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Does anyone care
about the forgotten
and voiceless
in our society?
Who cries for these people?
What about
the less fortunate
and helpless ones
abandoned and lost
in no man's land
without a compass.
Who hears their cries
to be found and rescued?
We all do,
but we shouldn't just say
that we "care,"
we must always show it!
Actions speak louder than words
Does anyone care
about YOU
when you're drowning
In the quicksand of despair?
My friend, you may not know me
from Adam,
but believe that I do care.
You're not alone
in your misery.
I care,
and God cares.
You need not wonder
if people can hear
your muted, anguished cries
of "Does anyone care?"
Your face wears your question
like a mask
everyone can see!
Does Anyone Care Poetry Contest (Winner: 8th Place)
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Date written: 02/21/2020
I am a slave to my emotions
When my muse is on the loose,
She cares not what state I'm in.
I know she does not give a hoot.
I start to write not knowing where
she plans to lead me if I dare.
Back in time to my broken heart.
Or leaping forward to a fresh start.
Often she's in her impish mode.
At times like those I really scold.
Occassionally she's hot and bothered,
saying things she knows she oughtn'd.
She plays with words and loves to rhyme.
Mixing and matching until they chime.
To think that I had lost my voice.
With a husband who removed all choice.
My poor little muse suffercating inside.
Go ahead Precious, I've turned the tide.
09/04/2016
A traditional four line rhyming poem with a little twist added.
For MISCHIEF contest.
(Family heirloom, Persian Gharajeh rug)
Coping Skills
The world is certainly not as it should be.
Maybe it’s always been that way,
But now we know 24/7.
So we each and all cope as best we can.
For some this can be as bad as becoming a serial killer,
For others as innocuous as being addicted to exercise
Or in my case, this winter, detective novels.
Whatever it is, whatever gets you through the night.
They don’t teach you this when you’re a kid,
But eventually you find out;
There’s no telling how long the night lasts.
Of course that’s what dreaming’s for,
But that’s no consolation for the sleepless.
Out in the night life goes on,
And it chips away at those within,
Eroding what defenses we have
When we wishfully think it will end
And that what it is, is no different
Than the day without light.
So, addictions of all stripes fill the void
As we wait for day,
The euphemism I’m using here
For death of course.
Not that anyone else but me cares,
Certainly not my wife,
But as I wait within for the dawning without,
When all the voids a novel can never fill still call,
I find old pile and flat-woven rugs and saddlebags
From the Near to Far East
A tremendous solace;
The look, the feel, the pleasing balance of utility and art,
The grounding sense of time and place.
Something about the indomitable spirit
Of the nomads who wove them
Joined with the city folk who even at a distance
Can still appreciate and consume them
Makes me think there is a hidden harmony
In this circle we call life.
And if there is such a harmony
Then maybe the world
Isn’t as out of whack as it seems.
(1/9/23)
While racing on the rocking horse of youth
Going nowhere closer to the sun or faster there
When swinging pendulums from Democrat to Republican
Age picks up the pace, in speed it keeps us in our place
Remains the same with nothing more than impressions on a carpet
Really, there's no distance covered on the new republic as no one cares
And when the rocker and pendulum stop in mid air
Dust settles at the bottom as ash on ash to gather us
Into one party to call “all in with my candidate” with all your soul
Dropped with a ballot but will that ever be enough
How far did we expect to go on wooden horses
Saddled up with straw men about to burn in vanity if not in hell
Authors note: This piece was inspired by Brad Minor, a writer in “A Catholic Thing” writing on our modern politics.
Qoheleth, (son of Solomon writes in Ecclesiastes) his perspective on life, which anticipates by half a millennium many of Christ’s words.
In Chapter 3 – the one that begins “For everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven” – he writes, “I saw under the sun in the place of judgment wickedness, and in the place of justice iniquity.” Do we really think anything has changed?
But is Qoheleth’s pessimism a sound guide to politics? Yes. Mine wouldn’t be, but his is. It is because the vanity he laments (and which we see today in abundance) is proof of his theme throughout:
12:6 Before the silver cord is snapped
and the golden bowl is broken,
And the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
and the pulley is broken at the well,
7 And the dust returns to the earth as it once was,
and the life breath returns to God who gave it.
8 Vanity of vanities, says Qoheleth,
all things are vanity!
Amen.
What true friends do
Life can be so hard-
sometimes this world-can be too much
You really need a friend-
Someone who cares with a human touch
A friend is what you need-
someone who cares with a guiding hand
He's not there to judge when you're feeling down
He's one who truly understands-you
Chorus
I'll be your friend-
I'll be the one you need-
in your time of need
I'll be there-
to shed a tear for you-
and help you get through...
that's what friendship is...
that's, what true friends do!
Sometimes, words just don't come-
it's hard to understand what you're feeling
but, I'll be the one who listens to you
and, help you back on the road to healing
Sometimes, you feel betrayed-
you struggle with your confidence,
I'll help you with a kind word or deed
or, just suffer with you in silence
Chorus
I'll be your friend-
I'll be the one you need-
in your time of need
I'll be there-
to shed a tear for you-
and help you get through...
that's what friendship is...
that's, what true friends do!
