Long Kindness Poems
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Sliding another coffin nail out of sky-blue cardboard,
lending yet another piece of myself to a stranger.
If giving a gift is giving part of yourself
you can find me in the lungs of street
performers in Rome who rise with electric light
and sing until the sun sends them to bed again.
You can find me in the deep breathing lungs
and steadfast hearts of all the friends who
take me with them as they dance into the night.
You can find me in the local economy of Woodruff
Park where the homeless trade cigarettes
for apples or shoes or rusted quarters
If you were to cut me open I wonder how many
pieces of how many people would spill out?
Momentary kindness builds the foundations
of my soul and everyday I add another brick to the wall
Significant layers given
Yet they were kept hidden
We are left to believe
The best has yet to be seen
Destroying all barriers of hate
Replacing love at the gate
Healing our cries
We are given the effort to try
The Lord will not deny
What few men have tried to hide
Displayed on the big screen
Which all have seen
False Gods
Reasons we were at odds
Sins of forgiven trust
Still he believes in us
A just and proud nation at our side
Fear not to close your eyes
He sorted through the lies
God has a plan and he revised
Believe in oneself and seek for help
For nobody will ever be displayed on a shelf
Voices to make a difference
Advance without vengeance
You will be given your entrance
No such thing as unloved
For we hold the pattern of love
See through the seams
Reach for your dreams
Take action for what is right
Make kindness be our fight
Fist of fury he will forgive
If we learn how to live
Given a fresh start
For we must lead it with heart
Raising the ceiling
When we evoke the power of healing
I have great admiration for the people who labors
Whether it’s labor in love
In deeds
In loving kindness
Or in everyday mundane things
Did you know that your deeds are not gone unnoticed?
Whether to be noticed by me, ha
Or others
Or God, yeah!
That’s the person you want to notice the most
He is up there watching you
Yes!
He is seeing everything you do
Every little risqué that you take
For that special someone
For that not seeing again stranger
Everything you do is accounted for
To the last penny
As what they say
Do you want your work to count
For eternity?
Then do my friend
And don’t be wary in your hard doing
Don’t pay any thoughts
In whether you will be benefited
You will be
Make no doubt about it
The labor that you sowed
Will water you
And grow you in His loving kindness
God is needing His laborers
Whether at the least unexpected place or in your back yard
Or on your neighbor’s porch
Share a word of kindness
Say a random thing
Or do the unexpected
You have a mind to do
What you want to do
So why not use it
To do what you want?
Hey wouldn’t you want to talk to that person
To find out about him/her?
Where is your curiosity?
You may learn something new
In the process you may learn something
About yourself
So you actually do yourself a favor
To get out of your confinement
And fly
So do okay?
You won’t regret it
Sunday 2025.05.25
This morning, I arrived at the Station,
Gave the Swan Hill V-Line train a miss,
The same train which I travelled
Exactly one year ago.
When I had a relaxing and peaceful time,
At the border of NSW and Victoria.
It turned out I should catch the missed train,
To take me to Kangaroo Flat,
One stop away from Bendigo.
What significant thing about the last trip,
Was I did it without BB,
And came home to find
The back boundary fence of my property,
Was damaged by thieves that evening.
It was also due to that mishap,
Which tied me and BB
For the next six weeks,
When we carried out the project,
"Putting lipsticks on the pig"
Which was named by BB.
The ironic and sarcastic things were,
BB loved me as a friend,
Cared about my safety and well-being.
He kindly helped repairing the damaged fence,
To protect me from further burgeraries.
On the contrary and unintentionally,
I let him entering
And breaking my heart lockers,
Which I installed them more than two decades prior.
He did it very nicely, gently and kindly.
Strangely, his lovely gestures
Triggered and brought out the best in me,
Since then, I have been working hard,
To keep the flame of music passion burning
Now, I played wherever I found there was a public piano.
Five years ago, before Covid,
There used to be twenty plus of them
"Play me I am yours" was the name.
A project promoted by City Melbourne Council.
All was stored away during Covid-19,
Mainly to tackle the issues of hygiene.
Since then, there was no more of them.
If there was any one left,
They would probably be wrecked.
Happiness Is Feeling Safe 7
Kevin Davis 2025
Happiness is cool water easing thirst,
a bowl filled deep enough to calm hunger.
It is a roof that holds against the wind,
a place of rest where warmth endures.
