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Details | Diminished Hexaverse | Community Young, middle-aged, old... What does it matter? Member of the club. Plan improvement for our community. Volunteer time. Make a new friend. Meetings scheduled. Decisions made. Get onboard raising funds. Reaching goals. Job done. Thank you. Helped.

Details | Rhyme | Thank You All For those who are a relation, for those who volunteer in participation, with giving your love and dedication. For all, I have a great appreciation. For blessed am I to have, for all, who taken part, in my very life, varying at moments, from the start. Showing me how beautiful you all are, like a work of art. I thank you all, for the loving shown, from your very heart.

Details | Dramatic Verse | Memorial Day Whether volunteer or drafted We thank you for your protection We thank you for persevering our freedom quest For preserving freedoms of others Prevailing righteousness I thank you for your service, I remember We thank you for your service, we remember You did not die in vain You rest now in Jesus name Remember the Brave Protectors of Freedoms Liberties at Home and Abroad 5/27/19

Details | Couplet | A Meals On Wheels Volunteer A Meals on Wheels Volunteer We give our time and use our wheels When we deliver hot and cold meals Bringing our elderly and disabled a meal to eat We go to homes on many a street We do this to show we care It’s a good feeling to volunteer In the winter months we never know Sorry when we miss because of snow This can be our way of thanking you The elderly, the disabled and shut-ins to For what we do we receive no pay Just a thank you would be okay

Details | Rhyme | Crikey Crikey The fires are burning out of control All hands on the pumps Let’s Rock and Roll Crikey was the Fireman’s name And putting out fires was his game He was here, there and everywhere Crikey was a cobber, a friend and Most of all, a Volunteer From Sun-up to Sunset, he was never late And always greeted you with a smile And a “Gidday Mate” Crikey would like to thank you all for your support Special thanks to Nick Kyrgios and his sport New Zealand sends our thoughts and prayers To Crikey and all the other Volunteers

Details | Sonnet | Thanks Dad Think of us oft, when you travel afar, On orders protecting, lives we enjoy; You and your pals, family superstars, We miss you every time, you must deploy. And while you’re away, the kids will move on, School, sports, church—and nightly prayers for their Dad; Strong daily living; a life marathon, Until your return, our love ironclad. Many folks benefit from your good will, They honor volunteer service no doubt; And when you return, back to the sawmill, Our own return to normal, comes about. Thank you. We love you. You are our hero. Our resistance to your service—zero! August 17, 2018

Details | Rhyme | Why I Volunteer At Meals On Wheels Why I Volunteer at Meals on Wheels Why I volunteer at Meals on Wheels, I do it to help people receive meals. I had to get a photo id This is for the people’s safety At first I thought of it as just something to do After that first day I realized that wasn’t true I deliver a meal to the elderly and I do it with care Some of the elderly may be in a wheelchair The hot food is carried in a hot insulated bag The cold food is carried in a cold insulated bag It’s a good feeling to volunteer The people appreciate that we care I knock at the door and yell hello I also check on them before I go A stranger had said to me, thank you She was thanking me for what I do It’s a good feeling to volunteer This is something we Americans do to show we care

Details | Blank verse | Thank You For Your Service I felt that I should volunteer for two short years to do my part, and so I asked the local draft board, “Make me next, I want to serve.” The letter came from Uncle Sam. It told me to do and when. They gave me a green uniform, as orders flew from all directions. The food was good, the hours long, as training turned us into men. Our hair was short, our pay was low, just sixty-three dollars a month. I went to war my second year and lived behind a wire fence. A prison term is what it seemed. It felt like incarceration. When it was over, I came home with ribbons on my uniform. “Distinguished Service” was awarded, by the officer in charge. Fifty years have come and gone, but still I hear that special phrase, from some who say to veterans, “Thank you for your service.”

Details | Rhyme | One Big Lonely A People Helping People person is what I used to be, but I'm a People Helping Animals person presently. I'm not a people person anymore like the way I used to be. People disappoint, people deceive, but my animal companions do not warrant such worries. They are devoted to me unconditionally, as I am always to they respectfully. Whether they reside in my home permanent or temporarily or whether they are at a shelter where I'll volunteer freely, or whether they be strays or wild life living independently, I display towards they what they display towards me. I respect them, I protect them and I love them unconditionally. I thank God for their existence quite regularly, because without my animal companions my life would most certainly be total isolation without any true meaningful company. A life that could be defined as One Big Lonely.

