"To let your limbs rove once again
To feel the silver sighing rain,
And let breaths wander one more time
To smell the heavens as they climb,
Is all that I can wish for you.
Remember, there's so much to do,
So many paths of treasured worth
Forward on, to taste charmed earth.
Allow bold faith a journey free
From weak health,there's recovery.
So let reflected beauty glow
With courage, life's gifts overflow
That is all that I can wish for you;
Do not forget a spirit true
Then hike the top as sun goes down,
Until the moonlit days all drown.
So many prayers bloom inside
Keep flourishing, and never hide
In liquid golden evensong,
On tallest hill ,there you belong,
Where stardust waits in patient lines
For every feeling life defines.
And as my smiles greet yours, anew
God's healing is my wish for you."
Isaiah Zerbst's My Wish For You
~Dedicated to my close friend, Rina,
who is in remission from cancer. Her passion
is mountain-climbing, which she still pursues~
Tonight I found a letter on my doormat
It was addressed to me – oh fancy that
I opened it and it does say
Please come for a mammogram one Monday
My heart sank like an enormous stone
With sinking spirits, I let out a huge moan
They take one of your very precious ‘norks’
Clamp it so hard your eyes pop out on stalks
Then leave you imprisoned and take a pic
Tell you it may be uncomfortable – just a little bit
They lied, they lied, they blooming lied
I found it so painful I could have cried
Oh joy of joys now they must do the other side
One boob squashed like a pancake, the other I want to hide
But they get you quick before you can escape
They need to scan both boobies there can be no mistake
Men and women can BOTH get breast cancer
Checking your breasts regularly is the answer
15th September 2014
I wish I could walk without feeling pain
I wish I could live my life again.
I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle with nothing to fear.
I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things and yet I can wish.
I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.
I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot my vaccination had not been done.
I can sit here and daydream day after day and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how
I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.
But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.
Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.
I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not suddenly feel old.
I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty
I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.
Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.
A is for Avocado, the creamy, green nutritious fat.
B is for Berries, the fruit that keeps your tummy flat.
C is for Chia, most nutrient-dense of all the seeds.
D is for Dandelion - it's more than just a pesky weed!
E is for Eggs, the perfect snack to keep you lean.
F is for Flax - to sprinkle lightly on your greens.
G is for Ginger, the spice that fights off germs and soothes.
H is for Honey, nature's cure for the sweetest tooth.
I is for Iodine - from salt, it keeps your thyroid sound.
J is for Jalapeno, the red-hot kick to melt those pounds.
K is for Kale - to be lightly steamed without the stem.
L is for Lettuce, its popular and crunchy friend.
M is for Milk, for sparkling teeth and sturdy bones.
N is for Nuts - a handful and your tum won't groan.
O is for Oats, fiber-filled and gluten-free.
P is for Pistachios, sly cholesterol's enemy.
Q is for Quinoa, the complete protein that fills you up.
R is for Raisins - a ton of iron in a quarter cup.
S is for Salmon, the oily fish with omega-3.
T is for Tomatoes, nature's very own sunscreen!
U is for Udon, the pasta you can eat guilt-free
V is for Vinegar - it makes dressings low in calories.
W is for Water, which hydrates to de-bloat your gut.
X is for Xylocarp, a fancy term for coconut.
Y is for Yogurt, the probiotic masterpiece.
Z is for Zucchini, which lowers risk of heart disease.
Your body is a temple, I'm sure you've all been told,
So fill it up with healthy foods, and you'll grow young - not old!
(P.S. In case anyone doesn't know, "Quinoa" is pronounced "keen-wah")
For Cyndi's "Z is for Zaria" contest
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
A feller went to the doctor's office 'cause he wasn't feelin' well.
The doctor said, "You ain't lookin' all that swell, this I can tell!"
He had a banana stuck in his right ear and a celery stalk in his left!
From his nose dangled a pair of carrots thus leavin' him quite bereft!
The doc without further examination relieved him from his plight,
Sayin', "You gotta change yer eatin' habits! You're not eatin' right!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet,
no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets.
No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms,
no laudanum doses sweeping minds like a broom.
Now its pretentious centers deluxe
brazenly charging big bucks
for twenty-eight days of schmoozing
to turn off the boozing,
and swallowing mega-vitamin pills
to ward off the chills,
or sit in circles with stories to tell
from like-minded survivors of hell.
More humane we're trying to be
even offering treatment for free
but it is still a choice at any cost.
To choose a sober life or, to an early death be lost.
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.
Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.
When death came, I declared that I could not leave soon
For I had not seen the summer flowers in bloom
Starting them from just a seed back when there was still snow.. white
As they began maturing, I could tell each one on sight
Just large enough to be transplanted that spring day
The blooms were visible in thought only, in May
The angel came in early morn to take me by the hand
I bid him let me stay because my life was just sand
Now I have a new responsibility here
Down where the flowers bloom and to me are so dear
Life is not just about the house, washing the dishes clean
It's about love, our fellowman; only a few I've seen
Thank you death angel for letting me stay that day
I'll give this life that I've got left the best day's pay
My very favorite thing in this life
To simply sit and talk with my wife
About our day or perhaps the past
Planning ways to make the future last
We are beyond desire and lust
Our loves more about friendship and trust
Mornings we share our coffee and toast
Night we cuddle who we love the most
To others eyes it’s amazing to see
To us it’s simply how life should be
She worries because I’m always so ill
Proud I never let it break my will
My mission is clear; journey is true
She motivates me in all I do
I fear my health is slipping away
Getting hard to make through a day
Honestly, I don’t know if I could
Without her love I doubt if I would
Lately, I feel as though I may die
Things are happening, I don’t know why
What makes me strive to do my best?
It’s for my wife I must pass this test
My favorite thing to do in this life
To simply sit and talk with my wife
Wow, that made me cry! All at once
my blood sugar has just started falling
off the charts. By that I mean with a
completly full stomach it will just drop
to 60. They are going to start running
test today. Sorry about the poem. I sat
to write a happy poem, however, in the
ways that matter it is happy. At least I
never have to face these crisis alone.
I love you all. For Farrah's contest.
A Prayer for my Wife
Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here
I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say
I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you
Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas
I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more
And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations
But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife
And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead
And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.
I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand
I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again
And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’
I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace
And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
I confess I've been known to partake
Straight icing sans chocolate cake
I concede I shall never be lean
Pouring fudge without the ice cream
It's apparent my tool-shed doth grow
Baked cookies? Just gimmie the dough
It is rumored that I often spread
Peanut butter and jam (hold the bread)
From grandma I would often cajole
A sugar rush direct from the bowl
(Rejecting her kit for caboodle
Choosing filling minus the strudel)
I eat healthy! Want some examples?
