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TENDER LOVE AND CARE
Take a look around,
what do you see?
I see homeless,
hungry, it could be you or me.
Strange times,
in the places that we live,
So many out of work,
we have nothing to give.
I see scared people,
funny look to their eyes,
Lost souls,
desperation in their cries.
Most have families,
they sleep in their car,
Every night,
the kids wish upon a star.
I hear people say,
it’s their own fault, their lowlifes,
These are families,
moms, dads, kids and wives.
The cost of living,
is off the Rector-scale,
It's like paving
the highway to hell.
The Government is of no help,
they put us here,
They say their transparent,
yet the facts are unclear.
So many struggling,
with alcohol and drug addiction,
So many of us,
just do not pay attention.
Ignoring it,
does not mean it’s not there,
Even the blind,
can see its everywhere.
Desperate people,
can do desperate things,
You know what they say,
it isn’t over till the fat lady sings.
The law,
and all the racial tension,
Negative energy,
it’s the bone of contention.
It won't work itself out,
in need of repair,
All it takes is a little,
tender, love and care…
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Mending
by Michael R. Burch
for the survivors of 9-11
I am besieged with kindnesses;
sometimes I laugh,
delighted for a moment,
then resume
the more seemly occupation of my craft.
I do not taste the candies...
The perfume
of roses is uplifted
in a draft
that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans
which spin like old propellers
till the room
is full of ghostly bits of yarn...
My task
is not to knit,
but not to end too soon.
This poem is dedicated to the victims of 9-11 and their families and friends.
Published by Poetry Super Highway and Poetry Life & Times
Keywords/Tags: 9-11, victims, survivors, sympathy, surreal, terrorism, war, violence, stress, twin towers, knit, craft, candy, candies, sweet, sweets, tribute
The thing with psychology is it darkens the human
when you’re no longer guessing or sat there assuming
the intent of a pattern inferring the action
a shade that people would name as the black one
There’s more bad than good
mostly misunderstood
the way they were raised
the lack of the praise
but mostly relatability that never took place
somebody else out there in the same place
relating to struggles you currently face
to take you away from the lonely embrace
And families do matter
the man and the master
the lady and daughter
what went before ya
because the greatest mothers have never been boys
only a man knows what that path deploys
and I can not understand females in puberty
I’m on the outside that experience protruded me
So try to be thoughtful and engage your brain
engage it like pride when you know it is shame
because shame has a lining that’s silver in shade
growing up is reliant on honest and brave
I find it not right
nor sustainably left,
snapped the poet,
that sainted soldiers claimed healthy transitions
toward divinely rapturous peace
to promote principles of death
by deliberate
degenerate design.
I could not reasonably interpret good news
win-God/win-humanity scripture stories
designed for win/lose inhumane
unredeemed
heroic fight makes Earth all zero-balanced right
patriotic players.
Neither philosophers
nor politicians
nor parasites
nor predators
could legitimately inscribe
and thereby capture and commodify
Natural Law
to justify killing each
Eco-Other
which, unreasoning,
feels distinctly unnatural
and betrays principled cause/effect order,
neither promoting liberty toward healthy naturality
nor security from too wealthy
self-satisfied non-spirituality
for individuals
families
communities
residuals
tribes
transgenderals
cultures
nations
generals
species of natural ordered pasts,
spirited futures,
co-presently remembered,
designed by healthy recombinant
transubstantiating
meta-morphic intent.
Nor is it OK for real-world multicultural experience
to whisper God's sacred transcendent
omnipotent mercy
to support
and reason
and negotiate for just wars
against this actual everyday private humanity
of one interdependently public
transparently vulnerable messianic body,
a cooperatively-owned sacrificial servant
for Earth's more polyculturally robust life,
not monocultural
Death
which feels like sacrilege against any divine Creator's
regenerative potential
and/or original intent,
omnipotent resilience,
omniscient resonance,
omnipresent restorative justice
justifying win/win/win/win...
Peace
which cannot be reasonably used
to justify deliberate dissonant degenerativity,
nor to sanctify desecration.
In the shadows of our nation's promise,
Some stand waiting, papers clutched in hand,
While others cross where fences compromise,
And find a different welcome in this land.
I've seen the tired faces at food banks,
Veterans who fought beneath our flag,
The elderly with medicine too dear,
And families whose futures start to sag.
Not hatred for the stranger seeking hope,
But questions for a system out of tune,
That sometimes seems to overlook its own,
While others find their answers coming soon.
What justice means depends on where you stand—
The view looks different from the bottom rung.
When helping hands seem always out of reach,
It's hard to hear the songs of freedom sung.