Details | Free verse | Good Customer Service As a volunteer in a coffee shop as a waitress, I provide customer service all the time. Sometimes I make mistakes, Other times I provide good customer service. One day a customer came in for lunch, She ordered a toastie and chose the middle line of fillings. She didn’t realise the three lines of filling options were different things, I pointed out the first filling on that line goes with the last filling on the first line. She reread the menu and chose cheese & pickle, The toastie was cooked and delivered quickly. When she paid her bill, she said to me, ‘Thank you for your help’. She told the manager about how helpful I was, When she got confused about the fillings. The manager was pleased to hear about this, She said how pleased she was. This is something to remember. 16/09/21 A Lovely Memory Poetry Contest Sponsored by Regina McIntosh

Details | Free verse | Greek Festival Greek Festival I've waited an entire year for this! More exciting than Christmas, for me... If only I had a wish list. The foods magnificent, the love expressed tastefully, yet simply extravagant. The aroma of Frappes and gyros set me reeling. Stuffed grape leaves and the best pastitsio on earth. Cooked by volunteer cooks~ sweating with love and mirth. Another time of communal OPA, with great feeling. The dancing, oh! The Sirtaki and the wonderful, Hasapiko.which are danced with beauty and total grace! There's no better time than this. It leaves a beaming smile on my face.  Greek bread drives me to total gastronomic oblivion. Pastries, lift me to heaven, off I go! Ah, Greek Festival, one more special event with Hellenic, great feeling! "Philitomo", well you have to look that one up-:)) As it has multiple meanings. Thank you. Panagiota Romios August 2, 2019 6pm  PST

Details | Free verse | Hero's Hero's It's wonderful all the people that are willing to come together, No matter how big or small the disaster, Man made or mother nature, They're always a lending hand to rebuild lives, We all need to keep our hero's of the world in mind, They never had to be this kind, They're present in your life for your relief, Thank you search and rescue teams, Thank you anyone who is just a volunteer willing to help, I can't imagine How all those families felt,All the people lost there homes, Loved ones lost too, I feel for these people in knowing what they've been through, All in shock , Not knowing where to go, After getting stuck in the path of an EF5 tornado, Inspired by a true story in Joplin Missouri. I was born in Joplin then moved away. Once I graduated high school. I returned. I lived In Joplin for 6 years after returning. Then moved out of state. The day I was coming to visit my family in Joplin is the day that the storm came through producing this mass destruction. That day Was the 22 of may 2011.. By: Scotty Skaggs

Details | Rhyme | Hero's It's wonderful all the people that are willing to come together, No matter how big or small the disaster, Man made or mother nature, They're always a lending hand to rebuild lives, We all need to keep our hero's of the world in mind, They never had to be this kind, They're present in your life for your relief, Thank you search and rescue teams, Thank you anyone who is just a volunteer willing to help, I can't imagine How all those families felt,All the people lost there homes, Loved ones lost too, I feel for these people in knowing what they've been through, All in shock , Not knowing where to go, After getting stuck in the path of an EF5 tornado, Inspired by a true story in Joplin Missouri. I was born in Joplin then moved away. Once I graduated high school. I returned. I lived In Joplin for 6 years after returning. Then moved out of state. The day I was coming to visit my family in Joplin is the day that the storm came through producing this mass destruction. That day Was the 22 of may 2011.. By: ScottS2011

Details | I do not know? | One Volunteer, Katrina Afterwards I take time for coffee and croissants, Pack the car and drive to Houston town. Make delivery of food and clothes, Bandages and diapers; meeting wants. Inbound on US Highway 59 Long lines move slow, who can they all be? Visitors who peek at disaster? No, they're just like me. Here to combine United community effort. Everyone shares disaster's burdens With trained professionals who care; do What they can to ease and abort, Victims angry fears by giving them Tender care, love, and compassion's grace. Today, their new life begins. It is Found within this chaos and mayhem. The weary need rest and blankets too. Offer an ear, a shoulder, or hand. Be a friend whose empathy shares a Teary smile and a speechless thank you. Tonight I'm weary, this day's been long, Inside my sad heart there's light and joy; Today's pilgrims share the courage, of America's sense of right -- that's strong. My eyes close with a prayer on my lips, Thankful that I am able to be, One Volunteer making a difference Helping some cope as they come to grips.

