cold water swimmers
have got a VERY apt name
they're called 'The BlueTits'
There is a silent visitor inside you now —
softer than fresh-baked bread,
more precious than gifts from wise men of the East.
A second heartbeat,
gently echoing beneath your own.
You carry more than a name.
You carry memories yet to be made,
a mirror of past souls,
a vessel for tomorrow’s joy.
So walk gently,
eat wisely,
rest fully.
That bottle of cider —
it whispers lies.
That puff of smoke —
it scorches what is still becoming.
Feed this life with love,
with hope,
not with chemicals that dilute beautiful expectations.
Go.
Sit with those women in white —
the ones who read charts like oracles,
plotting the rise of a king or queen within your womb.
Let them weigh the weeks,
count your months like blessings.
Endure the prick of needles —
not just for you,
but for the strength of the life to come.
And when the countdown draws near,
remember:
Swollen feet will give way
to first smiles.
Too much sleep
will surrender to sleepless nights.
And sleepless nights
will bloom into stories —
told by the very angel
you now carry.
by Davie Kaliu
Sun slowly peeps its head in the east, Bird barbet flies towards its nest, Labourer follows the landlord with the beast, Blue heron sits on the tree for rest, The big temple bell is rung by the priest, Children run towards the river with vest, Village maiden prepares the harvest feast, Babies feed milk from the blouse less breast, All the events have taken place at least, When the dawn sunshine appears very best, God has done all natural phenomena like Trieste, By that the children of the earth are blessed, We thank the creator for the peaced.
In the shadows of pink, a story unfolds,
Whispers of courage, of battles retold.
A journey through darkness, where hope finds its way,
Together we stand, bringing them a light ray.
Each ribbon a promise, each tear a prayer,
For the warriors fighting, showing we care.
In the heart of the struggle, resilience ignites,
With every heartbeat, they reach for the light.
Through the pain and the fear, they rise from the ground,
In unity's strength, true healing is found.
Awareness, our armor, knowledge our shield,
In the face of this foe, together we wield.
Let’s speak of the silence, let’s shatter the shame,
For every voice lifted, we’ll never be the same.
Early detection, a light in the dark,
With love and support, we’ll leave a mark.
So here’s to the fighters, the brave and the bold,
To the stories of hope that are yet to be told.
With hearts intertwined, we’ll carry the flame,
In the fight against breast cancer, we’ll call out your name.
Naked and Revealed,
Sexy or Lewd,
What can I do
If I have them on me?
Inseparable, heavy beads,
Bulgy with shady teats.
All you care:
Is it concealed well beneath bra strips?
Gasping for breath,
Sharp stabbing in my breasts,
Lying on the bed,
Nausea till my neck -
All due to the unbearable clasp at the chest.
Tell me,
Is it still my fault,
If a brassiere is not enough for my ample busts to exalt?
Should I cut them?
Or should I burn them?
Since I can't stop their charming dance,
For those
Who only know how to objectify and sexualize their existence,
Without any rightful cause.
It's all you care about.
Maybe what suffocates isn't the bras,
But the disgust for what's beneath them -
And that's what I care about.
Lay your head lad, upon my breast.
Stay safe in my arms, Mama's nest.
Take from me nourishment you need.
Wake for a time so you may feed.
Then back to dreams of angels song.
Been away from them, not too long.
For from heaven, you came to me.
Your destiny waits, but now... sleep.
Thou art eyesome among all bosom
Filled with holy milk
Ripen and bowing to earth
Oh! Thou art humble
Cans't thou see how marvelous thou art
Even he is in awe to thy wondrous taste
For thee who think thou dost flow milk of honey
Woe and woe I sayest to thee
In the face of man thou art the finest
Everyhow, no bosom beats thee
Is there cause why thee should overween
For thy risen bosom shall fall alas!
Thy petite figure shall die with old age
But my fallen bosom shall stand the test of time
Forever fallen but never lost its glory
.
Top what hern exposed
top that swollen mound
Top
Her mamma
mine eyne
unto hern excited
bulbous mammillae
Mine anxious
eyne
duke's digits
Mine
lips
tap
Soon, sunlight will yawn on the edge of dawn
and I'll welcome the warmth of his morning rays,
but never could I liken them to the great love born
when I feel your sensuous touch that sets me ablaze.
