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when i am gone

BEFORE 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..
No,please..don't..
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..
that,
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…
 


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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


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In Twenty Four Hours

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

One moment blissfully happy walking on cloud nine
Thinking life is beautiful and wonderful, oh so divine
Then something happens that fills you with despair
Feels like you have been sent to hell without a prayer

Maybe doctors tells you have some incurable disease
Up to the heavens you look, reciting desperate pleas
Or you have cancer and you must battle for your life
It is like being stabbed in the gut with an invisible knife

You find out the one you adore, no longer loves you
The life your shared together is suddenly bid adieu 
Or you lose a loved one, death causes so much pain
Barely holding self together, trying not to go insane

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

One moment living a life filled with sorrow and strife
Questioning your fate and the purpose of your life
Then somethings happens that fills you full of hope
A glimmer of an incline instead of a downward slope 

Your disease is treatable, quality of life still intact
You decide to fight with all you got, stop being attacked
Your cancer has gone into remission, life is yours once more 
You promise to live each moment fully, like you never did before

A person enters your life and shows you what love truly is about
This special love will last forever, this you know without a doubt
A newborn enters your life whom you cherish and adore
The unconditional love of a child, no one could ask for more.

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

It's how you chose to deal with life curves is what really matters
Try to be positive and not let negative thoughts rip you into shatters
Find the courage and the strength to face each day anew
Everyone has hurdles that their trying to live through

Their is always someone that is far worse off than you
Let family and friends help hold you together like glue
Remember you matter to those that hold you dear
Have faith and hope, don't let yourself succumb in fear

Don't dwell on yesterdays sorrows, for you can't change the past
Tomorrow is beyond our control and comes without being asked
Live for today and deal with each battle as they come
For your life is the last thing you should abstain from!


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The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.


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Equality

        

The one thing in life we all strive to be is equal in every degree,
And I think everyone should have the same rights, don’t you agree?

We can all be equal but we cannot all be the same,
There is a difference and you can’t hold other people responsible are try to point the blame.

Certain things that have happened should be buried and forgot,
Otherwise it is like a cancer that will eat at you till you rot.

We all need forgiveness in our lives and truly that is the key,
Without forgiveness none of us are free!

The next step is compassion and kindness,
Show love instead of hate, helpfulness instead of hurtfulness might be a way out of this mess!

Teach respect and honor, not bigotry and greed,
Then maybe God will water and nurture that seed.

God made each and every one of us and I don’t think this squabbling He had in mind,
So we should all bury the hatchet and live for tomorrow, for yesterday is already one day behind.


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Pink - Pink - Pink

morning chemo - She removes from her smooth head a long pink scarf pretty pink roses near her hospital bed. . . . the blush on her cheeks homecoming time - on all her neighbor’s trees. . . pink ribbons Dedicated to Suzanne Somers, a beautiful and famous cancer survivor (I honestly and thankfully can’t think of someone personally that I know of who is close to me, who died of breast cancer. I probably know some survivors who are acquaintances of mine.)


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West Side Story, My Brothers, Mother and Me

I cried for them this afternoon
Knew them since the matinee started
Saw them fall in love
At first sight, the world stopped
Everything was silent at the sight of it
They looked and were lovers
Later that day on their knees
Repeating vows that till today
They saw only in throw away plays
I cried for them, their lost love
But not for mother whose long life ended
By the Yankee Sluggers creeping disease
What was there to cry about?
As the blue ice calved from glacier slabs
Creased iron plates, made orphans, widows
And most aboard but not me or my mother
Or the yet unborn twice told tale
Tony was told she died, frantic with fear
He called out for her but got Chino instead
Saw her running to him, delirious with fear and joy
He got a bullet instead, tearing threw his back
Breaking his heart in half he fell into her arms
She covered his face with kisses and tears
And I too wept again for what could have been
What should have been for mother, died without my tears                                   
For I knew not how to give!
Instead to those I gave tears so freely
But I knew them since the matinee started
Who cried for my three brothers
Charley, like Marley dragged his chains around
And spent a life time sawing them off, Michael who fell
From heaven one day, curly hair and welcoming smile
Orphaned by mother who just gave him away
Brain dead one day in June, the rest followed six months to the day
Brother Tom, large lonesome eyes never saw what the world wondered.                             Water boarded at age five, he left and never returned
Last month got cancer and died exactly one month later.
I cried today for the matinee lovers,
When I should have cried for them. 

 


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A Hospital Stay - Part VII, Finis

                                                                    7.

                                                      On The Road Back

Serious illness instructs its victims
In the miracle of the normal life.
Spend time starting over on things you never think of,
And a new appreciation dawns
For the marvel of Being-in-the-World.

     Crisis finally ended, they move me down
     So I may eat like a human again and gain the strength
     To walk geriatrically about the ward
     Creepingly, yet exulting in my newfound freedom
     From the Sargasso Sea of lines that bound me for so long.
     Soon they would send me home
     To where Gulliver's god asserts his primacy.

There is in every life that question never asked aloud,
Yet waits for its whisper in misfortune's ear:
Why go on?

Why the trouble of going on
When we know all things, after all,
Make an end of themselves?
What purpose served when Summer's light gives way again
To Winter's dark, itself to give way once more 
Before the furious blooms of Spring,
This cycling of changes running blindly 'round
'Til all together, when at last we're called away from being
Will soon enough leave not even faint memory
That ever we, or they, had been?

Why go on,
When all are orphaned in the end,
When in due time Time itself will cease to march
When even God may wonder
To what end He set it all in motion for,
Leaving only an original Mystery
To occupy Forever?

     Yet still all things contrive to persevere, especially ourselves,
     Despite our cursed knowledge of Finality,
     Knowing that none shall escape eclipsion,
     But sensing that the weight
     Of whatever we have made of our lives
     Will add its dram of meaning
     When the sum of it all is balanced together
     In the great equation of existence.

We go on for the honor of going on,
Because there is no road back
And the bridges burn themselves behind us as we go.
The going is its own meaning
Because all moments matter to those they happen to,
Are defined by those they happen to -
And in the happening
Each soul makes its bright flash in the infinite dark,
Illumines itself in silent declaration
That it once was, and dared to be,
Despite the vanishing that follows.

