Best Diabetics Poems
Epitaph for the Test Dogs
What you did for us, not many know,
because you did it so long ago.
Victoria’s reign to flapper days,
you lived in labs while other dogs played.
Pancreas removed from each of you,
you were, then, rendered diabetic too.
Were insulin shots something to trust?
Since they worked for you, they were tried on us.
They worked like magic when they were tried.
Type I diabetics no longer died.
To you, furry friends, this tribute we give.
You gave up normal lives so we could live.
Contest: How you live or have been healed from a difficult and challenging health condition?
Categories:
diabetics, dog, health,
Form:
Rhyme
I went ghetto gold .......
I was told that when I flip this,
I'm come sicker than syphilis,
My verses come in 3's like triplets,
I drop ebonic type scriptures,
That keep your eardrumbs numb,
when my psalms roll off my tongue,
my adversaries hide & run,
as the oxygen escapes from my lungs,
I lace my poetic sermons with codeine
the mo' feinds means the mo' green I separate,
I'm a cheese head like in Green Bay
so I stay in a chedda' state[money state],
of mind frame & 1 of my prophecies,
I will rise at a high velocity,
and my thoughts'll be,
sprinkled[spoken ] far from sloppily,
when my voice is transmitted,
the pathetic get netted & shredded,
by my unsweetened poetic antidotes
see i'm sugarfree like diabetics,
Strong Faith,Family&Love's a good trinity,
and my deliveries,
during my performances or soliloquies,
will let all know this should be,
broadcasted throughout history,
I'm the vocabulary minister,
If your poetry soul's empty I'll replenish ya',
and when I'm finished
I'll stamp your inner thoughts
with the Rhyme Pedllaz signature,
And my mouthpiece unleashes verbal hand grenades,
from the block to the stage,
and the weak gets quarantined
when I deliver 1 of my spoken word plagues,
You can wipe your ears off now.
Categories:
diabetics, hip hop, spoken word,
Form:
Rhyme
The illness in life
Some can be cured
Often are a mystery
They have no cures
Many people are curious
So many dollars spent
On cures for cancer
Yet there is no cure
Curious why diabetics
That is a rare case
A cure is not found
Mulipultiple sclrosis
Another illness
Without a cure
Polio also no cure
Where are the experts?
To find a cure?
You would think with
medical research
A cure for one illness
would be found
Categories:
diabetics, sick,
Form:
Narrative
Arriving from unknown somewhere
He set up clinic in the market square
Declared he could cure any disease
Using herbal drugs of plants and trees
Townsfolk being credulous
Soon to his shop began to rush
Diabetics, rheumatics, asthmatics flooded
None over his degree brooded
A few weeks later, afloat was this rumor
He cures for he rightly detects the humor
Realizing that every client is a prospective fan
He talked in technical terms even with laymen
He would expose his victims to numerous medical terms
Also trade-names, contents, firms, diseases and germs
Just to exhibit erudition and sound philosophy
Without occasion he embarked on learned topics
Often dwelt on sedatives and epilepsy
Or discoursed at length on tumor and biopsy
Then in a torrent of rodomontade would relate
Histories of cases cured with specific names and date
Discourses full of references to Ayurvedic treatises
Madhav, Charak, Susrut and other varieties
To prove his point he recited aloud original excerpts
As a result ,he soon won the epithet: "expert of experts"
"Discourteous ingrates! They even do not thank
Though I give 'em new life" exclaimed the mountebank.
Always eager to spar against allopathy
At the slightest provocation he would lecture on allopathic hazards
Or would lament on untidy hospitals and unhygienic wards
Boldly averring: "To hide anything from patients is a deadly sin"
Within no time he became a celebrity
His tricks worked and brought him publicity
After a year DHO came to see him in person
And sought his counsel for his sick son
A minister's car at his doorstep halted
Just to enhance libido and weakness treated
He gave the minister powerful mercury dust
Which triggered his vigor and inflamed his lust
Then to CM's ears reached his fragrant fame
Who called him secretly telling him not to declare name
MPs in turn heard of this rare phenomenon
And turned up to consult him one by one
Director drug control came to seek his advice
For chronic dysentery and perennial bronchitis
At length PM had to send him his compliments
For service to nation and" particular "patients
The whole world acknowledged him as master of his craft
But a person knew his truth in his own staff
His compounder knew his master was a fake
But he swallowed the secret for heaven's sake
Categories:
diabetics, imagination, inspirational, introspection, drug,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
I just don't get it experts say diabetes in kids don't respond to meds or insulin.They admits diabetes is preventable and curable by eating better. Explaining that sugary drinks like sodas should be remove from schools to help our kids. So what do they say will solve the problem? Tax on the sugary culprit that's making these kids sick.