Pay-Days contain protein that's ample
Orange Slices provide Vitamin C
Milky-Ways furnish Vitamin D
Cavities?...My molars are mature
Cholesterol?...I concur (THAT'S for sure)
Gotta change before damage is nigh
Take a walk? Um, later, Honey-Pie...
The day he took me to Starbucks
I figured I was gaining in luck
Then all he did was complain
How the coffee wasn't humane
It wasn't fit for human comsumption
The tasty treat was dry, their gumption
In serving such unpalatable treat
Oh well, another date now unsweet
Starbucks I still love you even though
Have to get decaffeinated coffee drink slow
Nathan thanks for the challenge
Contest: Coffee House
Bland, the colors of the fall
inside the stone and pastel wall
gentle beeps and colored wires
the casters creak; the beds on tires.
Leafless air and plastic light
intrusions through a starless night
mechanics of the flesh intend
to find a way to winter's end.
Outside, a bold October sky
sweet breath of fall is passing by
loosing brilliant leaves to dance
their final resting left to chance.
The deck's been dealt, the final card
should fall with cheerful disreguard
Yet, I find I'm ever vexed
and endless, comtemplate what's next.
Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs
When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss
Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground up junk
My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore
So such is the life of this senior type dude
Head for the washroom, each time I eat food
Food disappears like famous greased lightning
Or I sit there for hours, really quite frightening
Irregularity's my name, I'm Irreg for short
Hope an operation, I don't have to resort
An artificial esophagus transplanted in me
So I can go regular like it once used to be
Oh for the days when I could eat all that junk
Those days are gone, who woulda thunk
That one day I'd be eating my morning cereal
Laced with Metamucil or some such material!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
Rebirth and Recovery
As I sit in the waiting room of my physician
I contemplate my life’s position
I think of many nights of wizardry and magic
when all it was, was as a life so tragic
I felt as life had just begun
staying high was so much fun
I was young-felt that time was on my side
but time is a funny thing, you see it never stops,
this I confide.
It seems to me that 20 years passed overnight
my youth stolen by a thief in the night.
The thief I speak of is not man or animal,
but an affliction,
You see, it’s a disease called addiction.
It rakes you in with promises of women,
riches and fame,
but when you’re all used up, all you’re left with
is guilt, remorse and shame.
So here I sit in the office of my physician,
listening to him tell me my life’s condition
and how I’m supposed to die of this affliction,
as I choose to live once more.
James David Rider
Thank you all for indulging me, this was written by husband, who doesn't write poetry, not
until now, and I feel it's something that needs to be gotten out there so here is the first step.
A dog's, if not a doc's, good nose
is good enough to diagnose.
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands.
One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised.
This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise.
They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made.
With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed.
Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air
Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer
I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request
Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request
That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life
Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
1 p.m., shards of glass-brittle sunshine
struggle weakly through the window;
light like spun glass strikes plastic
as you briskly slot phial upon phial:
two yellow-capped, one mauve, one grey.
Your fingers tense, tightening the tourniquet,
and my skin tingles taut, the strangled vein swelling -
the colour of a washy blue winter sky
bulging to burst its raindrops.
Whitewashed walls reel, woozy with winter's anaemia,
and the radiatorless room is needle-sharp with cold.
I blench as the needle pierces blanched polar pallor
and you coax a scarlet stream from snowdrift skin;
siphoning the hot rubies of my raw life.
for Andrea's SF contest
The pill in sticky sweaty hands doth lie
Full of importance doesn't know why
The route finder has decided the journey, commencing.
via the saliva gland which wets the pill they're dispensing
Along the path from the pharynx where you are swallowed
Taking the A road to the oesophagus where pushing is allowed
Until it reaches journeys end the main line station of stomach
Then on to many branch lines being dispersed to enact
Have you realised which pill is the be all and end all of your being
What is the name of this important maker of good feeling
The Happy Pill, if your happy nothing else is of importance
Happiness is and Happiness does, with abundance.
Pill of Life Contest
She wakes and each morning is begun
With a salutation to the sun
Only one of many asanas
A meditation mantra she says
Benefits to the spirit and mind
In the yoga practice are combined
Other workouts leave us tired and sore
Sense of wellbeing yoga restores
Jogging and weight lifting not for her
To a total wellness she defers
Laughter and smiles add to yoga’s charm
Commune with Hadji to keep from harm
*For Tahera's contest
< Driving along in my automobile
Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals
Should I stop or should I just Go !
Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !
But what if that was me
Crying out with such pitty
Not knowing where to get next meal
Three kids crying at worn out heels
Cardboard boxes to call our home
Dumpster diving for pieces of foam
Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
Opened wallet and gave him alot
A nice twenty came on out
Wiped out was his sadden pout
Drove by an hour later
Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter
Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
Just hope he finds a better suitable home
Intuition has a forceful voice
It speaks aloud, though makes no noise
No fear, no anger, not hot nor cold
A spiritual encounter within the soul.
Instinct walks a different plain
An experience related, alert refrain
Fear or joy might mark its course
Sharp hidden probes might give it force.
The mental is the strongest link
It controls and rules the way we think
Thought tries to oust out all the rest
It attempts to enforce, what it thinks best.
Emotion’s the spontaneous part
No grid, no goals, no weather charts
If in need to cry, to laugh, or scold
It frees itself from the mental mould.
The physical is oft the one deprived
For the mental takes it for a ride
Don’t drink nor eat, no time to sleep,
All bodily needs are trite and weak.
Life could be a kinder friend
If we’d but listen, and not pretend.
For our pieces should all synchronize
One can’t undermine, the other’s size.
two people telling their stories
one fighting, one worries
warm breath shifts into white clouds
cancer’s death a freezing shroud
I listened to the both of them
their trust a private gem
I felt their huge and intimate fears
while walking on both saw my tears
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012
GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt..... <3
Contest Judged: 12/17/2012 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver
5 Living contrasts Ellie Daphne van Stralen
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained.
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head.
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made.
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled.
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite.
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
Hate does not nearly explain what one feels
When "cancer" strikes and life's joys it steals
Randomly it comes to the young and old
So often before life's stories are told
God's reasons cannot be understood
Faith commands the bad and the good
I sit by his bedside and hold him tight
Easing his passing with all of my might
Sometime soon we may find the answer
To this horrible scourge called cancer
Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.
God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.
Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.
Query the way you see things now;
Know pulse of play as light endows.
Query the feel you seem to feel;
Know a grand will primes your free will.
Query the path you claim default;
Know primal stuff that humours malt.
Query the sense you bring to bear;
Know present tense in toil and fare.
Query the style you pick for gain;
Know easy smile that joy sparks plain.
Query the choice you frame with tact;
Know succinct voice that spurs sure act.
Query the play you fling with zest;
Know patient stay in lively quest.