     When all is said and over,
     It's perhaps best we measure ourselves
     Against the blazing stars and wheeling galaxies
     To find that we come out the larger 
     Than they in all their magnificence,
     In our tiny, burning brilliance.


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A Happy Cancer

A Happy Cancer
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Sadness invades a glowing life
Agitation of what comes next after the fact
The beginning of all ends in cancer’s strife
Life to death, we fear of the day to be exact

But there are chances to replace the peril
To yield oneself to the power of God’s glory
We live each day to the fate of going until
Hiatus for sometime and serve the hospice as another journey

A chance to mingle with relatives and friends
And share happy moments to tide over hardship
A chance to smile and express the beauty at its ends
And show positive outlook to thwart phantom of death

A chance to join the crusade to search for the cure
To talk and comfort other cancer patients
Bring back juvenile act to escape discomposure
And live with someone by your side to listen

Don’t wait but give a fight to survive
There is treatment by enduring chemotherapy
Or take the chance of trying other alternatives
Rather than living in the shadow of sympathy

Travel to places to meet your pleasure
Explore and challenge oneself to new horizon
That will give you space for new treasure
To prove your will that you can still join the marathon

Be inspired by the testimony of others
That there’s a chance to alter gloomy to glory
And if by heart, they live to stay another year
Let them be called not a survivors, but a cancer conquerors
In their smile we can see the triumph by winning each day
A happy cancer 


Written and posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site: 24 November 2009


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Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


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All We Have is Hope

I can feel the freezing fright and fear rattling in the marrow of my bones;
It immerses me.
I can feel the vexing uncertainty shrouding me like a black cloud;
It swallows me.
I can feel the baleful worry surrounding me like a pack of ravenous wolves;
It encircles me.
I can feel the awful dread welling and swelling up in me like a violent maelstrom;
It envelops me.
I can feel the cumbersome woe strangling me like a constricting python;
It entangles me.
I can feel the taxing stress crashing and breaking like tsunami waves on the shores of my mind;
It besets me.
I can feel the agonizing anguish beating my beleaguered soul to a bloody pulp;
It besieges me.
I can feel the terrible torment fomenting an emotional breakdown and upheaval;
It encompasses me.
I can feel the perplexing pain plaguing my heart with rancorous delight;
It inundates me.
I can feel the damnable distress torture every fiber of my being;
It binds me.
But I can also feel the wondrous spirit of Hope rising inside me like a spring of faith;
It strengthens me.

*Written for my dad who is now battling kidney cancer. All thoughts, prayers, good 
vibes and well-wishes are sincerely appreciated. Thank you <3 ~Chan 


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Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


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A Fathers Love and his Mistakes

I am all alone in this great big world
My destiny is being unfurled
I am responsible for my plight
And what I may do tonight

There is no one else to put my shame
Only me, myself, and I to blame
What did I do wrong you may ask
Only I can unburden my task

She is gone so you maybe you can see
Her lost dreams are my reality
She passed on an October day
Leaving my boy behind with me to stay

It is a daunting thing this boy of mine
Looks like his mother time after time
I love my boy he is much like me
I just want him to be happy

I have been told time and time again
That I need to reel my boy in
I don’t see that he is doing any harm
He has gone through hell, that’s his yarn

His mom’s dreams were so easy to see
She wanted the best for him and me.
I have a big guilt because she is gone
And left me the ability to carry on

I only wish that I would have done the same
A love like hers was hard to explain
I left her for another a long time ago
Before I knew about the cancer so you know

When the news came that she was ill
I really wanted to take a bunch of pills
Pills to ease my guilty pain
Of leaving the woman I loved out in the rain.

To my son, if you ever read these words of prose
Please take the time to ensure that everybody knows
That I loved your mother very much indeed
And you were the product of love not a misdeed

I sit here with a tear running down my face
Trying to find another to replace
The girl I loved more than anything at all
Except you my son, you are the apple

The apple of my eye the fruit of my loom
My entire existence is for you to bloom
Your mother and I are proud of you
And are happy you are succeeding in all you do.

Son I hope you will forgive me for things I’ve done
I have one life to live and mistakes can’t be undone
I hope I will be forgiven in the afterlife
And be reunited with your mother and my wife.

I hope your pain eases as you grow older
Never forget, but get bolder
You are almost a man in this big world
Please learn from my mistakes before you unfurl

Your mother and I will be waiting for you
With our arms wide open to rescue
Rescue you from this world of pain
To come live in heaven with us again


Duane LaChance Sr.  -  2012


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Ela-Jane!

Ela-Jane is two years old, she has cancer of the lungs!
Don't think this a tragedy, she's bright as the morning sun.
Chemo will last over a year, she's doing really great;
Doctors from around the world review her current state.

It's good to see her smiling face and the twinkle in her eyes,
To watch her skip and dance and play and hear her excited cries.
I know sometimes she's not too well, or even in the mood
To play with her toys, watch TV or even have some food.

At times like these it's very hard to be quite positive,
Hope and faith play their part but love is what we give.
Time is the measure of everything and fate will play its part,
But when you believe in miracles it soothes an aching heart!

There isn't a ready answer when children are very ill!
Some kids will soon recover, others never will.
Why do I tell this story? It's to help you understand:
The faith of a child is simple, they need us close at hand.


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Testing Times

My husband was diagnosed with cancer
It was an incredibly testing time for me
Now the surgery is over and he is cancer free

A blood test every three months should allay our fears
He will need to be tested regularly over the next two years
His test last week was negative – we let out a huge sigh

We now cherish every moment of each day
Cannot be complacent but just hope and pray
He remains cancer free forever and the demon has gone away

Jan Allison
9th April 2014


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Pushing Pink

The following poem is dedicated to my mother, a breast cancer survivor and an inspiration to me!

Pushing pink is no ordinary task---
No one wants to live in fear, behind a thick mask.
Tell me you love me if no one else does;
Think of me if you will just because.

Pink ribbons or not, accept my disease!
It's not hard to do when you're down on your knees.
Pray for my wellness, a life of hope and love;
Shower blessings upon me, the joy of a snow white dove.

Lay pink blankets upon me and put a pink bow in my hair---
Please take this cup from me, it's too much to bear!
You don't have to say goodbye, it's not the end.
Always think of me often as your one, true friend.

