Long Charity Poems
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August in Athens is always confusing
I spent the evening looking at a white wall the moon had lit up,
waiting for the movie to start.
Staggered into a church where bearded priests handed out bags
of yesterday’s cake.
The elderly lady behind me got none, it was her second time
she had been in the line
I gave her my bag and felt good about my act of charity.
In the deep shadows of the park, I found a grotto displaying
Jesus in he looked like a sleeping angel, one painted by Caravaggio.
The painted Jesus opened his eyes smiled like an urchin selling himself to a paederast.
Behind two nuns giggled and I fled this religious horror.
Came to a lone bar run by a horse that had fled a Russian circus.
As Alice Walker said,” horses make the landscape more beautiful.”
I drank ouzo, she had hay.
At midnight we rode through the summer night.
Last Sunday I spoke to my best friend ,
after many years I felt as if I didn’t know her at all.
She was bragging about her pretentious innocence and compassion while telling me how she celebrated her birthday in an orphanage.
Her parents took her to an orphanage for her eighteenth birthday to scream to the world how generous and kind they are on social media.
I couldn’t help but imagine the conundrum of the children there ,who wouldn’t understand why there is a need to click a picture of each and every moment .
The nasty truth behind the considerate action made me uncomfortable.
The children in the orphanage don’t need your selfish charity,
they need a loving heart to spend time with.
Children in the orphanage are seen but never acknowledged,
they need a person to make them realise of their own childhood.
She showed the pictures clicked by her dad’s expensive camera but all I saw in the numerous pair of
eyes the stinging feeling and sadness of how they could never be a kin .
In one picture she was feeding a piece of cake to her mom and beside her was standing a little angel seeing in awe the biggest luxury of life which she couldn’t afford , “ A MOTHER”.
Each photo captured different emotions.
In the end my best friend was happy with all the likes and comments she received.
Her words created a void in our relationship which will remain forever.
"Love Is Not a Feeling"
Love is not the flutter in the chest,
not the rush of light in the eyes,
not the way the heart skips
when a name is spoken softly.
Those things fade
like morning dew
when the sun climbs high.
Love is the staying
when the fire cools.
It’s the reaching out a hand
when pride says, don’t.
It’s forgiveness whispered
when the wound is still fresh.
It’s not born of mood or moment
it’s born of will.
The quiet courage to say,
“I choose you still.”
For “charity beareth all things, believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:7 (KJV)
Love is not a feeling.
It’s the vow beneath the breath,
the promise that stands
when feelings fall.
It’s the echo of Eden,
the reflection of Calvary
a daily dying to self,
and a daily choosing of grace.
Because “We love him, because he first loved us.” 1 John 4:19 (KJV)
Love is not a feeling
it is a choice.
And in choosing it,
we become
a little more like Him.
Form:
I woke up this morning said my prayers
opening the curtains a bright sun hit my eyes
looking out at the white snow glistening diamonds sparkled
Thank you Lord I whispered into myself
feeling the warm sun kiss the heart and soul
as the light of hope flooded into a mind's space
Boiling the kettle saying deeply mindful wish I was at mass
God is everywhere you decide if your close to Him or not
missing the Sacrifice of the Holy mass has left a hunger inside
desiring the Body and Blood of my Saviour Christ
with the promise of Eternal Life and salvation
from the same Flesh that hung on the Cross
I Worship on the Sabbath Day my King and Lord
whom from the Sun's rising to its setting His Name is Great
among the nations and everywhere they will bring Him Sacrifice
Jesus is the Pure offering Son of the Father and King
I come back to the world reading headlines ugly has taken over
very little good news being preached just doom and gloom
the charity of the human nature is fading slowly spoilt
Fear is this man made device that challenges the functions of normality
Faraway in a distant land hope grows
age of centuries battlefield of truth
a merry go around
cotton white kisses clouds
dancing joy blows them away
Warmly into paradise upon golden sands
lingering magic music chants an air wave floating
The harp plays on her spells as a violin tugs deeply lament
where the starlight bursts silently whisper silver lining
within footprints holding the temple of faith stand
Cross roads starts the balancing act advances forward
building blocks begins one step at a time
over oceans suffering beauty dwells inside
The salted spice cured pains only love
forever and always remains lingerings clarity
With the ashes of memories that never will die
breathing with the fallen stars dust smouldering aches burn
giving birth to a spiritual wisdom in another realm
rising waves crash and kneel to salute freedom's voice
falling on the seventh crest adoring salvation sings a lark song
within your charity bewitching time held precious heart Divine
Captivated by your heavenly vision appears a presence
dazzling diamonds stepping onto the plate to serve only you gracious
light of eternities flame burns brightly promising blue seals your gift
misted with angels tears rainbow over one bridge to cross
ties the knot inside forever joined miracle of the sun
Clothed by the radiance of a pearl's lustre
washed by the seabed sweet salt whitewashed
halo of a heartbeat's echo chimes deeply ringing
Sweetly from the thorns crowning Grace sits regal passion
silk warm petals of a rose ingrowing deeply flowers
touching a sunbeam's glow colours our destiny in which path we do take
Love Language
The words “I love you” seem strangers to your lips
Not falling with the ease of rain from Heaven’s eyes
Compliments share no home – seem eclipsed
Affirming words often lost in disguise.
Though my native tongue speaks affirming words
As gifts declare my loyal heart’s intent
They speak a foreign dialect in your world
To wander orphaned children – not evident.
