mass confusion under an abandoned black mailbox
just mentioned as lackadaisical as day,
someone very close to me just told me about diabetes medication
i sit on this empty porch of dried tears with a quickly written letter in my hand
i am thinking about possible amputations and high blood pressure
so secretive, and i do not know where to go
so vague, and i do not know what number to call
so mysterious, and i do not know what hospital in which to go to
the mailbox is now black corn flakes without even intending to be
not knowing the definition of 'where', 'to', 'go', or 'next', i put said quickly written letter in the abandoned, flaky black mailbox
i return back to my weather worn black car and stare into the space of myself in the mirror of the driver side sun visor
Swollen knees bring
fears of blocked tubes --
harbingers of destruction,
cold limbs, looming amputations.
Swollen knees bring
alternate explanations for pain –
cysts maybe? fears subside.
maybe just an infection…
Swollen knees bring
reminders of aging frames.
age-related deterioration,
speaks of a well-ripened life.
Swollen knees bring
streams of gratitude for
the many things knees can do.
joints of thanksgiving breaking through…
Things are quiet here, a friend writes
in the first email of his long life:
Most mornings I drive to Gillson Park,
sit and read beside the Lake.
The waves are a symphony.
Books are better there. Sometimes
a redwing blackbird will attack,
protecting its nest. The weather's
cool and there's rain at night.
It's not summer in Chicago
as you and I remember it.
I have a cell phone now too
and I use it all the time.
The landline's just a holdover
from the good old days.
Speaking of holdovers,
we should get together
while we still can.
At our age, who knows
how long either of us has.
People our age drop dead
without too much ado.
Tell you what: Whoever gets sick first
will notify the other one who'll take
a plane and race death to see
who arrives at the bedside first.
If I'm talking to a priest, wait outside.
Forget the small stuff like amputations.
They have prosthetics now for everything
except for tallywhackers.
Who needs more kids anyway.
My wife will send you an email if I die.
Ask your wife to do the same for me.
Donal Mahoney
Burning bodies, staring eyes.
Smoking chimneys, human cries.
Gas chambers for Jews to die.
Frozen corpses piled up high.
Electric wires inflicting pain.
Mass starvation, inhumane.
Old aged people, mental cases
Skin and bone with human faces.
Amputations, detrimental.
Unethical, experimental.
Too weak to stand, debilitated.
Left to die, emaciated.
Open graves deceased or not
Decomposing humans left to rot.
Undignified but freedoms there.
The stench of death was everywhere
Dentists practicing extractions
Gold fillings became distractions.
Unfed, unclothed, discrimination.
The master plan, extermination.
Eradication of a race.
Genocide, mankinds disgrace.
The Nazi party pursued their aim.
As the world averted eyes in shame.
10 / 15 / 2016.
After tasting the homemade
poison, the walls,
start moving.
The poppies are in bloom.
I am not interested in morphine
or codeine. A sago palm has
come of age, preparing to
put up the conical sex.
A trust deficit will not know,
the signature of veneer, of
the gender.
Something moves behind the
bushes. I was already afraid
of emptiness. After the violence,
amputations and barrenness.
The desert invades my bones.
Cannot sleep with hands
on my chest. Will you
collect some runners ?
I want to raise
the grass for the sake of commanality.
Satish Verma
Faith, a mythical bird of your imagination
Sent by an imaginary friend to defend you
who will only help if you have heaped on adoration
I'm not sharing inside information just a realisation, faith isn't your friend !
did faith cure cancer or stop amputations its very over rated
did it save your relations from cremation and stop the emotional devastation
nope !, faith isn't your friend, It promises to deliver you from damnation ,salvation
yet dare to question and excommunication without no questions
so in summation have nothing to do with faith related observations.
because faith isn't your friend
comp entry 04052016
PITA BREAD
Go in the Portal to read.
It is just a vestibule to perceive, to conceive, to form beliefs, to establish creeds.
This world is in a make-believe that government is to bring subordinates to their knees.
They lack the power to achieve the leadership they seek.
Inform yourself that you are not that weak.
You will accomplish eradication of cruelty in the Middle East.
A man must be for his cause.
He must depict his adversaries to move forward.
When he is for what is right, you see the passion in his eyes.
No one has suggested a greater faith.
The beheadings, the amputations, the etcetera is annihilation.
Injustice atrocities will not bring structure but constructive abomination of the people
that conducts the killings.
A man, a woman, and a child will become extended by the God they believe in.
A change must come in the Middle East.
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Penned 02/22/2015!
I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence
Stealers of beauty and promise:
these amputations leave their scars
on the convolutions of mankind’s
collective brain
Where, if I could
I would venture back in dreams to stay the axe
Let nature take her time with this living, biggest, hugest.
Into forever let these branches spread their prettiness
Let generations stand in awe at their continuance.
Suzanne Delaney
Physician’s convictions to poison their patients,
Procedures with Ether, cold X-Ray stations
A thousand scans in milligrams,
Lobotomies and Amputations…
Surgeries to transform me,
Imperfections to augment
Blood Transfusions, concussions, contusions-
For just a small improvement!
I don’t want to sit
on a patch of fear,
tangled in occupation
while fighting with the locks.
The theater of tumblers.
I am here, not there
making dents in air
on alarmed street.
Time was out and time was in
against the jolted clocks.
I have stopped to get
an imprint of amputations.
You will not get ruby
you will not get gold.
Dust will go in dust
after the fall of royal debris.
Satish Verma
(This is a fictional poem)
PBS has some quality shows and they no longer allow people to watch without
paying.
They beat the hell out of me and now the hospital is where I'm staying.
I got beat up so bad that I had to have some amputations.
From now on I'm going to make damn sure that I give them donations.
I'm going to tell you something that you must do.
Give PBS money or they'll kick your ___ too.
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