10 Apr 2014
Dug what seems to be good organic soil from low ground,
In South Florida, that’s not easily found .
Moved that dark gold to a higher spot,
By the pond in front of Mary’s lot.
Planted rows north to south.
A month late for planting but we’ll see.
The hot Florida sun may burn the sprouts,
But they’ll be neath the shade trees by three.
Planted snap peas, summer squash and butter beans,
Detroit dark reds, turnips and chard greens,
Big boy and early girl planters, and other tomato seeds.
They ought to well supply our tomato needs.
Cauliflower by seed, hope they come through,
Only four broccoli plants made it. That ‘ll do.
Sweet banana peppers and jalapenos for a friend,
Lettuce, radishes and carrots; carrots to no end..
Sowed cilantro and chives to add some spice.
Next time some garlic and parsley will be nice.
A month later and already the moles are working the ground,
Doesn’t bother them that we have ten cats around.
A lot of work, weeding and feeding but it’s all a joy,
For this older, northern, farm born .. Florida boy.
< Only one
Behind left ear
Boy did it appear
Dr. she seeked
Thought it was mumps
But was a larger bump
Fead me pickle
Didn't and wasn't fickle
That's all I know
From 50 years ago
So Check newborn ears
For ungodly lumps that suddenly appears
Baby Boo's Shoes Quicky Contest
When my son was young and so very, very wild…
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.
We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.
His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse.
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...
Another lonely day gone by, until I cry
But no I won't shed another tear
Not today and not this year
I need to stand firm and assert my authority
But there are days when I don't feel too pretty
My beauty is inside waiting to be shown
My heart is on my sleeve hanging all alone
But no more tears, atleast not today
I need to keep these dark spirits away
My heart can be mended and my faith not shaken
Now it seems my love has been taken
Stolen, from its original state where it was protected
Now it's become fragile and rejected
But I will start another day and take back my love
Take back my heart and take back me trust
And I will share my faith and love through the year
But today I will not shed another tear.
Lonely and dull was the path
Seeing the way, none could laugh
Disease hung in the air
Life seemed to go nowhere
Of what use would be living
If maimed, none would dare to be boasting
Desperate was the current flow
When hope sparked us all in one go
Dust flew in from the skies
Dust came in without any ties
Angels cried at our plight
Saddened at our darkened sight
So they gave us a boon,
Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon
Silvery, shiny, deep with hue
Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true
Those who did inhale the dust
Could do nothing except to let go of their lust
Life is meant to be lived
Life is meant not to be re-lived!
So, come, let us sing and dance
To the name of faith, in all abundance!
15 October 2012
I always get them, vision blurred,
darkest room, blinds drawn, so absurd!
Family knows to tread lightly,
I'm wound up oh so tightly!
A wet cloth upon my head,
Imitrex is by the bed!
For days I lie there, sometimes asleep,
sometimes so frustrated, I simply weep!
I hate these migraines with a passion,
For more than a decade I have had them!
If you don't eat much meat,
you make easy ends meet.
Ah, I do not and will not believe in modern medicine anymore,
it is not really modern, it is just meant to scare, that's for sure.
See, just a few years back chocolate was so bad for your heart
but lately the black variety turns out to be good it could not hurt.
I was once advised to stay off foods that are high in cholesterol
but now they say the high density type is in fact pretty acceptable.
Those smart asses told me to eat garlic because it is so good,
then last month came findings over-rating it as a health food...
which means all I ever got from making garlic as part of my diet
were body odors and stinking breaths…and that is not quite right!
Modern medicine is so fickle, just like our beloved womenfolk,
often ordering us to jump without even first taking a quick look.
Better to just enjoy gobbling up what you find on the dining table
for life is short and them no-good doctors are just fooling us all.
Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity.
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.
Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.
To be healthy I'm told I must exercise a lot
Eat no junk food or your going to go to pot
Wear a helmet when your bike you ride
And latch seatbelts in case you should collide
Be sure to get an adequate amount of sleep
And always be sure to look before you leap
I'm told beware of ingesting to much table salt
If you get hypertension it will be your own fault
Its hard to remember all the things that one should do
Oh, oh, now I'm reminded my insurance I must renew
Yes any soup is great for a nasty cold.
Just be careful that it is not really old.
Home canned soup can be really great.
Though if the seal is gone, don’t equate.
Store bought can soup can make the heat.
With protein sandwiches definitely compete.
Frozen homemade soup if heated up just right,
Can completely win over any colds plight,
Feed a cold, starve a fever is what they say.
I believe these words truly in every way.
Maybe we should all try some old remedies.
The aged of our past had knowing of amenities.
Dedicated to PD
**GET WELL SOON ~PD..
Oh brilliant power of ruby
Infuse healing unto spirit's energy!
Just Ten Words of Nette Onclaud
Rora Onna dated 4.8.2014
Was in1967 that this wonderful man
Performed an operation that no one else can.
Because of this man my heart can be healed
My undying gratitude is surely signed and sealed.
His work has helped hundreds of sufferers
To lead a near normal life of many years.
To this man I raise my glass, been thinking very hard
How do you say thank you, to Dr Christian Barnard.
Your expertise has been shown and taught in distant parts
Now surgeons have the knowledge to mend such broken hearts .
When he retired from this work his planned to end his days
Living in Austria to wind down, relax and golf to play
Whilst on holiday in Paphos after he had retired
Died at the poolside of a heart attack, a good life expired.
Dedicated to Dr Christian Barnard, the man whom in South Africa carried out the first human to human heart transplant..
I'm standing on the inside of the outside of my dreams
It's misty grey, I'm so alone and down my cheeks tears stream
This is the place I have frequented from the age of five
And every time the mist lures me here, I wonder why I'm alive
It whispers to me and tells me why no one seems to care
Sitting alone and seldom talking whilst into space I stare
So young and safe you should have been like many girls and boys
Your innocence, your purity taken, becoming one of his toys
I lure you here to comfort you, a soul so now alone
My soothing mists surrounding you in dreamed safety roam
No one will ever harm you when you enter into my world
Solitary you are presently, but one day you'll be that girl
The morning sunshine awakens me, her rays shining on my face
As I slowly drift from the soothing mists that nightly save my grace
I head off into my day as I have done for the past fourteen years
Knowing when night time comes, the dreamed mists allay my fears
For how long I will feel alone, my thoughts honestly cannot say
From five years old to nineteen as I am, I know I'll speak one day
Sometimes, as you shoot the breeze,
You’ll be startled by a sneeze.
Even walking up the stairs,
It can catch you unawares.
With no allergies or colds,
Sneezing often still unfolds.
It may happen for no reason;
Some lay blame upon the season.
Sneezes serve to help remind us
That the forces which designed us
Left some mysteries to tease,
One of which must be the sneeze.
