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Details | Dramatic monologue | |


**Every pace change --is the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives you steal
This game is like murder in the first degree,
I can barely feel the words you're expressing.
Your hand, holding on to mine as if it was the last
I crawl I hide behind these moonstone walls
There it stood and stole my Womanhood
Pink is the ointment rubbed inside my diary.

I crawl- I remember-
Looking for a dream, where the women wear combat boots
Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes.

I was lost!
Do you know the feeling?
Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning,
You can’t see what’s going on,
Your smiles soon to be gone,

On this fright night, I bleed
Hold on tight, of the dead of this night
I’m down on my fallen knees,
A secret I can't keep, no longer need
Breaking backs when I mention the word “C.”
It is like getting struck by a freight train
Taking what belong and makes ME me! 
Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore
Taking  time to weave them into the last strand of my red chemo hair.

Now here you are,
Standing on the chest
Heavy shoulders a violin press.
No longer needing the little black dress
Skin pink tight leather, now you caress
My eyes are full of tears
Once I discovered the beast came back without fear 
The news blew like a missile in heat
With a fire’s shooting out from the dark
Sweltering me, blazing me,
Leaving the world, all ribbon tied.
Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with beauty and tissues. 
Filled with  pink ivory issues 
This is the way that I feel, I am real… 
You are a killer, you are a disease! 
You sit there and shatter our lives,
With many of us, you’ll discover we do not break like glass 
Still, we walk in high heels strolling through pink valley skies.
With a charm called a Pink Ribbon; -I WORE-

- A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose, 
Remembering my days have been numbered 

I have no family to lean on
Everybody’s plus my mother is gone
You are the undead: 
Leading some of us into a watery grave
You are like a jack in the box
Hiding until you are found… 
You’re silent until your jobs done...

You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many…
However, you will never come close to a glorious ~Victory~ 
We are  “PINK LADIES,” who  continue to be strong
I will find a way to sew my chest back to its caressing view!

One day will find the cure,
And, destroy YOU "The miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ Disease" 

by; PD

Dedicated to all the females of the world. 
((And men whose life touched by this disease))

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Details | Ode | |

With Angels Wings

"With Angels Wings"

The whispering winds, a song they sing

A song of sorrow and of a heart so big 

Your love reaches as far as the eye can see

I believe in dreams because in my heart, you beat

Just as a gentle breeze shimmers every leaf

Your love, in every heart, plants a seed

Elegance, love and hope is what grows beneath

And this is your gift to us....

For safe keeping.

So...if you ever wonder why heaven sings

It's because now you fly...

      With Angels Wings

Copyright © Rob Schulteis

Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013

I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest
Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014 

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Lyric | |

The Dance

                                               The Dance

                                             Dance she said
                                             As this short life
                                             Nears it end.
                                             Dance she said
                                             Nothing I can do
                                             But leave this pain
                                             As I fade from you.

                                             Dance she said
                                             Try to remember
                                             A heart that bled.  
                                             Dance she said
                                             Be as one together  
                                             Before I must depart
                                             Our love forever.

                                             Dance she said
                                             Hold arms around me
                                             As my eyes circle red.
                                             Dance she said 
                                             Glide me as before
                                             While music echoes
                                             Across this floor. 

                                             Dance she said
                                             Catch my falling tears
                                             And things all unsaid.
                                             Dance she said
                                             Moments light my face
                                             With visions of heaven
                                             This our last embrace.   

