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Long poem by Mimi Machakaire | Details |

Thankful

We use this word every day.
But only just a few of us really mean what we say.
What am I thankful for you ask?
Well, I'm telling you now this is going to be a very easy task.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

She's supermom always trying to do everything at once.
Without realizing that even she needs a break, from all the running and the rush. She single now, doing all this by herself. Our dad ran away but the memories of him will always be put high upon a shelf.  She gave birth to three special little  kids. Even though we still growing up, we'll always be proud of what she did.She works hard for her money and works hard for us all, making sure that we always have a ball. She's amazing, no other mom could ever compete and I say that from the heart coz she's whole, perfect, complete.

I am  thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I can't imagine, having a different life without her.
Just thinking about that makes my stomach stumble, rumble and turn.
Yes we may fight sometimes and argue and croak.
But that don't mean we can't fix what we broke.
We've had bad times but mostly good.
For she and I will be the only ones who have ever understood
How we think and how we act, haven't found anyone who's been able to top that.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

Till this day I still can't believe that I have a mother as sweet and wonderful as she. all my life, I haven't been the only one who has been able to see what I see. My mom needs no evidence to prove that she is the greatest in the world, she's been proving that since she was just a little girl. My mind still spins, crumbles and whirls, every time I try to figure out what I did too deserve a mother like her.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.



Copyright © Mimi Machakaire | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Bicameral Gratitude

OK class, now listen up and down,
in and out,
said Professor Fuller Watts,
professing political philosophy 404.

We begin with a deductive
reductive
object lesson,
then spread out across inductive intuition
universal information 
and self-governing intelligence
through co-mentored gratitude.

I will speak in bipartisan political language
because it shouts at us, all too familiar,
but I have an underlying assumption
that each of us has some Republican
and some Democrat within our arterial minds
and hearts and lungs,
and all those other organic parts.

Our Republican nationalistic patriotic side
leans toward universalism,
just as our bipolar Democratic global citizen side
leans toward unitarianism.

Party leaders want us to believe
we cannot have our peacefilled cake
and eat balancing economic political justice too,
which may help them pay their mortgages
but does not help me or you.

To my Republican dominant friends:
You continue not beating yourselves up
for unhealthy chronic economic dissonance
within Earth's potential for interdependent nutritionally sustainable outcomes,
to retain your Business As Usual dislogic,
anti-ecologic supremacy,
irrational sub-optimization standards
for measuring this quarter's success,
to sustain high-risk monocultural design assumptions,
killing our collective national and global future
for our species
and most other organic subsystems
within this Polyculture Tree of Good and Reverse-Temporal eviL.

To my Democratic unitarian co-mentors
with mutually messianic intent:
You continue beating yourselves up
for redemptive healthy cognitive-affective-intuitive
dissonance
about balancing Yang with YinYin,
competing appositions within Win-Win logistics,
still disharmonizing your republican universalist anthems
with your democratically unitarian psalms.

In the election year we refuse to choose
Republic or Democrat
and insist on balancing both
endosymbiotically,
within our interior bicameral landscapes,
and ectosymbiotically,
as our exterior bicameral universal-unitarian landscape,
we will more intelligently pursue policies and procedures
reflecting polyculturally inclusive development
rather than a competitive,
monopolistic,
self-marginalizing monoculture of supremely ludicrous speciation.

As we learn to balance our Republican Yangish Left hemispheres
with our Democratic YinYin Right hemisphere's double-bound unitarianism,
we emerge more authentically as mutually benign parasites
nurtured by one nondually co-arising, 
organically self-organizing, 
holistic iconic Host.

Now, stepping back to Universal Principle of Thermodynamic Balance:
embodied (republic) Universe is also incarnate (democratic synergy) In-Formation,
bicamerally "self" conscious
as Universal Intelligentling Thanksgiving Time.

Our DemoRepublic Species
eats and senses healthy-wealthy nutrients
through nondual-transparent ergodics
of DNA eisegetics
dancing to RNA's temporal-fractal exe-genesis.

If Republicans have cornered the monocultural market 
on Polynomially deductive information,
then Democrats' optimal healthy-wealth
is Not-Not Polynomial Polycultural Balance,
a bipartisan political field party
serving only organically and locally enthymematic economics
and politically grateful graceful relationships.

