I wish I could walk without feeling pain
I wish I could live my life again.
I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle with nothing to fear.
I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things and yet I can wish.
I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.
I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot my vaccination had not been done.
I can sit here and daydream day after day and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how
I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.
But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.
Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.
I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not suddenly feel old.
I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty
I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.
Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011
A Prayer for my Wife
Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here
I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say
I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you
Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas
I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more
And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations
But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife
And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead
And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.
I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand
I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again
And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’
I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace
And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010
A is for Avocado, the creamy, green nutritious fat.
B is for Berries, the fruit that keeps your tummy flat.
C is for Chia, most nutrient-dense of all the seeds.
D is for Dandelion - it's more than just a pesky weed!
E is for Eggs, the perfect snack to keep you lean.
F is for Flax - to sprinkle lightly on your greens.
G is for Ginger, the spice that fights off germs and soothes.
H is for Honey, nature's cure for the sweetest tooth.
I is for Iodine - from salt, it keeps your thyroid sound.
J is for Jalapeno, the red-hot kick to melt those pounds.
K is for Kale - to be lightly steamed without the stem.
L is for Lettuce, its popular and crunchy friend.
M is for Milk, for sparkling teeth and sturdy bones.
N is for Nuts - a handful and your tum won't groan.
O is for Oats, fiber-filled and gluten-free.
P is for Pistachios, sly cholesterol's enemy.
Q is for Quinoa, the complete protein that fills you up.
R is for Raisins - a ton of iron in a quarter cup.
S is for Salmon, the oily fish with omega-3.
T is for Tomatoes, nature's very own sunscreen!
U is for Udon, the pasta you can eat guilt-free
V is for Vinegar - it makes dressings low in calories.
W is for Water, which hydrates to de-bloat your gut.
X is for Xylocarp, a fancy term for coconut.
Y is for Yogurt, the probiotic masterpiece.
Z is for Zucchini, which lowers risk of heart disease.
Your body is a temple, I'm sure you've all been told,
So fill it up with healthy foods, and you'll grow young - not old!
(P.S. In case anyone doesn't know, "Quinoa" is pronounced "keen-wah")
For Cyndi's "Z is for Zaria" contest
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013
I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery
I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end
I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care
Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust
From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery
I changed the word these words are true
Black Sunday brought darkness on you
I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012
A feller went to the doctor's office 'cause he wasn't feelin' well.
The doctor said, "You ain't lookin' all that swell, this I can tell!"
He had a banana stuck in his right ear and a celery stalk in his left!
From his nose dangled a pair of carrots thus leavin' him quite bereft!
The doc without further examination relieved him from his plight,
Sayin', "You gotta change yer eatin' habits! You're not eatin' right!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom
Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight
Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May
The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand
Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear
Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman; only a few I've seen
Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.
Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
My very favorite thing in this life
To simply sit and talk with my wife
About our day or perhaps the past
Planning ways to make the future last
We are beyond desire and lust
Our loves more about friendship and trust
Mornings we share our coffee and toast
Night we cuddle who we love the most
To others eyes it’s amazing to see
To us it’s simply how life should be
She worries because I’m always so ill
Proud I never let it break my will
My mission is clear; journey is true
She motivates me in all I do
I fear my health is slipping away
Getting hard to make through a day
Honestly, I don’t know if I could
Without her love I doubt if I would
Lately, I feel as though I may die
Things are happening, I don’t know why
What makes me strive to do my best?
It’s for my wife I must pass this test
My favorite thing to do in this life
To simply sit and talk with my wife
Wow, that made me cry! All at once
my blood sugar has just started falling
off the charts. By that I mean with a
completly full stomach it will just drop
to 60. They are going to start running
test today. Sorry about the poem. I sat
to write a happy poem, however, in the
ways that matter it is happy. At least I
never have to face these crisis alone.