Happiness is quiet certainty—
that no hands will ever bring you harm,
that silence carries no sharpened words,
but only the calm of being secure.
Happiness is kindness circling near,
the comfort of being truly seen.
It is laughter rising in familiar rooms,
a heart at home in belonging.
Happiness is respect and grace,
the glow in others’ eyes at your name.
It is meeting your own gaze in the mirror,
and smiling at who smiles back.
Happiness is the whisper of becoming,
effort unfolding into bloom.
It is standing tall within your story,
and feeling safe to live it through.
With trust* in God, we’re well-inspired to sing
Offering hope, devoid of skeptic’s doubt
Cheering hearts toward wholesome amusing
Smiting vanity of selfishness-pout.
Love-filled around sweet bond of graciousness
With trust in God, we’re well-inspired to sing
Caring for each other, sharing kindness
Showing concern amidst goodness-blessing.
Around prayer fellowship unceasing
Intercession marked by charity’s light
With trust in God, we’re well-inspired to sing
Bringing to His throne our spirits’ delight.
As we meet the Saviour through faith’s posture
Worshiping Him, victoriously praising
Bliss engulfs us, away from fear’s torture
With trust in God, we’re well-inspired to sing.
*Psalm 47:6 Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises.
March 23, 2020
3rd place, "A-Muse-Sing" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/12/2020.
I met him on a glowing screen,
A voice, a name, a face unseen.
He said I was special, called me sweet,
I wanted him, couldn’t turn away.
I said no, I drew my line,
But he smiled, said it was fine.
I wanted him anyway, I let it slide,
I felt the thrill I couldn’t hide.
He said the words I longed to hear,
Made kindness sound so real, so near.
I wanted warmth, I wanted care,
But he was never really there.
A year of talking, nights that never slept,
I shared my world, secrets I had kept.
I gave my trust, held nothing back,
He took it all, left me off track.
Maybe he liked that I believed,
Every lie that he conceived.
He smiled while pulling me apart,
Then left the wreckage of my heart.
Did he really love me, or just the thrill?
I scroll through old messages, caught so still.
He’s gone, unadded, yet I still chase,
The memory of wanting, the empty trace.
Sometimes I cry, short bursts alone,
I scroll through memories I’ve always known.
I wanted him, the pull I couldn’t disown,
A mix of desire and the flaws he’s shown.
Weeks pass and I can’t stop thinking,
Every thought of him keeps my heart sinking.
I still want him, I can’t walk away,
The pull won’t fade, it stays every day.
Be more wonderful than love,
let happiness be your sacred grove:
when your spirit is tempted by sorrow...
be bolder than a fearful sparrow!
Be more wonderful than love,
receive in your embrace its grace,
and feel overjoyed by a loud praise:
be lively, not bored by a dreary chore!
Be more wonderful than love,
open the gates and let the river of kindness flow,
and with the gentleness of a dove:
touch that hand from which goodness will grow!
Be more wonderful than love,
give much more than you'll receive;
like delicate butterflies chased by the morning breeze:
ambitious dreams will follow you wherever you'll rove!
A fantastical year is wished the star
Sat on the festive tree, and in our hearts
You'll be remembered as long as we’re here
For the magic that to us would appear.
Our mother, our angel you'll always be
There is no other as lovely as thee
Your care and kindness was never undone
From the first moments our lives begun.
There's a wondrous light, that always beams bright
Gleaming in our hearts by day and by night
Not a day goes by without thoughts of you
Mother, our angel, your love sees us through.
May your time in heaven stay glorious
One day we'll be there to join the chorus
Of angels singing, songs of peace and love
Won't that be wonderful for each of us.
Us sisters wish love and peace evermore
In the room God saved for you on His shore.
Instead of isolation
consider oscillation
Proof positive
is clear to see
It all boils down
to frequency
Which of these words
hits close to home
a metronome or
garden gnome?
Their differentiation
lies in oscillation
Metronomes oscillate
tick-tick-tick
Garden gnomes isolate in
s i l e n c e
s i l e n c e
s i l e n c e
Will tick-tick-tick
define your life
or silence filled with
fear and strife?
Proof positive
is clear to see
It all boils down
to frequency
Instead of isolation
consider oscillation
Live life one tick at a time
Meter matters as does rhyme
Situational awareness
Won’t protect you if you’re careless
How much better at day’s end
to be found kind