Pushing pink may be a difficult task;
Sometimes one must put on a thick mask.
Pray for my wellness, a life of hope and love;
Shower blessings upon me, the joy of a snow white dove.

c10/23/13  Julie Rasley

(for Poet Destroyer's Pinktober contest)


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Boobies

You take life from the deserving,
Strip strong women bare;
Tear a hole inside us,
Til we fear what might be there;

The lives you take are precious,
Though you discard them without thought,
Regardless of who they were,
You leave them all to rot;

You make us fear our bodies,
That which we should be proud;
Brilliant and beautiful women,
You leave off feeling cowed;

The disease you spread destroys us,
Cuts out our hearts and souls,
But the worse thing that you could do,
Is leave us feeling un-whole…


Tirzah Conway

~To Christina, she fell while fighting the Cancer battle~


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Prostitution is not ok

The only thing she knows is fast money,Sharing the honey of her tarnished hive, she has to survive. Man after man, digs in her crying land and leaves money at the end of the bed, the man was a stranger,during intercourse nothing was said. He leaves fast like the rest. She showers and gets dressed, another stranger is next. Behind the curtain she is really hurting, but she still entertains. She give so much of her,little remains. She has one kid with cancer and another kid is lame the other four needs attention the same. She loves them the same,to provide for them all, she works with out shame. Her stage name is candy her real name is many and she has a boy friend, who secretly takes her money, to sniff cocaine, his name is randy. She struggles to feed her kids, so every night she feeds eighteen men. Bright red lip stick on face, desperate for attention, see through clothes, I will not describe or further mention,heels click to alert.Perfume pleading for men. She takes any hand she can get,sadly enough that's not true. I hope one day the lord she will pursue. I pray he will provide and show her another way, to provide a meal for the day. I see her every day, what am I to say? I hope she will be ok ,prostitution is not ok.


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The Shattered Heart Of A Friend

She cried on the phone as she told me the news.
I listened as I put myself in her shoes.

This dear friend I've loved for thirty-five years.
We've shared some sorrow,some laughter,and beers.

The love of her life is now gravely ill;
a cancer with no cure and no magic pill.

His chance for recovery is very slim.
And she says she won't live a day without him.

So I packed my bags and I raced to her side.
I held her head in my arms as we cried.

We talked for hours deep into the night
I felt her release by the still morning light.

There's so much power in the love of a friend.
It can surely help a broken heart to mend.


By Deb Wilson
for contest"How to fix a broken heart"
sponsored by Michael J. Falotico


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The Boy at the Park contest

I met a teenage boy last night
He inspired me to write
His words penetrated my soul
He made me evaluate my purpose and goal
He asked me if God was real
Then why does his mom go out at night and steal
Why was his brother murdered at eighteen
Why is his biological father a crack fiend
Why are children in this world starving everyday
Why does God not here him when he prays
Why are so many people living without a home
Why does he always feel so alone
Why did he have to grow up in the hood
Why is his whole generation misunderstood
Why do babies die at birth
Why can’t he have any worth
Why did his friends backstab him tonight to commit a crime
Why is he alive is he just wasting his time
Why are Americans never satisfied
Why are Christians dying for their religious love and pride
Why was slavery allowed for so long
Why are so many people living wrong
Why do many teenage mothers now exist
Why are many children slitting their writs
Why are drugs so easy to find
Why does the government keep us blind
Why is there cancer and all types of disease
“Ms. Help me understand all this please”
I looked over at this boy while tears dripped off my face
My friend this world I admit is one crazy place
Many things God never wanted for the human race
But we are blessed to have his Amazing Grace
His love will never go away
Yet, many live in disarray
God gave us all free will
At this point his eyes started to spill
We were created with choices
we all have our own voices
Angels were created to do whatever God may say
Humans have the option to disobey
One day we will fully understand
God’s original master plan
Someday we will have the privilege to see
What God intended life to be
One day evil will forever be locked away
Many will have to eternally pay
One day all that was ever taken from you
God will reinstate and make bran new
One day in this life you will grow up and be
A man with morals, values and integrity
For your present pain will not be in vain
You’re going to break those generational chains
Your sorrow 
will help others survive their tomorrow
There are divine appointments and I believe you just had one
I know that in your pocket you have a loaded gun
I know where you have been
I promise you the dilemmas of your life, you will win!
Even when you fall
You can still fulfill your call
I must admit
You only fail if you quit
One day some teenager will ask you to explain
And you will remember this night and everything you have gained.


BY: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Dilemmas


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Lost Lover

Lost Lover

Regret clothes me like a winter blanket as you’re cold eyes pierce through my lies.
The feeling of loneliness has its powerful hands on me with no hope of escape. 
There is no going back, the past is written and my lies have printed our future.
The end is here and my mistakes are more than I can bear.

The taste of failure has left the after taste of helplessness. 
Guilt and neglect plague my life and the cancer of loss begins to grow.
What once was a story of love is now a tragedy played out before my eyes.
What once was a strong man is now reduced to a pleading child.

When hope is lost so is the life that once held it.
I place the blame on no one, the fault is mine.
The web of lies has trapped me inside an empty house.
With a broken heart and empty soul I sit and remember mistakes made.


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A Hospital Stay - Part V

                                                                  5.

                                                        The In-Between

     There, in the In-Between,
     No trumpets sound
     No beings clad in gold celestial fire
     Arrive as guides to the heart's desire,
          Only silence falls
     Throughout the velvet deep profound.
     At the In-Between,
          No Savior calls
     For there is naught but nothingness;
     An emptiness entire.

Strangely, I sensed myself suspended
In a nevertime of not-quite-being.

Such was the In-Between, where now I wandered.

As though it had always been,
I felt myself afloat, adrift
Upon some frigid river full of ice
Which had no source and knew no end,
That traveled 'round and 'round and back again upon itself
Rising and falling over distant hills and bearing me with it
- Or rather, what was left of me -
Along in its meaningless, endless circuit.

Nor dark nor light intruded.
Vision compassed only what might be envisioned,
Images forming and fading
Within the little cavern of my skull.

Voices without discernable words.
Murmmerings within the waters.

Something like a sword
Was lodged down my throat.
I gagged upon it, over and over;
Unseen hands would withdraw it, then shove it down again.

