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Those who live in fear fear to live
Wonders and joys in a world so big
A helping hand can touch a heart
A simple hello makes a friendship start
Happy fool, happy fool
people mock you so
Happy fool, happy fool
they want you to go
Silly it is that a smile is contagious
A joyful soul can calm outrages
Those easily offended like being offended
Rules are straight but happiness is bended
Do what you love and you will love what you do
Remember the Lord and He won't forget you
Happy fool, happy fool
people mock you so
Happy fool, happy fool
they want you to go
Silly it is that a smile is contagious
A joyful soul can calm outrages
The quest for success can leave you blind
Falling two steps from the one you climb
Friends and family can cushion the fall
Perseverance guided by faith trumps all
You can right a wrong but you can't wrong a right
The darkest night yeilds to the morning bright
Failure is not your destination but a stop to rest
It is only a stepping stone on the path to success
In life be good and be true
and you will become a happy fool too
I spoke to the universe and calmly said
That I wanted a marriage. I wanted to wed
So I was sent to Johannesburg and into a monster's bed
Where God taught me a lesson of life instead
I learned how to respond instead of react
I learned how to walk away when he couldn't interact
With respect
I learned to forgive but not to forget
I learned to be silent when futility appeared
And that his violence was rooted in how he was reared
I learned how to have hope and when to give up
I learned to let go when futility had struck
I learned how to survive when his abuse took control
I learned to be resilient and how to heal my soul
I learned how to be patient and less naive
And how to view his childhood and to positively perceive
That he was broken inside. I learned to understand
I could not fix his problems nor offer a helping hand
He was a prisoner of his mind trapped in the rearing of his childhood
During marital difficulties, his coping skills were no good
He resembled a monster during the day and night
Always making sure he won every fight
Because he always focused on being right
He won every battle but lost the war
Because I could no longer inhale toxic masculinity anymore
I chose to allow my hurt to be released
I walked away to honour my peace
I wanted a marriage. I wanted to wed.
I found myself laying in a narcissist's bed.
A traumatic lesson I learned in my life
To walk away after being a good wife
What ever I did was never good enough
Unappreciative of me. His chaos was too much
He never was my home. He was just a passerby
God made it easy for me to say goodbye
By isolating me in a city where I felt down and low.
Preparing me for my next chapter by making me grow
It was all part of God's plan
For me to grow first before meeting the right man
For me to be naive first before being wise
To fall first and then rise
Experience failure before the success
Go through adversity first before being blessed.
I traveled back home to start over again
To work through my trauma and heal from my pain
Wisdom penned on parchment white,
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,
Quenches a voracious appetite,
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.
Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,
A healer extending a helping hand,
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.
Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,
Ignition stems from diversity,
The more the merrier, they sustain.
Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.
Mania plaguing masses vast,
Knowledge bound in covers tight,
Literacy curbing poverty at last,
A golden treasure in sight.
MY PRAYER
I pray to my soul to show light acting right.
I pray to proceed dauntless holding head high.
I wish to stay sturdy not to bend in dismay.
I must be dutiful, I always pray.
When forgiveness turns weakness
I will suppress my compassion but act ruthless.
I intend to lend helping hand and pay gratitude
to every bliss and gift, I pray.
‘Save me from danger is not my prayer.
I pray to contend confronting hindrance not to flee.
If competent, I pray to win with inherent strength
putting dedication and devotion:
Yet demanding recognition which I deserve.
I will bear sufferings yielding yearnings,
If I am not competent and won’t repent
My earnest prayer silently murmurs in mind
‘I must not be deceived: My love and work should get honored.’
09/20/19
'Write A Psalm' Contest by Regina Riddle.
While daily seeking for God’s wondrous grace
My heart finds peace in His secured embrace
So with others I share His love and care
He does grant for soul’s eternal welfare.
Abiding in the Lord, my faith is blest
To serve Him with joyous ministry best
Reaching-out, along willing kindness-deeds
Serving as the helping hand someone needs.
I thank the Saviour for His helping might
In my weakness, He aids me to do right
Since He’s the sure strength Who enables well…
Indeed, “He is my Help!” That I can tell.
*Psalms 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
June 13, 2023
2nd place, "Bones ache yet heart sings" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 7/2/2023.
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they only knew
How much I need…
The hamburger
Potatoes, carrots
All the corn they
Never realize
Sustains me
Despite my shame
I hurry toward the line
Where I’ll hide my desire
My hunger, my yearning
Beneath shadowed eyes
Behind a shallow smile
What will I do?
How will I survive?