I love you all. For Farrah's contest.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010
I confess I've been known to partake
Straight icing sans chocolate cake
I concede I shall never be lean
Pouring fudge without the ice cream
It's apparent my tool-shed doth grow
Baked cookies? Just gimmie the dough
It is rumored that I often spread
Peanut butter and jam (hold the bread)
From grandma I would often cajole
A sugar rush direct from the bowl
(Rejecting her kit for caboodle
Choosing filling minus the strudel)
I eat healthy! Want some examples?
Pay-Days contain protein that's ample
Orange Slices provide Vitamin C
Milky-Ways furnish Vitamin D
Cavities?...My molars are mature
Cholesterol?...I concur (THAT'S for sure)
Gotta change before damage is nigh
Take a walk? Um, later, Honey-Pie...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
1 p.m., shards of glass-brittle sunshine
struggle weakly through the window.
Light like spun glass strikes plastic
as you briskly slot phial upon phial:
two yellow-capped, one mauve, one grey.
Your fingers tense, tightening the tourniquet,
and my skin tingles taut, the strangled vein swelling -
the colour of a washy, blue winter sky
bulging to burst its raindrops.
Whitewashed walls reel, woozy with winter's anaemia,
and the radiatorless room is needle-sharp with cold.
I blench as the needle pierces blanched polar pallor
and you coax a scarlet stream from snowdrift skin,
siphoning the hot rubies of my raw life.
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2013
The day he took me to Starbucks
I figured I was gaining in luck
Then all he did was complain
How the coffee wasn't humane
It wasn't fit for human comsumption
The tasty treat was dry, their gumption
In serving such unpalatable treat
Oh well, another date now unsweet
Starbucks I still love you even though
Have to get decaffeinated coffee drink slow
Nathan thanks for the challenge
Contest: Coffee House
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
Bland, the colors of the fall
inside the stone and pastel wall
gentle beeps and colored wires
the casters creak; the beds on tires.
Leafless air and plastic light
intrusions through a starless night
mechanics of the flesh intend
to find a way to winter's end.
Outside, a bold October sky
sweet breath of fall is passing by
loosing brilliant leaves to dance
their final resting left to chance.
The deck's been dealt, the final card
should fall with cheerful disreguard
Yet, I find I'm ever vexed
and endless, comtemplate what's next.
Copyright © Wayne Sapp | Year Posted 2011
Intuition has a forceful voice
It speaks aloud, though makes no noise
No fear, no anger, not hot nor cold
A spiritual encounter within the soul.
Instinct walks a different plain
An experience related, alert refrain
Fear or joy might mark its course
Sharp hidden probes might give it force.
The mental is the strongest link
It controls and rules the way we think
Thought tries to oust out all the rest
It attempts to enforce, what it thinks best.
Emotion’s the spontaneous part
No grid, no goals, no weather charts
If in need to cry, to laugh, or scold
It frees itself from the mental mould.
The physical is oft the one deprived
For the mental takes it for a ride
Don’t drink nor eat, no time to sleep,
All bodily needs are trite and weak.
Life could be a kinder friend
If we’d but listen, and not pretend.
For our pieces should all synchronize
One can’t undermine, the other’s size.
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
Everywhere I go
I see people talking.
to themselves, whilst walking.
Hands to ears,
eyes seeing little.
Sometimes whispered words
in a loud voice,
echoing off walls.
On street corners,
in shopping malls.
On public transport,,
getting out cars.
Sitting on benches,
in quiet city parks.
love poems, text unspoken.
to avoid meeting face to face.
I have found somebody else.
Sign of the times,
tinged with sadness.