The main thought flickering in my head
As I lay in this place
Was of how I seemed to have become some frail remnant
Of whatever I once was.
No longer did I have that sense of flesh
Containing the shape of me,
Nor the feel of muscle, nor the bone beneath.
I felt I had somehow been rendered
Some modern scientific wonder,
A creature flayed alive yet living
In some embryonic form, possessed of such shape as it could claim
By virtue of a remaining mass of nervous tissue;
A minimalist miracle
Preserved in a nutrient bath by the power and will
Of a conclave of white smocked High Priests of medicine.

Strangest of all, perhaps
Was that this perception of my fate
Occasioned in me not horror, 
But rather a regretful sadness.
"What will they tell my wife?" I sighed in my mind.

     Yet, by slow degrees the feel of the outward world
     Stole in upon my little hell of shapelessness.
     The throbbing thing I seemed to have become
     Refleshed itself somehow,
     Though the sword in its throat remained.

Distant voices resolved into speech again,
And as they did I felt myself begin moving again
'Round and 'round as before, still on circuit
But no longer floating on ice.
Now, instead, I seemed lain on some unseen track
Circling through a low-roofed sandstone cavern.

When I passed the band of light 
That marked the faroff entrance of this cave,
I would hear the voice of that Boy Who Would Be Our King
Exhorting the Disunited Nations
To join his crusade to punish his chosen scapegoat
For an evil he had helped loose upon the world.
The long silences that followed his harangues
Revealed the skepticism of his audience.

     I could sense that a long roll call of the dead
     Would soon be scrolling past the world's collective eyes,
     Be his call accepted or no;
     This was for show, decisions had already been made.

I regained perception of how dangerous things were becoming out there,
Out there where I'd lost my way, to stumble into this place,
How long ago I could no longer recall.

I knew this to be its nature, though
And as well that this was where I belonged, Out There
Where the only source of peace or peace of mind
Was the hope we wove between ourselves
With threads of unstoppable possibilities
The human way spins for itself.

I knew where I belonged, and reached out for it.

     I came back to be within
     The folds of all I love
     To seek the mystic shine of life
     Expressed in friends, relations, wife
     Awaiting my return.
     I began to climb Above
     Back to where all hopes begin
     To where desires brightly burn
     Until their ash shines whiter than
     The purer feathers of the dove.


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Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


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Ball of Fire

Today is Doomsday.

Some believe today is Doomsday
Some say maybe the end of the year
However, do we really care?
How would the earth end?
In a ball of fire or 
would it swallow us up into puff of dust
in a matter of an hour..

I rather am buried under pile of snow.
Eternal Preservation "what a nice way to go

However do we have option in a world?
Where lunatics have taken over asylums
where deranged souls spreading like a social cancer 
Is doomsday  the answer..?


Details | Tanka | |

A Cyclist Under the Sun

Under the bright sun a cyclist zooming past all Tour de France his dream, on life's track he leaves behind the dreaded cancer disease. Lance Edward Armstrong taught us to dream for new life, cancer can be beat, awarness is most vital, so spread this message to all. ===========000==========


Details | Rhyme | |

Fight for life

The Fight for Life
As you approach this battle keep your head held high
Because faith and positivity will help you thrive
This fight is one where all of our family will be involved
No problem no illness approaches us that we cannot solve
You are a strong woman but together we will not be beat
You are not alone we will all keep you on your feet
These treatments will not be easy they will not seem possible to endure
Remember these treatments could be the only cure
We need you to fight this battle and accept our support
The courage to get through is something you cannot be taught
Courage comes from the deepest darkest place in your heart
But courage will shine through during the darkest of parts
Your strength is admired your smile is cherished and sweet
You have to believe that cancer is something you can defeat
Keep smiling and showing others that you have hope
That you are not afraid to ski down this very steep slope
We all believe in you and that you will conquer this war
When it all is over we will all value our lives so much more
I speak for the family when I say GOOD LUCK and STAY STRONG
We will be here beside you the whole way no matter how long


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Rockstar Ronan's eyes

Rockstar Ronan's eyes were as blue as the Caribbean.
They showed strength, and love.
And they made you feel a sense of ease.
As if letting you know things are okay.
So shocking how easy it is to see so much misery in a child's eyes.
But he wasn't one of them.
He had the courage to fight a waged war from cancer on him.
With no fear, he was ready.
He fought his best, but unfortunately lost in his mother's arms 3 days before his 4th birthday. 
But his eyes would have never have let you suspect he was ill.
They were playful, timid, sweet.
A gentle touch to warm a cold heart.
Nothing had ever made me feel as if the world didn't consist of any evil at all.
Looking into those eyes made me feel safe.
Made me want to make a difference.
I wish my eyes could hold the strength like his.


Rockstar Ronan is a real child that did pass last year.
You can find his mother's blog called 'Rockstar Ronan' or look up 'Rockstar Ronan' and he will pop up. You really should see those eyes. Also, Taylor Swift just wrote a song about him. Called 'Ronan' check it out. It will bring tears to your eyes.



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positioned in the path of Jesus

the position your life takes or how you position yourself in life
depends on how you live and if it lines up with Christ
have you positioned yourself where you connect with God?
have you positioned yourself where you can experience a change of heart?
have you position yourself where you can be accused of committing a crime?
where you might even wind up doing some hard time
location, location, location that's what it's all about 
have you positioned yourself so that God can work it out?
in the right place where you need to be 
in that place where of you God can see

there are many positions in life which one can attain
and one of those positions is the position of pain
the position of pain is one of which none can escape
the position of just living no matter which road one takes
the position of pain in inevitable and can also be blind
where something in life you didn't see coming kicks you in the behind
a man was born blind and the Pharisees asked, "who is to blame?"
Jesus said, "neither him nor his parents committed any sin or shame"
many things in life occur  just to give God all the glory
be it circumstances, situations, tragedies or triumphant stories
many things in life occur for a godly reason
it's not for us to question as it'll be revealed in due season
 
God has a plan for each and every person on this earth
some of us are formed in the way He desires from the moment of birth
for God can take a blind man and give him the gift of sight
God can take an injustice and somehow make it right
God can take the deaf and give them the power to hear
God can take the faint of heart and give them spirit of no fear
God can take the lame and give them the ability to walk
God can take a mute and give him the power to talk
positioned in the path of Jesus the Christ
no matter the situation He can make it right

