everyone In town tries to lend a hand
but few hands are welcome
because grief is a private emotion
you have to go through it alone
they still try
being small town people
who want everyone to feel good
She decides to camouflage her emotions
until they return to their homes
this takes every ounce of her energy
but the refocus helps her in some ways
grief is a debilitating feeling
it takes a lot out of people
today it took her to the mat
A pen...
That bleed ink to den
That write to vault
Without any fault
Lend me a voice;
That echo without fear
To criticize the carrier head
Who we choose to lead
Lend me a mouth;
That speak harshly warmth
In the middle of storm and waves
Without the aim of fames
A pen that pour ink like fountain
A voice that gives ear hearing
A mouth that speaks aloud in maze
Who devote to lend me?
Please excuse me asking but could you lend
LEND A HAND?
You see I have been outside all night I'm cold
And can hardly stand.
I decided to go for a walk last night but forgot
My coat and phone.
I do not know how far I walked then I found
Myself alone.
Would you lend a hand and show me the
Way to go.
But before you help and lend a hand there is
Something you should know.
I use to have a full life filled with happiness and
Adventure.
But now I can't remember simple things
Because I have..... DEMENTIA....
If in the end
Time be the only one true thing
Of actual real value
We in our hearts and minds possess
And we are able to lend
And may well in fact be
The essence and piece of us we leave behind
Then with that in mind
Be kind and plentiful with your time
And spend it and spread it
Wisely
Amongst and with deserving others
Who also intern
Are willing to reciprocate
And pay you the time of day back
Staring, smirking, salivating men
You are the bane of my existence
How dare you defile my temple with your lustful eyes
I await the day where I get my chance
To unleash my wrath, gifted from Artemis
I want to pick a fight
Readied my arsenal to fight
Finished the last Kung Fu drill
I'm in the mood to fight
No one is annoying me today
My toes are peeping
Nobody is stepping, today
Lend me your enemy, today
Finished my Kung Fu class
I'm looking for experience
They fear me, today
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your eyes
I will show you the sufferings
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your ears
I will tell you the reason
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your mouth
I will argue with you the ultimate solution
But man never cares
He is a born miser
Not to lend anything
Except for his own sake
And benefits
Everyone has those tough days
When storm clouds never fade away
Bringing rain on their sunshine
Needing someone to be kind
Opening their heart to them
So they can smile once again
If you see someone down and out
Lift them up from their sad drought
Never count money not held in your hand,
and never stand good for the debts of a friend;
For some never learn though they grow old and feeble.
It pays to use caution when dealing with people.
How the words of the woeful
wane in the light by the waxing moon
How dismissive of our sorrows
are the shadows cast by tall oaks.
How precious the shimmer of stones
in play with the wind and waters
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Vincent vanished after robbing his friend
Because that should be the end…
Joe isn’t going to ignore it nor bend
Nor him a friend’s penny lend
Nor oh his siblings spend
Nor towards his company tend…
Never a relief to him send
Nor for his woes clothes rend
Nor their relationship mend
Saw him I when he vanished
But he has his image tarnished.
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can cry upon
And I will return you a recovering smile
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can lean against
And I will return you some confidence
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can rest my head
And I will return you some intelligence
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can rest my hands
And I will return your some achievements
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can shift my burden over
And I will return you some appreciation
Lend me your shoulders
So that I can pat you thrice
And I will return you my thanks
Lend me your shoulders again and again
So that my mind can rest in calmness
And I will return you a lovely warm hug
A praised righteousness is made to end,
Twelve swear to not again money lend,
The First, to often penury pretend,
The Second, to always for himself fend,
The Third, not even his next of kin tend,
The Fourth, starvation of beggars shall extend,
The Fifth, a dying visitor back home send,
The Sixth with all market prices contend,
The Seventh, to philanthropy never bend,
The Eighth, marrying a poor doesn’t intend,
The Ninth, garments of old debtors rend,
The Tenth, on redeemed debts depend,
The Eleventh, never his wife’s sandals mend,
The Twelfth, a promised church building suspend!
A lender who turns a miser,
Has smelt the odds in not being wiser,
Not a dime releasing, wealth stabilizer.
I'm saving for the least important things
and haven't got a clue
While living for the things more shallow
and hoping to find new
I've taken more vacations now
than any point of view
and haven't got an inkling
as to how I'm going to do
I question why so many fight
for what is best for you
When peace means leaving things alone
will never be at due
I travel round the world cause
to help the kangaroo
Ignoring all the people drunk
I party with for two
I take myself as loyal
for the people nice to coo
And wonder what I'd do without
their love to keep me mew
I only hope the day will come
when everyone has fun
And worry that my life's run down
when others spoil my run
I hope and pray like all the rest
that never seem to end
That I one day will stop and say
exaustion's never lend
Easy to judge by what it seems to be,
More effort to immerse in what we hear.
Take time to talk, there is much more to me,
Before you tune me out, lend me your ear.
Estranged to yours my life seems to appear
Yet I laugh, love and struggle as do you.
Same start, same final and same febrile fear -
To be misjudged for diverse points of view.
Bisected by a biased borderline,
It only seems we are two worlds apart -
For eyes to see, open your closed up mind
Lend me your ear, I’ll open up my heart.
March 18, 2021
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