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A beautiful new world of lifelong learners!
Healthcare for all,
Children reading books,
Lifelong exploration
At university,
Or online!
Healing those in need.
Learning the way! (Whoa!)
We're doing all we can to make life better,
Such as writing Congress a letter.
We strive to do what's honest and right,
Giving kids scholarships to improve their lives!
(Hey!)
Everyone needs free access to learning,
Hardcover books and ebooks for knowing
What we need to do, help each other,
Is provide basic needs.
An educated populace together
In this big, blue, beautiful world! (Whoa!)
Medicine and healthcare for all.
Help your brother: help your sister.
In a world where everyone's learning.
Achieving.
Living.
Loving.
Healthy food feeds bright minds!
Healthy people love learnin'!
Generosity and kindness abound
In the USA! (Whoa!)
(Hey!) (Whoa!)
Thanksgiving Day comes this one day a year
A simple reminder
To enjoy the simplest things in life
The nourishment of basic needs
Of family and friends (food and football!)
In whatever passes for community,
Be it small or large,
Limited to just one
Or extended across generations.
It’s a holy day but one that embraces all faiths
Reminding us to keep the faith
In what has provided for us
- Be it Earth or God, Self or other -
And what we have to live for,
For each of us have our own lives to be thankful for
No matter how painful or challenging they be
Thankful for our parents
And all the lives before
Leading up to today.
A day that can be any day
We live in thanks.
(11/28/24)
What sets a human apart from a dog,
we are both charming, cunning, and draw breath?
But dogs, unlike humans, live in a fog;
they're entirely oblivious to death.
Dogs only respond to their basic needs,
such as sex, shelter, water, food, and air.
For Man alone can comprehend His deeds;
because human beings are self-aware.
Dogs lack a conscience and soul to guide them;
therefore, they can't distinguish right from wrong.
And thus, can neither approve nor condemn;
they are content merely tagging along.
But humans see abstracts that dogs can't see,
realizing that our soul is the key.
Noble Souls
Noble souls arise,
build steps,
forge roads,
carry tough loads,
scale peaks,
quell fears,
dream stars which blaze,
clear those black skies.
These souls would tears erase.
Noble souls offer cheer,
avoid wrath
crush their pride,
prove their worth,
value earth,
speak sober words,
shape lives,
plant hope’s seeds,
serve other folks’ basic needs.
Noble souls rally,
never crawl,
never stall.
Their adept hands
nurse other souls’ awful aches.
Sweet roses
adorn their loved
angel faces.
Noble souls exist.
A poem using only 5-letter words
Dec. 21, 2017 for Rhoda Tripp's 'Fem Bogstaver (Danish)' Poetry Contest
Last night we attended a vigil…it was entitled Lights for Liberty
It was set up to protest the treatment of immigrants
who have come to America to be safe, to be happy…to be free.
I’m sad to admit when we were about to leave we looked out in our back yard
and for a moment thought about not going…it was raining a little too hard.
We thought about not going to this protest…
protesting centers where children’s basic needs are not being met
because it was too windy…
to rainy…
We thought of not going…because we might get a little too wet!
And it made me wonder have we become too jaded
has treating people this way become so much the norm
that when given the chance to stand up and fight
we might not go…because of a little storm?
We live in a wonderful country
where our freedom is constantly on display
but it’s up to those of us who are free here
to keep fighting to keep it this way…
To raise our voices in protest
To light a candle for the whole world to see
To stand up and not sit down again
until everyone in this country is free.
So we ventured out in spite of the rain
we sang songs, lit our candles too
and we added our voices to the voices of others
speaking for the ones…no one is listening to.
And now that the candle has been lit
may we never again let complacency make us forget what this protest is about!
And my we never again let a little rain…
or the inhumane policies of our government
douse that flame
or blow our candle out.