If God the Father created a Republic-an,
then CoMessianic Son regenerated a radically inclusive democracy
of EarthTribal Solidarity
prophetic of great transitions as PolyCultural Revolutions.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Robert Lindley | Details |

Revised- As The Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes

First version 



As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes 


In a dream world where fantasies abound 
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire
Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness her daily goal
As midnight moon shines upon her eyes
a thought comes to me so very wise 
Surely she could come to me down here
easing my hurt, wash away my fear
A soft gentle touch to my spirit renew 
help me find a love any man is due
In a dream world such fantasies exist
your heart's desire, anything on your list
 
Robert Lindley March 21, 2001

Syllables Per Line:	10 8 10 8 0 8 9 9 10 0 9 9 12 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	132 
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines) 
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
N/A Total # Words:	98

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Revised version--
For Roy Jerden's contest
Titled- The Makeover

Roy Jerden Contest Name	The Makeover
 Deadline	4/7/2015 12:00:00 AM 
Note From Sponsor	No updates yet...
 Contest Description	
Do you revise your old poems, sometimes extensively?
 If the answer is yes, then this contest is for you. 
For this contest, you must revise an old poem. 
We're talking about a makeover, not lipstick on a pig, OK? 
I'm looking for improvements. 
You can lengthen, shorten, move the words around,
 change the form, the meter, rhyme, assonance, 
dissonance, style, tone etc.  
Find better word combinations, nuances and 
multiple layers of meaning, metaphors, etc. 
Rules: 1. Copy the new version below the old one.
 You can delete after the contest is over. 
2. Date both versions. 3. Any length is OK, but I
 will give preference in rank to the most 
improved poems, in my opinion. 
Places assigned as merited.


Revised version below.......(Greatly improved!)


As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes


In a dream world where fantasies abound 
in this fantasy my princess is found 
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir 
cherubs singing her sweetest heart's desire

Beautiful voice soothes every hurting soul 
spreading happiness, is her daily goal 
A midnight moon shining upon her eyes 
this thought comes to me so very wise

Heaven is her coming to me down here 
easing my hurt, washing away my fear 
Softest touch my heart it does renew 
helping me find love any man is due

Lovely dream world such fantasies exist
her heart's desire, anything on her list

Robert Lindley, 04-04-2015

Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140 
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
N/A Total # Words:	97
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Second revised version meets syllable count and is more directly attuned to the
subject, the girl. Word count is one word less but packs a more intensive feel
and places far more emphasis on the subject -the girl.
Being a sonnet lengthening or shortening the poem was very limited but other aspects were badly needed. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by alainey craig | Details |

gratitude

Gratitude

by: Alainey Craig


So long I have loathed in nothing but the bad,

 being inconsiderate and blind to all the great things that I've had.

 Deep inside there are many things, 

great things, that I look to find,

 live to see.

The beautiful greatness that defines me, and I am grateful.


I'm grateful for the music, for the great words that have inspired me

 and everything I've sought to be.

 For the gentle, caring hands that have been around to guide me,

 for the soft sound of nature's music so calm and sweet

 putting my mind and soul at peace. 

For its that soft music that makes my thoughts most entirely,

 completely whole.


I am thankful for all in my life.

 For the cold grey skies that twist and bend all throughout the lonely night. for the pain, the strife, even the lies.

 For if it wasn't the one who whispered lies with his slick silver tongue

 of always and forever 

I would still be alone, naive 

and him .... still clever.

 And if it wasn't for those lies that at one time gave me pain

 I wouldn't be me I wouldn't have changed,

and without the pain, the struggle, the heartache and vain

 I wouldn't know right from wrong.

 I couldn't relate to the emotion behind a mournful song.


so I am thankful.


I am grateful for the forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve ate

for now I have the gift of knowledge

 and I get to choose my own fate, I forgive who I want 

for its not a law

 and they'll forgive me, just depends on my flaw.

 For it’s them who inspire me


inspired by my amazing aunt 

who when I was hopeless, she was there 

it was her who picked me up and showed me care 

and if it wasn’t for the love she had for me

 God only knows were I would be.

To me she was a second mom, a person I drew wisdom from 

and in my corner every fight 

i’m grateful that she always cared that things were right


I’m thankful for my little pieces of heaven 

for my sunflower fort garden 

for the warmth of the sun as it warms the soil that I can smell 

for the cool gentle breezes

for the smell of the fresh cut grass that I can almost taste

and the fragrance of the flowers 

I am thankful for

 the safe and seclusiveness that the little fort offers 

I’m thankful for the bees that keep my fort lively

that could easily inflict pain

 yet do no harm 


Im thankful for

 the group home 

for the hard times that we have shared 

for the mistakes that we all make 

and simply just accepting one another 

because we all know that perfect does not exist 

that its just a dream that will never awaken

I'm so very grateful 

for those who I can relate to

 and know I'm not alone.


im grateful for the gifts I'll have all throughout my life 

for common sense and friendship 

i’m thankful for laughter whether it be a childish giggle

or plain out goofy human behavior.