Details | Light Verse | Park Run Getting Into Shape Park run getting into shape Thank you for the Park run, They really are so much fun. At Tring you go up a rise, Then through a gate, A little rooty and muddy surprise, Before the welcome flat that’s great. Then along the Ridge path covered in leaves, Unlike the climb you can run with ease. As you move along the Ridge, there’s lovely good news, Through the multi coloured autumn leaves, you get fabulous views. Soon, at the end you go downhill. Arms out, almost flying, gives you a thrill. Down, down, hear the Marshall cheer, Except on Park run they are called volunteer. Out onto the grassland, with a pant and maybe wheeze, It’s refreshing hearing the wind whistle through the trees. Down, then up carefully round the slippy hairpin bend. The steadying Marshall, encouraging like a friend. It’s open, other runners are friendly, as you go up and down, When you’ve climbed up twice, round the bend and you’re homeward bound. At bit more flat, then up the hill. The finishing line is closer still. Have you got a sprint left to the end? Across the line you get chip time my friend. It’s so well organised, there is no queue, Come next Saturday morning you’ll know what to do. It may be rain, obviously better in the sun. But get out there, keeping fit, Enjoy the Park run. Pip

Details | Rubaiyat | God-Blest Summer Summer is a God-blessed season of delight Offering avenues toward life-building’s height For body, heart, soul* and faith’s wellness-uplifting Midst spiritual retreats during revival plight! Summer provides time for nature-trip exposure Of rejuvenating treks devoid of pressure While climbing upward, reaching hill’s peak with triumph Thanking the Lord that His creation gives leisure! Great vacation-adventures reign in Summer days With opportunities of joyous bonding ways For families, fellowships and friendships’ reunions Bringing loved ones together in gratefulness’ praise! Let’s maximize gracious Summer privileges Spending them well along wondrous advantages With invigorating basking-in-the-sun bliss And exhilaration-filled swimming laps’ plunges! We indeed thank the Lord for His Summer blessings Of physical fitness with sweet sleep’s amusings Around strengthening social ties within love-cord Upon volunteer-work of service appraisings! Great experiences of Summer magnificence Are grand memories with splendid iridescence Imparting lessons for victorious endeavors As led by God toward next season’s influence! *1Thessalonians 5:23 And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. September 3, 2018

Details | Free verse | PUBLIC MAIL As I was reading Nyasatimes Gazette on line On January 10th , 2024 I saw the name of Yao Kingdom Foundation Portrayed badly As written," differences have emerged in the once United Yao tribe, under Chiwanja Cha Yao , As a rebel group has registered a new tribal organization Yao Kingdom Foundation." Oh! I became so excited for their courage to market us for free. I did not mind the blackmail I clapped my hands because it was a public excellent mail To all the nations. I say thank you to Nyasatimes publishing news. How if you meet us and collect a peaceful mail? Is it wrong to volunteer to help marginalized people? I am so happy because there is no a Minister of Injustice in the Country. We are not a religious trustee Either tribal. None of our objectives concerns a promotion of a certain religion. Remember that we have members from different religions and tribes. We invited some journalists of Nyasatimes at some venues and they could witness the presence of some Chewa and Yao chiefs. as I am one of the top members of Yao Kingdom foundation I am not a Muslim Either a Muyao And I work so comfortable with others. This is meaning , we are not : - Religious, - Political, - Tribal, Either - Rebel As some jealous leaders tried to label Us. Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris

Details | I do not know? | Everyday Heroes Everyday Heroes Let’s talk about everyday Heroes Ordinary people like you and I People who do not always win But are always willing to try. People who go on everyday Making a positive contribution to all Doing their jobs as best they can Standing proud, straight and tall Firemen are unsung heroes Braving the wicked smoke and flame To save your lives and property Their bravery always the same. The policemen protect our vital laws And puts criminals in jails To save us all from constant danger Their courage seldom fails. Teachers educate our children all To improve our future world To read and write, subtract and add The history of our nation we are always told. The preachers of our local churches, Masques, Synagogues ad Temples Are always ready to listen and help And teach us by example. The doctors, nurses and volunteers Keep our hospitals working hard Saving lives and giving aide Help is never very far. Construction workers, engineers, scientists et al Consultants, coaches, pilots and their crews Soldiers, sailors and drivers in their trucks All contribute to our nation by freely expressing their views. Those who volunteer their time To make this world a better place Helping those in times of need Regardless of creed or race. They are our unsung heroes Who always help us to find our way Who deserve some recognition Each and everyday So raise your voices so you are heard And praise your friends old and new And thank your Lord high above For unsung heroes like you!

Details | Ballad | Hard Hat Heroes There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust, and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust. Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone. When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand, they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land. Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade; they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide. Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone. Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps, to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps? Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best. Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone. So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class; and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart, "You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart." Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.

