Our medical system in Central Pa.
needs a major tweak.
Unfortunately the absence of care is
daily growing more bleak..
I can't see my cardio. until nearly a week..
A shortage of primary's clearly exists.
I'm currently on four waiting lists..
Drove to an e.r. yesterday to be seen
when my b.p. went up to 216.
Sat in a waiting room for over two hours
as other patients conditions were much more dire.
One young man clearly very sick waited to be
seen with a rupturing appendix..
After two hours of waiting I decided to go, in
hopes that my numbers would return to low,
remembering something my brother said
some time ago..
He said buy some beer it works you know.
Never really developed a taste for beer but
am drinking in the am and it works my dear..
High blood pressures are quite concerning,
alternative methods I'm quickly learning.
I'm almost certain I'm turning German.
I would not spare a vacuous moment
For those dregs at winter's end.
I would not honor their enchantments
With an effort to pretend.
I gladly fight against the sands of time
To offset their whorish shrill.
I would shine a light upon their darkness...
I would die upon that hill.
Evil is as evil does...
A pox upon our land
And if you haven't noticed...
It's gotten out of hand.
Their machinations and meanderings
Breed a stench of ill-intent.
They pervert the weakness in our folly
Akin a dance of sly torment.
With evil's victory almost certain...
We're in for quite a ride...
But to those who stoop to curry favor...
Beware... I'm on the other side.
The End
It was hot and arid in the desert
No wind, no breeze, not a breath
And Pedro and Luis were lost
And so very close to death.
As they crawled across the sand
As though trapped in still air
The smell of bacon frying
Seemed to hang around them there.
Slightly ahead of his mate
Pedro crested a dune to see
Loads of Bacon Butties
Hanging on a bacon buttie tree.
Turning painfully around
He said through rasping breath
The Good Lord, he said, has
Saved us from almost certain death
Crawling painfully forward
Eager for a life saving taste,
Yards away from safety when
All his effort went to waste.
A machine gun opened fire
Sending him close to his death.
He tried to warn his friend
With his very last breath:
Luis crawl away from here,
Crawl away man, in a rush,
Eese not a bacon buttie tree
Eese a deadly Ham Bush!!!!!!!
I’m on a twilight stroll with my beau,
we take a route we’ve often walked before.
Mystical moonlight flickers in the trees,
“whose woods these are, I think I know”*
A hooting owl startles me, I fall and twist my knee,
I try to stand, cry out pain; I cannot walk with ease.
We can see twinkling lights in the distance,
perhaps someone’s at home who can help me.
My beau covers me with his warm coat,
He hurries away so he can get assistance.
I pray that he doesn’t have too far to go,
and that the cottage is not too remote.
He soon returns with another guy,
I know his face, oh hello Steve I cry.
I was almost certain he lived close by,
as he sells wood carvings which I buy!
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
*Chosen line - Whose woods these are I think I know - Robert Frost
02/27/20
Negativity and uncertainty are not in
My vocabulary I only see positively
I am almost certain that I cannot write
About uncertainty or negativity
But on the other hand I do feel negatively
About this poetry and uncertain if it will win
And the voice inside my head tells me
If I do not enter this contest I certainly will not win
So what shall I do enter and not win or
Not enter and not win I have no clue what to do.
Contest name: Plucking The Poisonous Parrot
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Date of Poem: 01/18/2019
Last night, I had an awesome dream
In it, I was asking God, "How am I, so far?"
And while I tossed and turn, I felt His presence rest
In a breeze, He said "My son, it is time to raise the bar"
So last night, in that same dream, I had an epiphany
In it, I was almost certain, I was flying in the sky
And there I saw many versions of my life passing before me
Trapped inside every tears, as each one; falls from my eyes
At first, I could not set apart anything from everything
And I can hardly even recognize my own name
But like a rock of ice, at the very tip of an iceberg, riding an avalanche
I openly led my hands free, knowing; how things will never be the same
I am now at the dawning of what today could become
Awaken unto a new possibility that I never really did see coming
As if eternity and now; entangled themselves within a single moment
It transported me at a crossroad where Jesus is, ...In the beginning
By: Wibert Evangelista Dela Cruz
John Jurkowski
September 2017
Has anyone seen my Susan?
If you hear a voice that melts winter away,
And is as sweet as any rose bouquet.
Well that could be my Susan.
If her melancholy golden green eyes
Tell you she has been there and back.
It's almost certain to be my Susan.
If she stands tall above the rest
Although it's only a simple test,
It just might be my Susan.
If her look says she knows where it's all at,
And her striding proud walk will tell you that.
Then it could very well be my Susan.
If it's hot she'll be wearing a hat
Placed on her blond hair of silk profusion.
It might well be my Susan.
If you spot a flying silver Audi
That's likely to be passing you loudly,
There's a good chance that it's my Susan.
If her hands a sculptures dream might be,
Designed to fit hands belonging only to me.
Then you'll know that it's my Susan.
Tell her I regret the things I didn't say.
Please tell her not to stay away.
