Long Orphans Poems
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If I am who I say I am,
And what I claim to be,
It won't be hard to figure out,
My actions tell the story.
I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire,
And claim it isn't so.
I can't ignore the things I'm taught,
And say I'm trying to grow.
I cannot sway this way and that,
And still expect to see,
The same old trust,respect and love,
That once was given freely.
If I'm to keep that love in tact,
It must be guarded fiercely;
Else I may find that love will die,
From being nourished poorly;
For I am what I wish to be,
It's no one's fault but mine.
I cannot blame what I have done,
On some mistake in time;
So if I wish my friends to see,
The dignity I claim,
I cannot hide it deep inside,
While I play foolish games.
"ANYONE WHO SAYS HE IS A CHRISTIAN, BUT DOES NOT CONTROL HIS SHARP TONGUE IS JUST FOOLING HIMSELF AND HIS RELIGION ISN'T WORTH MUCH."
Living Bible James 1:26
"THIS IS PURE, UNDEFILED RELIGION IN THE SIGHT OF GOD, VISIT WIDOWS AND ORPHANS IN THEIR DISTRESS, AND REMAIN UNSOILED BY YOUR CONTACTS WITH THE WORLD."
Living Bible James 1:27
They all seek our votes and promise change when they are elected,
And to correct the follies of their predecessors, but just as we expected,
Once they attain that exulted office and the trappings they deem are due,
They feel they have to govern the world and not the likes of me and you!
They traipse about this troubled orb seeking fame and adulation,
Forgetting that their first responsibility is that of caring for this nation!
They're generous with our money - never mind that we need the money here,
To care for our homeless, jobless and hungry who need that help so dear!
They involve us in senseless wars, sapping our precious blood and treasure!
Alas, orphans and widows are left to wonder why - so sad by any measure.
They strive to solve the problems and get involved in other nations' affairs,
Wouldn't it be swell if they stayed at home and attended to our cares!
Some seem concerned about redefining and protecting borders of other nations.
Gee, wouldn't it be novel to protect our country's borders from illegal violations!
Some seem more concerned about protecting terrorists' constitutional rights!
Never mind that they killed many innocent folks with those horrendous flights!
Seems to me that Presidents have enough to worry about here at home,
Rather than trying to solve other nations' plights as about the world they roam!
They'd find enough to keep them busy here if they'd take the time to look.
I'd like a President who'd govern this nation in accordance with the oath he took!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Cuddly Paulette Doll with sweet smiling zest
Has found herself a gracious home that's blest
In our orphanage of compassion’s nest
Where she became my great gift, indeed best.
Paulette Doll was once lost to dirt-filled pest
Yet was recovered toward cleansing quest
Purified, sanitized to the fullest
For restoration’s glow, freshly purest.
In me as new owner, she feels safest
Since I call her, “My Darling Doll, dearest”
Now, Paulette Doll always wears pretty vest
While we both meet the Lord in prayer crest.
Paulette Doll and I rejoice* with the rest
Along orphans who hold dolls to our breast
Thanking God for fellowship bonding fest
Making us belong midst love so warmest!
*Philippians 3:1 Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord...
July 2, 2023
2nd place, "The Lost Doll" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 7/16/2023.
Orphaned Pebbles
by Odin Roark
Atop so many ebbs and tides
Have I ridden
Beneath the roil and tumble
Have I survived
Now at last
A fling of wave and wind
Rests me among found safety
A pebble blanket
High upon the shores
At the foot of your magnificence
How very long ago it seems
Your mountain spire
A shudder
A quaking shift
My security split open
The severed shards
The razor chips
Cascading into the sea
We were all lost
Flung from your fortressed castle
Destined to drift
And tumble
In watered darkness
But you…
After your fathoms-deep eruption
Did heal
Ocean did soothe
Sunlight did transform
Devastation into vegetation
Your island survived
Your knife-edged spirit
In spite of severed shoulders and face
Became a frozen echo of resilience
Your ancient imagination made beautiful its scarring
Its many cave-like eyes held firm the watch
Your beard of tangled vines continued its reach far below
Across a rotund belly of scree and sand
How peaceful this inlet shore
Where briny caresses have protected
And made available your pebbled orphans
Who returned
So…
Here we are
Waiting patiently the next adventurous child
Looking to select
Gather
Sort
And cherish one of your surviving kin
As the sun dries my polished continuance
I wonder if the journey will find new transport
To window pane
Cigar box
Perhaps an aquarium
Placed among other friends of the deep
Though…
I’m hoping to become
A pocket buddy
That’s the best
Don’t you think?
To be a warm companion
To a boy like the one hovering over me now
He’s leaning down…
..Nobody in that neighborhood
knew what happened to those three,
but they all scoffed in disgust
when Neal staggered high down the street.
He had been in and out for drugs
two times in the last three years,
so when he fell again to them
nobody was shedding any tears.
Then the trench-coat man appeared,
two bloodless holes in his hands,
there was Holy Fire in his eyes
as he looked down at the stoned man,
He glanced to the disgruntled crowd,
“Did you think I was something malign?
All need, at time, My forgiveness,
do not fear, this one is Mine.”
At that three people left a car
and walked over to where Neal lay,
Andre was ten whole months sober,
at a charity earned his pay.
Luisa wore a nun’s habit,
and raised orphans as her own.
Karzel now worked in an auto shop,
doing bills and answering phones.
They helped Neal up to his feet,
said,”We known where you can get help.
Nothing ahead will be easy,
but we all think you can get well.”
