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there she was
pure as ice
i didn't know at first
as she came to serve
by my side
stay safe. always. <3
If I tell you

With a touch of love
Poets/Poetesses are born
Paradox
Being untouched
Greater poets/poetesses evolve

They are not the poets/poetesses
Just because
They craft rhythmic verses
They are poets because
They glorify, the pain
They admire every little details
They worship, the sublime vibes
They are poets because
They reveal, the truth
They hide, what most

Whatever they serve
It comes straight
From their heart
Raw
Tuning the souls
Giving meaning to life

Hold on
For all the good reasons
They defy gravity
Romanticizing you
All with comfort

No other way, they do it best
Genre: Observational
Theme: Enjoy the ride
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
When I am not
Striving
You can find me
Lost in words
Somewhere

Being me
Genre: Autobiography
Theme: What do you do for a living?
Naveen Malhotra Sep 2020
She is a maid
She takes care ofΒ Β household
Is she a daughter?
No, don't be archaic
She is a domestic help
She is someone else's daughter
Poverty made her depart
From her parents so far away
Supporting her and her parents' life
She prepares and serves food
Cleans utensils and the floors
Washes and irons clothes
She is paid for all these
What's the great deal?
Have millions of dollars in coffers
Physical service your own won't offer
They can send you more dollars
Physical love and care
They don't have time
Who says God doesn't do miracles
Isn't it a miracle?
He bestowed millions with poverty
So that they care for you and serve you
Maid is one of them
Someone else's daughter
Can you imagine your own daughter in her position?
Prickling chill goes down the spine!
Treat your maid like your daughter
She is someone's daughter
Far away from her parents
Love and care for her
She would serve you better and better!
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
PPE
I was once
A man/women
Like you

Unfeared
Unmasked
Uncovered
Unrested
To keep the pain at bay

I was once
A man/women
Like you

Sorry, I can't help
As you expect
Let me first wear
That PPE
Genre: Clinical Experimental
Theme: Personal Protective Equipment || In The Background Of COVID-19
Note: If the server is not safe, how can you be?
Zack Ripley Feb 2020
The air should be light.
Filled with joy, not fright,
On this cold winter night.
And for most, it is.
the difference between
them and me, you see,
Is that they are not prisoners
Of their minds. They are free.
I was sentenced to this life alone
Without a home to call my own,
After I served my country.
Oh, what a world I was shown.
Don't misunderstand. I had a good life.
I lived the American dream,
Complete with a house, a dog, a beautiful wife.
But once I signed up for another tour,
Her heart couldn't take it anymore.
She walked out the door.
When I came back, I was too embarrassed to ask for help.
So that's how I got here,
Feeling like I only have
myself to blame.
But even as I join my fellow outcasts,
Forgotten, and unloved,
I smile with pride
Knowing I was brave enough to play the game.
Diksha Prashar Feb 2020
Every morning

I woke up

with a gratitude

another day

given

to prove my

solitude

Something to take

in strides

a beautiful

life

provided to serve

human life

making this world

more better and

beautiful to

survive.
Christmas at Forest Heights Baptist Church is something to behold,
We are busy elves, making our church beautiful, colorful, and bold!
We are a small church with a big heart for giving.
We give to Lottie Moon, the Angel Tree, Halleluiah Night, Thanksgiving baskets and more.
Our love for Jesus and His grace make us give generously with our time and love,
We--without need for recognition, serve because we serve a loving Creator above!
Forest Heights’ members do not wait for Christmas to help our fellow man,
Daily we serve those who need a helping hand.
Remember, Jesus’ tears were not for the pain He endured.
No!  It was for our sins and disobedience to His Word.
So, let us be grateful and kind to others this Christmas and beyond,
God has blessed us with His One and only Son,
and another year filled with blessings, mercy, and grace.
Let’s leave footprints of love until we meet His embrace and loving Face!

Merry Christmas to All!
This is a poem I wrote for my church for this Christmas (December 2019).
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