The God residing in the sky,
Looks at us with pity,
But then he is helpless,
Against our cruelty's tall and strong fortress.
I can see her in pain,
But her cries are all in vain,
The grief in her heart,
Has stuck herself to the pillar of grief.
The children who provided you the joy of being a parent,
Are thrown into orphanages due to lack of money,
The dog and the cat which took care of you,
Is shunned and thrown away after a certain age- by YOU!
The hen which gives you eggs and the cow-milk, also gets killed,
By none else but you,
And the food made out of them makes your stomach filled,
Yet they serve you and that is true.
The fruit providing and spring bringing flowers and trees are cut,
I wonder what gave you that gut?
Even the holy one has his eyes shut,
And after all this-one day our bodies also turn into mud.
Categories:
orphanages, absence, abuse, age, angel,
Form: Rhyme
" Oh! my dear friend , do you know
how happy I am now?
I didn't expect to be with you today,"
said betty.
"Yeah! I am content sweetheart,
I think to be with you mostly," olivia said.
Do you remember that semon?
" Pastor preached well , as he insisted
to love other people like ourselves, "
Olivia reminded her friend.
" I liked so much that theme,
truly , I hate" hate" sweety.
hate has no place in my heart,
it is my enemy" said betty.
They both smiled.
happy women with excellent thought."
"the word really touched me,
I think to support some orphans
these coming years.
I have some cash for some orphanages,
I'll give it to please God, " olivia said.
" best idea dear ," betty complimented her.
" In God we trust , let love continue
ruling our hearts friend.
Remember we are leaving this earth soon
and we will carry nothing."
Categories:
orphanages, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
Keola - Albert Einstein
I live a happy LIFE
It IS LIKE a fairy's sparkle
Like a vast wildlife
Like Kids RIDING up the Parkhill
Like A BICYCLE decorated with flowers
Like dreams filled with unicorns
Like peacocks dancing TO the showers
Like orphanages that happily KEEP the newborn
I don't know about YOUR but
My life has a BALANCE
YOU MUST not complain
But KEEP MOVING on
27 JAN 2022
Categories:
orphanages, life,
Form: Rhyme
Exuding cheerfulness
along their contagious smile
they never fail to glow…
indeed sharing the blessings of the Lord
while fulfilling charity pursuits.
Passionately devoted to social work endeavours
willingly they teach in orphanages
take care of special children, singing to them in sign language
reach out to the homes for the aged with relief goods
advocate justice for abused women seeking counsel...
striving to bring to the hopeless, helpless, and hapless:
gift of God, sealed by divine love of joy and peace.
As their partner
in the field of volunteerism
I pray that the Almighty would abundantly
grant the desires of their hearts...
midst genuine faith in Christ
that strengthens despite trials
so they would continue serving* in their blessed stature.
*Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.
May 25, 2020
Edited on June 30, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand July 2" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/2/2021.
Categories:
orphanages, appreciation, christian, devotion, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
AMERICAN ICONS
One is known for her hemlines
Just so right
The other for hemlines
Accompanied by no tights
Young ladies with poise
Will always make the right noise
But girls from orphanages
Will marry young, dreaming
Of what their life might become
Life’s rich tapestry was woven
Into a pink chanel suit
Camelot’s princess was american grace
While some like it hot
Di Maggio did not
Another heartache for sugar cane
Vanity Fair with it’s gossip and flair
Adored both ladies to death
Socialite gatherings had reached a peak
Stories abounding of a blonde
In the President’s sheets
Jackie ever stoic
Turned the other cheek
As time goes by
Loyalty and lies are of no surprise
For each leading lady a private sigh
Mr. Miller privately laughed at the new bride
By his side
Whilst Jackie cradled her husbands bloody head
She then knew camelot was officially dead
Just like the blonde in her la home
Who died as she was always alone
Copywright
Categories:
orphanages, beauty, bereavement, cry, obituary,
Form: Romanticism
We need orphanages
With glass walls,
So adults can
Keep an
Eye,
A mind, and
An ear on each other.
We need orphanages
So children can
Be taken care of,
Get three meals a day,
Feel appreciated, or
At least
Respected.
We need orphanages,
Where adults can help
Children relax, and
Be children, not
Having to be
The adult any more.
We need orphanages
Where children do
Not have to make
Up lies for parents,
Take care of parents,
Or hide from parents.
We need orphanages.
Categories:
orphanages, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
We need orphanages.