Copyright © William Gray

Details | ABC | |

when i am gone


The breeze at dawn,
Whispering  secrets to birds, chirping  melodious lullabies,
Waking up to the touch of the first gleam of morning rays
Softly teasing my eyes..
Just the glance of a reflection
Of a living god
Walking along the corridor…
Making my heart racing..
The most amazing soul ever..
Wolverine  ears..ebony eyes..emerald green shirt..
With the stethoscope around the collar..
Why do I feel  like I have known you eternally
Those eyes full of kindness..
That beautiful smile,
Always illuminating a gloomy day..
those lips murmering words of humanity..
making my thoughts cherished,
After the darkness of a very long night
Missing you with bits and pieces of my heart
A new sun has rised,with a ray of new hope for the life..
Just like the Night dew clings to soil 
Making the plants glisten..
brightening my days,left, thinking of you..
You are the aroma of me being alive..
When my life was lamenting
For some more hard breathes
You were the one who made me encouraged,
To love the life,,
Because not everyone under the sun gets a second chance to live..
Walking towards me..
Uttering the most soothing words ever..
Making my heart beats faster and faster..
Looking into my pale brown eyes..
Im almost melting..
Praise the lord for not letting me stand by my own..
If not,I Would have melted on my knees..
Believe me,
Im under your charms..
Knowing that I don’t have enough breathes to love you..
Your warmth,now in my blood,
Just like
The 'Chemo' scorched veins, showing
That im still breathing,without a life..
Hoping, that Time would reveal, what lies ahead..
Even though,it is the bitter truth..
looking for a time machine,
capable of pausing the minutes.,
brickwall myself from the last breathe
Crying in my shadows..
Forever is not a very long time for me..
Crying each day knowing that the days are getting shorter..
Doctor,I swear
When its time for me to leave..
Ill still believe..that,
This is an eternal one sided love which shall not die…
Till the sun grows cold..
Till the moon gets warm..
And the stars grow old…

Copyright © yashodara embogama

Details | Rhyme | |


~ A collaboration between Sandra Lopez Lambert and Wally Flint ~


the day that I was diagnosed
I feared for those I loved the most
how would they live on?
how long could I be strong?

what will happen to my boy?
who will buy for him a toy?
after I am gone
who'll play with him upon the lawn?

it's so unfair, it's so unfair
it's not me without my hair
and then some days I just don't care
and helplessness surrounds me

I'm at the end, I'm at the end
I need to know that we'll transcend
hate and greed and war
and my children will live forever more

I used to be a big sensation
filled with righteous indignation
now I'm a guy who's going to die
and I'm all about forgiveness

I go back and forth 'tween pain and hope
and the foggy mind that comes from dope
but I know I have more life to live
more laughs to laugh, more love to give

In the time I have I want to be
like a sailor who, once lost at sea,
found his way home to friendly faces
and gained his welcome in many places

and although it must come down to this
the birthdays and the weddings that I'll miss
don't cry for me when I am gone
love and laugh and carry on

(Note - We do not have cancer but some of our loved ones do, and that is what inspired us to write this poem.)

Copyright © Wally Flint

Details | Rhyme | |

A Pretty Sound-Hit Me With Your Best Shot

A Pretty Sound-Hit Me With Your Best Shot
By: Aidan Gilbert

At the park swinging
I heard my phone ringing
Picked it up and heard my Mom crying
The cancer spread, I was told I am dying
It sucks to know you only have two weeks
And to live them in a hospital bedridden too weak
Staring at the ceiling colorless eyed
Hiding the question that burns my jumbled mind
Why did God choose me to die
My parents sitting at my dying side
So quiet I can practically hear my brother two stories down trying not to cry
Taking the elevator with my grandparents to see if his only sister is alright
In my dreams I scream at God
Why did you do this?!
Was there some pretty picture on my way here I missed?!
Well you hit me with your best shot
My remaining cheerfulness you get to watch rot
All of this broke me down
For the first time calm lying still in my hospital gown…
I just wanted to have heard a pretty sound
I was taken by something out of my sight
But I wasn’t truly hurt that I wouldn’t be able to put up a fight
It was me as a fifteen year old girl and being robbed that right.  

Copyright © Aidan Gilbert

Details | Couplet | |

A Child's View of Death

A Child’s View of Death

People say now that Grandpa was thin
But he had plump cheeks; cancer had set in 

Each Sunday penny candy in my hand he’d place
And with rugged hands he’d embrace my face

To an impetuous toddler, his cigars smelled foul
But I don’t remember him ever sporting a scowl

On the way to mass my hand he’d squeeze
And no one ever mentioned his disease

But I’ll not forget the way mama cried
When she hugged me and said Grandpa had died

Though yellow tulips bloomed outside
I entered that parlor where emotions ran high

Grandpa looked peaceful, like he was asleep
I walked softly toward him, not making a peep

Where was that smile I’d come to expect
Not one movement could I detect

It can cause harm taking preschoolers to funerals
Death viewings can be the most frightening rituals

Fear lingered for months as I dreamt of him
Lying in a coffin, his skin cold and face grim

Children should remember those who have passed
Alive and happy, the way they’d seen them last