There are so many good and bad things to be grateful for

just the fact that there are choices and there’s always an open door.

Today and every day, from now on

 I will express my gratitude

 through my everyday attitude 

trying my best to touch the lives of those I see

 and show I'm grateful.



Copyright © alainey craig | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Kelly Crenshaw | Details |

I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Theresa CW | Details |

FOR SUNSHINE SMILE

FOR SUNSHINE SMILE

Feelings I've always kept inside myself and never have written down before
Offering to you sweet lady from my heart to your great poetic words quite more
Remembering all those times I felt like you were my best friend even if we live
                                                                                       shores away

Smiles I'd give to you in each and every passing day, I'd like to tell you I do read
                                                                                          all your works
Until I came to Poetry of Soups diversity of poets to read, you are so special to me
                                                                                    by all known clerks
Now you are just an ocean away, I seem to read and know that your perfection
                                                                             to me is your hospitality
Special thoughts I'm sending you today, I really do enjoy knowing you have brought
                                                                me pure enjoyment to read and see
Honesty is one of mine and your great traits to write and see in view of your poetic
                                                                                                       traits
Industrious will always be kept in your beauty of words worth reading today and 
                                                                                              future dates
Novelty will always be seen in your vibrant and beloved words for all to read and
                                                                                                        view
Enigmatic and beauty in all the things you see, do and write for all poets near and
                                                                                                  far in lieu

Smiling is always seen in every poem I read from your glowing words so dear
                                                                                                SUNSHINE
Modesty will always be a part of your wise words, I'm really hoping to meet you
                                                                                                SOMETIME
I would travel the world wide over just to meet with the beautiful woman you
                                                                                                  really are
Learning from your encouraging words has really kept me from drifting away from
                                                                                                      by far
Earnest words of wisdom coming from your beautiful mind, has kept me well
                                                                                          grounded, I'm
                 so very happy to call you my long distant friend," SUNSHINE SMILE."


Written: April 26, 2016

Copyright © Theresa CW | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Details |

OUR MANY BLESSINGS

OUR MANY BLESSINGS
By the Poets Listed in the first comment
 
Life is full of wonderment and blessings well received.
The greatest gift, so well conceived, the freedom to believe.
Thanking God that in this glorious world He perceived.
There, stands today beauty and grandeur that awed we can achieve.
Our ancestors, many moons ago, the motherland did flee.
Enriching lives, harvest, and family in this land of milk and honey.
Gratitude after we gathered the fruits of our great labors.
Holding hands with love we pray with family, friends, and neighbors.
Thankfulness for waking to feel warm sun on our face, all hail.
The wind's breeze, melodies in green trees from sweet nightingales,
You cast off my chains; you set me free, through true eyes, now I see.
Each dawn I give thanks I am free!  Thank you, Lord from the real me.
Thank you for my mind and heart and trusting me from the start.
For the sun, the moon, the stars, and all your creatures who take part.
Also for things in me once damaged, now mending a new start.
To live this life, day to day, with the minimum of fuss-
We believe in many things, that the joys of life bring us.
From majestic mountains, to the tiniest of bugs,
Wondrous bountiful God, created these for poetry.
I am sending GOOD energy, to my friends, and hugs.
My thanks are carried on waves over the November seas. 
To friends from afar who grace my life with comfort and ease.
One unending relationship with God and His wonderful love...
Four sons, the gifts given to me from Heaven high above,
I am so thankful to be gifted with so many different things.
And being healthy under loving angel's caring wings
One great blessing: I begin to see the world was more than me.
Methodical.  Prodigal.  More logical, I found the great light love.
Within our thankful hearts today, a prayer is softly said,
Blessing all who join with us as we eat and share our bread.
Our lives are enriched by family and friends that we love.
With grateful hearts, we thank our generous Father above.
The wonders of your world, Lord, Earthbound and on the wing,
Our hearts are filled with happiness for every blessed thing.
So, thank you, Lord for everything that upon us you bestowed.
Especially for your love dear, Lord that bountifully has flowed.
                                                                               Amen

CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: See the first comment.  We had great 
participation.  Thank you, my poet dear friends for your contributions to this Thanksgiving 
poem.  Lovingly, Dane Ann

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009


Long poem by STANLEY Harris | Details |

My CT Scan

>Cool at Ipswich Hospital today.
I went for  CT scan result.  I say.
High up in the maternity block.
I shared a lift with an empty bed.
Considered laying, resting me head.
Porter smiled, and motioned no with his head.