Details | Rhyme | Medals Around My Neck This is a story that goes back some twenty years To when with the Special Olympics I did volunteer I worked with the older Olympians who were kind of rough Caring for them by other volunteers was a job just too tough. They were sixteen through eighteen and didn’t know their own strength To keep them under control took me to mental and physical lengths There were eight young men in my group this Olympic day I was the only volunteer willing to work with them when the games got under way. Keeping them together and where they were supposed to go Required lots of cunning and running by this guy they called Coach Joe. They worked me ragged and kept me at my wit’s end But within the first hour we were all best of friends. They liked to hug me and squeeze me and wrestle me to the ground Always slugging me and hitting me every time I turned around They were strong as an ox and didn’t know how easily they could hurt I got bumps and bruises, one busted lip and was all covered in dirt. As the medal ceremony began indicating the games were coming to an end I was exhausted and spent and ready for my body to go home and mend My Olympians got medals that made them all so happy and proud They loved hearing the spectators cheering so wondrous and loud. As I watched from the bench they gathered in a huddle What were they up to now? I was a little befuddled Then one by one they took their medals off and walked my way, Placing them over my head; “Thank You, Coach Joe”, is what they would say. Their parents and guardians had tears in their eyes I’ve never been more touched by a simple surprise Then we all held hands and the Olympic Song we did sing For me, in my life, this was the sweetest of things.

Details | Ballad | Perspective I found myself in darkened days The forecast then was looking bleak No matter how I tried it seemed that I was on a losing streak Well, losing may not be the word but life had simply gotten dull No light could ever penetrate the gray clouds whirling in my skull On one especially gloomy night it was my turn to volunteer serving meals inside a shelter twice a month throughout the year Then afterwards, while cleaning up and nearly ready to go home behind me spoke a tiny voice the inspiration for this poem This young black child standing there of six years old, maybe seven said to me "Thank you for coming" which was spoken straight from heaven He gave me such a loving smile and then returned from whence he came Choked up, I said "You're very welcome" never asking for his name While thinking of this little boy as I drove home I shed some tears as much for him as for myself and all my empty wasted years This precious one without a home with no possessions to his name had managed such a cheerfulness which brought to me a sense of shame This child opened up my eyes and gave to me a needed dose of cold perspective in the face so now I hold my blessings close All of which were right around me all along, but I was blind The things I thought that I had lost that little boy had helped me find Was that child heaven sent? Perhaps an angel in disguise? Whichever way I think of him it brings a teardrop to my eyes I pray for him from time to time and never shall forget him, no And when I'm very old and gray my mind will find him smiling so If I could speak to him once more there's just one thing I'd like to say "Thank YOU for coming, little friend, you saved my life one darkened day" Mike Wise 11-9-19

Details | Free verse | My Dream With Faith's Anchor I believe that with faith in God, nothing is impossible.* This anchors my dream certainly devoid of disillusion... Full of hope, I pray for a miracle as the Lord favors according to His plan or if He in His sovereign wisdom approves, in His time. In my dream... this scenario is vividly captured: Waking me from my sweet slumber is my dear son with his eloquent “Good morning, mommy” greetings… Pulling me from bed, he props my hands for fervent prayer-gesture and then he communes with God, talking to Him sincerely seemingly oblivious of my presence. Then he reaches the Bible and reads expressively the third chapter of Proverbs, stressing verses 5 and 6, “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” To my delight, he fixes himself up, not anymore seeking my aid for his hygienic endeavors, and in eating his meals. He enjoys school activities and church fellowships as he testifies gladly about his accomplishments concluding with “God is good to me.” Indeed, God is gracious for the wondrous might He has wrought in our special child who is diagnosed with global developmental delay. Stricken with cerebral palsy, he cannot walk; though he is now nine years old. He struggles everyday to communicate with others. Now, fully awakened to reality’s truth, I thank God for enabling me to trust Him fully. As a volunteer social worker in our church orphanage I cherish God’s fortification of my faith while rearing and raising up, nourishing and nurturing our special child... with love from the Lord. *Mark 10:27 "And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible." Revised on February 18, 2019 2nd place, "I Dreamed a Dream" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/20/2019.