The shade of a swizzle stick frightened the drunk
Who's head bowed down in shivers of funk
Like leaves that cool when shriveled 'till shrunk
To swizzle our sticks in cool ice junk
Dum Drunken man with lids; his dreams
Erase each moment in flickers and seams
Won't die 'till morning; eyes form beams
When memories left forget it seems.
~The Shade Of A Swizzle Stick
They dip into ur mess
2 add 2 the stress
The ones that they caused
Because of their flaws
They're afraid 2 admit
Because they know the natural hit
The hit that'll bring the truth
That'll restore their youth!
Too often, a simple X-ray
makes militant atheists pray.
This could change my life.
He knows all i want is to be his wife.
I'm so ready to be gone,
I'm so sick of feeling alone
Should i stay or should i go?
I ask my best friend and she says "hell no"
Its not like I'll be gone forever
Only one more year and we'll be back together.
Its a fresh new start,
With someone i love with my whole heart.
So many thoughts in my head
as i lay on this cold stiff bed.
I just want to be in your arms,
Just so scared of who this all harms.
My hand shakes as i write about this decision,
Like a new doctor making his first incision.
In my heart its a 100% yes
But in my head I'm thinking 'is this the best?'
All the thoughts of this goin right
Out wieghs the thoughts saying 'this isnt so bright'
Finally out of the madness
No more having so much stress.
No more screaming in my face
Finally ill be in the right place
Just hoping they accept me into their home
Because God knows i cant do this alone.
This isnt a maybe
are you ready baby?
I only had one heart attack
...but it felt like two.
When the second came,
it was quite true.
The wait seemed long
...but I knew it short.
'till the tests came back
and could now cohort.
The weeks went by
...but they felt like days.
I had missed the pain,
yet I feared the blaze.
The years have passed
...but only seconds remain.
Now I fear the heart.
Here comes the pain.
It's quiet and stiff
...but also dark.
Here is my death.
Goodbye; a lark.
Just to let you know,
A very special day is approaching
IT IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Taking place on May 24th
The day I was born
And my mother and me adjoined
Cuddled and comforted
In each other's love
Tomorrow is the day
That I turn thirteen
Finally I will have entered,
From then on it will be consumed
By hormones and PMS and what-not that I will deal with
Somehow I look forward to aging even more
I grow more mature, but also more old
I think I'll be taken
Quite a bit more seriously
Not treated like a child,
How most people think we should be
So yes it will be my birthday,
In about two hours
I hope I get lots of comments
Wishing me a well one!!!!!
Parsnips say I, oh please try them, do,
For Parsnips are so good for you!
But no, you just won’t try them, will you.
Instead, you stomp and cry and stew.
You’d rather waste your time with lettuce.
Fine for you, but please don’t tell us,
That what we need is more brown rice.
I think you’re just not very nice.
So off I go to eat with Martin.
He loves his pintos and just keeps fartin’
For taste is simply a personal matter
So, instead, I’ll just throw my parsnips at her.
Your lettuce wilts and rice gets sticky.
Oh, my, the food you like is icky.
So here I sit alone to stutter…
Please go and leave me with my peanut butter!
Or even my nice sweet chocolate bar.
To get it I would travel far,
Beyond the endless bars of salad.
So ends this trite but tasty ballad.
I do not turn the other cheek,
so you can boast in my defeat,
I do not love my enemies
with but a smile, but earnestly,
I humble my once proud heart
in hopes to reach maturity.
Ive had my share of battles fought,
and scars to show for lesson taught
still no reason conceit
will ever I pursue or seek.
I do bless when others curse
to show my weakness with remorse
but I becomes a broken horse.
Following my master's righteous course.
I find no joy in any pain
but I pursue knowledge to gain
an ever steadfast path in life
not dictated by my strife,
so I do none of these for you
but for my certain peace of mind
that when I'm struck down by another
my heart still knows how to be kind.
I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.
Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone
No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow.
Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold.
The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.
This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.
I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being
A big man with a long, long name,
His sweet tender voice brought him great fame.
He lived with a curse and died in his prime,
But he’ll be remembered as one of the best of his time.
Hawaii his home , he lay there in state,
His country so proud , so sad for his fate.
His “Over the Rainbow” will bring you to tears,
Oh Izzy, I wish we could roll back the years.
Written in tribute to Israel Kamakawiwo’ole,
Hawaiian musicianwho died in 1997 at the age of 38 from
complications of obesity.
Everywhere I go
I see people talking.
to themselves, whilst walking.
Hands to ears,
eyes seeing little.
Sometimes whispered words
in a loud voice,
echoing off walls.
On street corners,
in shopping malls.
On public transport,,
getting out cars.
Sitting on benches,
in quiet city parks.
love poems, text unspoken.
to avoid meeting face to face.
I have found somebody else.
Sign of the times,
tinged with sadness.
It must be
Lost, following darkness at an exaggerated speed.
Feeling helpless with an ever growing need.
Trying to catch your breath with a tremendous scare.
Its there, all you have to do is inhale the air.
Panic is an unwelcome, yet familiar friend.
Dear God, tell me this isn't the end.
He isn't even six weeks old and here he lays.
Death banging at the door, chased away by she who prays.
Thank you for competent nurses who love their job.
Thank you for that stranger to hug you while you violently sob.
I love you more every day that I see my son's bright smile.
You really never left me, you were there all the while.
I owe you my son's life and that broken piece of my heart.
Thank you for not taking him away and ripping me apart.
Dedicated to God......
In a comatose
Had an overdose
Of Xanax medication
My favorite friend
Other drugs all done
A Sisyphus, that's who heals
affected Achilles' heels.
The discomfort of bodily disease,
Brings in a sense of physical unease.
The fear of being pushed to death's brink;
Makes, courage of even the bravest, sink.
Neither any of the worldly riches nor any great wealth
Can you ever barter with, the vitality of good health.
Joyous to the sufferer, there's only one kind of pain,
The grueling labor of a mother is her lifetime's gain!
But neglected are the agonies breeding in heart's recession
Eating away the very soul: ailment of fatal depression.
Its hidden symptoms, making it hard to be diagnosed,
The irreparable damage done, not well recognized.
Agonisingly grinding the calm and peace of mind;
Healing is tough, solace even rare to find.
For every wound of the heart, known to be torturous
Diminishing the scars, the Tincture of Time is wondrous!
He whose ass is for sales
knows well why his ass ails.
It is something most of us take for granted
But a lack makes children's lives disenchanted
Though it cannot be completely prevented
Proper surgery can make a life less lamented
Unclasp those hands held so tightly in prayer
Help a child live a life that is not so full of despair
And give them a beautiful gift that is bereft of strife
Because the smile of a child is the greatest gift of life.
(in honor of the great work of http://smiletrain.org - stop praying and start doing!)