He'll bless you with a job when your down to your last dime
He'll anoint you with a scholarship when your tuition is on the line
He'll put that cancer into remission
now in His path properly positioned
He'll touch your life in whatever way you need
His Holy Spirit will fill you with it's righteous seed
He'll heal you if you need to be healed
He'll open eyes so that truths will be revealed
He'll feed you if you're hungry and give you something to eat 
He'll clothe you if you're naked and even put shoes on your feet
Positioned in the path of Jesus as you travel this journey called life
in the right place just waiting for the presence of Jesus the Christ


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Cancer

It starts with one thing
and one thing always leads to another
I think he is indestructible 
Three forms of cancer can't stop my grandfather
Prostate Lung Pancreas cancers
Yet he fights them head on like a hammer
They say there is no cure
Could he have the answer
Can he win this fight
Can he master cancer
Can he win this race
Or will the cancer run faster
He doesn't ask for special treatment
No he just does what he can for his family
He doesn't listen to the doctor
He doesn't take chemo therapy
Doctors say he will die within months
Yet he lives on happily 
He goes through Hell
Yet he never shows it
I can't help but wonder how he does it
I pray no one else has to live through it
I wish I could understand how he feels
But the only way for that is to experience it
What is the meaning of courage
What is the meaning of strength
Is this the stuff of a legend
Or is this just having faith
Think about it
All your problems and only worrying about your family
Doing what ever it takes to make them happy
How much and what kind of love that must be


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Dancing is Life

-Inspired by Stephen King's 11/22/63

Unexpectedly, I see the newspaper
she's at least eighty now,
but still undeniably beautiful.
I will visit her;
maybe, somehow, she'll remember
how we danced.

I hoped that my love would remember me.
Heart to heart we have a connection,
our minds connected
Love never dies.

To travel back in time again to save her,
it would do no good, for
the past is stubborn.

So I stay where, in this time
the Land of Now
the Land of After
hoping she survived the cancer 
without my interference.

So here we are dancing again; 
She remembers but it's a faint memory,
like a dream; she recognizes me
and for a minute its all the same
how we danced.

The past is stubborn,
but right now
that's okay
because I have my love again.


-Caroline Youngless


Details | Lyric | |

Living Proof Of A Miracle

Living Proof Of A Miracle
	
God makes it happen…

	In 2005, I was insecurely denied…my dreams broken and heart shattered 
as the devil tried to work beneath overtime.  The doctor walked in and said, “I’m 
sorry but you have cancer.”  The thoughts in my mind left my body bruised and 
battered.
	In 2008, my condition went from moderate to severe.  I had to make a 
change; I decided to get saved.  My God then forgave…but the thoughts in my mind 
had me askin’, “Why is life worth livin?”  So I continued back down the road of 
insecurities and sinnin’…
	When 2009 came, the surgeon walked in, again, put his head down and 
looked back up at me…I just kept thinking, “What could it be?”  He said, “Sweetie, 
I’m sorry!”  Your cancer is going full blown and it can’t be healed.”  I let the tears fall 
as God caught them saying, “I know you know I’m real!”  “So turn to me and I’ll set 
you free, but I couldn’t turn yet cause’ I was so stuck on me.
	So here I was in 2010, stuck with an illness, loss of a job, sleepless and 
fearful nights, and sickly sobs…sometimes it takes a disaster to come into your 
home, trying to break down your state of mind and get into your soul.  This 
darkness that surrounded me, was feeling much too cold.
	So, I prayed for a new direction, and they sat and prayed with me…On 
August. 11, 2010 the surgeon walked in with tears in his eyes and said, “Honey, 
you’re free…I gave my life to him.  God has healed my cancer and he can heal you 
just the same.  No matter what the situation, just be sure to have full faith.

	For I am, living proof of a miracle…



By: Aleasha A. Martin


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Audacity

My elementary school was a box full of broken crayons. 
You know, the kind that no one likes to use because they fit inside your hands like a hug that lasts three seconds too long. 
Me and my classmates wore 
hand-me-down smiles. 
They were too big for our faces. We figured that eventually we would somehow grow into the sound of our own laughter, put on our happiness like gloves and wear our skin as if our bodies were made by Louie Vuitton, just hoping to be more than tattered pages ripped from the torso of coloring books.
More than the aftermath of two runaway trains headed to the same direction. Our parents drove their affection without insurance, and we are just head on collisions with no coverage. We got shattered windshields for eyes, and tongues made out of safely glass held together by super glue. It’s no wonder we spoke broken English. 
With an entire orchestra drowning inside our throats, veins like guitar strings, our voices cracked like the self esteem of single mothers who carried us in their wombs like Molotov cocktails, and prayed that we would somehow find a way to mature into land mines
exploding underneath the feet that have trampled them for too long. These women, they dream in a language only fully understood by the tiles of an abortion clinic on a busy afternoon.
They raised us on top of broken promises made by men with grape jelly in their spines who were too busy jamming to their own 
two-cent mix tape that they chose over their priceless women.
We didn’t come with a screwdriver. There is no picture on our box to show you what we should look like when this all is over.
We were just put into this world with a note that read 
“Some assembly required.”
We were built inside of a neighborhood that looked as though it was slowly loosing a fist fight to cancer and kemotherapy claimed all of it’s dreams.
You see at a young age I was told that no matter how much furniture you move with a Honda Civic, it’ll never be a pick up truck 
but have you ever wanted to be more than what you were made for?
Was there ever moment in your life when all you wanted was to be more than the wounded options that circumstance has nailed to your shoulders? 
People question why we even have the audacity to breathe. That’s why when we walk it looks as though we are apologizing for our lungs.
But we ate not sorry for living this loudly.
It’s the only way we know how.


