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Through seventy years of change,
Orb and sceptre in your hands,
Serving your people, young and old,
You have reigned over these lands.
To duty called when you were young,
You took the oath in Edwards chair.
The crown sits well upon that head
That doth its precious weight still bear.
A beacon to your people,
To all your commonwealth,
You show us what devotion means
To something beyond self.
Prime ministers and presidents
Have graced your royal court
Charities from every sphere
Your patronage have sought.
A mother and a grandmother,
A loyal and loving wife.
A Queen with whom the nation
Shared the milestones of your life.
You could not give us any more,
You’re an example to us all.
Of the meaning of self sacrifice
That answer”s duty’s call.
You too have suffered pain and loss,
Part of life’s kaleidoscope.
You empathise, you sympathise,
You bring a nation hope.
You’ve led us in remembrance
At war’s sad and bitter loss,
You’ve shed tears at the cenotaph,
For the fallen and the lost.
You truly are respected
By every generation,
For standing by your people,
For fulfilling your vocation.
Not for ourselves alone are we
Born to this life we’re given
You’ve shown us what can be achieved
If we too are truly driven.
You”re our pride and our identity
Loved and held in great respect.
History will remember you
As our beloved “Lillibet.”
We celebrate these seventy years,
Your Platinum Jubilee.
And I, for one, am glad to be,
A subject of your majesty.
He was born in Chicago in 1933,
and became one of the best acts anyone could see.
In the fifties, with the “Teenage Kings of Harmony”,
with classmate Sam Cooke, he gained great popularity.
He joined “The Pilgrim Travelers” after the army.
In a South car crash, he was a near fatality.
It took more than a year to regain his memory.
Lou Rawls became popular with his deep velvet voice.
His more than seventy albums with hit songs were choice.
He made his mark in the sixties with a recording
that went to number one called “Love is a Hurting Thing”.
“Lady Love”, You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine,”
and “Natural Man” were his biggest hit songs so fine.
Lou became great with raising funds for some charities
that would help black colleges and universities.
This was a man who achieved so much during his day.
In January 2006, he passed away.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
So many needs; So many hungry; So many homeless; So many good endeavors; So many requests for help; So many fraud-based endeavors.
But what more can I do? And who do I help, and how? Who do you dismiss, and why? Do we dare say 'No' to every phone call? No way can we say 'yes' to every request. Must I also respond to other charities as well? But I already channel my giving through my church. I know not what course others may or may not take; nor do I know how others should or should not respond. But not long ago, I found a fulfilling way that works for me.
For a good while, I was asking myself, "What can they do with so little when their need is so great? Will they appreciate my little gift or will they look down on me?" I felt better when a 'Thank you' letter came to me a few weeks ago. It read, "Your generous gift of $1 in December 2017 to ..... will help continue the lifesaving care for children like 9-year old ...."
I must share with you in condensed form the reason for that letter which came from one of at least about six different organizations that I support with $1 per month. I am so very excited about the new personal missions endeavor that God placed on my heart more than a year ago. So many well-meaning charities are constantly asking for money, and for a long time, I simply said "No, I'm sorry. I give to my church and that's about all I can do". But one day I sensed that a still small voice was speaking to me that said, "You can send each organization $1 each month that they send you a letter requesting a donation. I said "Yes" to that voice that I believe was God's voice. He showed me how to do a little bit more than I was already doing, and I am a much richer man for having done so.
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As a society we are wrestling with the issues,
Of how best to Provide for our children.
Should the state play such a big part?
Should we set up charities that only focus on children,
When the whole family is dysfunctional,?
Are criminal gangs and families suitable places to leave children?
How can communities become more family friendly?
If you are like me you are probably betwixt and between on the subject,
As while there is need for immediate protection for children,
Being well-meaning is not enough,
When it comes to child welfare,
We also have the issue of where we put the children we take away from families.
So much to think about. But we need to get it right,
Like which Charity to give to,
And should we borrow money to give,?
Or should we bypass that rout and help families we Know directly.
Otherwise?
Will you tell me please, if you dare?