Anxiously, I wait while my heart is yearning
for daylight's journey to cast shadows over me.
Restlessly, I watch the hands of the clock turning
until the hour when the sun surrenders into the sea.
When skies are awash with an amber glow
I become eager to touch the breast of twilight.
Watching as grains of sand in the hourglass flow,
knowing when comes the moon, dreams take flight.
A pearlescent gem, she lulls me to sleep
when gracefully ascending upon her throne.
It's then my reverie descends in slumber deep,
and ardor's silken threads are passionately sewn.
With our hearts ignited by a stellar flare,
we circled the moon on diaphanous wings.
In Luna's lair we made love with savoir-faire
while starlight dreams caressed my heartstrings.
Impatiently, I feel passion mounting
before the moon rises to her zenith height.
Hours move much too slowly as I'm counting
the hours when I can touch the breast of twilight.
*a repost
Ain’t life sweet
So light on my feet
Cause I got my cancer beat!
While the hours away..
To have this worry for so long,
Then suddenly realise it has gone.
I sit and while the hours away,
Nothing to think and nothing to say.
It’s strange how consumed
Your mind can become
Your feelings fester and overrun.
Then before you know it
It has disappeared,
Your darkest thoughts
Of what you feared.
Are nothing but a distant memory now,
You want to move on
But don’t know how.
So you sit and while the hours away
Nothing to think and nothing to say.
Physical scars are now what’s left,
Emotionally you feel bereft.
But at least you are still here
To think and feel,
Those fears were thoughts
That never became real.
A ditty to my titty
There you are upon my chest
You used to be the boob I loved best
But now all you do is cause me grief
I just need a moments relief
But you would rather swell and cause me pain
Make my skin itch again and again
This journey so far , has been too long
I’m starting to think we don’t belong
To add insult to injury there’s a wound that won’t heal
I’m forced to wear dressings-I’m sick of this deal!
This wound has ruined nearly all of my bras
I think this issue has gone too far!!
Now my skin is attacking me
Itch itch scratch scratch
please just let me be!!
So here it is- a ditty to my titty
I beg you please- stop being so ty
In shadows cast by doubt and fear,
A battle rages, ever near.
Yet, in the depths of darkest night,
I find the strength to stand and fight.
With breast cancer's cruel hand at play,
I face the storm, come what may.
But in my heart, a fire burns bright,
For I am God's own child of light.
Created for greatness, I boldly declare,
No illness shall bind me in despair.
With every breath, I rise above,
Embracing hope, embracing love.
Though the road is rough, I will not retreat,
For victory lies within, my spirit replete.
With each step forward, I reclaim my might,
For greatness awaits, in the dawn's first light.
So, let the world bear witness, let it see,
The resilience that resides within me.
For though the struggle may be vast,
I am a warrior, and this too shall pass.
Breast cancer may knock, but I'll never fall,
For I am destined to rise, to stand tall.
With faith as my shield and courage my sword,
I march onward, in the name of the Lord.
For I am God's child, created to soar,
And greatness, indeed, I will restore.
By: Innantia Magcanya
So the death sentence is lifted
I kicked cancers ass
They found no trace of it with surgery
free of that sh*t at last!
Now it's on to radiation
to become a spiderwoman queen
Not exactly what I want to do
but it erases all traces unseen
Those microscopic morsels
the little single cells
that may have escaped that toxic elixir
as we nuked them all to hell.
And they can find no trace of cancer
past the breast I am clear
And it was a lumpectomy
so I still have the breast, Oh dear!
And yes that heavy burden is lifted
my docs original decree
It was you have a 60 percent chance of being alive
in five years you see
And well I think the odds are now much better
something like 98
And for now at least I don't have to carry
that heavy weight.
It's nice to be back Artimus (C) Susan Manley 10:28AM 1/26/24
I can’t sleep because I can’t breathe
My mind is bleeding red thoughts so odd
Thoughts like I wish to eat and not get fat
To stop coughing up my blue heart
It occurs to me COVID is the beast
That killed my clairvoyant auntie
And I suddenly realize that
I did not have it harder then her
She battled breast cancer
With chemotherapy and her work laptop
So valuable to her coworkers it was
Nothing for them to email during procedures
So why take her and leave me
It’s not my time it seems
But I am sad she passed
Before shots were available
So I don’t get to woe is me
But I do wish to see her again
When it is my time.
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