So abandoned children can be cared for,
receive three hot meals a day, be helped
with their homework.
We need orphanages to be
Quiet places where children can think.
Away from loud angry music
And loud angry adults who abandon them
in spirit, and attitude way before they
are physically abandoned,
We need orphanages
Where adults can help children
Learn how to be children.
We need orphanages
Where children don't have to take care of their parents.
Where children don't have to fix their own supper.
Where children don't have to worry about being evicted,
where children don't squat in unheated abandoned buildings.
We need orphanages
Where children aren't threatened if they tell the truth.
We need orphanages for the abandoned children, so
they can safely grow up.
We need orphanages.
Written June 13, 2018 Abandon Contest Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Categories:
orphanages, abuse, addiction, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
Silence the music of the mumbling city
Calm your ears and mind to the little tears of Mother Nature
Brother our father figure needs changing
Sister the mother land is calling
Our neighbors are pin pointing their contribution in our successes whilst
They are whispering out our failings
Are your cries changing your mind-set
Or are they imitating the unheard stories of our streets?
Come to the dance floor and motivate your speech
Because they say
“Action speak louder than words”
Does your speech promise to whip a tear
Does it give us happiness, faith and never turns to fair?
Our smiles are masks of pain, tears, hurt and everything a woman feels with a broken heart
We are hating each other because of ancestral grudges
Why don’t we leave the past behind just like the apartheid
Let’s hold hands and let our Orphanages hear our cries
But we call it the Geh though
Society a Bloody tear has just been seen
Whip our Tears
Categories:
orphanages, community, grief, hate, humanity,
Form: I do not know?
One day, one of our daily papers carried a story about a teenage girl who
dumped a baby;after carrying the baby for nine months in her womb.
And nowadays,it is common for teenagers to throw their babies in pit latrines,
drainage,and rubbish sites;
Why acting in such a manner when barren women are cying for babies and
orphanages are around us?
Categories:
orphanages, education, grief,
Form: Narrative
Flourishing business of
‘’OLD AGE HOMES’’
‘’ORPHANAGES’’
‘’ABORTIONS’’
Unique standards
For the modern youth.
Categories:
orphanages, life,
Form: Light Verse
Which kids long to hear a sweet lullabye...
when they are cuddled up in their beds,
when the vagrant moon won't shine on them to make them sigh?
Would you say they are those being loved by caring parents?
Not at all...orphans with many needs do!
They have dreamed of that mellow sound
as long as they can remember, and 'though they were fearful infants,
those memories were recalled vividly by their mind;
and they are very sad and unforgettable, too...
ask them about their disappointment, you'll surely witness their tears!
Orphanages aren't great places for children to dwell in,
and frustration and anger echo within those walls of silent pain,
where the outside world cannot hear them and alleviate them...
but curious faces peek through window screens and dream!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, so that they can sleep
under a vigilant moon and begin weaving their dream;
let's give them a memorable night as the nightingales revere their smiles
as they mimic that melody to make their young hearts rhapsodize!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, not just for one night, but for many...
and would they want to turn back time and be solicitous and solitary?
Categories:
orphanages, childhood, depression, family, children,
Form: Rhyme
The welfare advocates
pick on human frailty,
comparing
sending children to orphanages
to sheltering kittens.
They wonder about our
inherent bad-ness,
go fault finding and
interpret themselves above the pale,
flesh-eating disease that attacks
their selfsame skin, and
cannot feel it burning away to hate.
Your affection spreads infection:
Love kills.
I think I may have cancer.
Well, ain’t life just a *****!
Categories:
orphanages,
Form: Free verse
Roaring anger through great seven seas
erupted as spiteful giant water columns
Swept off fragile nations to oceans
You ! the most cruel catastrophe of all
Turned suburbs along seaboards to graves
Naked bodies decayed among their own rubbles
Once paradises changed to unlivable grounds
You! fateful miracle engulfed loving kith and kin
Scattered carcasses gave out foul reeks
Rescuers buried them in mass graves
Crows and foxes devoured untimely preys
You! mindless wonder created such horrible scenes
Orphanages filled by infants,kids and elders
None could erase their unforgettable memories
Blockaded their glowing future for ages
You! mighty disaster made them stand still
Wonderful tales about mermaids and leviathans
skills and talents on gears and crafts
carried to sea among laments of fishing folks
You! heartless monster made mother Earth sadden
By Swarnapali Liyanage
Categories:
orphanages, natural disasters
Form: Ode