Best Handicapped Poems
you know I’ll break with a straw on my back ~ remove the hump then we’ll see
By
David Kavanagh
In the middle of the night a door slams
The awful scent of cigarettes floats upward penetrates my nostrils
Insomnia keeps him up and restless
Lying here I hear, smell and know that the worst is yet to come
Huntington's Disease slowly destroys brain cells
Mutant form of huntingtin aggregrates within the brain
It touches the connectors and interfers with the synaps
Extra dopamine causes his need for instant gratification
I taste the tears as they spill tumbling down
Feel the his fear, his terror of what lies ahead
I can hear his hurtful words as his temper flairs
Thankful for his hugs when he is calm
I am glad that he is able to work for inability lies ahead
Unless some researcher somewhere finds a treatment
If not only downhill slide is inevidible
Destruction of the brain will leave him unable to even swallow
Let my tears spill down, overflow touch upon my face
Taste the salt as they touch my lips
Let me face the daylight hours with courage and strength
Today he might stumble and fall into the horrors of the disease
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They don’t want to talk about it
so I learned not to talk about it
after all, why would they
want to hear it
want to discuss it
After all, they have daughters
After all, they have sons
and grandsons
and granddaughters
of their own…
Like a phantom limb:
A leg ripped loose
or an arm
or a heart...
One knows
it is gone
yet it still aches
long after
Handicapped
On disability
One of THOSE
who has loved
loved and lost
a child…
They don’t want to talk about
so I learned not to talk about it…
Fakers
Fraudsters
Frankenstein's
Come on please
in your wheelchairs
so what?
No knees, big deal
you have so many abbreviations
more than eye
Show offs with your big wheels
missing body parts here and there
virus and bacteria attacking you everywhere
So what? is what I say
why do you all steal my label
you two handed freaks
Stop with this handicapped nonsense
you have two hands
so leave me my sorrows, and only word
Tiss I
who is handicapped
with one hand
Eye know
13 February 2010
The Handicapped
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Senryu poem
The handicapped,
unable, at a disadvantage
emerged as winner and versatile leader
!
Cruel God’s crooked clasp,
Is worse than the sting of a wasp,
Genius, healthy, wealthy man,
Becomes an orphan and forlorn!
Childhood innocent,
Youth fragrant,
Tranquil prime,
Become a weird dream!
Defies God’s clout,
Becomes fear-less ‘n’ stout,
Undertakes an uphill task,
And reaches the mountaintop!
Handicapped albeit,
Dares God’s verdict,
Proves the worth by his action,
He is worthy of admiration!!
slow slime
nothing like before
Unto you un-glue
this ugly face.
While I wait
for resurrection
I may even
pierce my own hands
Churches wither
and I make pavement
Void of answers
is my speech impediment.
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Too much turmoils
Make me fatique
Too much chaos
Make me deaf
Too much tragedies
Make me blind
My mind jammed
My heart broken
I have nothing to say anymore
Years after years hazards come and go and return
Silence is the only word on my lips
The fan blades turn and turn
No noise but efficient
Noisy fan means old and not functioning well
But my silence means loss, helpless and confused
God's silence means we're seriously handicapped
God's words are spread in all nature
With philosophical signs
To be interpreted by man himself
Silence always speaks the loudest voice
To man's heart only
With no heart attacks of course
A heart can be put in a battery to make it function again
How about a stonely heart with God's words
Maybe,maybe...
like a chained pet dog
my hands are in hand slim pouch ~
bearing all great pains
24 November 2021
(9/23/14)
Born deaf and not a sound to be heard
Sign language was her only words
Longing to hear any sound at all, even the bouncing of a ball
To know what it would be like to hear a robin sing
And the sounds of early spring.
She learned to read lips and could feel the vibrations of musical sounds.
The sensitivity in her fingers had gotten so good
That the music she understood.
She found that the guitar vibrations she could feel more
And it opened up a brand new door.
Her mother saw the joy that the guitar did bring
So she bought a guitar with everything.
The amplified speakers did rock the floor
Even through her closed door.
She learned to play guitar and write music too
And showed the other children just what to do.
Soon afterwards she created a band in the
SCHOOL FOR THE DEAF and showed others that there is no such thing
As HANDICAPPED, and that only happens when you turn your back.
HOPE, FAITH, LOVE
I'm old, I'm old
I'll die if I catch cold
I tried to skip
But snapped my hip
I'm old I'm old I'm old.
Handicapped Ant
Five legged ant walks awkwardly into obstacles
Around rocks, gravel, while stumbling to the field
Peculiar, odd, not in a normal way by any stretch
Strangely staggering, maneuvering, seeking incognito
Ant is challenged by its height as well, for being small
It does not like large creatures wearing shoes
Iron boots are too much for insects on or off the path
There is no protection in the grass from giants
Tornadoes frighten ants and the handicapped
They can not stand the meteors that land near by
Or ones that hit them directly, well
It does not matter when impacted dead
All ants simply want to go to work
Use all six legs to get through the day
Eat some leaves, not have to think or worry
Raise their young, be left alone, then die
The five legged handicapped ant can't run so fast
It leans to the left when meandering in the grass
Avoids humans at all cost
They make fun of it and how it walks
Handicapped?
Handicapped there’s no such thing As they have so much to a job bring,
There are many things that they can do. If given the chance by me our you
I know of one who works for me, He’s opened my eyes and made me see
He only wanted the world to see, That he has in many things the ability.
He looked at what I needed him to do, And when he started wonders did ensue,
He did so well I just knew,
Exactly what I had to do,
He was delighted in hearing what I had to say, That was that he was in charge from today
With tears in his eyes he said to me, THANK YOU SIR I’LL MAKE YOU PROUD OF ME.
Jim is an epileptic and a little slow in understanding but the work he does is GREAT!
“HANDICAPPED IS ONLY A WORD WAITING FOR THE DOOR TO AN OPPORTUNITY TO OPEN!”
(R. Taub) Sept. 14 2009.
Mary had a little hand
She kept it in her pocket
Sheep and people laughed at her
Odd fingers running through her golden lockets
Hand followed her to school one day
As an appendage, it had nowhere else to go
She pulled it out at recess
To scare children while at play
Mary had a little gun
Which is against the rules
Hidden in her pocket just for fun
Loaded and ready to shoot some fools
The little hand is not her only problem
And this is the honest truth
Mary ended up in an asylum
Clearly has lost her innocence and youth
For killing lambs as white as snow
And blowing away class mates at play
She had nowhere else to go you know
Incarcerated on such a lovely day
Helplessness is not their weakness
Amiably searching to find their way
Never throwing their hands in
Dealing the cards they continue to play
Ignorance is sadly mistaken
Corrupted minds already at check mate
Anger and frustrated by the unawareness
Poorly trained society is their inevitable fate
Pleased at the simplest achievements
Every day actions we simply dismiss
Disabled is just a word, let us all see the heavenly bliss
© Stacy Lynn Stiles