Long Charity Poems
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It’s been along time since your death but it seems like yesterday
I still mourn your loss and for your soul I pray
Nothing is the same I see life differently
Now that your gone I’ve changed to be the best I can be
To change how I live I’ve gone to the depths
Even though you’re gone Ill try to follow in your footsteps
My heart was black your love has turned it red
Where there was anger and hate now there’s happiness and joy instead
Forgiveness use to be the furthest thing from my mind
Now it’s easy I forget the past and I’m kind
To change how I live I’ve gone to the depths
Even though you’re gone Ill try to follow in your footsteps
Charity and generosity was not in my equation
Now I look for it in any situation
You were not perfect but you were as close as can be
I strive for it and want others to see
To change how I live I’ve gone to the depths
Even though you’re gone Ill try to follow in your footsteps
Maybe they’ll change for their own good health
Or find out the satisfaction of being true to oneself
All that you were is now a part of me to
Following your example brings me closer to you
~Compassion~
(Rhyme)
Compassion is something wonderful that we all should feel,
Every human being should experience it just like love everyday,
God surely shows His divine love and compassion to all of us,
He does it in everything and all that we go through
So let's show always our love, caring and compassion for other folks,
I know that there are so many folks out there who suffer too,
They're just going through a lot of sorrow, loss, and pain today,
It's not really hard to show sympathy, and give them a helping hand too
Charity and compassion should start right in our homes,
Just give it to all your friends and family members as well too,
It is part of our original make-up when God created us,
God expect us not only to show Love but Compassion, to everyone too
Compassion is not just an emotion, it's something more we all should feel,
It's something very natural embeded in each of us as human beings too,
And it doesn't take too much to demonstrate it to just about anyone around,
It can be a smile or just a kind word, to someone who may need it a lot too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January.04.2016
A New Year
Happy New Year
to you and yours.
From us... all.
Those who love the morning.
Those that love the day.
Those that count the stars...
in the dark sky all along the way.
Those that trust,
that God has control,
in the light of the moment,
and in the darkness
of the forever black.
Rest well friends.
Know that there is a tomorrow,
because our world has hope.
Without it,
no one could cope...
with the chaos.
Be still and know God.
Be still and know that you,
were made...
so never be afraid.
Be happy in the New Year,
and say goodbye to the old.
Be bold in your actions,
and never cold in your heart.
Happy New Year,
a new chance to do more,
and better than ever before...
Have faith,
and believe...
that we all want peace.
Whether rooted or buried,
Weathered truths amuse as charity
Towards the crude and the sharing,
In hopes of proving some clarity.
Yet it’s with this first link; a chain is born.
Forged and tempered by a speech,
Or foul and tampered with our reach,
It is still what is grown that comes away as fruit,
but not of the poisonous tree;
With Flourishing and budding flora,
hoping of whats to come we call fairly, sorta,
in pairings of tones from both of
the muttering and the daring,
From of all who wonder of these
latent seeds to be considered as
“of the unborn.”
But if by a birth that is to be controlled,
then a yield may become trodden,
Flattened and rotten, just as any fabrics lathered in hardships become tattered and spotted
until they are torn.
Left finally, truly forgotten
Then presumably silently and
Sworn to be compassionately
And delightfully alone.
Albeit, the same chance remains
without this touch of authority,
For be it where wonder may not dismiss,
And where judgement stops glaring,
an illusion of autonomy finds the disguise
Of a choice tending to a worth
Inherently unknown.
Where is it, i ask,
Where may two sides of the same coin
Argue upon their price?
Why may a currency ingrained with such a bickering inexplicable thought wage this necessity of war?
A Peace Of Mind...
When I wake up from my bed in the morning.
My saturate eyes open slowly and welcomes the morning sun.
Then I feel warm and comfortable at peace of mind.
I offer my Fajar prayer and Recite Holy Quran Daily.
The morning smell of the earth reminds me my childhood
The wetness of flora brings me cool breeze.
I was born in this universe with peaceful nature around me
Then, I always felt that I was a star on my own brightness.
Learned, the love and kindness brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the prayers for God brings me a peace of mind.
Learned, the help for helpless brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the life of peace brings me a peace of mind
Whole day attempting good deed relax my heart and soul.
Smile as charity comfort me whole day.
Cooking food make me valuable house keeping girl
By obeying orders of Allah and Parents i will think myself as cindrella of my mom.
The future dreams makes me shy & relax whole the day.
When my saturate eyes close slowly and welcomes the silent night
Then I fall sleep comfortably at peace of mind while praying God to have another peaceful day.