Do they not see
The worry in my eyes?
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they don’t feed me
Will I turn to stealing?
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they only knew…
How desperately I need
The groceries they give me
When I’m sure I haven’t a cent
To buy even a soda or chips
What will I do?
How will I survive?
Someday, someway, I’ll give back
Recompence for their kindness
Someday, someway, I’ll give back
A portion of this sustenance
To another who is in need
Of a second chance, a way to eat
A way to weather the storm
That comes before the sun
What will I do?
How will I survive?
I finally understand
I’ll always get by because there is
A helping hand, a friend
There at the counter
Where the food bank sends
Hamburger, hotdog, potatoes
All the nourishment to help maintain
A life like mine, who has found
Tenderness in an outstretched hand
Panic at the Food Bank poetry contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
July 28, 2021
(12/13/12)
Underneath the moonless sky, the Christmas
Star caught my eye.
Every year it comes into plain sight
At the stroke of midnight.
To remind us of the birth of his son
The one and only one.
He was sent to earth to take away the sins of man
For humanity needed a helping hand.
He was born in a manger in Bethlehem
When the star first shone then.
It lit up the sky so clear and bright
And stayed that way throughout the night.
The choir of angels began to sing
As they praised the new born king.
The kings had traveled very far
Following this Christmas star.
When they arrived - there he laid
In a manger which was covered with hay.
Joseph and Mary kneeling by his side
As his eyes opened wide.
Acknowledging the three kings
And the gifts they did bring.
Since then we celebrate the birth of Christ
As gifts are given out that night.
© L . RAMS
Though this world is dark
With the egotism of man
Everywhere
Throughout the mundane greyness of every day life
There are sparks of beauty
Sparks that give us a view
through the foggy blindedness
Of man's vicious fight for life and recognition
Sparks of every colour
Personality, religion and race
Some are a close part of our lives
But most are strangers
The random chance
The right place at the right time
And the rareness of them
Makes the meeting of a spark
All the more of a priceless treasure
Some have the light of compassion
Some possess great understanding
Others true innocence
Or a gentleness that heals broken people
Some have the ability to judge honestly
And still love you anyway
There are those who use their gift of knowledge
Only for the goodness of others
Those whose calmness
Eases the mighty waves of terror
And those with genuine generosity
Who would give you their last morsel
Some with true empathy
For those who can't get up from the gutter
A random word of kindness
Given when most needed
A friendly smile
That makes you feel like you matter
A helping hand
That pulls you up when you've fallen
So many different sparks of light in a day
So many colours they give us
To chase away the shadows
The smog in our minds
Rainbows that touch us
As we move through time
Lighten the weight on our hearts
And open our eyes to the beauty around
Look for the rainbows and crystals
Colours in our misty lives
Appreciate them
And be grateful for those moments
That we got touched by one
And the world lightened for you
No matter how brief
Or how expansive
Your heart will be softer
Bringing a smile to your face
Which gives light to others
Who can't see in the dark
And you too become one
You spread the light
One of the crystals and rainbows
Brightening up our world
Written 20 February 2024
I AM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
I Am
I am a toy tied to a string
Pulled by an invisible hand
That sings to the tune of His will,
Bewares of foes and hurtful friends;
I am a toy tied to a string
Overseen by far distant eyes
That swings in line with His commands
And draws light from the distant sky;
I am a gentle speaking toy
That does utter the sound of “OM”
Every morn and at every dusk,
Whether in the shade or at home;
I am a nimble walking toy
That toils the hard arable field
And moves amidst grasses and thorns
Whether on the plains or the hill;
I `m a toy with a shining heart
Though severely shattered by storms
Extends a helping hand to toys
In awful need and held in scorn;
I am a little thinking toy
That scribbles some sparkling verses
Silently whispered in the ears
By mysterious divine forces;
I am a meditative toy,
An imprisoned storm stricken soul
Staring at the far distant sky
Yearning to reach the Supreme Whole.
Humanity is you and me, living together in harmony.
Showing kindness and respect are some virtues of Ubuntu.
Reaching out with a helping hand, not only to family and friends,
But especially to strangers and our neighbors, it shows solidarity and co-
responsibility.
Live under the code, your child is my child, so if you need help,
Please, be free and ask me.
It teaches us to co-exist no matter religion or color,
We are after all, sisters and brothers.
Forget about diversity, we should live free,
Under the same sun and not killing each other with guns.
Morality, acceptance and communality, are principles of humanity.
But it’s our responsibility to make sure we adhere, spread peace and not fear,
everywhere.
To share our world together under one umbrella.