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Not Cancer

‘Cancer is not for me!’ June screamed 
This is the nightmare that she dreamed
Staring at her reflection in the mirror
For this to happen is her worse fear

Maintaining her attractive thin waist
Dressing in style with impeccable taste
Mountain hiking working up a heart rate
An all-natural healthy diet she ate

Alaska where air is clean winter is wet 
More than unlikely for her to expect 
Anything other than feeling her best
Certainly not a lump on her breast

For her family it was devastating to hear
For her it was sad and crystal clear
Now a soul lost in the feeling of doom
On a gray cloud not present in the room

Opening a brewery her new life adventure
A future of health and wealth not cancer
Married her true love career on the rise
Onlookers see peace and love in their eyes

June and Stephen’s love is concrete
Because of their bond this will be beat
Forget lost hope forget lost faith
With each other cancer has no face

Their true love will conquer and destroy
With positive thought it will bring back joy
Remember the indisputable power of each kiss
And all that will remain in the future is bliss






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Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


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Leaving

I hate it
Knowing you might not stay
It's eating your 
Life away
Sucking you up
Like a black whole
Taking in everyone you know.
I hate it
Living on
Wondering,
If you'll be gone
God has made his choice,
We cannot share,
what this cancer is,
because I do not know
If you can stay


Details | Rhyme | |

BURSTING BALLOONS

Bursting balloons spew cancer confetti
Leaving one sick and frail
Consuming cells; there’s fever, one’s sweaty
One’s skin is dry and pale

As mossy tentacles destroy their host
While creating beauty of form
Cancer consumes human tissue for growth
Now battle the oncoming storm!

The evil aggressor invades one’s cells
Traveling an erratic path
The surgeon’s scalpel leaves empty shells
Increases one’s helpless wrath.

Seal one’s sites of nourishment
Deny the craving raider
Their are years ahead yet to be spent
Not hosting the cell invader.


Details | Free verse | |

Sitting With the Tears

I’m crying and not sure why
 
sitting here listening to
 
Jimmy Buffett of all things
 
I guess it takes me back to a
 
simpler time
 
When my toughest decision was
 
how many used cd’s to buy
 
And not should I cut off
 
one of my breasts or
 
two
 
But at least I have the choice
 
and I have the chance
 
to fight
 
Which is more than a lot of
 
people can say
 
So, I will sit with
 
the tears
 
And thank God that
 
I’m alive
 
to be crying them


Details | Free verse | |

Each Day Is A New Beginning

Softly,
Arrives illumination of day,
Exposing morning's dew.
As a cancer survivor,
Each day portends a new beginning;
So how could it not be a great day,
For I'm alive!
Alive, without complications,
Aside from one recurring cloud,
Which must be frequently ushered from thought,
And back into the dormancy of my psyche.
For thirty-two, years,
Doubt, has been foreign, self pity, non existent.
As for questions of why my existence,
This much I know, God, has not overlooked me.
I see only insignificant accomplishments,
While God, fathoms what I will yet do.
Possibly a thought yet unpinned
For one individual's contemplation.
My life's folio, it's true,
Others could have surpassed,
Still, I am honored,
That God has selected me for His quill.








































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INNOCENCE

Yesterday was innocence, 
I was healthy, fine
At today's diagnosis meeting
They said, "There’s tissue not benign"

I don't feel changed; I am the same
With stress my strength is spent
In endless spiraling wondering...
About future events

Are changes imposed?  Warranted?
Should I tell my friends to reveal?
How can I think and talk about 
What to me is not yet real?

Intrusive tests scheduled each day
I submit 'tho I abhor
Technicians' tough and callous ways 
As my fears they just ignore

I submit without a murmur 
As physicians plan and direct
A regimen lacking nurture
Radiations killing affect

Destroy cancer cells precisely 
Leave others whole and intact
My system is prodded; jolted
Uncertain how to react

Funny 'tho; the sun's still bright, 
I smell the grass to calm
The flowers bloom, people come to love
As though to block the harm

I discover a legion of friends
Processing thoughts the same
We live with uncertainties wondering
Who there is to blame?


Details | I do not know? | |

WITH ALL OUR PRAYERS

       "WITH ALL OUR PRAYERS"
With all our prayers and all our love.
A blessing sent from our Lord above.
The cancer's are shrinking but not by much.
Our Lord placed his hands with his healing touch.
We pray to our Lord to make the cancer go away.
So Benny and Ashley don't have to pay.
   We send our love to you each day.
   Our Lord listen's to what we pray. 
                       Teresa Skyles


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

Kindness inspired by kindness
   People respond to it
Allowing there hearts to be free
    Even if for only a moment
Being human;having compassion
    From donating to Childern Cancer fund
     To feeding a homeless man
We are human feel free
   Release the compassion in you heart
Know the feeling and
   You will want it all the time
We are people of words
   We write of love and compassion
   Exactly what world needs
Through our words and action
   We can share it
There is Hope
   I have seen and felt it


Details | Rhyme | |

INNOCENCE

Yesterday was innocence,
I was healthy, vital, fine
Today’s diagnosis meeting
Said my tissue’s not benign

I don't feel changed; I am the same
Stress causes strength to be spent
In endless spiraling wondering...
About my future events

Are changes imposed?  Warranted?
Should I tell my friends and reveal?
How can I think and talk about 
What to me is not yet real?

Intrusive tests scheduled each day
I submit 'tho I abhor
Technicians' tough and callous ways 
My fears they simply ignore

I submit without a murmur 
As physicians plan and direct
A regimen lacking nurture
Radiation’s killing affect

Destroy cancer cells precisely 
Leave good ones whole and intact
Systems prodded and jolted
Uncertain how to react

Funny 'tho; the sun's still bright, 
I inhale smells of grass to calm
The flowers bloom, people come to love
As though to lessen the harm

I discover a legion of friends
Processing thoughts the same
Pondering thru uncertainties
Wondering who there is to blame?


Details | Light Poetry | |

The death of Sadness

The deadly pains of sadness
A severe kind of madness,
From my head to my toes
Puts added pressure to all my woes.

Like cancer that spread to my every bone
Like arthritis it felt, turning me into stone,
It followed me everywhere, like a tall dark shadow
It almost turned me, into a lonely widow.

Desperation made me think that the end was near
Had to find an alternative to end my fear,
Paranoia I found, was my middle name
Had to kill it still, which was the main game.

Slowly but surely I poisoned it down
Until there was no more course to drown,
The sudden perception I had of happiness
Impregnated with joy gave rise to my completeness.

I gave birth to a new bundle of bliss
The special moments to come, I don’t want to miss,
Every blessing to be counted, that’s given from above
My antidote for sadness is a whole lot of new Love.


