when we acknowledge we are all one we will as a universe, have won
our souls are connected; none of us are separate
those who know this are proponents
of the “greater good”; good for everyone
good for not only our friends, but good for the world
when we are selfless, when we instill hope in others
when we look out for our neighbors, we are Good Samaritans
we do not care about a reward on earth or in heaven
our reward is feeling great
as our soul leaps in pure joy
Lone Wolf in society,
Lone, but not alone,
Solo nesting these days,
All normal for the old,
Take care, friends,
Good Samaritans, angels,
True, none walk alone,
Our Lord cares for all,
He hold our hand,
Loving heart, ever young,
Lone Wolf, works for me.....
Struggling parents skipping meals so their children
can eat,
good Samaritans pulling someone from a burning
vehicle by a highway or street.
Police, military, some fallen in a firefight saving
other's lives,
firefighters going into an inferno rescuing people
out of a high rise,
that's a hero.
A work-weary single parent rewarded with their
small children's love,
praying for a raise gazing out the window
far above.
Blood donors answering the call to step up
during a critical need,
environmentalists' earth honoring creed,
that's a hero.
Two elderly men in 2023 quietly standing
up for unborn babies in front of a Baltimore
Planned Parenthood beaten up by a hater,
with their broken bones and bruises came
back to the abortion clinic four days later.
A lone swimmer saves two drowning people,
so brave,
barely makes it back to shore, but silently
watches EMTs give care to those he saved.
People standing tall for what is right,
can sleep well under God in the night.
Heroes don't hesitate-
their adrenaline surges, then they go,
that's a hero. ~
Contested Crossroads
By Mark D. Stucky
On a battleground bloodied across millennia,
on a compact land bridge spanning continents and gods…
Canaanites, Philistines, and Hebrews, oh my!
Israelites, Judeans, and Samaritans, oh my!
Babylonians, Persians, and Romans, oh my!
Jews, Muslims, and Crusaders, oh my!
Turks, Brits, and Zionists, oh my!
Palestinians, Israelis, and others, oh my!
So many clashing claims to such a small strip of land.
So much religious, political, and ethnic strife.
So much cursing, contempt, and conflict.
So much destruction, death, and despair.
So many words of unfulfilled prayers.
So little hope for permanent peace?
(See also my poems “Hate Vacuuming” and “Bringing Heaven to Earth.”)
(Photo by Shahar Weinstein on Pexels.com.)
Today I'm learning the name
of war refugee camps,
in Congo, Rwanda, Palestine, Lebanon,
Turkey, Syria, Yemen, you name it,
and the children who play hide and seek
in charred automobiles, shivering in cold
and starvation behind the barb wires, thanking
the good Samaritans clothed in peace.
Today I'm signing Lennon's Imagine,
imagining those children swapping their places
even for a day, with your rich suburb kids
whose fathers profit from arms, to see them
recruited as child soldiers, putting their war game skills
to good use.
Today I'm laying siege to warmongers and their kins
who love peace and practice war, the true artisans of
hypocrisy.
When you are done flying
And are forced to land
Follow the Angels (cat) eye's
And park your wing's
And rest up
In the V.G.P section
With all the other angels
A samaritans work is never over
As the world is in need of
Good
Great
Giving
Gracious
Grateful
People aka such as you
They say that in the Holy Land so very far away
there really are SAMARITANS, who to the present day
at Eastertide or then abouts ..but wait! Who comes our way?
Some long-haired Wanderer, I've guessed,
but let US listen for a JESt to what HE has to say!
"My names are one and many,to some I was JIM CROW.
'GOOD AFRICAN" is what you'll write if you should choose to know."
"My name was Sean O'Hara, your NEIGHBOR from the FALLs.
GOOD MAN, put down that rifle before the thing reCOILS."
"My name is Isaac Mandelbaum, your face I mark it true.
It is most clear that you should write quite simply ''THE GOOD JEW'."
You are an actor, I perceive, but me you'll not take in.
To change the words of Holy Writ would be a grievous sin.
I'm sure it says SAMARITAN in the bible on my shelf,
but if you do not believe me Sir, go read the text yourself.
They flocked to church and sang the Christmas carols.
Loudly and proudly, flaunting their Jesus pins, and their pretty children.
Many were annoyed with the shabbily dressed beggar who asked for spare change
As they walked up the hill to their star white church.
Some spoke of him in whispers and laughed in the vestibule.
No one invited him to join them. He was not familiar to them.
The new Samaritan gave him ten dollars for a cup of coffee and a hot meal.
Gladys Know-Everything saw this and reported it to her women. They cackled about it.
Samaritans must be naïve.
Too bad, they thought, thinking this weird man had been taken advantage of.
Jesus saw all of this and more.
He shook his head sadly.
Dropped the ten spot into the hands of a child
Who was walking up with her mother.
She squeezed his hand and smiled,
knowing Him instantly.