A fear of death plagued me for many years
I couldn’t accept that good people disappear

From our lives, to be buried in the ground
In thoughts of this loss, my spirits drowned

It wasn’t till later I realized the eternal life of souls
And that in both forms of life, we each have our roles

Be sure to tell little ones of God’s special home
And how our deceased loved ones sit by His throne

In coming to terms with this revelation
I learned to see death as a new life’s creation

*For Lay's "Darkest Childhood Memory" Challenge

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

Details | Narrative | |

A Mothers Last Goodbye

“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said As tears welled up in her eyes “It’s time for me to go to sleep This must be no surprise The good Lord knows my battles And my health is ailing still He’s given me so many blessings I’ve passed them to you in my will I’m sad to say good-bye For we have shared much joy Remember me to Sarah My grandchild I love and enjoy I love you my daughter These years together have been sweet I’m so glad you love the Lord And again we will meet I’m not afraid of dying ‘Cause I know that in a while Christ will call me from my grave I feel my life has been worthwhile For I taught you to seek your Father To help you through every trial He’ll always be there to guide you With never a denial I leave you in His hands”, she said As she gently kissed her daughter’s hand Her eyes closed very slowly Against cancer she’d lost her stand She’d been a wonderful mother Teacher and true friend Faithful to her Lord And gracious to the end. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012


Details | Elegy | |



sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,
I break free
and drift 
into memory,

and again you rise, 
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
good bye;

after so many years,
the knife still cuts
and again, and

I cry.

(20 May 2015)

Copyright © Steven Federle

Details | Epitaph | |


Wish I could have taken better 
Care of my body... 
Wish they could have stopped 
the cancer sooner... 

I'm just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 

If I had my way, I'd pick another church. 
At least one that spelled my name right 
On the obituary. 

I wonder if they knew, 
That I truly loved Sonya, 
but married Adele out of convenience. 

Wish I could have told my brother, Kenny 
I forgive him, maybe he wouldnt cry so hard. 
Wish I could tell Aunt May that hat is too big. 
I wonder if Tara knows the deacons 
Are looking up her dress. 

Im just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 

I wonder if the choir knows 
How much I really hate that song... 
Hope they know the Pastor's lying. 
I was not that good of a man.. 

That suit is not the one I would have picked. 
My body looks so much smaller, 
and that make-up makes me look too light. 

Im just a spirit now, 
Floating over my own funeral. 
Free from pain, free from it all. 

Wonder if they know, 
In spite of my short time on this earth...
i truly enjoyed it.
I truly loved it all.

Copyright © dennis lee

Details | Acrostic | |


                                        Why do some get Cancer, 
                                        When we know this has no answer; 
                                        So this sickness isn't really Cancer; 
                                        Because we can not really find out the answer. 
                                         So here I will answer, 
                                         For everyone who suffers from Cancer.

                                          C              Can not find the Answer
                                          A               Anger, for not finding Answer
                                          N               No just cause for this Answer
                                          C               Caring in finding the Answer
                                          E                Everyone thinks they have the Answer
                                          R               Rest in peace, Sorry had no Answer

Copyright © Katherine Stella

Details | Free verse | |

He is sleeping

Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.

I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death  
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…

The shadows lurk in his mind, 
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one. 
The day is here.”

I manage a sorrowful smile 
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.

As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…

“ He is sleeping.”

*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)

Copyright © Robyn Thomas

Details | Free verse | |

Cancer, You are an Artist

Cancer, you are an artist
A prolific one at that,
For several dear ones
Have encountered your work.

Your wretched fingers as sculptors
Design imprints of faces unknown.
You smudge white, pain-ridden clay
A little here, a little there,
Till your subject becomes amorphous.

But oh you are not finished!
A red cross encrusted kiln
Invariably cements your doings.
A surgery of crackling and burning,
Until the shape is spit out,
A hard shell lost of all dignity.

Satisfied with your creation,
You give it one last look
Before it rests on an earthly shelf
And another project is begun.

I am sad to say,
You are quite skilled at your craft.

Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske

Details | Epic | |

Holding on to the Expectations of a New Dawn

You swallow billions in cash, yet your assault strengthens, everything with life now stands on one side against you but your unpredictability is what gives you this audacity. Your sarcasm and indifference to mankind may seem to amputate medical science but even on wheel-chairs, we will hold hands together, never giving up. You now pass through numerous gates to the fat, slim, male and female; to the adults, kids, rich and poor; to drunkards, smokers, abstained or perverse; to the omnivore, vegan, sexually active or not; to the religious, spiritual, free thinker or non-thinking. You shoot them all in an unfair rampage making the task so herculean for you to be controlled. Your spread plays the gruesome music of death inviting the straws of extinction to sap life out in slow sips. The more your covered distance, the more your torment. Towards the end of the road, your merciless afflictions are an indication, nature can acquire a bad side. You come with a red card held by a fatal hand then go with a white one with the inscription of a soul. All humanity fight, but our blows seem not to reach you. For long, we’ve taken your jabs and being on the receiving end is becoming so protracted. But we’ll hold steadfast, never giving in to a knock-out; staying strong, united and hopeful, that someday, victory will be hope's fashion for the new dawn to be here permanently.

Copyright © Funom Makama

Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..

Copyright © James Fraser

Details | Narrative | |

Death Of The Saints

A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".

Well my husband said "How old was she.""


A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that 
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..

While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?

My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".

The cousin proceeded to tale this story.

"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been 
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was 
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the 
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what 
was going on ...."

The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this 
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or 
any other funeral home director that he knew."

The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the 
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."

She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called 
her home..

The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the 

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

Details | Epitaph | |

No Sympathy From the Devil

A hurricane is blowing.
Cars are flying in the sky.
Doesn't even mess my hair.
It's coming from my eye.

An earthquake is rolling.
Knocks you right off your feet.
The earth opens up and swallows.
I just take my seat.

A tidal wave is coming.
It's right off the coast.
I watch the people sunning.
Don't they know that their all toast?

The great white shark devours 
everything in his sight.
Why is everybody screaming?
They haven't felt my bite.

The sunlight unheeded
sets the cancer to the flesh.
Chaos all around you.
The evils seem to mesh.

The cancer has consumed
the skin down to the bone.
There's no one left to cry to
so just hang up the phone.

An avalanche like a freight train
is rolling down the hill.
If you haven't felt me yet
I'll be coming for you still.

Do you know who I am?
The Stones sung of my name.
I don't want your sympathy.
I'm the one to blame.

Can you feel the twister? 
The wind, like the dogs, howl.
Time to raise the white flag.
Time to throw in the towel.

Watch as the whirlpool
sucks you down into the depths.
Take your choice my friends.
Choose your epitaph.

Copyright © Allan Granstrom

Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Clouds of Sorrow

This was written last year to one of my sisters, who has since passed away. I just had to include the brief note I wrote, along with the poem, to give the context.

Dear Lorraine,

When I heard that you have cancer, I was stunned. I don’t always know how to express my deeper feelings, so I could not at first find the words to express just how much I was hurting for you.
Lately I have been writing poetry. Writing this poem enabled me to say what was in my heart. So I wanted to share it with you.
I want you to know that I love you Lorraine, and it grieves me that you are going through this. I am praying for you. Just know that you do not walk through this alone. God holds you in His arms and He has an angel assigned to be there with you.
I wish I could do more to help you. If you ever need or want to talk, or cry, or rant, please let me know.

Beyond the Clouds of Sorrow The clouds today are darker now, The sky’s a much sadder place. The drops which fall upon my brow, Can’t wash the tears off my face. On brighter days I’d watch them float, And imagine what their shapes meant. Today such pleasures are so remote, As I trade songs for a sad lament. Clouds today hide brighter skies, As azure is replaced with gray. Tears, as well, now fill my eyes, As I struggle to trust and pray. I know that light has hid its face, But it lives beyond this dome. Darkness, instead, does take its place, And seeks to make this heart its home. So I make a choice to trust the One, Who sees through the deepest night. Though, now I crawl, instead of run, As a blind beggar seeking sight. Sorrow has filled my aching heart, Making a true sacrifice of praise. My soul, though it threatens to fall apart, His word, will a new life raise.

Copyright © Michael Spangle

Details | Free verse | |

The Cancer

I've watched her vanish and dietirate into withering roses.

The pain that takes over her body is spreading fast and furious,

and only weakens her!

How can she bring so much light into a room of darkend souls, with her smile,

When she has only those two weeks to remain?

Why her a mother and new bride?

She doesnt want to miss a thing in her young boys lifes.