Guarded and closed off, that's what he knows best
It just takes a noise to peak his interest
Don't bother to knock, 'cause he won't letcha in
Caution encloses the world he lives in
Four cats are his passion he keeps them well fed
But fear sends them running back under the bed
He's gone beyond trusting, I'll never know why
He's jumpy and nervous, alertness on high
Drawing the curtains, unplugging the phone
He's almost certain he's never alone
Peering out windows from behind the chair
'Cause he never knows what's lurking out there
He sees his newspaper out on the walk
Won't open the door or unlatch the lock
In this wary obsession, he can't help but feel
a need to distinguish the false from the real.
Life so often seems to be a bit of a dichotomy And if you will observe with me I 'm almost certain you'll agree. Such opposites stand side by side can make for an intense life ride. Sometimes one wants to cry O me! Get me out of this dichotomy. I'm succeeding and failing. I'm joyous yet sad. Will someone please explain to me The reason for this dichotomy? I often pray,God give me grace to find a less tumultuous space. But then I find a kind of glee on this intense road of dichotomy. I have faith in Jesus yet doubt fights me too. Can feel so imprisoned but in many ways freed. There again that thing dichotomy. I'm intelligent and feel so ignorant too. My path can look plain,still what do I do? Another example- Now can you see how I'm caught in this dichotomy? Now I'm not alone of this I am sure these opposites we all endure. Guess we must be accepting of what must be. And what must be? DICHOTOMY.
And it all shall come to fall
Falling for us all to never once see
As do silence shall whisper its hall
We enter where shadows never be
And we do not see ourselves for who we are
We only see to another to be someone alike
Mortal beings beyond Gods so far
Can I identify someone like me before my sight?
Lost to oneself but found by everyone else
Almost certain I'm leaving myself every bit of the way
Even memories were forgotten when so strongly I held
Did I once again unknowingly led myself astray?
Have I already come so far to begin again?
When so far I have come to have a need to start anew
Forgotten memories for never life to remain
Can I once again recall what it is like to once more feel?
And it falls with barely a whisper in my hall
Falling to remind me of the mortal I can only be
As I silently watch... I remember its singular fall
Falling upon shadows I shall never see
I'm almost certain I will die
In a thunderstorm from the sky.
It will be my finest hour,
Oh, don't do that, look so dour.
I will have lived large in my time,
So, it's okay, church bells can chime,
Though I'm not a religious man,
But the Golden Rule I'm a fan.
It's what we do before we go
That gives us gladness, maybe woe.
Some will say, why'd it take so long,
Others will sob o'er my bones.
What can I say, what can I do?
Maybe they're right, I'm overdue.
I do know for a natural fact,
I lived my life not in abstract.
Have I really given my best?
No, not me, I've lived life in jest.
We're all given our DNA's,
It pulls and prods like we're its prey
I'm almost certain I will die
In a thunderstorm from the sky.
It will be my finest hour,
Oh, don't do that, look so dour.
I could of hugged you once
Even wrote a letter on how I felt
But you left us way too soon with the angels
You inspired me -many others I'm almost certain
You took the stage as your own
Broadway missed an angel
Being the actress you became
With just fond memories of you
You are still and will always be
America's sweet heart
With that smile to melt many
You inspired me to write and become who I am
Myself
But heaven wanted you quick with bliss
That angel who inspired transcend all
True of courage and laughter and faith
Worlds greatest star I'll forever miss
My favorite star that actress like you
Legacy always cherished never gone
7-20-13
Contest for Frank h.-favorite movie star
It's almost a new breakthrough
it's almost so divine
it's almost certain make prove
a poet's faith's design!
That Webster then could so groove
his mastery's incline
as somehow it is soul truth
to read ~ line upon line!
Ah words ~ there is the hope's sleuth
the slicing off the rind,
the pace in mental toll used
the character, so prime!
Expression as the mode's clue
directs or leaves behind,
I call my Country's role, l o o s e
in politics entwined!
A quisling ~ pathos confused
and errant by design,
as yesterday's ~ so excuse
its tyranny . . . . . . to bind!
Note: Webster's II New Riverside
"QUISLING" ~ "A traitor, especially one collaborating as the "puppet" of an
occupying enemy force!"
Lightning flashes outside,
The only source of electricity
Giving a glimpse of demented shadows
Dancing on the wall
Temperature drops
The dark winter’s night descends
The fire in the hearth
Does little to warm the chill of the air
Darkness befalls the room
Eyes struggle to adjust
Specters tease in my peripheral vision
Avoiding my line of sight
Firelight shadows flicker
Stoking my imagination
Pulse accelerates
To a rapid beat
The shadows, they grow
They grow ever larger
Menacingly towering over me
Moving in to devour my very soul
I’m sure it’s my imagination
Yes, I am almost certain it is
Almost
They rise up from the ground to greet the spring.
Few flowers are as pretty as this early growing thing.
A varied motley of colors are available.
Once the blooms mature, they are beautiful.
The most common varieties are red and yellow.
If you have fertile soil, they are almost certain to grow.
In the Netherlands, see the vast fields they fill.
Look in the background, there is usually a windmill.
These flowers can be found practically everywhere in the world.
They grow and bloom no matter which flag is unfurled.
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