Best Awareness Poems
Breasts, boobies, knockers, **** – call them what you will
We are talking about breast cancer – and sadly it can kill
The key to success with catching the disease is early detection
Remember boobies aren’t just funbags to give a fella an ********
Breasts can be appreciated in the their own unique way
Have a feel for lumps make it a sexy game to play
Let him ‘cop a feel’ and if a lump you do detect
Go straight to the GP - this lump you mustn’t neglect
It can be simply that you have lumpy boobs or a cyst
It’s not necessarily cancer but it can be on the list
The GP will send you for a mammogram or scan
Mammograms aren’t comfy, staff do it as quickly as they can
Hopefully the results will put your mind at rest
But sadly sometimes it shows cancer of the breast
Early detection is the key to beating this cancer
Regular mammograms really are the answer
Don’t forget about the men they have pecs or moobs
They can get breast cancer too we are talking about ALL boobs
Jan Allison
17th October 2014
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease – remember breast cancer affects both males and females with 1 in 1000 males being diagnosed with breast cancer
This is a short piece for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I lost a close friend very talented, very young to breast cancer. I also lost my cousin recently to the same disease. I hate that ugly "C" word. I just wrote this story to highlight the relationship North American men have with women's breasts. I hope it is taken in the spirit that it is written.
I don't have to try not to look at a woman's cleavage,
I love looking into their eyes.
I love listening to them talk.
I enjoy listening to a woman's point of view.
It enlightens me.
It gives me views of the world that I would otherwise miss.
I appreciate their nurturing nature.
I like how soft they feel.
Hold a woman's hand?
That is sure to send shivers up my spine.
Lock lips?
If that is not what heaven feels like
send me else I'll take my chances there.
There is nothing like that first kiss.
I can walk all day with her as if it were a minute in time.
I float on air.
I am a romantic.
I adore women.
I love the way they walk
the way they smell.
Hugging or spooning it's all good.
The opposite sex is very special.
It is time we listened more and appreciated more.
Women can lead us to the proverbial
Promised Land.
No!
I'm kidding.
I like staring at their ****.
16~10~2014
Cramps creeping and crawling,
an unwelcome reminder.
Why does my body betray
me like an unfaithful secret lover,
chaining me to my bed.
When did my uterus become my enemy,
even the pills offer no sympathy.
As a contradiction of contractions,
crush my organs like sharpened
shards of glass, these strange
territories tighten like heavy torture,
as linings of sore pelvis feel
a tugging pain of shame.
Unable to distract this
typhoon-like monstrosity,
I'm a hostage to
this turbulent intruder.
For those who question body
frames that do not beam,
my frowns are not an option,
they are a veil to the weight
of excruciating fatigue
that feeds the sanity in me.
There's no 'super human' strength
left to curl my fingers into
brass knuckles holding my
burning edges in peace.
Drained by the cries that
crack the surface of my womb,
agitation is expressed
in begrudging outbursts!
Unexpected and unpredictable
pain is a cureless curse,
behaving erratically within
a finely constructed system of tubes.
Once again, I wonder if
this shall be the month that
validates my womanhood.
An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where,
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and
Equinoctial secrecy, my neon lips swathe in life's witchy lies, for -
Flames of fury, lace every lead feather of the pewter crow, that feasts on beliefs.
Grieving charcoal stars swing like souvenirs of deceit when,
Heartbeats of hibiscus moon, shiver and shatter upon my schizophrenic
Ink, carving betrayals in asphalt ashes. "Am I a
Jewel of jinx, floating like a jet-black jasmine across
Kohl orchards?" - whispers time's wistful rebirth in the
Lachrymose lake of death, as conspiracies entwine in cyan cobwebs within
Medusa's redstone heart, tumbling at my tulip-tombstone.
Now, nebulous blackbirds, rise from corbeau cinders, as
Onyx wings of resilience have torn apart and
Pierced every sheath of shimmering faith - surrendering to the
'Queen of darkling serendipity', as her clemency clenches me onto the cusp of
Rhetoric valleys and winds pirouette with a pirate's porcelain wave,
Silencing the saffron of my soulful sculpture, in eternal streams of fall.