As they drove off the crowd looked back,
but no trench-coat man could they find,
half wondered if he’d ever been there,
half thought he had been the whole time.
The Ball fell into 2020-
One single drop ending New Year’s celebration
Masses of people gathered together
Was this the last time?
It was Winter – a mild one
That began to run into Spring
Without anyone knowing
The COVID-19 virus came quickly all over the world
People very ill; people dying
Limited amount of supplies
Nurses, doctors give and give
Many could give no further;
Government askew
As to what to do;
New terms became "go to" words:
Masks, "social distancing six feet apart,
Lockdowns, Quarantines"
Lives murdered, Anger with police,
Protests and Riots in cities,
Much civil unrest in our beloved U.S.A.
Black Lives Matter became the theme-
Social injustices do exist;
The virus increased taking us into Summer
Will life ever be the same?
Suddenly, January became August with the continuation-
Churches not meeting in their lovely buildings
Due to contagious aspect of the deadly virus,
The Gospel continued to be shared
"Nearer my God to Thee".
Businesses closed – trying to reopen,
Some closed forever –
Restaurants limited capacity,
Elderly isolated – increased separation
Our beautiful world changed overnight;
Will schools start? Will sports play?
Suddenly, the youth are spreading the virus
Instead of the elders as the number of cases increase.
At play are colleges, elementary and high schools
How to teach; where to teach;
Salaries versus no salary--
On and on until now they are talking about Fall,
The weather feels like “September”
And we haven’t lived out February yet;
Be kind, give love, have food delivered.
Trust God. He is the one constant
Yesterday, today and forever
Time to help one another in America,
Help the widows and orphans
Contain the virus - do your part;
Soon it will be December
and a wonderful
Family Christmas,
I pray it may be so--
Before the ball drops again.
-e. pearl anderson
He would look in your eyes. And you know it
He would call your name. And you collapse within
He ruled and reigned. We obeyed and submitted
Your excellency sir. His friends would call him
My lord and savior. servants would proclaim
He had authority to take a way life
To own your wife. And make your sons slaves
At his word the arch bishop was killed
He was invisible and too visible
Any whisper in your bed room
Would find the General in the state house
We chose him because he chose himself
Blood was common to our eyes
Like the source of Nile is
We were rebels in our own liberty
We were condemned for our rights
Killed for our choices
And tortured at the wish of one man
I still see the knives with blood
The ropes on which our courageous fathers were hanged
I still see the field marshal with his son
Inspecting the guard of honor
I still hear sounds of our late mothers
Praising the monster who burnt them later
Leaving us orphans and wanderers
In our own nation
Though we chose to forgive. Mr president
Though we are careful as we vote
Though we promised never to surrender again
Today Mr president,
Still rules in the souls of our leaders
He still roams in our continent
Looking for someone to devour
As i type this i know it will reach
Those that possess the spirit
of Mr. president
I now fear that word. Mr president
I fear the state of nation address
I fear to put OPM in full
I fear the word General
I fear the word State
I hate the word First..
My heart pumps
When i see the green uniform
I fear all this because of Mr president
I love our nation leader
I love our constitution
I love His excellency the president
But i hate
Mr President
One little girl knows that she has a forever family waiting for her in America. She has many special needs. She is wanted and prayed for.
To protect her family, I won’t name her but lift up in your prayers. Others that were joined with them in the process: one man killed 2 days into the war, A Pastor’s family with two teens have opted to stay in harms way (the husband and father due to his age had to stay and fight). Our friends had previously traveled to the Ukraine several times to adopt their beloved little girls who are all praying for the Ukraine and their new sister-to-be.
THE BRAVE, THE BEAUTIFUL AND HUMANITY
Who pays attention to the orphan?
O for the beautiful - a wide net is cast.
Our friends have in their sights
one who many would cast aside
but God sees…oh yes God sees
in compassion and compunction,
and places a child in the arms of love
with other Ukrainian sisters, adopted
by a couple set aside for such work.
Who else gets the job done?
Green Berets braving war
to carry the orphans to Poland.
Send them hither and thither
to safe places, O God of all.
I’m but a writer, but let us see —
let us drive home - humanity.
3/11/2022
Spinning Knee Man
His knees grew bigger and
steel strong until he was big.
Whenever he wanted to he could extend his knees (and it didn’t even hurt!) ten times as big.
That wasn’t a grotesque display
as it probably should be.
No one could see his flat, rounded triangular bone,
only see his pale hairy skin that covered his knee.
Shockingly no muscles damaged.
Shockingly no tendons and ligaments damaged.
He could spin his
knees and skin like a small chopper in high gear.
His role was to air deliver packages to homes. And deliver orphans to their new homes afar and near.
Doing both was highly rewarding. The community marvelled at his ability that was totally rare.
He joked that the best thing about it was
that he got to fly for free everywhere.
Who are the forgotten?
Those hidden in the shadows of others.
The poor,
The broken,
The widows,
The orphans,
Those not wanted by others,
Those that are cast aside,
Those overlooked,
Some people see the forgotten but rather not.
Some see the forgotten and just say, “they are just too lazy”.
Some see the forgotten and feel like they are not worth the effort.
Who are the forgotten?
The child standing in the corners of left behind.
The mom that has been pushed down in the muck.
The dad, just trying to fight his way out.
The girl that was beaten and abused.
The boy that was ripped apart with mean words.
The soldier fighting a war that wasn’t theirs.
The addict that was looking for an escape.
Who are the forgotten?
They are hidden in plain sight,
Right there in front of your face,
Even within arm’s reach,
Hidden in your shadow.