But... she already knows how it will be and how it will come.

Six days, six days she had before the death withen her took 

one last breath, and she vanished into the atmosphere and left.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger

Details | I do not know? | |

Empty Room

Eyes gazing, questions raising...where is the one

who rested here? Where is the one who took refuge here?

They are gone...yet their things remain.

How odd...they did not stop to pack.

Bed if some magazine.

Breeze blowing...sunshine glowing...

yet emptiness is strange.

I peer in further...where did they go? 

Will they return...I'd like to know.

I hear the clock ticking on the wall,

like some sort of eary wake up call.

They shall not return...their time is done...

there is no need to turn and run.


Copyright © Pam Deremer

Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Narrative | |

Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban

Copyright © Sandra Hoban

Details | Epitaph | |

Death by Cancer

    ~now it's me who has been chosen~
after years of nursing the broken souls ~` 
  ~refusing to listen to statistics , watching their bodies go ~  
percentages and numbers they have become
praying , please don't forget this one , she is a Mother ~
she has a son , a daughter , a grandchild , a sister and brother.

Let us not forget her name , please do not let her die with shame .
Why do you come seeking your toll , the Grimm Reaper of souls?
 ~ For this once young girl with the face one can only imagine her beauty ~
so many stares as she enter a theater or restaurant ,is she a model ?
~ she must be with a body like this , a body and face, eyes wide , smile divine ~
We love to hate , yet really she is quite beautiful. "If I could, I'd be this beautiful"
The long flowing hair , her natural looks , she must already be discovered ~

~ The years go by , and time allows way for the offspring of her breast 
 the many that once shed gossip among the jealous is inherited through her child~
The Pink ribbon ,  new hair designs chosen , all the make up , preparing to say Goodbye~ With Grace . No I will not let you see my fear on this Poker Face.

Another statistic on Record will go I . Cancer has come like a thief at night 
abruptly leaving me with nothing , yet how will I leave bravely,  as I raised my own 
I want them happy and at peace through me passing ,take me now , be merciful,
Lay me in a white silk dress as beautiful as I once were , with flowers by my side 
Please remember me , I am not ready to die ..not like this ,Another soul dismissed .

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Mothers Day

This Mothers day is different,
 not like the years before
 it leaves me feeling sad
 my heart a little sore.

 I know you're watching over,
 tracing steps I take
 careful there to guide me
 whenever my heart aches.

 So I'm sending hugs and kisses,
 all my earthly love
 to one special angel
 my Mama up above.

 Mom just know I love you,
 your right here in my heart
 and every time it beats
 were not so far apart.

 I know were not together,
 not the same old way
 but I still love you very much
 Happy Mothers Day.

Jessica Thompson-5/19/14

Copyright © Jessica Thompson

Details | Narrative | |


                                      By Lynn Boyle 1956-2014

Cancer is a monster
it has taken my



It has seared my skin off my body

It has broken my spirit

It has destroyed my hope for any future

It has taken my identity

My independence

And left me

           Waiting for death

Copyright © Patrick Boyle

Details | Elegy | |


On Sunday March thirty two thousand fourteen, my sister
lost her grim battle to cancer, she was much younger than I;
nobody would believe that she fervently prayed while waiting to die...
who gave such strength to endure pain, if not her faith of believer?
I stood by her touching her forehead to offer some consolation...
she tried to smile, but was overcome by pangs of desperation. 

If horrid fate had cut abruptly her life, prayers provided endless comfort;
and accepting death as a relief from suffering, she cherished that thought!

Farewell, Catherine...even the March gloomy sky cries
to express its ample sympathy for someone with moribund eyes!
A treasure you have left: gems that gleam as the eternal stars,
and each one of them reflects the gentle smile of your shining grace
that everyone saw when you opened those warm arms...
and by loving everyone, you taught us the meaning of an embrace!   

Farewell, Catherine...find joy in that celestial place above the earth's sphere,
there happiness is heard through songs that praise glorious love, not fear!  

We'll remember those delightful moments you shared with us...
when joy shone on a face that did not know the bitterness 
of tears! Yes, they are imprinted on these weeping hearts
as the words of Virgil who commemorated the brave souls 
that accomplished great things never forgotten by fleeing time...
isn't your story of indomitable courage for us to read and admire?

Copyright © Andrew Crisci