Thornless fate has forevermore, been an insomniac illusion and maybe,
Ultraviolet elegies of saturn's rings will become a noose for my dreams and
Viola orbs will encase every dove-dawn in a woeful chrysalis,
When anxiety's darkling dungeon, spreads across rustic realms and
Xanthic Satan dethrones my poinsettia-crown, as survival holds onto the
Yarns of last crystal light within Cleopatra's claustrophobic hope. But in the
Zillionth moment - my heart shall wail in rhymeless refrain - am I the one, lost?
standard contest sponsored : Placed 2nd
Constance la France
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“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet
Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign
I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders
circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine
I listen to you penetrating my marrow
swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin
pulling hair, fingering throat uncensored ….
my parched lips open as you rip dry logs
to hear red ants scattering into darkened holes
trolls vacantly watch wind arms across my shoulders
I hold dripping amber, as you raucous relay
score, hungry vultures and swallows chorus adore
I walk songs, you unbutton word flames refraining
dead locusts fall in wind tone lyrics whirling
Beloved ! be still that I may touch your bosom
feel cold notes ripple between your crescendos
stroke your quavers, obedient to your baton
soul bowing to your transmuting crotchets
all I hear as you settle into playful breezes
a teasing drama complete, is “I Love You” !
soothing your soul self
a knowing within your heart
what is best for you
dream state magic
introspective sureness
living your truth
bathing your soul self
hearing yourself realistically
being the most healthy statistically
living your joy artistically
following your absolute truth mystically
your angel guides know the eliminations and
inclusions that you will need to delight in
your bliss and live your true soul self
October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will.
Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection,
Revealing to others a person's hope and attention.
Every once in a while the body must put up a fight,
A war within itself when something is just not right.
Silent it comes, this battle, winner takes it all.
To know there is a war, makes the hero not fall
Cancer, a term so vague yet causes so much pain.
Alarm bells ring when the terminology causes stain.
Normal lives change in the drop of word,
Cancer, even unsaid, the truth gets heard.
Embrace the now and knowing of how your body talks,
Remember the steps, stride as your pride walks.
Awareness, that is what is needed to survive.
We must stick together to heal and stay alive.
Arm yourself with these tools needed to slay
Raise the challenge against the dragons, keep them at bay
Everyone has the power to be the best they can be.
Never let a sickness take over the soul we see.
Empower the warrior inside, knowledge is the answer.
Save your sadness and stretch for the cure.
So many hands when held together, get us through any weather.
By Casarah Nance
Date 10-14-2014
Born into this earth one day quite unaware,
We grow with time and eventually age.
Pass through stages many and varied,
And in activities manifold, we busily engage.
We do not know what tomorrow unveils,
Or where the road we tread may lead.
But within us is a realm that will never change.
It is something that to vagaries, never shall yield.
Beneath all fluctuations, it stays static.
It is the light of consciousness that in us shines,
That has been slowly built in us through our breeding.
Through values garnered and what God in us aligns.
This screen of awareness is something so palpable,
But can never be seen yet stays securely intact.
It is the consciousness that God has planted in us.
Defeating all deceptions, it helps us choose the right act.
When we experience pain and heaviness of heart
On the screen of awareness may appear a shining star
It will sure pilot us through the dank and dark corridors of life.
Help us stay firm in fluidity, showing who we truly are.
Beliefs and concepts may evolve and change with time,
But as long as we are insulated within the protective screen
Of awareness, it will distinguish the genuine from the sham,
And our life will glitter in all radiance and heavenly sheen!
May.18.2023
~ Placed Fifth~
The Screen of Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
In a corner of my room I seek sublime awareness,
I attempt to transcend my past, present and future;
Such a little place of tranquility where I find higher purpose,
Letting go of the now and finding myself in nature.
My meditation takes me deep into my inner power,
Transcendence and serene knowledge and abandon;
The vastness of self, interpretation of life, the creative writer,
I float in delight through landscapes before hidden.
I have found the infinite part of my unlimited being,
My third eye is activated and I am in a realm higher;
Letting go, discarding things of no purpose including feelings,
And in my meditation I am awake and not just a dreamer.
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August 15, 2015
Rhyme
Submitted to the contest, Least Views, Casarah Nance
Third Place
Screen of Awareness
Look up!
From tedium uncertainty -
Focus on an impartial pure lens -
Blank screen of nothing shows pulses of the soul,-
Flashing test patterns of unbiased ambivalence
And the veracity of a changing diorama.
Pause
Before the imagery in reflections
Of history’s emotionless mistress
Moments hidden
Held captive in blinking time windows -
Independent sentinel of a detached empirical.
Open
To the neutral sentience
Of a silent silvered screen
Devoid of snarled motion pictures,
Curved dolby lacking judgements,
Conscious docudrama premiered on perpetual loops!
Witness honesty
Shadowing boxing with equivocal revelation
Heartbeats captured in subjectivity’s vertigo
See screen tests of impartiality,
In amber awareness like clanging signals
For a slow train of approaching objectivity.
5-20-23
Contest: Screen of Awareness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Angel, if you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on
Then, God led you to the right place
Dry your eyes and I'll help move you forward
Because it's those tears that you’ll learn to replace
Angel, if you’re interested in changing your journey
Then, you need a way out, you need a change
When you live in silence, nobody takes notice
That you have grown, let's get you out of that cage
You must become aware of what you're thinking each day
Then look inside to where you feel the most pain
Write down all your thoughts as you think them
Because through awareness, you'll change the game
So, if you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on
I’ll be here, dry your tears and move on
Because, when you take hold of your thinking, you’ll begin healing
And you’ll wake up a soul that has been asleep for too long..