It must be
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012
Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs
When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss
Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground up junk
My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore
So such is the life of this senior type dude
Head for the washroom, each time I eat food
Food disappears like famous greased lightning
Or I sit there for hours, really quite frightening
Irregularity's my name, I'm Irreg for short
Hope an operation, I don't have to resort
An artificial esophagus transplanted in me
So I can go regular like it once used to be
Oh for the days when I could eat all that junk
Those days are gone, who woulda thunk
That one day I'd be eating my morning cereal
Laced with Metamucil or some such material!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
Tonight I found a letter on my doormat
It was addressed to me – oh fancy that
I opened it and it does say
Please come for a mammogram one Monday
My heart sank like an enormous stone
With sinking spirits, I let out a huge moan
They take one of your very precious ‘norks’
Clamp it so hard your eyes pop out on stalks
Then leave you imprisoned and take a pic
Tell you it may be uncomfortable – just a little bit
They lied, they lied, they blooming lied
I found it so painful I could have cried
Oh joy of joys now they must do the other side
One boob squashed like a pancake, the other I want to hide
But they get you quick before you can escape
They need to scan both boobies there can be no mistake
Men and women can BOTH get breast cancer
Checking your breasts regularly is the answer
15th September 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands.
One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised.
This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise.
They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made.
With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed.
Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air
Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer
I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request
Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request
That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life
Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2011
Rebirth and Recovery
As I sit in the waiting room of my physician
I contemplate my life’s position
I think of many nights of wizardry and magic
when all it was, was as a life so tragic
I felt as life had just begun
staying high was so much fun
I was young-felt that time was on my side
but time is a funny thing, you see it never stops,
this I confide.
It seems to me that 20 years passed overnight
my youth stolen by a thief in the night.
The thief I speak of is not man or animal,
but an affliction,
You see, it’s a disease called addiction.
It rakes you in with promises of women,
riches and fame,
but when you’re all used up, all you’re left with
is guilt, remorse and shame.
So here I sit in the office of my physician,
listening to him tell me my life’s condition
and how I’m supposed to die of this affliction,
as I choose to live once more.
James David Rider
Thank you all for indulging me, this was written by husband, who doesn't write poetry, not
until now, and I feel it's something that needs to be gotten out there so here is the first step.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
A dog's, if not a doc's, good nose
is good enough to diagnose.
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
At my rainbow's end, there'll be new beginning
alluring voice will usher me to inning.
At the end of the rainbow, one sign says do or die
there's much more to life, than meet the eyes.
At my rainbow's end, a scenic reservoir
on elevated grounds I'll jog, with morning star.
The end of my rainbow shows seconds for perfection
I'll revert as one holding gold medallions.
At my rainbow's end, I'll see family and friends
waving colorful flags, with words of love I extend.
Then again, at the end of my rainbow, I'll be poised
since share of equanimity, will surely be my prize.
(Entry for Eve Roper's "At the End of the Rainbow" contest
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016
My healthy diet mainly consists
of fruits, veggies and salads.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
If you don't eat much meat,
you make easy ends meet.
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
Oh brilliant power of ruby
Infuse healing unto spirit's energy!
Just Ten Words of Nette Onclaud
Rora Onna dated 4.8.2014
Copyright © Rora Onna | Year Posted 2014
The pill in sticky sweaty hands doth lie
Full of importance doesn't know why
The route finder has decided the journey, commencing.
via the saliva gland which wets the pill they're dispensing
Along the path from the pharynx where you are swallowed
Taking the A road to the oesophagus where pushing is allowed
Until it reaches journeys end the main line station of stomach
Then on to many branch lines being dispersed to enact
Have you realised which pill is the be all and end all of your being
What is the name of this important maker of good feeling
The Happy Pill, if your happy nothing else is of importance
Happiness is and Happiness does, with abundance.
Pill of Life Contest
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013
< Driving along in my automobile
Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals
Should I stop or should I just Go !
Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !
But what if that was me
Crying out with such pitty
Not knowing where to get next meal
Three kids crying at worn out heels
Cardboard boxes to call our home
Dumpster diving for pieces of foam
Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
Opened wallet and gave him alot
A nice twenty came on out
Wiped out was his sadden pout
Drove by an hour later
Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter
Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
Just hope he finds a better suitable home
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011
Too often, a simple X-ray
makes militant atheists pray.
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014