Details | Rhyme | Care Giving Delight Called for blessed volunteer service flight My soul responded with mixed feelings’ height Yet prevailing was God’s compassion-might Thus, I plunged into care giving delight. Acknowledging ambivalent heart I faced orphanage tasks midst challenge-dart Strengthened by Christ* to fulfill my best part With divine approval right from the start. With years of care giving to the fullest Expertise is earned through love so earnest Learning to practice sincere kindness-zest Toward triumphant great life-building crest. Now, I enjoy surrogate mother role Basking in successful child-bathing goal Midst gracious patience from south-to-north-pole For special son to feel nice, freshly whole. I feed him, meeting his appetite need Letting his tongue savor nutritious breed That includes veggie, cereal, fruit and seed With meat or fish, palatable indeed. Then to fruitful learning I usher him Midst sign language along funny sound-whim… When he hears my voice, devoid of strict grim He shows thumbs-up with smiles of gladness’ brim. Daily, I help him drive himself with glee Letting him propel wheel chair of fun-spree Allowing his laughter to reign freely Against boredom from where he wants to flee. In therapy sessions, he has my cheer Clapping for him so he won't shed a tear In his difficulty, he finds me near As sweet Mom, holding precious one so dear. Striving to brace up his functional zeal I enable him to soar with faith’s seal As my spirit hopes for progress that's real Always, we both seek God through prayer deal. Such is scenario of care giving act I’m exposed to with eternal impact Hence, I thank the Lord for blessings, full-packed Brought by expertise yon profession*’s fact. *Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. **I’m a Registered Social Worker who is a full-time church orphanage volunteer house parent. April 3, 2023 Contest Name: Expertise in Verse Sponsor: Jaymee Thomas

Details | Rhyme | I Cannot Forget Trayvon Martin Slain Teen I cannot forget Trayvon Martin - slain teen no matter manifold more young people unthinkingly killed, who spirits aspire to ascend higher than a steeple. revisited and slightly revised today March 14th, 2021. One deliberate shameful death, whose demise linkedin violent cessation of breath thank heavy gun wielding hand innocuous thug disguised as armed neighborhood watch firearm brandished as weapon of choice. Once again rifling thru outdated drafts, I unwittingly repost grievous bulletin that made headlines nine plus years ago, an innocent lad received fatal shot into said unarmed teenager's chest according to testimony courtesy Doctor Vincent Di Maio. Memory of aforementioned crime relegated to dustbin of criminal minds whereby dime a dozen killings (nowadays barely register shock) countless young persons genetically bequeathed with healthy dose of melanin gunned down during their prime. George Zimmerman (then age 28) ought to be pitched into the alligator and crocodile infested Everglade for his senseless killing (outright murder) of Trayvon Martin slammed as involved some illicit wick kid trade (a slender African American more precisely youth flush with color only 17 years young - (birthdate - February 5th, 1995 death date - February 26th, 2012), whose martyrdom grows as days/weeks fade an exemplary gregarious helpmate swimming against the tide to make the grade now slain while just a youth - the unfounded killing by a neighborhood watch volunteer, who felt afraid that this dark skinned young man appeared suspicious pulled the trigger with comeuppance to be paid though -- no retribution can restore lifeless body, still agitated waters nor offer shade from the justifiable media frenzy sparked from Geraldo Rivera made even with unanimous approval of guillotine blade for violence cannot only rejuvenate a promising future evinced by Trayvon Martin reincarnated into tree or leaf blade but only serves to beget subsequent violence now unto his grave said teenager laid!

Details | Free verse | Connecting with Your Deepest Self This year 2024 is an opportunity to reflect on the previous year past and set new goals for the next 12 months ahead. We must always look back at all the important work that has been accomplished and how we want to build on that moving forward, but we also must begin brainstorming about what will be new and different in our lives for the next 12 months. None of what we do would be possible without our trust in the Lord. He gives great resources of favor and ideas as we put our trust in Him. In 2023 as we look back at the story of our lives of missing the mark of what God gave us to overcome the trap the enemy place before us. That’s why I personally will not make any New Year Resolution, but work on the old. “You must love the LORD your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.” All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”(Matthew 22:37–40) It is about connecting to who you are already and living your life according to that which God has placed within you. Those moments, when we open ourselves consciously to what we actually feel and long for, are very powerful. And I personally believe that is what He has placed deep down inside of us from the beginning. Note: Do your own research of what the below points mean to you and you will find the solution to your questions concerning your lives. I believe that the Scriptures will answer ALL your questions: 1. Focus on your goals, values and beliefs... 2. Keep a journal to help you express your deepest thoughts and feelings… 3. Read inspiring stories or essays to unearth insights and philosophies that can enrich your life… 4. Be open to new experiences. ... 5. Look at what's good in yourself and others… 6. Develop the courage to face your fears. … 7. Define and embrace your strengths. … 8. Practice, practice, and practice mindfulness. … 9. Volunteer in help others… I call this ‘Connecting With Your Deepest Self’. Note: If I listed anything incorrect, thank you for your correction.