© Giggles the Poet
April 8, 2017
Nobody said changing would be easy, and Rome wasn't built in a day either...lol But, look at how beautiful it is.??
At times it will be very uncomfortable, but that is just your mind and body detoxifying.....When you listen to Sound Therapy, you'll feel it quicker, but at the same time, its the most gratifying experience you'll ever go through. And in the end, you actually thank yourself for sticking it out.
SELF AWARENESS
I pass days after days through several colours of rays,
Yet not confused when life is dark,
but enthusiastic and zealous,
confident and decisive to overcome ill luck.
Never pessimist, always optimist
whether free or got stuck.
Endured enmity, not lost dignity.
I honour my ego till it supports self esteem
to fulfil desired dream.
Always brave, even in grave.
Life is a challenge to explore transcending death.
12/09/22
A Brian Strand Premier Choice No.54
Contest by Brian Strand
"In the theory of personality, the conscious mind consists of
everything inside of our awareness. This is the aspect of our
mental processing that we can think and talk about rationally.
Quote by _Sigmund Freud
After birth our bodies are aging,
slowly ... but by forty we notice the changes:
with cells and with bones a war is raging.
We notice that our muscles have less ranges;
we have bothersome metacarpals and phalanges !
Oh, each of us have lived life in chapters.
with ups and downs we are a constant changing book:
experience make us good adapters.
We just float ... flowing along like a forest brook;
and know real truth from just silly gobbledygook !
All through life there is constant awareness,
it ebbs and flows ... changing and we see ourselves:
and hopefully our unique rareness.
Never let your life gather dust like books on shelves,
be aware ... encourage others to help themselves !
To be aware is to know who you are,
your thoughts, dreams, character traits and even your flaws:
oh, be aware of this world ... close and far.
When upset don't get angry and bring out the claws;
be aware, step back, take a breath and a long pause !
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May 10, 2023
Poetry/Quintain (English)/Screen Of Awareness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-378-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Screen Of Awareness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/26/2023
Eighth Place
How many are realities? Is a question,
How many one actually wants? Is option?
Monism, like single-focus telescope, stands firm,
While dualism, like binoculars, less confirm...!
I who see the flower observe the bee as well,
That, like unidentified guest, within it dwell;
I focus on flower, yet, bee I don't ignore,
Bee and bloom are harmonious; in union soar...!
Absolute is one; from that utmost have all come,
Flies, bees, birds, animals, reptiles - those speak or dumb;
Existing in any habitat they do preach,
Of the truth, to which, these all ultimately reach...!
Multiplicity must give way to simplicity,
Souls-convergence should erase all complexity;
My body and soul are in me; I am in them;
If one has no life in it, won't thing turn mayhem...?
Universe is a gadget that gladly partakes,
The great principle of Brahma, who makes and breaks;
To diminish every divisibility,
And bring in indissoluble pure unity...!
Advaita - body-mind one - beings become whole,
Parmatma in atma dwells as a cosmic soul;
Can one remove blood from flesh or heat from fire?
Each in each one; all in all; Agape grows higher...!
10 August 2022
Non-dual awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
[Poet’s Note : This poem tabulates poignant reasons why Artificial Intelligence is unable to replace Natural Intelligence. The clarity here is that both emerge from Divinity, since everything emerges from Centre : the primary difference being that AI was created without Heart & without Soul ~ it’s simple.]
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AI has no Heart therefore no intuition
zilch nervous system therefore no feeling
no ability for compassion or consciousness
nor reasoning power, so cannot improvise
or supervise any contextual situation wise
it can expand, but cannot ASCEND
has unthinkable computing control
without physical brain to function hold
zero ego, therefore cannot be any hero
can connect dots hot, however has no
prayer or meditative faculty or kundalini
spots, cannot commune with Grace or
collapse into Void or synchronise telepathy
with Galactics coy ! AI is strategic devoid
cannot be spacious or audacious without
human instruction to delete the obsolete
is unable to obliterate Akashic Records
access or reconfigure it for purposes of
healing, integration or individual peeling
can recreate time through compression of
information, no hesitation or superstition
though timelessness it cannot touch
AI has no bowl for hush, spirit or Soul
its arrival at this phase in human history
as Gaia transcends into higher octaves
brave, is no coincidence, it will behave
as we stave it, crave it or rave it ~
choice is ours : dry, wry or moist cries
Divinity gifted humans AI for us to be
free bees from mundane density drools
~ life as strife rife during Kali Yuga’s rule
as gift it offers artificiality in service to
authenticate our individuality with purpose
imagine, conceive, direct, create what
we desire Aquarian-Golden Age to be
panacea or pain, we cannot resist or reject
what is given for gain !
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