What do I want for Christmas? That’s easy.
I want my dog and cat to be well fed.
I want my relatives to get along well with each other
I want co-workers to whistle merry tunes in their head.
It would be fantastic if the world could agree on a cease-fire.
All moms and dads could always expect and admire
Their children’s choices and appreciate their best friend.
Love, loyalty, and truth could win out in the end.
For Christmas I wish the world could have faith and hope.
Terrific if we could eliminate the effects of dope.
Fine Christmas if Good Samaritans we could all try and be
The entire year, yes, you and yes, absolutely of course me.
What do I want for Christmas? World peace, and lots of love
Unconditional admiration for others, faith from above.
A visit from our loved ones, who have gone on ahead to home.
Some lively ideas for an interesting, lively, fun-loving poem.
Written 12-05-2019
Poetry Contest: What You Want for Christmas
Sponsor: Gregory Paul
True Story
Today was Doctor's visit
No 3
You see my Mum now struggles walking
Where as 6 month's ago she walked
more than me like she was 23
And 3 visits later seen by 3 different
Doctor's
Where are we at now ?
She resembles her actual age of 70
rather than her old sprightly 23
She still work's a 5 day week
6am till 4pm Monday to Friday
And yes she wants to carry on
but unfortunately without medical
help the game is up
But after 3 visits with 3 different Doctor's she is no better off
Confined to a walking stick and
good Samaritans who help
a temporary solution at best with
2 week's off with a Doctor's note
Leaving armed with the knowledge
nothing fixed the problem still persists
Her employment sanity and independence at stake
And after appointment and Doctor
No 3
Not a single pill hope nor resolution
to hang on 2
Might as well just have taken 2
Paracetamol as a Placebo
Must be scary at 70 year's old
when you ask but receive no help
Because what is the alternative
When there is no where left to turn next
Blinded Nation's people were shouting:
crucify him, "he said, he is the son of God".
His blood on us and our children.
Cross smeared with his blood,
condemned, through nails
joined with cluster of malefactors.
2000 years of infatuation,
without acknowledgement of guilt,
there is no pardon and no recompensation.
Some were converting individually,
Samaritans, Saracens, Zealots:
Chesterton, Pascal, Stein, Brandstaetter...
Others have been scoffing.
Punishment will rotate as the wheel,
until Covenant will be fulfilled.
They say that in the Holy Land
so very far away
there really are SAMARITANS
who to this very day
at Eastertide, or round that time,
but wait, who comes our way?
Some long-haired wandering type, I'd guess
but let us listen for a jest
to what he has to say.
"My names are one and many,
to some I was Jim Crow,
GOOD AFRICAN is what you'd write
if you should choose to know."
"My name is Sean O'Hara,
your old neighbor from the Falls,
GOOD MAN, put down that rifle
before the thing recoils."
"My name is Isaac Mandelbaum.
Your face I mark it true.
It is so clear that you should write
quite plainly THE GOOD JEW."
You are an actor, do admit,
but me you'll not take in.
To change the words of Holy Writ
would be an grievous sin.
I'm sure it says SAMARITAN
in the Bible on my shelf,
but if you do not believe me, Sir,
go read the text yourself.
I call them my angels of the freeway -
the three good Samaritans that I met.
Seeing me stranded, each stopped right away.
I call them my angels of the freeway.
Changing a tire for me, how kind were they!
Three times I’ve been rescued and I’ll not forget.
I call them my angels of the freeway -
the three good Samaritans that I met.
12/3/2017 for the Good Samaritan Contest of Craig Hawkins
Once, when I got off the bus
in the African rain,
I was greeted by hailstones
And deafening thunders!
New to the land,
and hardly prepared
for such a turn of weather,
I was shivering all over.
My teeth started chattering,
Beating a wild rhythm!
Nearly frozen, I shuddered.
Suddenly, a gate behind opened
And a friendly hand stretched out.
A son of the soil,
A total stranger, greeted me
And pulled me into his house.
He handed me a dry towel and some warm clothes.
Now I felt comfortable, though the clothes
were embarrassingly oversized,
which no one around seemed to mind, anyway!
His wife, in the meantime,
came up with a tray of hot cakes
And a pot of very hot tea.
Ah, Good Samaritans!
***
Hurricane Harvey came slowly and stilled itself
Unhurried, she rested awhile and packed tons of rain
Rain was so intense and poured down 50 plus inches
Rivers, creeks, roadways, freeways, and homes flooded
Irma, the next hurricane, was lurking in the ocean as well
Canoes, boats, and good samaritans came to the rescue
Animals such as snakes and alligators were spotted nearby
Neithbors looked out for each other and helped in their disaster
Emergency workers, police, fire, and volunteers came to save the day
Sadness filled the air, but the sun shone again and filled the hearts of Texans
09062017PS Contest, Hurricanes, Julie Rodeheaver, 3P
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