Details | Narrative | |

Catacombs

Webs of the fallen
Welcome me
To these stone halls
Where the dead walk free

The path below my step
So creek
Alert the dead
To make groans weak

I see my father
Laid dead and bare
I’d shed a tear
But no soul would care

I see my mother
Down proud and strong
Never I cry
But I will play her song

I see a daughter
A girl I once knew
Her car crashed on the ice
And with her I flew

I see a son
A mind beyond its age
Loved him as a brother
Ending cancer took him that day

This murk, these catacombs
All death is but a lie
Amongst these decaying hearts
Their loving memories reside

Finally death is here
To send me on my way
If I only a question to give
Is the world okay?

Death lightly said to me
The world is weary and proud
Its souls are full of dread 
And are covered in my shroud

But surprised I am still
Your hope is all around
It is larger than my will
And muffles my every sound

You have lived a life so long
But welcome to my land
I’m sorry if this welcomes wrong
We have many a man

Now I walk so willingly
From this world to the next
But happy I am still to see 
My love for life was yearly met


Details | Epic | |

Read The Book

Alone she sat upon a bench, her chest heaving with a multitude of sobs, her tear 
stained face in her hands prevented her from seeing the man who sat beside 
her. "My child, why do you cry" She told him to leave her alone, that he wouldn't 
understand. He pulled from his pocket a shiny book, and said, "please read the 
book, it will make all your tears and heartache disappear"
She took the book and opened it, she saw children with inflated stomachs filled 
with air from starvation, she saw deformed children being born everywhere. She 
quickly turned the page and saw people dying with cancer and aids, saw 
soldiers returning from war with no limbs. Quickly she turned to another page 
where she saw gardens of majestic beauty, families eating and playing together, 
a newborn suckling upon his mothers breast, she lingered on these pages for 
some time before she went on. The next page she saw people relating to each 
other, sharing emotion, thoughts and feelings, hugging and nodding in 
agreement. Feeling a lot better, she turned to the last page and saw the mans 
picture, there was a halo above his head, and she asked, what is the name of 
the book and are you GOD?, "no" he replied, I am your inner soul and the book is 
just simply, POETRY


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Six Feet of Life

You all stood silent
as they lowered my body down.
Tears fell from women cheeks
silently 
as my body reached its sacred ground.
I prayed for you to smile in belief
Remember with God above I feel no grief.
I made the choices 
I made them with ease.
so don't you cry for me I am begging you please.
In the end I had lessons learned.
These six feet of dirt 
are the result of what I had earned.
She stood alone
as they all walked away.
Looked to her child
and began to pray.
God if you are there
please let her know I really do care.
Tell her I love her and I wish her peace.
Tell her I prayed for her release.
Oh and God,
Tell her I love her and always will.
Tell her shes the one that taught me to feel.


Written for my mother in 1999 when I was diagnosed with cancer and lived to 
hear her myself, as she and only she tried to understand.


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"CANCER"

My body has begun to feel so strange.
The way I see myself is starting to change.
When I open my eyes the sickness is there.
The cancer has stolen all of my hair.
I cannot eat and I've gotton so weak.
My words are twisted and I can hardly speak.
My family say's don't give up it's not the end.
Cause the love I feel is what they send. 
It's not time for the lord to take me away.
Prayers,faith and love gives me alot more days.
                 Teresa Skyles   July 30, 2010
This was inspired by a dear ex son-n-law who was diagnosed
with cancer and is still fighting with it all our prayers are with him.


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Pretty

My tinny girl
Let me taking you to your mother's side
She's worrying about  you
Since the last Flowery Festival
Let us bring her happiness and joy

Stop searching broken dreams
In those dirty alleys of New York's alleys
Your mother is waiting
In the Brickfield of Texas

Come to your daddy
He's dying and cancer is eating both of them
Come home at once without any regret 
We are going to take you back
We're going to forgive you

Let's give
That child
A hearty home.


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Just One Day

I wonder if there's ever been
A day without a death
A day when no one dug a grave
Or took their final breath

When no one had to say goodbye
To a loved one who had passed
Just one day when no one died
A day that wasn't their last

A day when all the whole wide world
Has said no sad farewell
No one leaving this world behind
For Heaven or for Hell

No wars to take a child away
With a mother left in tears
No murders, wrecks or suicides
No cancer dying fears

Just one day is all I ask
A day when no one dies
A day when no one feels the pain
That comes with those goodbyes


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' Jennie - Pennie (My Big Sister)

Everywhere I Look … I See Jennie
Short, Red-Hair and a Smile, So Bright and Pretty
Jeanette … my Older, Big Sister… I Wish I was More Like Her…
        … My Dear Jennie … My Sweet Jennie …

Treated me like I was Her Baby … That was Jennie
Helped me to be a Real-Lady … Just like Jennie
Taught me how to Share and just how to say my Prayers …
        … Jennie … Great Lady Jennie

She was in Her Early Adult Years and I was Young Too
… when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
            … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
        I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                … Oh Jennie … Loving Jennie …

In that Cold-Clinical-Room … Lay Jennie
She Would Be Leaving Soon – God ! … Not Jennie !
She asked me, ‘Did She Fulfill … God and Our Mama’s Will …?’
        Yes, You Did Jennie… I Said You Did Jennie !

… She was in Her Late, 40-Years, but Still, Much Too Young To…
… Like when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
                     … Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
                    I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
                           … Oh Jennie … I Love Jennie …

When I Wrote This Song … I was Missing Jennie
God … We Can’t Believe She’s Gone … I Loved Jennie
        Jennie-Pennie … You Kept Your Promise…
                  Mama Will Be Proud of Us…

… May Jesus, Call Jennie … When The Time Comes, Please Call Jennie
          Lord Call Jennie … Lord Call Mama … and Then Lord Call Me …

            Jennie, Left Loved Ones... February 29th, 1992 …
          I hate Leap-Years Now …. ‘til I Leap of Faith to You …
                     … Cancer … is Not A Loving Word ! ! !
                             Will It Be The Last I Heard ? …


                      In Memory of my Beloved Sister
                                        Jeanette


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This Cancer Thing

I lie here awake,I just
can't sleep.
The things,I think about,
are just too deep.

I pray to God,my soul
to keep.
I should look,before I
leap.

I tossed and turned,
and tried my best.
I really did Lord,try
to rest.