I simply can't see the logic in charging a food tax on soft drinks and foods causing this disease. If there's snakes on the plane that's killing the passengers you don't charge a tax to end the suffering. You remove the snakes.
Experts found that diabetes is a diet, nutritious, lifestyle disease. We simply need to eat right. Our young diabetics is having strokes at án early age. They are having fatal heart attacks by age 20.
The thing to do is turn the (weapons) non nutritious foods into (plow shears) food that make well, instead of charging a tax on foods that kill overtime while healthy foods that's more costly gets passed over, out of reach for those unable to pay more.
If those most effected can't afford the cost of a healthy diet how are they to afford the cost of a unhealthy diet. They will be forced to continue eating unhealthy just paying more to do so. I simply don't see the logic.
I just don't get it, but I do get it.
Money is the root strengthing the thinking behind this logic to charge a tax on foods that kills rather than cease the manufacturing of this poisons for monetary gains.
We see this same logic in cigarette taxes. Instead of eliminating the nicotine that's causing the cancers, they charge smokers a tax to smoke their cancer sticks. Smokers continue to smoke eventhough cigarettes are costly. I admit anti smoking campaigns and advertisings has worked decreasing the percentage of cigarette smokers from the glory days of "its cool to be a smoker" back in the 1940's and 60's to the smokers of today. Still today new smokers jump on the smoke wagon at an early age.
So problem solved? I don't see the logic, but I do.
Categories:
diabetics, death, food, cancer,
Form:
Blank verse
Wish satisfaction lasted longer
than the performance it took
to achievie it. Longer than
one's recollection of years
spent reminiscing over it
Could I have an influx
of orgasmic injections
so a sweeter satisfaction
premeates within me
balancing my urges
the same way insulin
gives life to diabetics.
Tapping an artery,
heroin and snow flurries,
in a moment she'll own me
like Snow did Dopey.
I need a chance to overdose with it.
Bring me back to life,
expose my undying
determination to make a meal
of what I'm dying to feel.
You give me an AMC
kinda feel
Syndicate me,
give me my own channel,
prescribe a rating
and see if I can handle.
Animal channel or
Discover. PG unseen.
Satisfy by any means,
induce riots,
produce documentaries
Call it "He don't know how to act"
and yell pineapple,
stroke after...
Well, you receive
the meaning.
Whatever you do
release soon,
I wanna see your
blockbuster in
slow motion replay
Categories:
diabetics, body, candy, sin,
Form:
Free verse
The Man who hates Israel
Today we had lunch at a restaurant called Israel and,
yes it was Jewish but I didn’t see an Islamist bomber
ready to blow himself and us up to King David come.
The food was good and later over coffee I noticed they
served food fit for diabetics.
What amused me was that one of the dishes, hummus with
something was recommended by lady Gaga which I take
to be a cross- dressing singer. Where are the Jews?
Finally, an elderly couple arrived she looked like Isaac Rabin’s
wife and the man a scientist, to my chagrin they left
the food was too Middle Eastern for them they spoke English
with a Dutch accent. The Hollanders are really mean, I gave a lift
to a prince of the house of Orange he lived quite far from me
but didn’t even offer me a cup of coffee.
I remember him telling me that the crown prince of Norway
had shamefully married a commoner, a waitress of all things.
I digress, The Israeli restaurant served meatless food which
suits me well, only when I came home I wondered if the place
was a cover for Mossad’s and they take no interest in me.
No matter how much I holler about the Zionists they are not
sending assassins after me so I have to live with my failures.
