Best Ails Poems
Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon
triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones,
I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune
silken feathers of clementine and gold tones-
body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon,
beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones
whilst rhapsodies of nature serve light to calm-
scattered scars in the air, like cosmic mint balm
But as skies swing heavy, and coldness seeps in,
hope breathes from sapphire dews of rain waltzing free,
for when mists of nature envelopes my skin,
I find traces of peace from roots of my tree
amidst the piercing pain pulsating within-
fields of eagle ferns, the tranquilizing key,
sets a serene scene with silver sequined lines,
sprinkling zests of zen from inner sun that shines.
Sometimes mind gets blanketed in confusion,
sinking behind steel walls sculpted in distress
although shadowed stars swirl like an illusion,
faith is the thread for thin needles to redress
and restitch fragmented frames of vague vision.
So let suppressed agony slowly digress
in pearl pages of cathartic tomorrows-
now my ink abandons yesterday's sorrows.
Written: October 28, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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Amid the distress and pressure of life,
A salient soul suspires to scamper strife.
Despite bodily weakness and a lingering graze,
Unwavering strength and vitality inside amaze
Breath may be beleaguered, even as the body ails.
Flog to fatten, follow, even if fiefdom fails.
It rises beyond tough times with its optimism.
In desultory days, grasp toward agnosticism.
Nature's gentle whistle splendors serenity.
In the shades of a sunset and bird melody.
The body fails, but the spirit stays hopeful.
It speaks for drive and the resolve to be careful.
It glides amid a storm fearlessly, paving the way.
Amid agony, the soul rises, grows, and stays.
Each rebirth lends the soul wings and a slope.
Despite the gloom, there's still a glint of hope.
Allow the body to suffer and the soul to soar.
Yet it is the spirit that prevails over deplore.
Rejuvenation is the answer to physical illness.
A soaring persona that can bear on grimness
Embrace depth inside; the spirit ablaze is untamed.
Let ailments prevail; rousing spirits set us unblamed.
Despite all odds, the spirit shines brightly amid sorrow.
It climbs above, decries its path, and is never hollow.
Renewal lets you start again, fix harm, and be free.
Honor the body aches as they reveal our glee.
Rebirth lifts the soul, ruining walls and letting in light.
Hardship lends life and shows God's eternal insight.
While bones and skin plunge, souls remain.
With every harm and grief, refuse to be slain.
The probe fire speaks while the body is feeble.
It lights a bright spark that leads us to a needle.
Body ails, yet spirit soars to see
Mother Nature’s beauty that surrounds
us all. I feel thankful just to be
in a place where nature’s spell abounds.
Yes, a magic spell I am under -
as I view many mountains everywhere.
At trees ablaze I gaze in wonder
in the freshness of the autumn air.
Though in pain, I must show gratitude
for friends, family and the outdoors.
Positive will be my attitude.
Yes, body ails, yet spirit soars.
I was in the hospital at only five,
the medicine gave me a big hive.
Sunday school taught us to be alive,
my spirit soared and wanted to drive.
When I was seven I got really sick,
they gave me ice cream to lick.
I loved warm soup with a cheese breadstick,
my spirit loved it and soared with a big kick.
Now older with aches and pains yet wiser,
my spirit soars like a heavenly geyser.
Clamor for food security prevails
midst scarcity of basic necessity
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Though there’s great Source, supplies demand high sales
inequality reigns, buttressed by greed’s certainty
clamor for food security prevails.
Hear the sick in their bad health pity wails
afflicted with insufficiency’s futility
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
While technology upgrades production scales
rice shortage remains a global verity
clamor for food security prevails.
Then population-explosion issue hails
malnutrition problem along infant mortality
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Let’s reach-out with care, since charity* never fails
trusting God to end this sad reality:
clamor for food security prevails
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
*1Corinthians 13:8 Charity never faileth…
April 24, 2021
10th place, "A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM" Villanelle Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 5/9/2021.
It is up to our hearts
to arrive at noble feelings
and walk with them
all the way up
to noble thoughts.
The fields are laden
with rips horrendously
unmended
Will it be availed
to mend them
without surrender?
Come brother and walk
with me when you can
into a better place
in which dreams
are supported
by realities
not baffled by them.
Come brother and talk
with me as much as
the truth can speak
against their wounds
and crimes.
Come brother and take
good care of your health
for the journey is long.
It is a journey of life
not that of those
who tell you not to go
and tell me not to come.
Come brother and don't
tell me about what ails you
for what ails you ails me too.
We will walk and work and talk
together, not apart, together.
Chokri Omri
Grandpa had a good idea
for treating his sore knee.
He'd get a jar and fill it up
with raisins; and then he
would fill the jar with brandy or
at least with alcohol,
any kind would work for this
he wasn't picky at all.
He'd leave the raisins soaking
in the jar for several hours
and then he'd take them out and he
would fill that jar with flowers.
And then he'd give the flowers to
my Grandmother in case
he got too soused from drinking all
the liquor in that vase.
It didn't do a doggone thing
to make his joints unstiffen,
but as he said, and I agree,
it surely couldn't hurt none.