A nation built on dreams must dream for all,
Not choose between its children and its guests.
The scales of fairness falter and they tilt
For corruption is the system democracy has built.
Perhaps one day we'll build a better way,
Where no one stands forgotten in the cold,
Where policy embraces every soul.
Until that day, the tensions pull us tight,
Two different truths, both painful and sincere
The struggle of belonging and of need,
Just another myth of the so called American
Dream, putting many to sleep.
Once the house was with high-spirits and ebullient
Playing, dining and all things were done together.
Grandpa used to advise and mentor every one.
No aloofness, filled with a congenial weather.
As time passed families too changed gradually
Limited people with their unlimited wants
Confining to their private rooms locked from inside
Stick to their gadget screens, without any response
No sharing, no chatting, no roaring of laughter
Sullen silence pervades in the closed apartments.
Teens indifferent to parents and vice versa
Concealing their failures as well as achievements
Those uncongenial things torment the wise old man.
The kindred can never perceive his emotions
And ignore them as silly and meaningless thoughts.
Will they ever feel the decay of relations?
Writing Challenge - Decay - Poetry Contest
Quatrain poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 24/09/2020
With winter’s end, Spring and Summer arrive;
the pond’s ice is out and turtles sun on logs.
Robins and their young bounce across the lawn,
hunting for worms and grubs just under the soil.
The days bring barbecues and the ice cream man;
beautiful lilacs odoriferous in purple, white and reds
their unmistakable essence wafts about our yard.
Families on bicycles off for a daytime adventure;
a picnic at the park, or off to the crowded beach.
The lovely dogwood’s and cherry blossoms are now
finally in full bloom; so colorful and magnificent.
Easter eggs are found hiding all about the lawn,
missed by young children and adults combined.
Cottontail bunnies scatter, running from imaginary
hoodoos and what-zits from behind the maples.
April is a euphoric time of renewal and rebirth;
we are exhilarated at the caress of each sunrise!
Cheers from boats with colorful sails fade,
The surfer’s smile wanes as the warmth subsides,
In parks where families with picnics stayed,
Their chatter gone, when summer is gone.
The dawn’s early light loses its spark,
Petunias and zinnias weather and wilt,
Birds and bees soon disappear,
As summer slips away.
The days of endless light are gone,
Replaced by evenings cloaked in dark night,
The laughter of children, swaying on swings in park,
Echoes of joy, no longer found.
The gentle breeze, now shy and cool,
Carries whispers of summer’s end,
The rivers slow their hurried pace,
Reflecting dimmer skies, a colder future lies ahead.
It began with her dear husband Yudi
The first Nathan we'd ever met--
His friendly smile, his charming wit
Helped my wife and me forget--
That OUR families were not all intact.
He invited us for a Sabbath meal
Where we met his lovely wife--
She served us homemade soup and other fare
All prepared with a momma's special care--
Shirley Nathan had just enriched our life.
The Nathan place became our second home
We became regular Sabbath guests there
In bits and pieces we learned of Shirley's life
Of her selfless service to her family
--and to people everywhere.
In a word or two, she was beloved
Of family, friends, of students one and all
She loved us, cared for us, taught us--
Thanks to her, we stood tall, never small.
Shirley was my wife's best friend
A friend both firm and steadfast
A person she could count on in a pinch
Their friendship, my wife sensed, would forever last...
And that it did, to her dying day
When Shirley Nathan was laid to rest--
A woman, a wife, a mother, a teacher,
A grandma, a friend to all who reached her
A woman for the ages
The very best of the best!
R.I.P. now, dear Shirley
~ With love from all you've blessed.
Shirley Nathan passed from this world to the next
on the first night of Channukah, 2018 (5778)
surrounded by her adoring family, at age 86,
not a wrinkle lined her joyous face!
The Wall
When you realized
my walls couldn't be knocked down
you built a roof on them
and called it home
She was strong
Strong as steel
She was so strong
But she could still feel love.
She was strong
And having down to earth personality.
But just as strong
Around her heart, were walls
The walls were strong
So, so strong.
To keep out boys who might show her negative attitude.
But along came a boy
Who told her things that she never knew.
And to her surprise, this boy stayed true.
And after a while, she saw he was still there
And yes she was strong
But it takes strength to care.
So she opened her door
And let him inside
He rebuilt her walls
So she didn't have to hide
He rebuilt the walls
And put windows in
So that the warm, warm sunshine could come flooding in.
So in this way a strong solid character and God Fearing girl
Found her true soulmate.
God decided their marriage on Heavens
And their marriage took place on Earth
By their own families choices , Best Wishes and true Happiness
For this perfect couple.