I thought and thought,
I must confess.
I just failed your very
best test.

This cancer thing,
isn't that easy.
It makes my stomach 
very queasy.

I get so tired and weak
I just can't speak.
By the end of the week,
I have reached my peak.

I have so much ,I need
to do.
But, most of it Lord,I do
for you.

I need a break, for every
ones sake.
My soul is not ready for
God to take.

So,please bare with me,
and help me fight this
thing.
Into my life,peace you
will bring.


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Pink Ribbons and White Fluff

(Pink Ribbons and White Fluff)

Bright blue skies with 
Brilliant white pillows of fluff, 
Set the stage that glorious day.
 
Friends lined the streets 
To cheer her on 
Her Mom watched 
From the comfort 
Of her hospital room.

Tatum's heart was filled 
With the passion to run.
 
She set her goals 
High that day.
Even the strength 
Of ten men might 
Not have won 
On that day, 
The humidity 
Was high.
 
She didn't have 
The heart to lose.
She'd have to race 
Up her flesh 
Engine very high
And then shift it 
Swiftly to cruise 
In order to win 
This zealous race.
 
Her Mother's blues 
From the challenges 
Of breast cancer
Gave her the 
Enthusiasm 
To run for the 
Advancement of 
Boobs that day.
 
Her mother had the 
Courage to kick the 
Booze years ago,
But breast cancer 
Was not as easy.
 
Tatum's chance 
For raising the funds
For the advancement 
Of breast cancer research 
Was her main focus,
That bright glorious day.
 
It would be an honor 
To help find a cure
For such a ruthless 
Disease that women 
Succumb to yearly.
 
Warm streams of tears
Mixed with salty sweat 
And tangy Gatorade 
Decorated her 
Face that evening,
When she was 
Presented with a 
Check and a bright 
Pink ribbon trophy.
 
She placed second 
In the race,  
But that 
Was a start.
 
The smile on 
Her mother's face
Was what really 
Filled her heart with 
White marshmallow 
Fluff that glorious night.
 
 
 


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Trip to the Heaven Hotel

Hello, there
How you doing?
Good, I hope
Now, I am going to tell you of the tale
About the woman who set sail for the Heaven Hotel

Now, this lady was no ordinary lady
Why, you could even say she had a touch that was heavenly
This lady would have to be my good old Granny 
Now everyone loved my Granny,
But some things loved her in way 
That makes you want to stay away
For you see, She had a terrible cancer who wouldn’t leave her be.

As hard as she fought,
The mean old cancer would not leave her be
Now, She fought long and hardly,
But that dang old cancer won eventually
She passed away, in a very sad way

On top of the big sea, she sailed tenaciously,
Some say she sailed like a pirate at open sea
Until she finally got to the place when Heaven be
And surely as can be, next to J and G was waiting my uncle Billy
Just waiting to see that she make it into Heaven safely

She mounted with him on a horse that was so heavenly,
As rare and fair as you would ever see
Helping her arrive just in the nick of time
So she could say, Mother I have arrived at the Heaven Hotel


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Jesus and the angels

Two days before Christmas Eve in New York City.
A little girl named Hope had the heart of a giant at the age of seven years old.
Hope and her loving parents where all together decorating the Christmas tree.
Hope asked her mother, “Mommy will I ever see Jesus and all the angels”.
“One day when it’s your time”, said her mother.
“It would be nice to visit grandma again”, said Hope.
Her mother told her, “You know she’s always looking down on you”. 
“Really”, she asked her father with a big smile.
That night Hope woke up with a stomach ache.
“Daddy, daddy my tummy is hurting again”, Hope cried to her father.
He told her, “Alright let’s get some medicine from the cabinets”.

A little while later Hope got really sick. 
She was taken to the nearest hospital.
The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
Running tests over and over.
Still nothing showed up on the screen until they x-rayed on her stomach.
Finally an answer was found, but a cure was not.
It was all too late for little Hope.
She had developed cancer and it was on the final stage.

Any moment would be time for her to go.
Her parents cried in deep sorrow, thinking how to tell their child that she’s going to 
die.
Hope’s parents walked in the room trying fighting the tears from their eyes.
They asked their daughter, “Sweetie do you remember about the place called 
heaven?”
“That’s were God lives”, Hope said
Her father said, “Well pretty soon you’re going to take a trip there”.
She asked, “Will I get to meet Jesus and all the angels?”
Tears began to rolling down their eyes as they hugged their little girl goodbye.



The funeral was held on a beautiful Sunday morning.
Hope’s mother couldn’t bear the pain any more.
The next night she had a dream about her daughter.
“Mommy I’m coming to tell you that I love you”, Hope said.
She continued, “I know you miss me when you cry but forever I will always be with 
you”.
“Tell daddy I love him too and grandma sends her love”.
“I got to meet all the angels and even Jesus too”.
“It’s almost time for me to go back”.
“Don’t worry about me because now grandma and I are watching over you”.


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Brother Waldo

I can't recall each word you said
when you visited me on that day.
I do recall the love you shared
That helped me on my way.

On an old half torn envelope
salvation's plan you drew.
Thirty years now have passed
possess this still, it's true. 

A memento of a time gone by
of a Savior I'd just claimed.
Of a Godly man showing concern
Brother Waldo he was named.

I had accepted Christ, just days before
Reinforcement was now my need.
I still thank God, that you came by
and for my soul did intercede.

The cancer that my body had
a life filled with sin and shame.
By God's own hand had been removed
now I'm praising His holy name.

Fully aware of it being my last chance
in God's work I now aspire
For God had finally struck the match
God, had set my fields on fire.




























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Physical Features

Why do you judge others by features
you can only see
Everyone is different
That's the way we are suppose to be

If you think I have wrinkles now
Just wait till I get old
Beauty is all your looking for
I am not a timeless mold

I'll need dentures
With the rest of the female bloodline
But I know what I'm made of
My heart is all mine

I stand tall
A simple 5'8"
One hundred and twenty six pounds
Is perfect weight

I have golden red hair
I thank my mother for
I look pretty good for forty
You insult me no more

I am a cancer survivor
Been on more drugs than you can count
I have a will to live
Hatred never mounts

When you see
Who I am, not what I was
You will be the one crying
Just because...

You judged my physical features.