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I’m at my happiest
When my heart overflows
With kindness and gentle compassion
And feel the energy of the universe
Radiating from my heart
I feel my best when I resonate
With the harmony around me
Finding ways to enhance
The tapestry of mankind’s brotherhood
At times by gargantuan efforts
At times by seemingly trivial deeds
Always on the lookout to help and contribute
To make this world a better place
There is no end to the ways
I can have a significant impact
Though there's no way I'll never know
The ripple effect of my kindness
I’m at my happiest
When I recognize the beauty of humanity
And feel we are meshed as one solid community
Because I fit in and it is my honor and privilege to
Bestow kindness every hour every day of my life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on November 25, 2018 for contest A LITTLE KINDNESS NEVER HURTS sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 1ST
While we know that the world is getting worse
As it orbits on elliptical path,
We, earth’s stewards still veer from right course
then give our mother nature wails and wrath.
Conflicts, wars, pollutions are prevalent
And we suffer a lot from climate change
Biodiversity loss... can’t prevent
Corruptions, poverty…now in wide range.
Global health issues are worse than before
Diseases spread faster at higher tolls
Don’t lose hope, miracle is at our door
These are God’s knocks from our repeated falls.
Pray harder and be guided by God's words,
Love and strong brotherhood will save our world.
NB:
Bible: Contains God's Words/ God’s Very Long Love Letter
Art rejoices through my special handy exhibition
but a parent’s call for a prestigious profession makes me freeze.
I’m simple with a mind so soft and a hand so helpful
siblings dive into the pool with liberty to put my charity to a tease.
My happiness, my pride, my life and my child,
out of wed luck, she exists but religion demands I call her niece.
The path to greatness and narrow road to this high placement has been solo
but now a baptized celebrity to manage so many friends like bees.
Enjoying what I had sweat for with the liberty to be cheerful or not,
refusing the society’s wish to give half of that, tags me with a moral disease.
Not conforming to the luxurious flaunting of the class of my colleagues
condemns me to a foul-smelling stain in the brotherhood like feces.
A constantly smiling boss, so gentle and understanding
uncharacteristic freedom, my subordinates disrespectfully request a lease.
Living up to the standard of the public, I always try to please,
it’s so tiring and fatal with the media in possession of my keys.
Negotiating a diversion to the demands of the environment
subjects me into a suitable slave for the satisfaction of others.
I extract my mind, limbs and heart in philanthropic donation
what then would be left is worn out remnants of slaughtered geese.
Selfishness is a good control mechanism in a crude world of opportunists
I’ll use that to protect my happiness, loyalties and peace.
Violence, hatred, bigotry, tragedy
Just take a paper and read
The world is full of garbage
Hunger, abuse, power and greed
People hate and cause dissension
They take much more than they give
But I will never stop my dreaming
Of a better place to live
I will dream of peaceful days
When wars are fought no more
Of days when all life is respected
And we no longer lock our door
And I will dream of one mankind
Achieving miracles untold
A brotherhood where love and honor
Are worth more than the gold
I will dream of happiness
The end of bigotry and hate
A world without the hurt and pain
Love and joy will be our fate
I will dream of glorious days
Where only love be found
And I will dream of unity
As we walk on sacred ground
Time will see my dream come true
Peace and love will conquer all
We can cast away all our human faults
Watching each one as they fall
I will dream!!!
O my brother, I can see your pain.
Unlike the ignorant, I hear your screams,
yet you refuse to explain, why you're
lost in forgotten fast flowing streams,
wandering like a forgoing wave,
thinking there's blessings in an early grave.
When you can't understand the darkness,
feeling as you do not belong,
remember in our own unique weirdness,
you don't have to pretend to be headstrong
because my brother, I can see your pain.
I know it hurts, because I've been hurt too
sometimes we fall, as I've fallen too,
but you need to realise -
It's not wrong to not be strong,
so remove your daily disguise.
Stop living up to expectations
from 'out of date' generations.
It's OK not to be OK.
and I'll help you find your way.
Dad was sadly mistaken -
it's fine to cry when you feel forsaken
because my brother, I can see your pain.
If you think there's too much shame,
we'll sit in silence until you feel tame.
It's hard to say what's on your mind,
when reactions are not always kind.
Then they ignite our dynamite hearts
to make us feel as we're not worthy,
so a piece of our sanity departs
and the demons show no mercy.
It's not absurd that so many
are confused in their own little world.
It's ok to cry, so release those tears,
you are not a burden, so share your fears
because my brother, I can feel your pain.
We don't have to smile all the time,
playing the joker is now a masculine crime.
We can't live as a definition of our past,
as fate won't wait - it moves too fast.
We can only determine where we are going,
when we process what we are not showing.
We are iron monuments forged in fire,
separate but born with burning desire.
Waterfalls formed from the same rain,
flowing from different mountainous terrain.
A secret lullaby from two unheard tones,
healing from wounds cast from selfish stones
So in times of rage and feeling misunderstood,
remember the beautiful bond of brotherhood
because my brother, I can see your pain.
Just a quick notification that
A new resident was on his way
Giving us enough time to get
A room ready for him to stay
Not our usual type of client
A Veteran French Legionnaire
It was beyond my pay grade
To know how he’d ended there.
