friends
work mates
neighbors too
people in pews
also the churchless
they always uplift me
my support group is rocking it
I have been lucky all my life
my forever friends always show up
She was called Jules, nickname for Julie
She had flaming red hair and eyes
of emerald green
Every time she walked into a room,
just her presence caused quite
an electric scene,
She made her living writing songs
& acting on the silver screen
Meanwhile the guy she Loved was
a simple blue collar man,
Gave her everything he could
Just wanted her to have all the good,
Said, "I'll support you anyway I can"
The world would never know his name,
He never sought fortune or fame,
But at day's end, they were each other's
Biggest fans
By: J.N.R Dutton
She is picture perfect in broken glass,
Wearing the look of a heartbroken lass,
Lilacs bloom, but she's not aware, alas!
~
Lavender life goes on, leaves her behind,
For it knows of her hopeless state of mind,
She's in a flux, a depressed black hole bind;
~
Who can rescue her from this forlorn mood?
For she seems saddened and by sorrow blued,
Shards pierced her heart, she cries in solitude;
~
Let her free her mind and bawl in silence,
Bipolar woes have given her license !!
Help her stand against strife in defiance !!
~
Be there for her when she goes through such times,
Pick up the shattered mirror shards sometimes,
Aid her as she builds from them tinkling chimes !!
©Joanna Daniel (26.08.26)
Be the wind in someone’s sail,
Be the calm in someone’s gale,
Be the spark today,
In someone’s dark day.
Be the joy that’s found,
Turning another’s day around.
Be the hope in someone’s gloom -
The sunshine -helping flowers bloom.
Be the light in someone’s night,
And their breastplate in a fight,
And your kindness, always share
In what you do and how you care.
Be the reason to make them smile,
Even if it is for a little while.
In a world that is so tough,
With a whole lot of toxic stuff -
Be the balm - soothing the strife
In someone’s stress filled life!
14.12.2000
Copyright ©2000 by Crystal David John
I was driving a station wagon, Dad on my right
Mom, young kids, and dog in back seat
Construction ahead, a warning light
In my mind I keep the scene on repeat
I saw the truck in my rearview mirror
It was going fast, I was going slow
I couldn't accelerate as it got nearer
It climbed on our wagon, in Idaho.
It forced the rear of the car into asphalt
The rear doors sealed, but the dog did a vault
Mom lifted the kids over, seared her skin
Moved sideways and a flame shot up where she'd been.
We all made it out, and Mormons took us in
Kids made Mormon friends, and we regrouped
Took an airplane the rest of the way to the coast
Not a story of which I can boast.
Dad's summer teaching had to cover the cost
But we won something, not just lost
We found strength and friendship where we didn't expect
From people whose kindness I'll never forget.
Now every flashing warning light
Takes me back to that July.
A rearview mirror, one long breath,
The line between life and death.
Besides the Mormons, I also thank fate
Death has to come, but death had to wait.
Written 27th June 2026 for Miranda Hawley contest " Thousand Watt Smile "
Evie you blessed my life everyday I worked
It was a joy and honour to be your support worker
You didn't have sight to see
Non- verbal too but wow, that smile
You lite up every room, love oozed from smiles
Boy ~ did you love chocolate, your delight
Still hear you giggle when I showered you
You'd slap your belly, chocolate, apple pie !
Music every genre, your smiles increased
You'd dance in your chair to the beat
How I loved describing clouds, stars, nature
I knew even though never seen, you understood me.
chocolate, apple pie only 2 words she spoke
The robin sings beyond the gate,
The lilacs breathe the air of spring,
And morning, with her hands of light,
Awakens every living thing.
The child unborn, the aging man,
The weary soul who walks alone,
Each bears a spark against the dark,
A fragile flame that is his own.
If life is sacred at its dawn,
When hidden from the human eye,
What changes in the turning years
That makes another fit to die?
The stars do not divide their light,
The rain does not choose where to fall;
The earth beneath our passing feet
Receives and shelters one and all.
I ask no answer from the wind
That wanders through the silver trees,
Only a question soft and still
That trembles on the evening breeze:
If life is holy from the first,
A gift no hand should cast away,
Can it be less a gift at dusk
Than when it greeted us at day?
Are you scared?
Don't be afraid.
There is nothing here to scare you.
I will be there with you.
I will become a shield to protect you,
even if I am scared,
even if I sense an unseen presence in the darkness.
When I am with you,
you become my power.
You become my strength.
Just being with you is enough for me.
It gives me the courage to stand my ground.
With my eyes open,
I will watch over you.
If you are scared,
I will embrace you with both arms open.
Don't be afraid.
Forever seeking peace
Relying on the touch
Important but not in reach
Energising in some way
Notice the glow
Dependable to the end
Silence not the friend
You can hurt me a hundred times, then a hundred more.
It's no matter to me because I won't keep score.
Beat away at me, break me down to the core.
There you will find some love, take it and roar!
Use it for strength, to help yourself soar.
To replenish and refill, that's what it's for.
It's okay, I have love to give and love in store.
Go ahead and use it to fix that beautiful heart they tore.
Am I that deserving of your sharp tongue
At the end of every spring that sprung
Everyday troubles that effect you
End up turning everyone red then blue
The cruel words that leave your mouth
Makes everyone’s mood turn south
The constant struggle that you face
Becomes everyone’s fight to embrace
The games playing inside your head
Are only the games can be misread
When your moods sinks lower
I will be with you alongside bipolar
Me and that will work together
We will try and ground you with a tether
Always there to listen and pray
To help you through another day
Standing side by side
With hope and pride
Until this episode is over
And your mind has closure
I found you first,
and I want to be the first.
I drown to pursue,
but afraid to let you go at the end.
You are undeniably strong,
the strongest I ever have.
You were, you are, and you always will be
with everyone — no matter what they've done yet,
Indeed, you hold a pain from long before,
that makes you feels
Standing alone in the storm.
Why you hide from yourself?
My dear, you weren’t —
or you never have been alone.
You have the power
to empower yourself.
You are the sun,
enlightening even the ocean's depth.
Why you holding on
to things from the past?
You weren’t alone,
you never have.
Encourage yourself,
oh my dear, hold on to that.
It’s hard to do —
I’m aware of that.
However…
I’ll be standing with you,
the way you always have.
I know the guilt
you deal inside at.
I found you first,
and I’m responsible for that.
I’ll keep looking on you,
and onto you —
hope you know that.
Oh my dear,
you weren’t,
or you never have been alone
to deal by yourself.
Of course i support.' Xyz, or maybe i'm just vain? To think i am any use.' A lone
Voice.. That refrains.' Real supporters
Are paid for.' It happend on twitter.' Who
Am they kidding.? There is only ( One heavy
Hitter ) He is sitting beside me.' And all
Other folks ( if he's not in your reckoning)
Your efforts are bad jokes.' He is is the
Cause of creation, the supporter of all.'
And old satan.? Well he knows..How far
One can fall.' So i reckon wake up from the
Fake up.' And realise and grow..Blind faith
Is the best radar.' This world will ever know.'
Viscous flow in thin veins
Vitals are dancing like the willow tree
Up and down she goes
Fill your head with empowering and positive words.
They will be the bricks to walls that support you
and act as the beacon of light in your moments of darkness.
AP: 1st place 2026
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