “Do angels play the lyre?”
“Oh no,” came the reply. “We don’t even fib, sire.”
717.
Prayer to Mary:
Our Lady of Good Help
Hail Mary, Mother & Queen of Goodness
You are not a goddess, but you are our Patroness
The Our Lady of Good Help, oh Nuestra Señora
Grant us good help, oh Ave Maria
By God's love, provide good help to your son or daughter
Who asks it through you, our Heavenly Mother
By God's mercy, bestow good help to those who bow or lean
To your mantle & scepter, our Heavenly Queen.
Amen.
-10/17/2019
(Dumarao)
*Prayer to Mary as the Our Lady of Goodness
Be the wind in someone’s sail,
be the calm in someone’s gale,
be the spark today,
in someone’s dark day.
Be the joy that’s found,
turning another’s day around.
Be the hope in someone’s gloom,
The sunshine - helping flowers bloom.
Be the light in someone’s night,
and their breastplate in a fight,
and your kindness, always share
in what you do, and how you care.
Be the reason to make them smile,
even if it is for a little while.
In a world that is so tough,
with a whole lot of toxic stuff -
be the balm - soothing the strife
in someone’s stress filled life!
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
I was driving a station wagon, Dad on my right
Mom, young kids, and dog in back seat
Construction ahead, a warning light
In my mind I keep the scene on repeat
I saw the truck in my rearview mirror
It was going fast, I was going slow
I couldn't accelerate as it got nearer
It climbed on our wagon, in Idaho.
It forced the rear of the car into asphalt
The rear doors sealed, but the dog did a vault
Mom lifted the kids over, seared her skin
Moved sideways and a flame shot up where she'd been.
We all made it out, and Mormons took us in
Kids made Mormon friends, and we regrouped
Took an airplane the rest of the way to the coast
Not a story of which I can boast.
Dad's summer teaching had to cover the cost
But we won something, not just lost
We found strength and friendship where we didn't expect
From people whose kindness I'll never forget.
Now every flashing warning light
Takes me back to that July.
A rearview mirror, one long breath,
The line between life and death.
Besides the Mormons, I also thank fate
Death has to come, but death had to wait.
We are children. Our eyes can see, we witness the horrors you say to keep between you and me. We are children. Our ears can hear, we hear the screams we cannot bear. We are children. our lips can taste, we taste the blood that was drained. From your hands, the marks like a brand. We are children. Our minds can think, we'll think of how to escape before you can blink. We are children. Our bodies are ours, not for the wolves who take and devour. We are children. We're smarter than you think, we'll scream until we hit the brink. We are children. So let us be free, and than we'll rest in peace.
WE WILL HELP WITH MESS
US IS IN SUCH DISTRESS
JUST NEED TO SAY YES
MONEY WAS NO GOOD
PIERRE A WIN THOUGHT HE WOULD
LOSER NEIGHBOURHOOD
Shedding skin to grow
All these years have passed me by
Will you help me grow?
To help out friends, it never hurts;
a salve that comforts and diverts
their pain with hope it heals and mends.
It never hurts to help out friends.
Lifting their cheer by words or deeds
that help those downed with woeful needs.
A little kindness will endear
by words or deeds, lifting their cheer.
With heartfelt calm, we'll soothe their souls.
Warm, loving acts can soon extol
that thoughtful kindness is the balm.
We'll soothe their souls with heartfelt calm.
Kind acts are blessed, both large and small
and, for some time, can please, enthrall.
Lift heavy loads for those distressed.
Both large and small, kind acts are blessed.
I sit on a rock
in the middle
of a raging stream,
Peaceful,
unafraid ,
nor desiring more.
From afar I hear a call
"Are you alright?
Keep still help is on its way"
Help!
Do I need help?
Why are they calling me?
They don’t even ask if I need help.
They just rush to my side and pull me in.
I don’t want to leave my serenity
They just drag me into the sea.
My muse showed up at sunrise
with a grin I didn’t trust,
whispered, “Let’s write brilliance!”
though my brain was gathering dust.
My notebook’s overflowing~
every page a scribbled plea:
Why do ideas strike at midnight
but ignore me during tea?
I chase down inspiration
like a tumbleweed in flight~
it rolls off toward the mountains
while I trip in morning light.
My drafts are wild stampedes,
every sentence bucking free;
I wrangle them with coffee
and a whispered, Mercy me…
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