Does anybody really care?
We say that we do, show remorse;
For thoughts from our peers-stay the course.
We say not, but it is still greed.
Is this thinking of the same seed?
Donate to charities and such,
Mindful not to give each too much.
Pass by people holding their sign,
Thinking, "My money is all mine."
Never knowing the how or why,
Or seeing the tear they never cry.
Assuming they are capable
Of putting food on the table.
Most can, but some simply can not.
Lost demons, of which were fought.
We use the word of the same name,
Playing our hand of the greed game.
Can, or will not look in the eye;
Stay busy, until we pass by.
For our own greed, we question theirs;
Proving- Nobody really cares.
** Rush Hudson Limbaugh III
January 12,1951 ~ February 17, 2021
Rush Limbaugh was an AMTALK Radio Pioneer and America's anchor.
A recipient of the "Medal of Freedom" and a patriot conservative mentor.
His God-given ability and insight soars to the creator.
He now rests in tranquillity on Heaven's great shore.
Written on 2/2/2022
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The list below are some of Rush's accomplishments
Information taken from Limbaugh Website : www.rushlimbaugh.com
The Presidential Medal of Freedom is awarded by the President of the United States "for especially meritorious contribution
Awarded the “William F. Buckley, Jr. Award for Media Excellence” by the Media Research Center (2007)
Received CPAC’s “Defender of the Constitution Award” (2009)
Named the Human Events Man of the Year (2007)
The Giving Back Fund’s 10 Most Generous Celebrities for contributions to charities and individuals, such as the Marine Corps – Law Enforcement Foundation
Awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Donald Trump (2020)
Five-time winner of the National Association of Broadcasters Marconi Award for “Excellence in Syndicated and Network Broadcasting”
Children’s Choice Author of the Year, Rush Revere and the Brave Pilgrims (2014)
Author of #1 New York Times bestselling Adventures of Rush Revere Series, including Rush Revere and the Brave Pilgrims, The First Patriots, The American Revolution, The Star-Spangled Banner, and The Presidency
Inducted into the Radio Hall of Fame in Chicago in 1993
Inducted into the National Association of Broadcasters Hall of Fame in 1998
In times like these, where I live,
Days are rising in exuberance of spring
Blossoming season’s scented revelry
As hatchlings are chirping jovial music,
Yet, the news dominates COVID-Nineteen:
A world trapped in grip of quarantine.
Silence of the streets speaks loudly
For countless lives interrupted suddenly,
Muted voices aching helplessly
Suspending travel, shuttering businesses,
Closing schools, libraries, offices,
Facing spectacular market crashes;
Re-living images of jobless people
Lining up at food-banks, charities,
Filing claims for unemployment benefits.
Crushing footage of world powerless,
Flashes daily like science-fiction movies--
Mighty nations brought to knees
Invaded by a microscopic enemy
Way more powerful than any army,
Killing populations indiscriminately.
Normal has become social distancing,
Covering faces in public places,
Hugging grandkids on facetime remotely,
Saying words of prayer, reassuring--
Sounding the same in every language
Regardless of one’s religion or faith
As strangers cry for those seeking help
In corridors of crowded hospital beds
Where bawl of fear spurs echoes of death.
Life will be different in a changed world
As I think of the future yet unknown,
But I feel assured there will be a cure;
Force of despair may haunt endlessly
Yet, goodwill of hope will remain eternal.
In times like these, where I live,
I let spring pass-by for visions of summer
And sanguine meadows of opulent autumn,
Mindful, even when tears stop flowing,
Pain of this disease will linger long after.
May 6, 2020
Placed 1st: In times like these poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Empathetic Light
Lady Diana, the exquisite Princess of Wales.
A heroine now in hundreds of tales.
An accomplished pianist at Buckingham Palace.
A hopeful ballerina, a kindergarten teacher.
A radiant young woman who loved to dance,
A royal young activist.
A humanitarian princess with courage, not discouraged.
A demure beauty, dedicated to duty.
To replace fear with compassion, she modeled for the world charitable actions.
