#helpingothers - Hello Poetry

Its a time of year when bad ghosts are bold Praying on the wronged and lonely Undermining the abused Ingratiating addictions Gloating on the unlucky Misdirecting the dispossessed When in need good ghosts abound Floating in an evanescent state When minds are in need They will appear Battling for your good Settling deep into my pillow Presents are wrapped The alarm is set Christmas eve is passing Dreams are stirring Past times were good Caution thrown to the wind Countenance the excesses Trivialised life balances Is life not perfect A ghost of the present arrives weighed down with self-doubt Wearily it rests at my feet Legs now restless and cold My eyes begin to flicker Ears open with intent " Viral incandescence haunting the weak and poor Spreading disquiet and envy Exploiting inequity and race Setting one against another Courage is sought Repairing the balance In search of thou caring will And self-sacrifice" A virtuous ghost gravitates to me "The hands of life share the heavy weight on one’s shoulders Knowledge engages the truths Words open the mind Exercise engenders the body Fellowship lessons the pain" A learned ghost of times to come brushes past my outstretched hand "If able to support Give time to others Respect them all Inspire to change" A worldly ghost alights like a bird on my knee "Spread good will to all creatures Work against suffrage Believe in your role Seek the eco-goal" Four ghosts now await my waking They came in the anonymity of darkness My eyes now laden, dreams confused Which one will close my head on its way home? My alarm bellows 'Its Christmas morning' The house is quiet My mind is alive Who needs my help first? So much to do Another year is ending Decide wisely thy moral standing Help others whose ghosts are wanting Reject the ghosts of your choosing Belief in you, as you believe in others

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Dec 3, 2020

Dec 3, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC

kevin-wright-2

Four ghosts of Christmas Eve, a Dickens of a year

Its a time of year when bad ghosts are bold Praying on the wronged and lonely Undermining the abused Ingratiating addictions Gloating on the unlucky Misdirecting the dispossessed When in need good ghosts abound Floating in an evanescent state When minds are in need They will appear Battling for your good Settling deep into my pillow Presents are wrapped The alarm is set Christmas eve is passing Dreams are stirring Past times were good Caution thrown to the wind Countenance the excesses Trivialised life balances Is life not perfect A ghost of the present arrives weighed down with self-doubt Wearily it rests at my feet Legs now restless and cold My eyes begin to flicker Ears open with intent " Viral incandescence haunting the weak and poor Spreading disquiet and envy Exploiting inequity and race Setting one against another Courage is sought Repairing the balance In search of thou caring will And self-sacrifice" A virtuous ghost gravitates to me "The hands of life share the heavy weight on one’s shoulders Knowledge engages the truths Words open the mind Exercise engenders the body Fellowship lessons the pain" A learned ghost of times to come brushes past my outstretched hand "If able to support Give time to others Respect them all Inspire to change" A worldly ghost alights like a bird on my knee "Spread good will to all creatures Work against suffrage Believe in your role Seek the eco-goal" Four ghosts now await my waking They came in the anonymity of darkness My eyes now laden, dreams confused Which one will close my head on its way home? My alarm bellows 'Its Christmas morning' The house is quiet My mind is alive Who needs my help first? So much to do Another year is ending Decide wisely thy moral standing Help others whose ghosts are wanting Reject the ghosts of your choosing Belief in you, as you believe in others

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We all have something to hide Accept it Feel it out Learn how to break the disguise Laugh at it make it feel warm Sit and watch how others deal with their problems Focus Do they lie? and if bad at hiding it make them laugh Try to make them feel warm It’s so easy to get cold and locked up We don’t need anymore soulless meat walking around on this cold and frigid world Warm up Break out of the disguise Hold on to something that matters and run with it Try and find your heat wave to happiness 10-14-19

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Feb 1, 2020

Feb 1, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC

Theebeatnik

Heat Wave

We all have something to hide Accept it Feel it out Learn how to break the disguise Laugh at it make it feel warm Sit and watch how others deal with their problems Focus Do they lie? and if bad at hiding it make them laugh Try to make them feel warm It’s so easy to get cold and locked up We don’t need anymore soulless meat walking around on this cold and frigid world Warm up Break out of the disguise Hold on to something that matters and run with it Try and find your heat wave to happiness 10-14-19

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I dished up plates as he walked by greasy stringy dyed red streaks guitars hanging on all sides the smells of unwashed body reeks tattooed fingers and a lip ring soft smooth tenor from his soul man can that pirate guy sing but his street life takes it's toll never smiles, furtive eyes scared of those that steal for drugs this pirate garb is his disguise but offers homeless friends his hugs he saunters off to write some songs this strange man caught my writer's eye making money to right some wrongs I was compelled to write about this guy the life of the homeless is a mystery the tales they could tell us, wild about their sordid history I'm sure that it would not be mild and now I pray that they can sleep Jesus loves these poor souls too and for their sins, He did weep they're the same to Him as me and you

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Jun 23, 2019

Jun 23, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC

Wildwing

Captain Homeless Pirate Dude

I dished up plates as he walked by greasy stringy dyed red streaks guitars hanging on all sides the smells of unwashed body reeks tattooed fingers and a lip ring soft smooth tenor from his soul man can that pirate guy sing but his street life takes it's toll never smiles, furtive eyes scared of those that steal for drugs this pirate garb is his disguise but offers homeless friends his hugs he saunters off to write some songs this strange man caught my writer's eye making money to right some wrongs I was compelled to write about this guy the life of the homeless is a mystery the tales they could tell us, wild about their sordid history I'm sure that it would not be mild and now I pray that they can sleep Jesus loves these poor souls too and for their sins, He did weep they're the same to Him as me and you

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No one ever asked her if she was okay. She was the one they could go for when they needed help. No one ever thought about her problems.. How would they know she hid them so well... She always had a smile, and made everyone laugh. She was the sun, the epitome of silly and kind. But as cliché as it was she was also the one who hurt the most. The emotions bottled up, the issues she heard from everyone else almost felt like hers. The weight of being everyone's hero she barely had time to deal with her own.. Put them away she said, your friends need you. But on this day it was too much. Everything she'd repressed came to light she was miserable she was completely exhausted. Energy lost. Hope gone. The will to help was non existent. They had taken all her energy and left an empty carcass that once was a smiling and actually happy girl. And who was there to be her hero? No one. Not a soul. She was left all alone in the darkness in the shadows of her friends and family. Because without her they were nothing.

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC

Mochii

Her.

No one ever asked her if she was okay. She was the one they could go for when they needed help. No one ever thought about her problems.. How would they know she hid them so well... She always had a smile, and made everyone laugh. She was the sun, the epitome of silly and kind. But as cliché as it was she was also the one who hurt the most. The emotions bottled up, the issues she heard from everyone else almost felt like hers. The weight of being everyone's hero she barely had time to deal with her own.. Put them away she said, your friends need you. But on this day it was too much. Everything she'd repressed came to light she was miserable she was completely exhausted. Energy lost. Hope gone. The will to help was non existent. They had taken all her energy and left an empty carcass that once was a smiling and actually happy girl. And who was there to be her hero? No one. Not a soul. She was left all alone in the darkness in the shadows of her friends and family. Because without her they were nothing.

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