I heard from one of my good friends last night,
I knew by his voice something wasn’t quite right;
It sounded a lot like he was saying goodbye,
He even broke down and started to cry;
He told me he was sorry for the things left unsaid,
What he was saying scared me and filled me with dread;
He told me a tumor was nestled in his brain,
I could tell he was nervous, his voice had a strain;
“I go in tomorrow to have it removed”,
“The procedure is risky but the times have improved”;
“Ten years ago they would’ve just left it there”,
Silently I’m thinking this is just so unfair;
At 23 years he’s too young to die,
When I got off the phone, I sat down and cried;
I couldn’t sleep when I went to bed last night,
Worried and hoping it turns out alright;
Now I sit here praying to God up above,
To save my dear friend, that I cherish and love…
~He's home now - No sign he even had a tumor~
There I’ve said it out loud
Having it does not make me proud
I get obsessed with certain things
Like writing poetry or buying rings
I change my compulsions now and then
Sometimes it just happens on a whim
I might want to go to yard sales every week
To buy old things that I will want to keep
Or go shopping for lovely new clothes
My closet(s) are completed filled with those
It was a man named Dennis for a while
Now he is just cramping my style
My hair is growing out right now
When it gets longer, I will cut it any how
Shoes are one thing I think I will want next
Cause it has been a while since my last fix
OCD has taken control, don’t you see?
It makes me crazy, but it makes me…me!
< Racial Segregation
Why Oh Why
Did King Try
Right Or Wrong
Black Or White
Put Up Fight
She Did Bark
The clock moves slow
But I can’t get off this seat lest I fall into snow
And all this time
I realize I only express myself in silent rhyme
Yet it’s all a blur
My stomach growls and kills me and creates a stir
I’m falling down
But I can’t sit here and bear it with this little frown
Just have to smile
Only for a little, you’ll be alone after a while
And then you cry
All my thoughts pour out my eyes, I wanna die
And now I’m fine
My eyes are clear, my face is too, I draw the line
Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.
The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.
In the middle of the night, my eyes open wide!
Warm and cozy, my husband sleeps by my side.
Not a person is rushing; I hear myself sigh.
Some say it is a sleep disorder, but not I…
Up on my feet as my eyes start to blink,
I run to the potty then, grab a quick drink.
Relieved and refreshed, I do not go back to bed.
Out to the sun-room I rush instead.
There in the quiet I sit undisturbed.
Not one complaint; no one acting absurd.
My thoughts become clear, not one idea muddled.
No television roaring or football team huddled.
I sit all alone at my computer in silence
Pondering poetry and thinking of science –
It happens that way, a noiseless delight.
Crickets are singing in the middle of the night.
When all of a sudden what should I hear?
The alarm going off; time to get up, my dear!
The children all snuggled before time for school.
I turn off the clock and start the day's whirlpool.
© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Sugar is so sweet!
Pale light shines through the liquid
Sweet as it can be!
Transcription of messages here we go
All that we can see and all that we know
Gazing at objects all both near and far
Comets, planets, all orbiting a star
Answers, questions, and all that we can say
Totaling quite a huge number today
Can we?, Can’t we?, it remains to be seen
Gone past and future, and all in between
Granite, marble, hard things are all around
Coins, silver, copper, if they can be found
Talking, yelling, to say it all out loud
Ascending up from the ground to the cloud
Adding, subtracting, what’s the total here?
Tallying all that we both love and fear
Girls and boys, men and women, young and old
Can they behave? Can they do what they’re told
Co-inhabiting, poverty and wealth
Growing in illness, as well as in health
Tempest, all the works by William Shakespeare
All’s well that ends well; I think we’ll stop here
Sugar is so sweet!
Pale light shines through the liquid
Sweet as it can be!
The building blocks of all living matter
reveals a bitch.
There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry
Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car
In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh
Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead
As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked
Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more
As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age
When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return
Have you ever bounced a rubber ball?
The way it bounces back off the wall
There is a simple truthful fact
Harder you throw - harder it bounces back
Sometimes things are clear to see
As I’m the ball the ball is me
Sometimes life can be real hard
As the dealer flips another card
The devil attacks in many ways
I have seen some real hard days
There is truth in the things I write
Devil and I are having us a fight
Just as the truth is the honest fact
Many times I’ve bounced right back
I wrote this poem with a smile
See I like to go that extra mile
I have found in the prayers I pray
I’m a rubber ball who is here to stay
I wanted to thank you all for the prayers.
I woke up this morning pretty optimistic
about everything that is happening.
I reckon the Lord will have my back.
You know thats a real good feeling
something I dreamed I could say.
May God Bless Us All !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Awaking to painful swollen hands, feet, and legs
Thoughts fill head of what to prepare for breakfast_some eggs?
Go to prepare me some coffee to sit on porch
Just few minutes to linger in God's love before sun scorch
Wonderful foggy morn glad I am not driving
Thick fog could cut with knife for me fog reviving
A golden sun sends beams radiating through fog
Doves coo for a long while other birds chip_no crickets_frogs
Slowly reality sets in my morn begins
Some breakfast has to be prepared life's tasks start once again
Thank you for a time on the porch of peace quiet
To jot down few thoughts before the days noise unquiet
Something called poulter's measure
12/14 syllables per line in rhyming couplets
Inspired by Francine's contest not an entry
I tasted the breath of death, just the other day
Please bow your heads with me, let us all pray
There was the darkness all curled up in my mind
Looking for something that was not there to find
There was no shame; no guilt there was no reason to lie
I answered each question, about the how and the why
I ask about my wife, my daughter and even my Doctor to
I couldn’t believe I had overdosed; after all I have been through
My wife talked with my Doctor who gave me a hug and a grin
Scared to death that I was about to lose one of my dearest friends
He said, “Mike that is the number one thing that I love about you”
You ask about how all of us are feeling, with your heart so true
Mike You’re the one table, you’re the one you just about died
Yet it is for each one of us, all of those tears you have cried
Mike look at all the people that are concerned about you
It’s because you have learned how to be truer than true
I bet this little story will be written for the whole world to see
With no shame in your game, guess what just happened to me?