On the second floor that bed went out.
Now I had room to move about.
Then on the sixth floor,a bed with patient in.
Had priority over all within.
Of course I had to get out.
I did with no fuss, there was no doubt.

Been there, done that bed in a lift.
All give way, beds, rule the day.
And in the lift.  They do I say.
Finally I got in again, and upwards, lift did go again.
Then at  last I reached the floor.
I knew as I'd been there before.

But all was strange, it was to me.
Not the same as before, you see.
Inquiring of the staff just so.
They smiled and said, 'you want the floor below.'
That was the one I vacated for that bed.
As they have priority as I have said.

I thanked them there, grinned and then did say.
'My short-term memory thingy is working today.'
They all smiled as I walked away.
I knew then it would be one of them days.
Back to the lift.  I did go.
With all my worldly goods you know.

I always take them to hospital you know.
Why oh why, I don't know.
Getting out at floor 6.
I know my mind needed to be fixed.
As this is the floor.  I gave way.  Instead.
To that patient in a bed.  I should stayed there Instead.

Better had I laid  down on that first empty bed.
I jumped the gun a bit, you know.
As Junior doctors are on strike just so.
I took them two of my big umbrellas. 
As they were standing out in such bad weather.
Told them leave with reception.
I'll collect tomorrow on reflection.

Finally got booked in at last.
Reception had not my name, what a task.
Asked me, 'who I was going to see?'
I replied, 'I don't know, no one told me.'
Told them.  'They spoke on the phone.
Cancelled tomorrow for me alone.

No name of Doctor was given to me.
Could be under my umbrella you see.
I had the second waiting room all to me.
So no one saw me drink my decaff coffee.

People now are coming in here.
In  pairs.  They seem to appear.
I'm sitting quietly on my own.
It still is quiet, as I'm alone.
Today,five nature visits, I have made.
Furosemide in working well today.

CT scan was clear, you'll be pleased hear.
I was, but got to come back next year. 
Have the same things all again.
And if clear, won't be here again.
But that's not exactly the truth, you see.
As there's lots more wrong with me.

But of that Cancer,there is no-more-in-me.(TmA)<

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by STANLEY Harris | Details |

To hell and back with cancer

>To hell and back with cancer, is my personal feelings, please do not take them to heart.

To hell and back with cancer.

It started with a lump to see right in the front of me.  I thought it was old age.
But when it moved to my side, I thought that lump was, acting quite strange.

I have a team of GPs, at my local, National Health Surgery.
Was quite late PM, I saw one of them.  To hospital quickly he did send me.

I drove there in the snow, you know.  One, dark December night did go.
I wondered what was wrong with me!  What did my GP feel?  Or indeed see?

Walked into outpatients I did do.  They read the letter GP gave me, to hand in too.
Oh, did I forget to say, GP wrote it out straight away, then sent me on my way.

Soon I was whisked away.  That’s right, was a blur of tests that night.
Bloods, x-rays, many doctors too, said I had to stay there.  It’s true.

Over a year, I had tests galore.  Was at home, so tried them tests, to ignore.
After scopes by the score, I often thought, would they do anymore?

Then they dropped the bombshell.  'You have cancer.' My mind thought, 'hell.'
My sister died of that, you see.  And I thought I’d soon be with she.

Those doctors thought another way, to save my life, they did say.
‘Strengthen this man’s weak heart.  Then on that cancer, we can start.’

Papworth surgeons repaired my heart, was so strong now Broomfield could start.
In six months, they did just so, took out that cancer tumour, you know.

That ladies and gentlemen was four years ago, recovery was a tad slow.
But hey I am still here you know, boring you with my poetic flow.

I know we all cannot survive, I know I am lucky, as now I thrive.
I hope all you cancer folk out there.  Survive like me and breathe Earth’s air.

But sadly if you have to go, to that Paradise, I do not yet know.
Seek my sister Alma, can you hear.  And thank her, for helping me down here.

Thank God also who I do pray to too.  I love him, as all folk should do.
Then when I finally have to go, I must thank him personally.  I must just so.

I was laying awake all night as I usually think I do, although must have had the occasional unknown cat nap, as you do. When something told me i must write this poetic verse! My tumor was a GIST. A large tumour attached and feeding from my stomach. Without my knowledge and causing no pain. It was forever growing and I was given 10 months to live without treatment. I reckon I am in year plus 4 now. Have a nice day,life's too precious to ignore.  (TmA) <

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016


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