Arthritic Poems - Poems about Arthritic

... She is always in a position of humility An attitude of prayer Ready to serve For years of submitting has bent her back ......

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...In a rather egotistical and pathetic attempt to immortalize myself, in something I lost, everything. And now that I’ve burned all of my bridges and I’m drowning, the only thing I have left ......

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...I squeeze my eyelids narrow as I follow east The scarlet rays of dawn loom like a crouching beast That watches with a hunger neither harsh nor kind And breathes out living warmth into the sapling ......

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...If I could cut off my feet, would it get any worse? Yesterday a thief stole my favorite purse It had my I.D., everything but my keys Arthritis in my ankles and in my knees I stumble and hobble ......

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...Unexpectedly, I heard she was still alive. She had been living (as a flame), in a room I had made for her in my mind. I had kept her there tucked away, sedated and forever young. Now I hear s......

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...After she left the house for realities unknown, abandoned rooms became discrete spaces fully occupied by her thoughts. Buses still stop two doors down, sparrows hop over the stalks of dead rose......

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... NEW WAVE ASCENDS Workers waul at leaders sold who rush to airports cold in hospitals wan women wallow tattered children nothing to swallow ideals trickling through untilled soil ......

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...Every night, while I watch, she stacks the dirty dinner plates: carefully, habitually, with the grace of a woman who has learned to love herself. Intentionally, methodically, cleaning dishes ......

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...Miles past the nightstand over the plastic water bottle. the Ambien pill dispenser and the soul-bruised eye shades. An arrhythmic clock knits needles of silence together. Turning on the lam......

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...END TIMES : ONE [Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world…This is ho......

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...Haibun In the forest dark and deep, naked trees stripped by winters icy grip. Bony fingers point skyward toward their tormentor. Branches creak like old arthritic joints with every breath of bre......

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...In vast realm between both false realities efforts of a strained bowel movement collapse like the arithmetic dreams of abacus beads. Arthritic persistence contemplates procrastination while stil......

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... The wind is blowing cold tonight through chambers of my mind Sadness creeps beneath the door ......

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...The following fictitious scenario I evoke Analogous to fire breathing puffed up imaginary dragon (in a land called Honah Lee) ye might rightly think what the deuce haunting spectre ace of sp......

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...The parade of endless colors is over, all the leaves are dead or dying scurrying about like frantic crabs back and forth across an icy-icy land clinging along the fence line of time swirling ar......

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