Best Caregivingday Poems
Snow flake's here, snow flakes there and soon there's snowflake's everywhere.
Some city may have sunshine, other places may even see rain. Whatever is the reason,
don't allow these astronomical happening's make you forget that, "(Jesus) He's the
reason for the season, that Christmas is the day of sharing love and a day that our kid's
should appreciate a day that our world was in need of a change.
Somewhere must I say, some lil boy with no toys will not enjoy this christmas day. But
really, its not always the presents that's stock underneath the tree, on this day as the
snow is still falling from the skie's, let us remember sharing is just as important. For un-
to us in Bethlehem, a King is born and love is the morale of the x-mas story. Love is
the reason just watch your kid's have fun as they run around and play, to the one's less
fortunate to not have what other's have or don't have, together let's us pray for happi-
ness throughout our familie's and our leadership all over this great land in which we
live. The greatest gift is due in all for joy of the reason. "He's the reason for the season,
and his ressurection is a gift of his Glory".
WHITE ROSES
Red horizon, sunset beach
Cranes fly over the moon
Artificial reality removes
time, condenses motion;
Sounds collide ghostly echoes
Adhere to the walls;
Institutional humanity
Created and fortified
By judgments, opinions
And medical melancholy
un scripted performances,
rages in a cage,
humanity undervalued,
brains unplugged, fed a diet
of labels and acronyms,
mentally incomplete
Unable to mount defenses
held back by imaginary
boundaries, a Labyrinth
of altered consciousness,
capricious, raw, unsettling;
white roses pirouette
within a glass house hastened
by the clock completing timed
synchronized routines repeated
daily, solemn, systemically;
Icy rain, frozen window pane,
fairies dancing on the rim,
Star to star, to the moon
Mania manifested fearless in
Raven hair, red hat dancing with
Shadows, giggles erupting sporadic,
Eagles carry flights of fancy
as sallow daffodils draped
In regret hint at depression,
a catatonic companion
Infected minds disrupted routinely
by medical decisions, robotic
White roses deliver good intentions
In thorny silence
Restless stupor, drug induced
Still life…fractured memories,
casualties coated in liquid gloom
Invisible mouths whispering,
beware;,white roses lifting their
colorless petals ever vigilant,
victims escorted to cloistered
confessionals,
psycho-babble economized,
sixty minutes of wordiness
psycho babble
tiny sun lit window,
glittering diamond dust
falling, free,
liberated, swirling
around a bald head
white roses, nodding
puppet-like offering
tiny cups full of hope
curative offerings seeking miracles;
as if they were body of Christ or some Holy Mass,
repeated, day after day reminding
the outcast of their maladies,
despair, cruel defects,
traumas and bruised ideals,
victims of apathetic politics
white roses, silhouettes,
ever vigilant shuffling in
and out always separated
from cerebral misprints
intelligence in storage,
locked behind
facades of architectural
esthetics
White roses, shadow origami
cranes fly over the moon
Time is something no one individual can control
One day you wake up one morning with a great goal
Then the next minute you find yourself in a hole
A great story sometimes has a dark end
Only in fairy tales you see that happy forever trend
No matter how long and clear a relationship may last
It can still wind up in the corner with stained glass
Month one
We are feeling how each other operate
Staying up past sunset just so I can say I heard your voice real late
The path is not crooked I must say it’s pretty straight
Looking for the flaws in you I sit in a corner and wait
Not finding any in you must be a good trait
A relationship so great most can’t even relate
Knowing this is early on all but is this destiny or fate
Month two
A rock was thrown at us up clear and out the blue
Who were they trying to hit
Was it me or was it you
Someone does not approve and thinks our relationship needs to go under review
Who are we kidding we are so blinded by our feelings we can’t even see through
So forget who threw the rock we are stuck together like a tattoo
Month three
Oh damn we are falling apart how could this be
We have only been together up till month three
Breaking up with you is something I can’t agree
Maybe it is that time to set the one we love free
But setting you free means I got to let you fly with all that debris
People are low down dirty snakes and that’s something I can foresee
But you and I can no longer be together which is something I must disagree
So much for that story booking ending we thought we were going to have
The feelings I have for you still last
We might be looking through some new glass
But at the end of the day you’re still the last on my brain
We no longer need to pop the bottle of champagne
Because we lost our tickets and missed the train
Just because our relationship may have been flushed down the drain
My feeling for you is like the dirt you can’t see and they still remain
© Jeremy Fennell
It began only by inches.
Tracing back time
all the way down the road,
until you re-arrive
to the last remembered crossroad.
And you think, where did it all go wrong?
Inch by inch, day by day.
You awaken to fresh joys.
These fits of the opened spirit
are only the beginning.
These circuitous routes of our lives,
these deep rhythmic patterns, random and cogent.
When sung in harmony
sorrow is joy.
In inseparable union.
To this the old creaking road
muttered a groan.
William was walking into
his 65th day of the trek.
He was searching for the remote chapel,
deep in the woods,
that his father had died in...