Mike that’s why this whole town loves the person you are
When it comes to the cold hard truth, you shine like a star
Where most people would be running off someplace to hide
You’ll tell the truth to the world with the Lord at your side
Somebody mentioned the 12-step program and yes I do attend
Though these days everything I do depends on the pain I am in
I created many games in Prison to test ones threshold of pain
Most folk would agree mine sits on the border of totally insane
My nerves have been crushed, cut and broken almost broke into
Which happened to the cartilage in my knee and a ligament or two
Through it all I’ve helped everyone I can, I have refused to stop
When it comes to my spiritual mountain I’m driven to reach the top
But ever since I overdosed that day, I am on a journey of rest
See the Lord will go to every extreme so we will learn his test
This poem is a beautiful story that keeps running though my mind
Though I reckon I should end it now that there is no more to find
Everyday is a miracle in a single breath our lives can be taken away
Tell the ones that you love I love you, and take time with them to pray
As for me I reckon that I make my mistakes I’m just a part of the game
That little part with a great big heart sharing every last drop of my shame
Thank goodness we're off that ship
I feel like we've been on an acid trip
To have my crew stand by my side
United together no one can divide
I recall the day our story started
My ship and it's entitlement slowly departed
To outer space at warp factor six we went
As we save mankind although tired and spent
Planets were reached as humanity stretched
The history of humans was now future etched
Our mission accomplished we headed back
I now sit in this room and take all this flak
Thinking, pondering in this padded place
As my shadow and I stare on fully laced
If it was not for this jacket I'd shake his hand
This dark shape on the wall is my second in command
They tell me I'll never be spaceman of the year
"I will so, have no fear!" I just have to get out of here....
There is an inability
to see prime colors properly.
This malady may cause tension
requiring medical intervention.
Is it green or is it red,
frustration swirling in your head.
Might be yellow or could be blue,
I know you wish you knew.
Typically affecting men they say
viewing life in shades of gray.
There is no total cure out there
just special glasses you can wear.
The good news is you'll be alright
not endowed with perfect sight.
If you suspect you may have this,
contact an ophthalmologist.
Color Blindness contest
Once I went to a hospital
There aids patient’s were on the beds with death’s proposal
As Aids is pronounced it is not so simple
To take every breath they cross huge pain hill
There I saw life and deaths fight
They hopefully fight for life but death was in their sight
For each breath they were given pills
But the gap between the world and patients make their life more terrible
Those people are far from life and closed to death
Those people with such short and painful life are kept away like filth
They are treated as if they have done crime
No one understand what brought them in such a time
They are nether fully death nor alive
By the physical and mental pain they prefer death, then to survive
On the other hand doctors does not allow them to die
With the medical power these half death people are force to survive
So Aids end is not so simple as Aids is pronounced
For these peoples terrible physical and mental death is announced
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.
Last night exhausted from the day I slept.
Through my subconscious the following crept:
From the chasms of my mind sprang forth a tree.
Its branches droop, as it is filled with absurdity:
kites, games,sharks and more;
Children climb where redtail soar.
Bishops and Pawns sit in its shade.
Queens and snapdragons promenade.
Rattlesnakes slither under skies of blue.
These hang out in my tree too.
Tall branches scrape the edge of space.
My tree’s branches sprawl all over the place.
Other things are in it as well:
trucks and rockets and oysters on the shell,
tigers, trash and fishing lines,
dogs, cats and bottles of wines.
Far from the edges of its center
The wind blows cold like the air of winter.
My branches hold a bath of bubbly water,
where splashes a gulfside otter.
A Doctor drives a tractor with a chain,
pulling up the roots from my brain.
All of a sudden a knight sounded an alarm.
I woke with a sense of dread and harm.
From my shabby bed I leapt.
The fruit of my tree I safely kept.
You may cross the valley with its fields so fresh and green
Or go across the mountains that seem as there a dream
You can scale the ridges that run up and down the coast
Cross the seas that have collected their own share of ghost
No matter where you go or what ever you may see
You’ll never meet another soul that has two sides like me
On one side is the past on the other is the now
As I see it most of it doesn’t even matter anyhow
Life is but a roller coaster spinning up and down
One day we wear a smile the next may be a frown
One day we feel young and strong the next all worn out
A day in time creates a rhyme is this what I’m all about
I’m all alone in my home this window is my best friend
It is all in this life that lets the outside world come in
I don’t really go out too much I’m afraid of what I may do
So I sit here and live my life like the little old lady in the shoe
The pain and doubt wear me out weighing heavy on my soul
As I wonder would it be best if death just came and took its toll
Then I see my beautiful wife in her car coming down our road
I remember the reason I’m here is to help her with her load
It’s just another day I’m here to say, sitting here in my chair
I guess the old saying is true; “no one said life would be fair”
If it were fair I reckon my ashes would be resting in some Urn
But I guess its up to God who picks when it will be our turn
If pain is gain then I’m insane, I’m in a grip of pain every single day
The fact of the matter is I’m in pain, each and every step of the way
But its all ok I’m here to say for I am still on a spiritual path
You don’t really have to be a genius to learn and do the math
One plus one equals two, and my darling that would be me and you
For the things you say and do, know my heart and love are forever true
When we met I was shake & bake always take, flying upon a distant star
Mess with me and very soon you’ll see, inside the trunk of my car
Now I’m give and love holding Christ above, just trying to be a man
Some days are good and others bad but know I’m doing the best I can
When I write it out you can have no doubt, it’s out of my control
Sometimes the words pour out of my heart and other times my soul
All we are is the things we do so I wrote this poem proud and true
The reason I do what I do ; I reckon I love each and every one of you
Any thoroughly sharpened stick
helps for someone's eyes nervous tic.
The table is loaded- Thanksgiving..
More than the family can ever eat
Thanks given for this bountiful privilege,
It’s the same at each house on the street.
But on places all over the globe..
Drought, war and government greed.
Little water, food, education or hope,
How many helpless children to feed?
If shame could nourish even one person,
Then thousands we should be able to feed.
Just one piece of bread from each of us…
We have so much more than we need.
For Sami's contest..A Piece of Bread Please.
I come to you today,
Because all I can do is pray
For a precious little lady
Who is known as Kaylee
If it is Your will this day
Please take her pain away
Guide her with Your loving hands
So the surgery, she withstands
Encircle her dear family
With Your angels, is my plea
Keep her safe and make her well
She is so loved, can’t You tell
These things I ask of You
Make our prayers come true
In the name of Jesus Christ
as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon
da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet
was my mighty sword
words of disgrace
embedded in my taste
drug of ill fath
served on my plate
you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries
I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud
now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo
as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too
Tribute To The Unborn
Unspoken Words Contest
I feel the sordid tug of old temptations,
in the sounds of every wayward station.
The glint and click of foaming glasses,
Wild eyes expand at undressed lasses.
The forlorn fervor of :" just once more."
crouched, snickering in each grimy door.
The dirty dramas, too soon played out,
in morning squints and snarling shouts.
The rancid carpets, disheveled rooms,
foster empty chests with pallid gloom.
Lift up your head and watch the clock,
for your soul will soon be in the dock.
Recall little things like aunts and prayers,
Recite one, then two, say them in layers.
He'll forge iron will against the neon lights,
He'll say:"No!" for me. Not me this night.
By Deb and Dane
“You need to eat real greens.” Mom alarm!
The child went for the ‘ucky Charms.