I’m not bringing up the past,
I’m processing memories at long long last
things I didn’t realise then
making sense shaping opinions
prolonged stress
no one to turn too
a tangled mess
my mind burnt through,
when life’s too much
you just shut down
Don’t process sight
don’t process sound
On auto pilot for basic needs
you just shut off
no pain no please
let things go, and don’t fight back
don’t pay attention, interest flacks
Personality dies, nothing attracts
You live life numb, an easy adapt
Overwhelming stress they gave you
no one in your life to save you
disrespect, they mock your face,
no interest to be your saving grace,
I changed because I was stuck
caught up in the worst of luck
No one around me gave a f
Out of nowhere I was struck
Yet still I couldn’t think those things
to busy fighting on my own
And knowing what my future brings
if I fight to the end alone
People said I tell fibs
make it up and always have
Thinking back they were pricks
All they want to do is laugh
Falling further fighting hard
enemies thwarted in their tracks
but I became emotionally starved
even though I won the attacks
I was winning but I was lonely
tiring though I was strong
handling all that was thrown me
but nowhere did I belong
It’s not that people went at me
It’s that I had nobody
I couldn’t talk or vent you see
No friend nor a buddy
I'd build creative writing, art, sculpture, music centers in 500 towns.
To benefit any students aged 7 to 18 who wanted to utilize the facilities.
I would hire art teachers who love art for art’s sake.
Our music teachers would be extremely child-friendly and patient.
These centers would be open before and after school.
Children could be dropped off in the morning to create.
They would have the freedom to write poems, songs, raps or stories.
Also utilize canvases, paints, glitter glues, and make masterpieces.
Singers and dancers would have a soundproof stage across campus.
They could access all equipment necessary to make videos and films.
They could enlist the help of the staff who would appear in their videos.
Teach them how to do what they wanted to do.
Encouraging creativity in the youth of the day could bring us peace.
It could satisfy some of their basic needs of being accepted and loved.
It could help them feel respected and give them a career goal.
People who love their lives make life easier and nicer for others.
Scattered without wind
as though on wings
gmo seeds
land on lava rocks
and icy hills
will there be spring?
Aged old wheel
shooting double
beams
lowers lid on eye
turning noon
to night
will dawn glow pink?
Battered old earth
shaking parched lap
vomits lava out
of its dragons'
mouths
birds stop singing
trees in ashes weeping
Midas ego king
deprived of
basic needs
turns fragile wits
to instincts of beasts
darkness without
darkness within
how dark will be night
without Jesus' light
at the flash of His beam
darkness will flee
uncreated Sun
a new day will begin
for those who have kept
lamp of love lit.
Honorable Mention: Brian Strand: A Feb 2025 Posted Poem-2/23/25
Draconian State
Just authoritarian,
humiliating
human rights snatching freedom
destroying humanity.
Defying moral values :
Dishonouring basic needs
of human beings.
some sort of insanity.
Ruled by obnoxious laws.
Draconian state !
Impossible to survive
being imperfect
for welfare of society
but doing only mischief.
Sunday afternoon my grandmother decided to take me down with her to the memory lane.
She seemed excited like a child traveling first time on an aeroplane.
"Those were the days,
when everything was fresh and pure,
these artificial appetizers I can no longer endure."
My grandmother is seventy three,
talking about her childhood filled her with glee.
Then she told me they were five siblings,
the elders decided to not send the girls to school because what they will do by learning the table of two.
"This was the norm my dear,"
she tried to explain,
I disapproved and showed my disdain.
I know how much she loved studying .
If only she had got a chance.
Her happy memories made me go into a state of trance.
She spoke about her aunt who lost her husband when she was sixteen,
she was forced to wear white and if there was an auspicious event in the house she was never to be seen.
She spoke about all of this without any emotions,
while her talks ignited inside me an explosion.
How could I think those days were good,
when women were dependent on men for basic needs like food.
God forbid if your husband died,
you were a liability who always complied.
My grandmother told me about this one woman,
whose husband left her and her three kids to fend for themselves.
It was god's decision my grandmother told,
my thoughts I could no longer hold.
Grandma,
"It was never god's decision for those kids to have such a miserable life or that woman to strive hard to survive.
It was the decision of the society as a whole,
to cripple every women and break their soul.
No education,no hobbies only bearing kids was their duty,
if your husband is nice good luck or the biggest curse of your life will be your own beauty."
"God never told that widows were supposed to stay inside,
or to shave their head and to never walk outside at night."
She smiled at me and told me I was right,
she was glad that today girls are given opportunities and that my future looks bright.
Her talks made me rethink,
were the good old days really so good?
The time when women were denied basic rights,
women who waited and waited but were never rescued by the proverbial knight.
Date:19/10/21
Contest: Difference in Opinion poetry contest
Sponsor : Shreya LN