Best Convalescing Poems

I had a quarrel with my own life 
I didn’t want to divulge it to anyone I knew
It was then I met the one who in many eyes,
Had sparked feelings of sympathy or contempt

Confined to a wheel chair in a hospital room
Amid the smell of...

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What do you
think of me now?

I hear you say what
a brat I am and how
I made you do it
the hits, the hurts,
the names you called
me-well, I lived
through it
When you came into
my room at night I
prayed I would
disappear
 but things have
changed a lot since
then, here’s
something you...

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Black russian; White russian If 
you dare o0zing sex on the beach 
strolls down mem~o~rized long
Island ice tea left me stranded on A 
one night affair.

Impacted viberations through
bloody mary's vines quenching
her thrusting thirst for one more 
blow~job If you pleaz!!! He Asks.

Convalescing bodies hit the...

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There is a spy within me
tapped into suspicions
one eye zeroed in
round the clock

There is a ward
of smuggled wounds
convalescing in my notebooks
smudged so badly
that only I can decipher
their blood

I wake early
before family commotion starts
before the endless
mandible chatter
rips apart the silence

because my mind is groggy
standing before sunrise
because...

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My friends are convalescing
In their beds they lay
The truth there lies before me
Future come what may

Aches are my companion
Pain a faithful friend
Rigor mortis is a buddy of mine
He’ll be there in the end

The nurse is such a sweetie
Gives me what I wish
I know she means...

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Talking of obscenity 
you were undressing 
to show the scars.

It was and it was not
a display of is. Little
raw wound.

The lungs will not take
this insult and scream
in full horror.

One collapsed faith, after
the god failed him
to climb a ladder.

I am still convalescing
from the gunshot injury,
when you...

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i let myself go and accept the blessing
you unveil my inner self to view
i feel as if i am needfully convalescing
for this feeling is so rare and few...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in a hot tub.

Hmm... on second thought
lemme apprise others 
on the...

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Remember when I was small
Never had to worry bout anything
Every morning when I awake
Had breakfast and start playing

Playing cricket and football
Going in the bush for guava
And the garden with my father
Planting dasheen and cassava

But time goes away quickly
And just like the morning mist
And leave you...

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MY LIFE IN VERBS
by
 JOHN M. ARRIBAS





Nothing, Something Treading, Swimming, Navigating,  Vibrating, Penetrating, Dividing, Multiplying, Forming, Shaping, Moving, Kicking, Exiting, Crying, Breathing, Seeing, Sleeping, Being.

Suckling, Creeping, Crawling, Walking, Talking, Running, Growing, Playing, Adjusting, Adapting, Complying.
 
Enrolling, Attending, Learning, Reading, Writing, Socializing, Growing, Formulating, Postulating,...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when...

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I cried  my heart out
For i am hurting, but no one pays attention 
Ozone depletion my signature symptom 
But they wouldn't let go
I cried out until until my tears caused floods  and stirred storms
My piercing cry caused droughts

I changed the times and seasons
To...

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Tears in the Crowds

A tyrant on a corrupt throne 
A sheep about to become a genetic clone
A weary traveller far away from home 
A heroin addict on methadone

Graveyards of peace and quiet lament 
An ungrateful niece, 
Dead bodies in cement 
The Biblical Golden Fleece 
Friedrick...

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I HAVE A CALL ON MY LIFE
A CALL ON MY LIFE
BY DIVINE NATURE THIS IS WHY
THIS IS WHY
WHY
HOLY BLESSINGS CONVALESCING
BE TRUE INTERCESSION
I HAD (I HAVE A)divine intervention
I HAD A DIVINE INTERVENTION
I HAVE A DIVINE INTERVENTION
INTERVENTION

I HAVE TO BE STILL IN MY LIFE
BE QUIET ALLOW THE...

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Translation



               ~Her Attentive Daughter~



Before winters sun; she awakes.
A nice, warm, shower, is her habit.
In plaid slippers to the kitchen she 
then goes.
To prepare breakfast for her family
The dog also begging to...

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