“What? You're eating sugar transformed!”
They don’t grow that on any farm!”
“You need to eat real greens.” Mom said.
Boyo reached for the Charms instead.
“But Ma. The box says it full of vitamins!”
“Better be! It wasn’t laid by hens!”
“That cereal is nothing but sugar, honey.
Companies sell it to makes lots of money.”
“Then, why’d Dad buy it for the house?
Did you plan to feed it to the mouse?”
“You need to eat garden-fresh food.
You know; been told, I’m in NO mood.”
“PLEASE, Ma! Charms and milk won’t cause harm!
Milk does come from a dairy farm”
“’ucky Charms might be a nice snack,
But meals must be nutrition packed.”
“You eat lots of Charms, zap! It seems.
More vitamins than ‘ucky greens!
Three bowls downed were his tasty meal.
Out like a light, he seemed to reel.
(Sugar shock set in, burnt him out.)
He woke SO sick. Was there a doubt?
“We’re going to the Doctor now!
Mother said shouting "Holy Cow!"
He’ll give you a little pink pill.
To cure ALL your rambunctious ills
(Rushed to the doctor for some help.)
Sick as a
dog was this young whelp.
Dad had to pay for ‘ucky Charms
Boyo paid for not eating FARM!
Corps. got paid, pill and cereal.
Doc. got paid insurance by deal.
Round and round so this story goes.
EAT RIGHT and you'll stop THEIR green flow.
My brother lives a health food life
In Colorado, with his wife.
Breakfast is a smoothie shake.
(I eat bagels, scones or cake.)
Should you want to join his ranks,
This is how – I need no thanks.
Place these items in the blender:
(You’ll be healthy, fit and slender.)
Start out with some chard or kale;
(Spinach, too, if it’s on sale.)
Add an orange (peeled, of course),
Pollen from a beehive source,
Lemon peel, some grapes, a peach,
Mango, kiwi – one of each,
Pineapple – just one fresh ring,
Some acai to add some zing.
Can’t find all the fruits he’s chosen?
Use some berries that are frozen.
If you have a real ripe pear,
Toss that in to give some flair.
One last item from your stash –
Spirolina, just a dash.
What that is, I have no clue;
But I’ll bet it’s good for you!
Press the button – your machine
Will mix it up and turn it green.
Drink it up, just like you should;
My brother swears it’s really good!
As for me, I think I’ll pass
On drinks that look like fresh-cut grass.
Also, other reasons lurk –
Making one is too much work!
Another blessing on another day
Just another chance to pray
Pray for what, “Well lets see”
Everything the Lord does for me
Not to mention what he does for my wife
Praise be to God what a wonderful life
Facing life on its own terms
Was a lesson we had to learn
Had to learn to say “no’ to the high
Stay on the ground and reach the sky
Whatever we need we get for free
Lord looking out for us you see
Wanted some plants to landscape the yard
Lady said no its all-free put up your card
I’ll even come by and offer my advice
Heard from Brian you folk are really nice
Then I’ll bring the rest of the plants for free
Need help planting count on my family and me
Spiritual Enlightenment is all I can say
Living and giving is the only right way
Never pushing our forcing advice
Let our actions be our words of life
Living by example with no words said
Come on in lets break us some bread
Day started off in so much pain
Getting out of bed seemed in vein
But as I end this poem all I can say
What a wonderfully beautiful special day
Another day the Lord filled our need
Man I love the joy of spreading seed
For each seed planted ten more sprout
We use what we need and give the rest out
Which in turn brings so many more
Living and giving is what life is for
Today I started my day on the site waiting
on my Doctor worried i had a large blood
clot in my leg - Thank God it wasn't and
the rest of the day - God sure does bless
us. God Bless and Good night from
Michael, Toni & Michaela
Compassion; intelligence - combination
Putting in life vibration!
Fighting off fear
You'll be fine dear!
Over depressing funk?
Anything but junk!
Reaching out's begun
Time to have fun!
She didn’t eat much though we though
Didn’t see her eat anything what ever she brought
Hiding at lunch hiding at break
She’s was loosing so much weight for goodness sake
It was a weight issue that’s what they all said
The less she ate and the rumors fed
The real reason goes beyond our conception
I met her at the dr’s reception
A phobia of food and a fear of choking
It all added up to me but not those in the staff room smoking
I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do it is clear as can be
I feel it's what the Lord ask of me
For 41 years I had no idea I was a poet
But if I couldn't cook it I could damn sure grow it
My life consumed by Marijuana and speed
Trusting in them to provide what I need
They replaced my job and even my love
They were everything that I held above
They picked me up whenever i felt low
If I got to high they helped me to slow
No, I didn't write poems or watch the T.V.
Never touched a computer said, "Thats not for me"
Traded in the girls because the next on was cuter
Woke up with a shot went to bed with a hooter
I would run day and night until I would drop
Running more from myself than from any cop
I chemically induced away all my dreams
See rivers take mothers after being formed by streams
These days my head feels like it's in a vice
I'll tell you right now my pains nothing nice
Weekly shots I take for the Hepatitis C
Epidural Steroid blocks in the spine for me
Every doctor I see I greet with a smile
Not feeling to good but I will after while
They say my attitude is one that is great
I see the beauty of love with no time for the hate
I have no reason for anger or time to be mad
No reason for all that this is my bad
This isn't that bad hell I've suffered more
At least I can turn my knob and walk out the door
Reality is real but it's also a dream
Things that are clear may not be as they seem
The Lord is my master to whom which I serve
For he's already given me more than I deserve
Children who love me and a beautiful wife
All the blessings a man needs in life
So Doctor tell me how can I not smile
At least I'm not alone walking this mile
I have you guys and the Lord walking with me
And thats about as beautiful as beautiful can be
I dedicate this poem to all of my doctors
Dr. Garrison - Primary
Dr. Merliss - Neurologist
Dr. Aldwari - Infectious Disease Specialist
Dr. Johnson- Pain Management Specialist
Dr. Beck - Physical Therapist
I feel very blessed to have such a fine
team working so hard on my recovery.
I also wish to thank everyone for all the
Prayers I have received. I love you guys.
On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney
Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse
Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits
Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot
She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds
I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist
See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon
You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate
The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries
As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride
For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within
As the Sun becomes one with the Sea
I look over at you smiling at me
The party stops there is not a sound
Lost in the beauty of the smile I found
Without a word I can feel you say
I'm glad your feeling better today
Written at my wife's company Christmas
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – whoa!
Walking in circles is no way to go.
Everything’s turning and moving and spinning;
Nothing is ending, only beginning.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – stop!
Each tiny step feels like I’m gonna drop.
Can’t get a fix on an object ahead;
Nothing’s in focus – they’re drifting instead.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – halt!
I just can’t handle this type of assault.