I stand tall
in this belief
patience and understanding
faith in hope
with loves purity
with a manliness
judgement impaired
struggling within desire
passion and courage
a fortitude
in the perfection
of something
so beautiful
Without tolerance
poor justice served
in love controlling
thoughts within emotions
forgiveness and mercy
hold all keys
I am a god fearing man
feelings tore
to pieces
Without mercy
only one wisdom
is the supreme judge
of all that I am
having faith
in courage
light of hope
shines her beacon
with love
Restricted in
deep senses
cast into darkness
hurting deeply
Hell's fire burns
inside the heart
I donated it
as a gift
of beauty everlasting
freely to you
Charity a moral virtue
in subject matter
how dare anyone
judge my feelings
on this severe pain
as I fight bravely
in the light
of love
never giving up
Reaching out
of this soul
deeming myself worthy
regulates this man
in regards to honours
the spiritual union
of love
the commitment
in God's light
in spite
of difficulties
What is
morally right
justice in happiness
a knowledge
of natural light within
one reason
we trust divinely
it attains life
in everlasting clarity
we find our peace
Love is eternity to me.
It transcends all beauty.
It encompasses reality,
And overwhelms formality.
It reaches deep and long,
Makes right from wrong,
Brings hope to go on,
And makes weak things strong.
I'm in love with compassion,
Passionate about intimacy,
Live for bliss and holiness,
And Lay down as a lamb in peace.
Worth giving, worth living in,
Worth giving into and living true.
This force is not forced,
It is God given to be the source.
It will remain and can't be contained.
It is feeling, sacrifice, said and done,
Charity realized; wholly prized as the Son.
Love is open, ever growing, wise and fun!
Never to be disguised, love.
From Riches to Rags
Most human beings are living like ghosts,
Not really knowing what the future holds.
Whilst we wash in the slime,
In our own cardboard homes.
There is a building, that is your home.
Once picture perfect; now in ruins after a cyclone.
Now like those you once looked down upon,
From your self appointed pedestal;
You too have become what you used to call a bum.
But now you must call them what they are;
A friend, an enemy, a homeless dying drunk,
Sleeping in a burnt out car.
In need of shelter; just as you are.
But the tramp that gave you shelter;
Shows charity starts at home.
For when the streets become your home
And you have lived that way for many years;
You will look at people in their suits
And recall once hearing all the cheers.
Success was such an easy thing to attain;
But compassion for your fellow man, has become your new aim.
For when you have lost all your worldly possessions
And you have realized your working life, is simply a profession.
Then maybe you will see clearly, find some sort of consolation;
Once you have regrouped and once more risen.
You have to begin your life, all over again.
But the partner standing by you, is in the same situation.
Then three years down the line,
As you sit there upon your throne;
You remember the bad old days have now come and gone.
But you are no longer a snob;
Now you no longer live for your job.
Now you no longer choose to live alone;
You can now open up to a fellow human being and live life as one.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
You can take love
to the store~ that's nice,
but the cashier will say
kindly, that I need a bit
more...
You can take love to the bank,
and the teller will say, that's nice
but not a deposit, dear, to be
quite frank...
One takes love to the Altar:
I also do, but two years latter
the relationship may be thoroughly
through...
for in the scheme of physical reality
love is not coin even accepted by
charity, as the plate is passed
from hand to hand down the pew
if not delivered your 10%
the priest may think, damn you!
Yet, I confess, being addicted to love,
no great wealth on earth, small price to pay
for tokens fitting the turnstile above....
You grew up knowing you would work,
for your dream job you made a search,
then went to school and took the tests,
burned the oil to be the best.
You interned for experience,
and developed good business sense,
got a good job with a big firm,
then through toil you quickly learned
how to bring service to the mass,
and how to solve their problems fast,
the hard work brought you lots of praise,
with corresponding bumps in pay.
You took a chance, went on your own,
started your own shop from your home,
set your hours, were your own boss,
built it all up through free-time lost.
But all the effort brought the join,
the upper middle-class you joined,
through tenacity, grit and nerve…
seven figures going forward.
Wait--someone is now in office,
makes promises with words practiced,
offers his voter much free stuff,
declares that you have ‘had enough.’
Your own success, it’s just not fair
when others live on in despair,
sure, they may have made bad choices,
but he wins votes with their voices.
Besides, don’t your care of the poor?
Don’t you know what they have endured?
We can’t rely on charity,
you might help the wrong folks, you see.
Who care if you mortgaged your house?
We have to have ‘compassion’ now.
Who cares if things are yours by right?
And if new taxes make things tight.
Who cares if you must close your doors
because they just keep taking more?
Don’t you know what professors say?
You ‘exploit’ workers anyway!
You know that you don’t ‘give them jobs,’
you ‘steal’ from them, you take and rob,
they’d rather those jobs not exist
then thank a ‘damn capitalist.’
Don’t you know that you’re ‘all that’s wrong,’
it’s ‘fascist’ to work hard and long,
it’s ‘immoral,’ and should be spurned,
the thought that you should keep what’s earned.
You think your work gives you a claim,
so bourgeoisie…that’s quite insane,
you could do your work just as well
earning no more than someone else.
“It’s not worth it,”you do announce,
then you’re a monster, and they pounce,
take all the wealth you did create,
say it’s for ‘the good of the state.’
To want it back would be greedy,
they need the cash for ‘the needy.’
Then you see them drive fancy cars…
they’re only thieves with good P.R.