He was going through a crisis
In his domestic civilian life
Needed a break away from
His family and his wife.
The Veteran Brotherhood
Had taken care of it
Referred him on to us
For one of our bedsits.
He’d woken up in hospital
Physically sound and whole
The only surviving member
Of an ambushed recce patrol
With no recollection of how
He’d ended up there,
Or the three days lost that
He’d spent under care.
Discharged back to Blighty
Survivor guilt to the fore
PTSD setting in he just
Couldn’t take anymore.
All this had happened
A good few years ago
But Traumatic Stress Disorder
Can take many years to show.
He stayed just a few months
And, not telling us why
He went back to his wife
Where he'd chosen to die.
Just days before he passed
I was surprised to hear his voice
When he rang me to tell me
Why he made that choice.
Said with Chronic lung disease
He was very near his end
And he wanted to thank me
For being both helper and friend.
Shocked and distraught not
Knowing what to say or do
I let Forces black humour
Help carry us through.
The Brotherhood is International
A mixed and disparate lot
So many times it’s the sad case
Each other is all we’ve got.
Booted and suited by his box
We all took time to think
Drank a toast to his memory, left
Untouched the absent friend’s drink.
Xmas is the anniversary of the birth of Jesus Christ,
The human God, who is living somewhere in the sky.
Christmas is a season, a time full of fun and joys,
Where young and adult children receive new toys.
Xmas is the celebration of true peace and love,
That's when everyone is seeking the Man above.
Christmas is the best time to express positive feelings,
A time that the human family, in unison, prays and sings.
Papa Noel is flexible; he comes down the chimney
Surprisingly without getting stuck, without calling 911,
To rescue him from the jubilantly burning furnace.
May the spirit of peace and brotherhood
Reverberate throughout the neighborhood,
For the years to come. May we behave as one.
Copyright © December 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I feel I've had an advantage because I live alone
and a lot of my socializing, lately, is on the phone.
Working from my home has not left me jobless
That's why I feel the need to open up and confess
I'm better off than those burdened with stress
so I've got no complaints or reasons to bemoan.
It has been an eye-opening experience for me,
not understanding why so many people disagree
about keeping others safe and free from a disease
by the simple task of wearing a mask. So, PLEASE
comply and the world will soon rise from its knees.
Covid is a beast to kill, and it's our responsibility.
I've learned to be self-sufficient. It's come in handy
for now I tweak my recipes by adding a little brandy.
Seriously, no longer do I take anything for granted...
I'm missing family and friends, and I'm disenchanted
by those whose views have become a little slanted,
by pretending everything will be just fine and dandy.
My philosophy about isolation hinges on our attitude.
It's time to work together, and brotherhood renewed.
Humanize your heart and stop placing all the blame
on one thing or another. Many should feel the shame
of mocking the pandemic as an illusion, just a game.
We need to value the worth of life; or we're screwed.
Posted ~ July 30th, 2020
Isolation Philosophy Contest
Sponsor ~ Chantelle Anne Cooke
Brotherhood of Hope
Brown shirts soil the streets in incremental aspirations
Exclaim ‘we are the truth’ and nothing but the certitude
No doubts remain where torches shine and voices roar
Eclipsed humanity suffocated embrace disintegration
Accelerate the tempo to tunes and steps of marching
Terror deception propaganda manipulated fulcrum of
History forgotten misrepresented with a bunch of lies
Totalitarian power of supremacy religious dogma
Heritage of ‘Othering’ discrimination greed in
Ever changing guise of ministries of ‘truth’ depicts
Lest we forget the lessons of the past the shady
Incineration of freedom unadulterated thoughts
'Egalite fraternite liberte' diversity and human beauty
Suffocated evolves from underneath the rabble
Heteronormativity exposed domination condemned
Obliteration revealed and when resistance yields the
Power to strip brown fascist fancy dress of evil and
Entertain defiance there is hope beneath the lies
15th February 2017
Nothing warms the cockles of the heart like a cheery, "Hello!"
'Twill put a spring in your step and set your face aglow!
'Tis nice to hear a southern lass say, "Hi, shuga, how y'all!"
Or be greeted with a lusty, "Howdy" by a Texan's drawl!
A sunny greeting is welcome no matter what the language.
It brightens your neighbor's day and kinship it will assuage.
In Japan from the south in Okinawa to the north in Misawa,
Folks bow low and say to one another, "Konnichiwa!"
In France, noted for its exquisite cuisine and chic haute couture,
Gentlemen doff their chapeaux and wish a cordial, "Bon jour!"
Jewish brethern acknowledge others with a calming, "Shalom!"
While Muslim folks will greet you with the traditional, "Salaam!"
The Aussies have a delightful way their greeting to convey.
They lighten everyone's day by simply saying to you, "G'day!"
Spanish folks say, "Bueno dias!" to folks they happen to greet.
Germans hail others with, "Guten Tag!" strolling along the street!
Alas, the babble of languages may not be quite understood,
But just one small gesture might help to foster brotherhood!
If we'd take time to greet each other and flash a friendly smile,
'Twould surely make someone's day and life seem more worthwhile!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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