"Hold my hand, I’m not afraid”
whispering to a man who suffered with AIDS.
Her hugging and empathy never ceasing, her tender love always increasing.
A hospital president for sick children, her mission.
Cautiously walking through land mines, one scary step at a time.
Explosives in the ground, she showed their purpose no longer found.
Her little princes, one on each arm.
William and Harry adored their mum.
To normalize life at times,
Disney rides, McDonald’s fries…
Paparazzi hunted her for years, bringing danger and tears.
The most photographed woman in the world.
A wedding dress of 10,000 pearls
An elegant, humble golden girl.
One evening a tragic trip through a Paris tunnel.
Drive faster,
speed up,
turn them off
put them down
stop clicking
turn around.
Then a horrific shame, who was to blame?
Indescribable loss at a human cost.
God wanted her back in 1997.
The Princess Of Wales, was our present from heaven.
They say a billion mourned. The world’s hearts truly torn.
Memories of mummy nobody could take.
Two royal sons, their hearts did break.
Now fathers with children to love, new charities to support and take care of.
I miss her now and missed her then.
Your sister, my mother, her nanny, my friend.
She changed the world for nations until her end.
The lives she touched were made healthier and bright by
Lady Diana's empathetic light.
When the stomach of a child
Who has overfed rumbles, it is not
In memory of the empty hands of the past
Or what the future holds in hand
It is to mock hunger by saying all is well for now!
All is not well for tomorrow’s grinding hunger
When the Ministers of chronic poverty
Are the symptomatic children of gluttony.
The politicos eat their fill of the national cake
Down to their kin, while the dry crumbs
Are earmarked for poverty alleviation.
Today, like yesterday immemorial
They formulate policies, sign MOUs
Host conferences, organize seminars
Then publish readymadecopypaste reforms
Before the press and assembly
On how to terminate the gene (ration) of poverty.
But then, await aids, charities
Foreign loans, Sani and Diezani’s loots
Which are then looted again.
Only for the political meme
To procreate poverty, a social gene.
All is not well
When inflation drowns and hunger mounts.
You who eat until your every anatomy become fibroid
And then you say all is well.
Have you ever heard or felt
The roar and bite of empty stomachs
Or the crackling ribs of raving hunger?
And have you felt the hopelessness of trying
To perceive the aroma of tomorrow’s break of fast?
We cannot live by charities
Palliatives and crude empowerment alone
But from every sustainable development
Infrastructures and industrialization.
Our palms cannot always be spread under the sun
Awaiting bronze coin and silver manna.
No more nagging stomachs, colourless eyes
And furrowed brows
No more the darkness distributed by PHC
No more the public wealth shared by NASS
And their fellows, the contractors
No more business monopoly, hoarding and inflation
No more the love for foreign lands and goods
To the detriment of the homeland
No more insecurity, hate speech and division
No more fraud, immorality, tribalism and mediocrity
No more laziness, vain speech and promises
No more the birth of the almajirai and abandoned projects
No more the suit, cassock and agbada ministers of poverty!
Value of kindness and compassion towards other beings, people that serve humans by fraternity teachings.
Tagore believed to have contact with the divine; one has to worship humanity to confine.
Reaching future generation and it means to be a human,
coming from the most selfless act conclusion.
Acts of humanity should not be corrupted,
in any form by fame, power or greed conducted.
Divisiveness caused through race, religion and nationality,
socio-economics causing humanity to disintegrate radically.
The poorest countries infested by international charities,
volunteering for a CV are the modern parodies.
Regressing all to the point not to care about their surrounding,
perplexities to indulge that defy humanity confounding.
Qualities that form the foundation are honesty and integrity,
courage and self awareness, no religion is bigger than humanity.
Orwell’s warning that we grow into a dystopian society,
with conformity that is a polluted big brother anxiety.
Fear in propaganda at means of oppression conducted,
status quo by **** retentive honors as state consulted.
Through in charge by handicapped people that cannot rise,
above the sense of duty have a heavy price.
Then duty becomes pleasure by true intuition,
conceived by reason of loving human condition.