When Life hands you a lemon sour,
You're feeling down, demeanour dour,
The day ahead seems dull and grey,
Resolve to be upbeat. Find a way
To think pleasant thoughts. Life is short
And negative thinking? It achieves naught!
Resolve to give yourself a treat,
Ponder on things pleasantly sweet:
Soon the sun will disperse the cloud
The day will brighten: sing aloud.
Crack a joke: take time to smile,
See the blues depart in a while.
Abandon your feelings of woe,
Return to living. Here's how you go:
Take the lemon, though sour it is
Squeeze hard, add sugar and fizz,
Brew yourself a tonic or elixir,
Then drink deep! It's a real Life fixer!
Rhymer August 10th, 2016.
Great visits often reveal fresh awarenesses.
Sam Nicholson is 90 and is recovering from cancer.
His wife Mary is 78 and is recovering from heart surgery.
Their health issues are enormous and challenging, taxing
their bodies to the very limits of human survivability.
One look into their eyes reveals the will to not only live,
But to thrive and love the life that God has given them.
Their spirits soar like an eagle from earth to the highest heaven.
One leaves their presence with the belief that their faith is
rock solid, and their seat in heaven is eternally secure. May
my faith in God be as deep and firm as the faith of Sam and Mary.
A thousand miles these feet had and still taking,
with one step in front of the other since birth awakened.
Wisdom in each loose silver strand
as if each breath of whispers were planned.
Once in a while these eyes had seen
Miracles as years went, were treasured, and gleaned.
Flaming sunset brought sore knees and cold hands,
Generations of tangled and answered prayers transcended.
Body ails yet spirit soars
with blessings of the Lord.
11/10/2023
BODY AILS … YET SPIRIT SOARS
You’d think I’d rattle when I walk,
I’ve pills of this and that.
Some make me feel even sicker,
others warned … make me fat.
Take “Viagra” for rare PH,
Lung-Heart rare illness pill.
Several for other organs, fact
one-third kidney’s … no thrill.
If, drink more water for kidney,
Heart Failure might affect.
Most minds tell folks, “breath”, with “Central
Apnea “ … mine forgets.
When stand, high-blood pressure drops low,
ninety-five / fifty five.
Body ails, yet spirit still soars,
grateful … I’m still alive!
Fact take twenty pills is is not bad,
gotta take to stay well.
But wonder, if Doc’s took these, they'd
feel better … or like -ell?
Won’t fuss about number of pills,
for this, and this, and that.
Thankful have all these, or I might,
just fall down dead … splat!
the little engine that could, as they say. he's the tortoise that won the race, despite not coming in first, second, or third. he won hearts because he completed the long, grueling race. many naysayers thought he couldn't do it. they scoffed at his advanced age and bad knee. they thought he'd give in mid-race, but he defied insurmountable odds, shushing all doubters. they counted him out before the race even began, yet, here he is, at the other side of the ribbon! it's his first-ever marathon. hobbling at the finish line, yet he's in seventh heaven! take a bow, grandpa. well-earned!
against-all-odds win
never underestimate ~
quite the underdog
1-cup
some boiling water
2 heaping teaspoons of sugar
1-bag of chamomile tea
Pour a cup of this for you and me
Taste good, good for what ails you
5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
Fate mastered me, captained my soul
And Ruby took her love to town.
I rage amid the noise and haste,
but I dont let it get me down.
My mind, it is not a kingdom.
My 'Hope’ plucked all its feathers out.
I could not hold fast to my dreams,
but my love, it knows no doubt.
Uplifting verse, it let me down.
The poets lines don't compare
as we face our last adventure
with the memories that we share
I am old and my body frail
And nothing works quite like it should
My joints hurt, my complexion pale
but in you I see only good.
I wish that I could leave this room
and walk hand in hand once again
and see you smile and laugh at me
and not just in a picture frame.
I love you now, I loved you then,
I will love you forever more.
My body fails but you I love,
as my soul exits through death's door.
Frailty and aging are flaws in bodies of mankind
Viral afflictions are infectious and pose grave danger
Death from new diseases instantly come to mind
making us wary of shaking hands with a stranger
Toxins float in the air and swim in waters we drink
No longer is it just the elderly that succumb
Reasons why the world faces chaos on the brink
But with faith the spirit soars without feeling glum
Health issues can make a soul see things more clearly
When it's been awakened, I find my spirit soaring
I'm aware of beauty around me, and not just merely
with a glance, but I feel the wildling wind roaring
I find myself wanting to take flight like eagles in the sky
anticipating storm clouds to feel raindrops on my face
I know everything I've been given, but no longer ask why
for I've learned to accept gifts within a sweet embrace
My body is flesh and bone; my spirit is a different entity
One that will not abandon me nor let feebleness win
It has the power to exist in me as a blissful identity,
a fortress of strength, a paradigm I call my linchpin
Despite infirmities plaguing me when each day is done,
my enthusiasm for life is professed with sincere meaning
I cannot wrap my ailing body inside a cocoon, finely spun,
so, I give thanks to my spirit for its benevolent intervening.