Jennifer Brea had encephalomyelitis
She was examined by the best and brightest
She was told that anxiety was the cause
These kinds of mistake should give us pause.
Heide Ferrer got tremors and vibrations
Told it was depression, imagine her frustrations.
She took her own life, long covid is now supposed
Another disease dismissed, not diagnosed.
Alison McCabe was in severe pain
She was told it was the flu, so why complain
But it was the side effect of iron infusion
It was the doctor, not her, who had the delusion
There are other cases, if you search you will find
There's a catch all basin of "all in your mind"
some patients even accused of seeking attention.
If docs don't know, maybe best course is abstention.
The process of elimination can be a dead end
If you assume its mental, patient may not mend.
But don't make the mind the dumping ground
For every mystery not yet found.
Those squandered times,
I’ve realized,
were not moments
of self-inflicted wounds,
rather, pieces
of the present wholeness.
But I’ve had enough.
Though my crimes are lesser
than these bastards on the news—
through my false abstention—
yet, I am me,
just unique in the sins
that forged me.
This I learned,
forced upon me:
no more squandering of moments
when you are old.
July 27,2026
Now here in Aussie land, exists a very hardy native creeping vine
reputedly produces berry fruit that is tasting rather fine
Can one harvest fruit, now that's a leading question
It has long protruding sharp spiky thorns,
Maybe necessary to practice abstention
Now the man who took the time to give this plant a recognisable title, was he in lots of pain ?
affected by a thorn of the Cockspur, its common, but not botanical identifiable name
Hugging commences tenderly, a potential of carefulness,
Carefulness constructs in quietness, basics laid there,
There develops the persistence, firm and true,
True promises arise when hearts learn to restart.
Restart with touch, yet lips still abstain,
Abstention teaches lovers that progress must continue,
Continue in the instant, not rushing ahead,
Ahead lies the fruitlet of what’s slowly bred.
Bred in the warmth of arms that reveal,
Reveal without speed, let belief be the monitor,
Monitor every phase until affection is complete,
Complete love improvements, approving the passion.
Poem by N. Mugisho
See no water for perspiration,
Ask for flowers, not all the garden.
Light a lamp if ye feel there’s darkness,
Nights are always dark, ask for no Sun.
Blame me, all the evil will I bear,
But ask not what might wake my demon.
In matters ‘tween you and almighty,
Ask for no human intervention.
If you’re looking for a fair image,
Ask mirrors— but with mind’s abstention.
If you’re out, looking for happiness,
Ask mind’s monkey to lose its mission.
If you have enough of bitterness
In heart, ask for no liquor’s passion.
If you’re out to describe barest truth,
Ask for no designers to fashion.
As poet let me read my poems,
Ask for facts, nor yet any fiction.
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Ghazals |09.04.2022|
Democracy,....
When we cease
To be a democracy
By extension,
We cease to be a dream
Muffled in the seeds
Of division and muddled
In abstention in acumination
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Only to wimpier without a sound
Which echoes to the name of a place?
Where the “Eagles” doth’ bound
And that is a place called “America”
Gary Fields
Poet, Author
The promised hope disappointed,
excusing words in denial anointment.
The lover unanswered certainty,
rescued by solidarity.
The call en mass and its hysterity,
common ground fraternity.
The madness captured liberation,
powered manipulation indoctrination.
The new discovered sensation,
the will in determination.
The longing heat by blind admiration,
consequences in slow damnation.
The fanatic obscurity as separation,
freewill in captured isolation.
Corrupted sacred intention,
survivors by abstention.
The fired water of delusion,
retiring philosophies conclusion.
The broken heart inconspicuous,
the searching doctrine in cognisance.
Guided by light in quotes of wisdom,
recorded solution in precision.
Haloes consumed through purity,
Gods hands applied indefinably.
The visible lights for day and night,
fires from unity combined.
The eternal soul in evolution,
shooting stars in clear volition.
Within a gentle breeze I move
carrying white before my eye
gliding forth a Canterbury sky
Lions roar and tees get crossed
puffs signal a strength inside
anxious slays abstention lost
Shifts in fragrant fumes ferry
crimson tales filter through light
as pure visions come to sight
Rest weary pilgrim rest
Lingering threat of what was condemning me
Everlasting fear became quite depressing
Tail spin spun under a dark wing duck
Tiny tunes heard in a ear stood stuck
Interference during after school time
Neglecting to see who payed for his crime
Greatly loved regardless to say
Genuinely missed during his jail house stays
Oppressed feelings accepting his ways
Programs amongst interventions
I had to let go of my couldn't past
Becoming of me was my abstention
My path became my own at last
Once overlooking
Coming to terms within time
I set myself free
SPECIAL K
Devour loneliness
Destroyed being misunderstood
She was eagerly accepted into my fold
Brought in from a harsh winter
Desolation - wet and cold.
Love likewise abstention
A lucky spontaneous introduction
No friendship – nothing so false
Glass shards and a detruding splinter
The faithfully real make a decision
A brand new connection accompanies recent loss
Empathetic spell – cast of protection – sympathetic lover
The forgetting and forgiving of another
The callused call of a brutal reflection
A vicious cycle, all the cover, uncounted cost.
Sobriety
Lucid self-possession.
Clear-headed, composed, steadied
Abstention, temperance; Carouser, lush
Staggering, tottering, gibbering.
Intoxicated high.
Drunkenness
I know that'
I shouldn't saying this
But, baby it's a fact
Here I am
Telling the world off
And I shouldn't be
Saying that
------
Seems' that, that the thing's
That we do is just an act
But, in the truth of the matter
The whole world is wack
------
We call it peace
And we know it's a lie
All those who fought
For this county
Who knew so many
Would die
And so many mother's
Would have to cry
------
We call it peace
Yet, we go to war
The victim's see evil
Some get a shinny new car
------
And what's up with that
Those shinny new car's
And thing's
-----
Anyway
------
I'm a man of tradition
And my only mission
Is to live a life of greater
Abstention
------
But, then I need their permission
------
There is one thing that
I want to say
And that is
The life of subsidizing
The truth in ambition
Is just not the way
------
Tis to be in league
With the Devil
That lead's to Pedition
And there you will stay
GF
Beckoning forward, then muting purpose with placid expression;
Courting favor, but scorning gratuity with nobler accession.
Reconnoitering all, yet countenancing none in stolid derision;
Regaling commoners, but transcending all menial patronization.
Subtle smile endears, but spurns all gratification;
Distant stare, onerous repression or dark depression?
All encompassing view, mistrusting miser or prating courtesan;
Stoic posture, exalted position or callous condition?
Frugal appearance, an inner recession or outward confession;
Folded arms, trite convention or cultivated abstention?
Enshrouded by cumbersome shadows or serene accommodation;
Transfixed, eternal matron; or transparent, antiquated apparition?
DATE: November 1, 2010
Contest: Why oh Why
Sponsored by Constance~ A rambling poet
by: Stephen Parker
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