Crossing the room I’m at lurch like a drunk;
Confined to the house I’ve sunk into a funk.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – why?
Help me get better and I will comply.
I swallow the meds but they don’t really work;
Frustration is mounting – I’m going berserk.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – leave!
You’ve done what you must have set out to achieve.
I’m dizzy and staggering, helpless and trapped;
The only relief came the hours I napped.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – please!
Here I’m beseeching on two shaky knees.
You’ve had your fun with your prankish attack;
Now begone, disappear, vanish – and don’t come back!
'Woodsorrel and violet
To soothe the heart's fret'
Fo heart's broken by a male
So goes the old country tale;
A herb for all their needs
Or potion to right misdeeds;
So easy now to scoff or scorn
With the empirical now left forlorn.
A drug for this and one for that
With side effects,often worse,
Accompany the cure...with a curse
One thing that I'm starting to see
I have a hard road ahead of me
Which makes me smile part of the time
For I just left a hard road behind
As I try to write through my pounding head
I swear I feel like the walking dead
It's all very strange like a "Creature of the Sea"
As I battle this monster inside of me
Somedays are bad others are worse
Yet I feel many Blessings will follow this curse
It's not the length of the battle but character of the man
As I'm driven to offer all that I can
See curses are blessings covered in disguise
We must learn to accept them to ever be wise
Everyday my wife tells me, "Please just rest"
Yet she deserves my very best
So each day I do all I possibly can
Tell me am I wrong to be a man
Today I was compelled to try and write
For it's not only my blessing it's also my plight
Living water makes those soft splashing sounds
As it courses from its source to spread all around
Flowing outward to feed all who come into its bounds
All God's creatures are drawn hearing the course it takes around
The grass springs up by its side where deer can feed
Trees grow tall and healthy offering nesting sights for birds and bees
Living waters start from a small source spreading just like a sound wave
Coursing, running, spreading, nuturing, growing and a place to bathe
This living water is a place to come to nuture and completely restore ones soul
Oh that land where the living waters flow
Glasses for astigmatism
Helps one see even a prism
Without them black runs into white
But these glasses are not that nice
Presses on ears, rides on nose
Can't get colors to match clothes
To see or not to see
Now that is the question
I've been transformed by willingness, and a desire
to move forward without keeping sad things in mind.
Confident to smile with surprise and allowing love to flow in;
faces don't avoid my glances that were unfriendly and sullen.
Something that happens unexpectadly can give someone an unusual thrill;
I distrusted people who were different from me...having no character, no will.
Followed by my shadow, fear captured me to create unnecessary fright;
my room became my habitat and escape from a society claiming their plight.
With no friends to meet at cafes and local restaurants, I closed my windows,
prohibiting a glint of sunshine...assuming it wasn't meant for me, but for others.
Glued to a wide screen, watching documentaries of tragedies and unaviodable fates;
empathizing with them, and yet convinced that I shouldn't have been grabbing at straws.
Hackneyed words came out of my mouth, a habitue' of negative and dubitable thoughts;
and filled with their drudgery,I stopped listening to positive folks, thus, doubling my loads.
How can one be transformed by willingness? Discard the habits that amount to nothing;
find the source of your uselessness, and be inspired by all who have achieved their goal.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
One two three four
Skip through the door
Five six seven eight
Chin up keep that back straight
Nine ten eleven twelve
Go on you’ll feel good about yourself
Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen
Breathe in deeply pace your steps
Seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty
Brisk walk inhale deeply
Twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty four
Straighten that back a little more
Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight
Come on hold that back up straight
Twenty-nine thirty thirty-one thirty-two
The legs are aching what to do
thirty- three thirty-four thirty-five thirty-six
now you feel a little stiff
thirty-seven thirty-eight thirty-nine forty
girl you sure look rather sporty
forty-one forty-two forty-three forty-four
think you can do a wee bit more
forty-five forty-six forty-seven forty-eight
boy you’re sure bent out of shape
forty-nine .fifty fifty-one fifty-two
Sorry folks... but that’s all I can do at sixty-two.
I’m getting fatter and fatter with each passing day,
And my chest looks like breasts perhaps a child might say,
But when I think of the people that cannot eat at all,
Who cannot work from trouble and the pain of life’s falls,
Then I tell you in an instant, I am thankful for every roll,
Cause it speaks to my privilege from much of life’s toll,
And though my bills are unpaid,
And my cat needs a cage,
As he stains up my carpet with the rage of an age,
And though my daughter’s converting,
To be a Catholic sage,
What me worry? I tell you!
For I bask in God’s glory,
And the rolls on my belly,
Like Santa Cluase Jelly,
Have me rolling in laughter,
Like a jolly old pastor,
So if disaster strikes you, like it has sometimes struck me,
And you are not so pretty or handsome to see,
Rejoice, I tell you in the fat and all that,
Cause at least you’re in the game and you’re up to bat,
And don’t think that tomorrow I won’t try to walk this off,
This cellulite that causes people to scoff,
But in the end my God loves me and that is enough,
That trumps being fat and all life’s little stuff,
That trumps being saddened by the ways of an age,
Cause hey, who knows at the turn of life’s page,
I’ll be back to 180 and benching 300,
And until then I’ll smile and rub on this tire,
I’ll run and perspire, and run and perspire,
And when it’s over, it’s over, and with an ado,
I’ll go home to the Lord and so will you!
She swam out on the cresting wave
her body beautiful and brave
shrugged off the anchor of despair
arching upward in the air
sleek her slicing form descends
where a miracle transcends
straight and clean the living line
of the mermaid in her mind
on the land she twists and bends
with a pain that never ends
not so now, she's found the sea
every part of her is free.
It's an awful morning I'd say
And I am not feeling well at all today.
Last night I went to bed a little late
After I've done many things all day.
I've read a few pages so glad to say
I tried to keep my eyes open as I read,
But after midnigth that was hard to do.
My eyes refused to open as I prayed,
Not even all that coffee kept me awake!
Since my sleepy head never came to my aid,
Angrily I had to put my book away,
Till next day when I have more time ahead!
I was so tired as I felt for many days,
And today I am not better I'd say!
Dorian Petersen Potter
It's this feeling I carry in the back of my soul
always feeling it there though I don't often show
that your voice is my voice and I long for your eyes
to light up, set to twinkle, unburden my skies
I miss you as someone to never be missed
I miss you like words on unlistable lists
Too grand to call mountains, too young too call old
I miss you like summer to winter's unfold
It's this feeling I carry, kaleidoscope see
I carry you with me. Do you carry me?
Through eyes with no twinkle and tongues with no words
do you hear me still? or has silence occurred?
I know you as someone I'll just always know
I know you regardless of words spoken, so
in this sad revelation I offer you still
that I feel you now with me and I always will.