Sometimes all that you really need-
is someone that you can rely on...
That knows who you really are inside
and lends you a shoulder to cry on
Chorus
I'll be your friend-
I'll be the one you need-
in your time of need
I'll be there-
to shed a tear for you-
and help you get through...
that's what friendship is...
that's, what true friends do!
repeat chorus
fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
July 31,2019
A goodnight kiss ,
To d dawn of day So sunny,
Missing the sunny posture,
Calling it smiling osmosis,
Yay smiles I uphold from within,
Even wen heat of. The sun can b So annoying,
They call it vitamin A,
Whichever letter its beta,
I meet friends @ d long run,
Although I was indoor alone,
Waiting for d nightfall to show,
Thinking to b a man of my own,
Its hard. 2b although,
Its was a good day if you followed,
D roles of words without rhyming tones,
Few touches you know,
Beautiful faces ve meet in sonorous voices,
Call it d phone conversations,
I know you know,
Goodnight kisses to friends who contributed,
Call it a rehash of insanity,
Who cares that's an entity,
Without empty credibility,
Night kisses to enemies not friends,
Call d previous an irony!
You re rite chum,
Smiling luv kisses,
To our night sleep,
We all sleep like babies,
Lol
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Think of me if tear drops, like pastel pearls, kiss your soft smooth cheek
and the music stops, when the wind no more whistles across the ocean dune
for when the sweetness of your song, your tender lips will no longer speak
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon.
Think of me, when the fragrant petal adorns your satin wind fingered hair
far beyond the rough waters that life's long illusions have swept through you
to a place where vining arbors grow, Plumeria, Spider Lilly, and flowers rare,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew.
Think of me on summer's day when melting sun warmed our cares away
like the breeze that caressed your glowing skin, here today, gone too soon
leaving only fading memories and dark lonely flashes of yesterday,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn.
Think of me when the verse no longer rhymes and my words lose their meaning
for the muse that once lived inside of me, now, is but a curse of relic rune
which drowns in mumbled eternity, no voice for love nor life's intervening,
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Remember me in the cold of winter past, when rain drenched our skin and soul,
clouds of pain like dagger's edge, against each finger my warm hands would be,
with exhaled breath I tried my best but the rain kept falling and took its toll,
before pastel sunsets untimely death, as thoughts weigh kind, please, think of me
...for I'll be thinking of you.
04/18/2019
The aeoniums, after much care, still do not grow,
His plight is of that, oh, how he cares for the flowers,
Though I believe he does not know.
His care for every and all,
Will result in his fall,
To the void, the pit, where only regret thrives,
Where the walls that prevent us from understanding each other shall grow tall.
If I was to regret a thing I had done,
It would be the crushing of those syringas,
So that I may live, unchained by the pressure of others,
So that I could breathe freely from my lungs,
I understand, it was necessary, so I mustn't feel remorse.
But his aeoniums, they still remain,
He preserves them, in the hopes that they will bloom once more,
Though in my mind, it is clear.
They have lived far too long to bloom a second time,
If he does not let go soon, he will miss his own life.
Have dreams on life but it feels like Eternal God forgot
Want to do a lot of things in life but it feels like Eternal God forgot
It feels like I don’t exist, feels like I’m nobody
Became disable with paralyze left arm feels like not alive
Not important to some places feels like a trash
People are saying they understand feels like they don’t
Of course mother cares and that is it
Want to be famous but it feels like have no importance
Have many things to say but no one cares
Mad at Eternal God but still does religious things
Do not understand why feels like forgotten
An angel appeared to me, feels like no one cares
Lord Father Christ sent me a message but all people doesn’t care
Feels like He’s not Eternal God
10092014
While looking at the beauty of this marvelous universe
I wonder who is aware that I am seeking His existence
In the darkness of night I call upon Him to answer my prayers
And by the comfort I feel, I know that God always listens to me in my despair
Who said I am alone? With me I have the mercy of my Lord
Upon taking a swing in the park, the wind plays with my hair
Giving extra speed to my lonely ride, lifting me halfway into the air
Talking with me while whispering sweet melodies in my ears
Keeping her promise that no matter what happens, nature always cares
Who said I am alone? I have natures shadow always bestown upon
In my walks, the rain gives rhythm to my unsung songs
Gently kissing me on my lips, telling me that there's a heart where I belong
Hiding my tears in the disguise of water falling from heavens
And later the rainbow presents my dull life with new colours
Who said I am alone? I have seen the signs from heavens all along
At Dawn, the stars shine upon me, symbolizing that after darkness there's a light
After the dusk, there is still a hope,and one rises after a fall
When I can't sleep, the birds sing me lovely lullabies
And the fading moon wishes me good night
Who said I am alone? The night has her own ways to make me delight
I see an angel coming out the city of my imaginations
In order to fulfill my dreams, she has given her happiness to me as a donation
Leaving her world of fairies and wearing the sinful body of a human
She has filled my life with joy, and love of a woman
Who said I am alone? I have a fairy to guide me all along