Categories:
diabetics, absence, abuse, angst, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
At the kitchen table
Eating all the gravy
Biscuits, cornbread
Turkey legs and ham
Grand man chosen
Is beholden smorgasbord
Stop eating
Look at these dishes
Everyone's eating whose gonna clean up all those dirty dishes
Papa smoking a pipe
Reading the newspaper
Trying to understand all the hype all the hype oh yeah
People still greasing their faces
Overeating diabetics
Sausages and fat back pork and slime and more so much more on the place
At the kitchen table
Eating all the gravy
Biscuits and cornbread
Stomach and head exploding
Grand man chosen
Is beholden smorgasbord
Stop eating all yah
Look at these dishes
Everyone's full got up and ran from the table
Now you no ya able, to come help clean up
Them dirty dishes
Written words & arranged music by JaMaz Rseel Drawde Semaj 2015, 2019©
From anthology “Unckle Ja’maz a deadication to Jamela Jenkins”
Categories:
diabetics, hip hop, how i
Form:
Free verse
The Man who hates Israel
Today we had lunch at a restaurant called Israel and,
yes it was Jewish but I didn’t see an Islamist bomber
ready to blow himself and us up to King David come.
The food was good and later over coffee I noticed they
served diabetic food or food fit for diabetics.
What amused me was that one of the dishes, hummus with
something was recommended by lady Gaga which I take
to be a cross-dressing singer. Where are the Jews?
Finally, an elderly couple arrived she looked like Isaac Rabin’s
wife and the man a scientist, to my chagrin they left
the food was too Middle Eastern for them the spoke English
with a Dutch accent. The Hollanders are really mean, I gave a lift
to a prince of the house of Orange he lived quite far from me
but didn’t even offer me a cup of coffee.
I remember him telling me that the crown prince of Norway
had shamefully married a commoner, a waitress of all things.
I digress, The Israeli restaurant served meatless food which
suits me well, only when I came home I wondered if the place
was a cover for Mossad’s and they take no interest in me.
No matter how much I holler about the Zionists they are not
sending assassins after me so I have to live within my failures.
Categories:
diabetics, blessing, celebration, heart, psychological,
Form:
Blank verse
Soon. My Birthday Candles
This last autumn is constantly milky white or drawn gray hanging down between the trees without an intent to reveal any blue of a sky exists so making ever higher a reach to heaven re-routing confusing
even angels
this last autumn of the present decade of my life when I celebrate longevity along with God my ABBA who carried me here beyond all forecasts for that era when futures for child-diabetics were inevitably
stricken short
but I with my family made an art of survival turning trials into challenges for feats of every fibre questing on the full-sail voyage together more
we made an art of effort of optimism of caring
of aspirations...
none would have believed blowing out these candles marking
six-decades aging after all my beloved had sat around grandma’s
kitchen table with small sweetened-laughs saying “oh Sally...you wil
outlive us all” blowing out candles
with such wishes and exclamations as “...and many more..”
filling the air rejoicing how their delicate child wedged
between life and death went forth with blessed broad smiles
and love-seeded pathways of purpose...
***********. *************. ***********
(c) sally Young eslinger 12/1/2020
Thanks be to God
Categories:
diabetics, celebration, christian, health, irony,
Form:
Prose
At the kitchen table
Eating all the gravy
This gets complicated and messy
Cornbread and turkey
Ham and chicken
Grand man chosen
Is beholden smorgasbord
Stop eating
Look at these dishes
Everyone's eating who's going to clean all these
Dirty dishes
Papa smoking a pipe
Reading a newspaper
Trying to understand all the hype
yeah all the hype
While still at the kitchen table
People still greasing their faces
Overeating diabetics
Pork and Italian sausages
and fat back and slime
And all that
No one's taking time
To just get one more plate
At the kitchen table
Eating all the biscuits gravy
Cornbread ham and turkey
Grand man chosen
is beholden
Smokers board
Stop eating look at those dishes
Everyone's eating who's going to clean
All these Dirty Dishes
4/27/15
Written words by Ja'Maz Semaj Drawer Rseel ©2015, 2020
From anthology "UNCKLE JA'MAZ"
Categories:
diabetics, adventure, analogy, family, food,
Form:
Free verse
What no sugar means
Is that it’s sugar free
For a diabetic
It’s very important
But when something
That’s supposed to be
Sugar free has sweetener
Inside, like fructose or
Sweet and low, it’s
A misrepresentation of
A sugar free product, plus
It’s bad for diabetics
Categories:
diabetics, health, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Web bakers making cookies,
Small,so soft hot less cookies
All diabetics buy and try web cookies!
Categories:
diabetics, creation, environment, smart, society,
Form:
Blank verse