Yet, your love language with bold voice expressed
In timely deeds of charity – work of your hands -
No request refused – no plea suppressed –
Love connects in touch we both understand.
Acts of service shout your love language scent
More than gifts or words I prize these - sweet incense.
There are five love languages:
Quality Time
Words of Encouragement or Affirmation
Touch
Gifts
Acts of Service
10-12-21
Contest: I Love You
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Who was such an arrogant p***k,
Turned out a sport, and double quick,
What was vulgarity
Turned into charity,
What was a faux pa, what a trick!
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Happenings |20.12.2022| Limerick
Poet’s note: New Zealand PM Jacinda Arden was caught on a hot microphone using a vulgarity. Yet, what could have taken an ugly turn, turned a face-saver. She and her target agreed to sign an official transcript and auctioned it to fetch 100,000 NZ dollars. Well, one who was a p***k sort, turned out to be a good sport! Some may focus on vulgarity, some on charity, what about the politicians’ maturity?
Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen a child smiling with its wide open mouth?
Behind the innocent smile, you can find His move.
Innocence is God.
Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen the hands extending alms?
Behind the hands, you can find the aura of God.
Charity is God.
Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen the service offered to a suffering soul?
Behind the service, you can see the charm of God.
Service is God.
Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen the friends embracing each other?
Behind the pure hearts,you can find the love of God.
Purity is God.
Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen a Guru teaching his disciple?
Behind every truth, you can find His blessings.
Humility is God.
Why all this?
Humane is Divine.
Placed : 5th
Where is God hiding Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Date: 25-08-2022
MY VIETNAM VETERAN HUSBAND AND I RETURNED HOME TO A HORROR INTRUDERS PICKING OUR LOCKS RIPPING PAGES AGAIN AN ONGOING 23 YEAR HEIST FIR DOCUMENTS MILITARY IMMUNIZATION RECORDS OF MY KIDS THE DAYS I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI I WOUKD OFTEN TAKE THE KIDS TO GET SHOTS BEING IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF ANOTHER SCHOOL FBI RECEIPTS ARLINGTON HEIGHTS FIELD OFFICE ALONG WITH MY CHILDREN SHOT RECORDS MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES THIS STALKER PICKS THE LOCK WITH BROKEN HANGERS FINALLY OPENS OUR MILITARY TRUNKS AND BEGAN GOING THROUGH CLASSIFIED DOCUMENTS UNAUTHORIZED DOCUMENTS IN OUR HOME BLESSING SHE GOT A BAD CUT WHILE HANDLED MEDICAL RECORDS FROM 1966 LEAVING BLOOD STAINS FINALLY PLACING STICKERS ON PAGES DOCUMENTS MY HUSBAND AND I BOTH SUFFER FROM PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY WE ARE VERY DRAINS AFRAID AT TIMES SHE ACTUALLY POINTED AN ASSAULT RIFLE FROM ACROSS THE STREET RED DOTS BEAMING IN OUR WINDOW IDENTITY FRAUD IS A HORRID THING WITH DATA BREACHES THESE THIEVES PULL HOME INVASIONS HEIST UPON MILITARY FAMILIES THE SMELL OF HER BLOOD TOXIC SADNESS THAT VIETNAM VETERANS FAMILIES WE SPEND OUR LIFE PLANTING FLOWERS PLANTING TREES PAINTING BRICKS FOR THE FALLEN LINING OUR HOME WITH FAITH CHARITY MOST OF THESE IS LOVE THE LOVE OF GIVING GODS EARTH I ADORE WATCHING THE TREES SWAY WITH THE FLAG WAVING WE ARE AMERICAN I REALIZE IT'S CIRO GARGANO ANGRY BITTER ALL THESE YEARS TERRORISTS THREATS ATTEMPTS TO EXTORT BLACKMAIL MILITARY FAMILIES MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THIS DEADLY TERROR REMINDING ME OF WITNESSING THE MURDER OF RASTA ANDREW HIS BLOOD STAINED MY DOORWAY HE ARRIVED WAVING HIS GUN TO MURDER ME BY GODS GRACE HE WAS KILLED BEFORE HE KILLED ME MY STALKERS IS HIS LONGTIME GIRL FRIEND TONI HER DAUGHTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS DANITA DELMONT AGENT TALISHA SHAW ALICIA HILTON KIWANI BUGGS LEAVING BLOOD STAINS BEHIND ON OUR FLAGS AND PAINTED BRICKS FOR THE FALLEN GOD BLESS AMERICA
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
I was hungry, you gave me food
You gave me meat to eat
I was thirsty you gave me drink, that's sweet
And I was a stranger you took me in
Housed me for a moment placed a roof over my head
Naked and shamed shoe less you clothes me
I was torn weary and sick
Still you took me in,took me in
You gave me
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
I was in prison and you came to me
And as a stranger you took me in
You hugged me, shown love toward me
You gave me monies, encouragements, food and more, it's true
I was torn, weary, and sick
Yet you told me I was yet blessed
I was hungry, you gave me food
You gave me meat to eat
I was thirsty you gave me drink, that's sweet
And I was a stranger you took me in
Housed me for a moment placed a roof over my head
Naked and shamed shoe less you clothes me
I was torn weary and sick
Still you took me in,took me in
You gave me
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
You gave me charity, hospitality, and love
2/01/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010