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Ode To My Chiro

My body’s friend, the Chiropractor
gives me exactly what I’m after.
A reduction of serious pain 
in my skeletal frame is my aim.
To be enabled to be able
keeps me mentally stable.
For years in my pain, Doctors said “no don’t go,
those Chiropractors are your foe!”
So doctors fed me pain pills and charged me too much,
talked of expensive therapy, operations and such.
Possible fusing could be motion  losing.
The therapy never did the trick,
And the pills just made me sick.
So I tried to be believing and nice,
but went against the Doc’s advice
because I could barely walk
and had to work, 
my body in shock.
Saw that Chiropractor, took his advice
and at a very reasonable price.
That was my first whose name was Dr B. 
He helped me immensely.
The pain left quickly. 
I was no longer sickly.
My current Chiropractor uses an activator,
He’s a dedicated rejuvenator.
A friend recommended him twelve years ago,
For needed maintenance, I still go.
So many times to my elation,
he’s saved me an operation,
because of the sensible characteristic,
That his Chiropractics are holistic.
Doctors have their place and if it needs be so,
My chiropractor will tell me to go.
So Doctors, curb your pride and make the confession,
CHIROPRACTICS  is a Most Noble Profession !

copyright : Written by Robert A. Dufresne 7/23/11
 
( A heart felt thanks to my Chiropractors, Dr B. in Vt. 
   and  Dr. R. S. here in Florida. God bless you both. )
Form: Couplet

My Friend Ana

She has Ana staying over again
You don't like her at all but she's her friend
Ana brought some pills for her to try
She tells you not to look they'll make you want to cry

She says Ana told me not to eat today
Don't argue with me I don't care what you have to say
And she's yelling at you for no reason at all
But she can't help it she just feels so small

When she looks in the mirror
She dies a little more inside
She hangs her head
And asks God to tell her why
Now she looks at you with tears in her eyes
Tell her she's beautiful

She hangs pictures of Ana on the wall
She says she'll get there even if she has to crawl
The secrets inside are hers to keep
She no longer lets you hold her as she sleeps

One day
She says baby come and sit with me while I pray
One day
I hope I'll never have to feel this way
me
Form:

Premium Member "holistic" Healer

There was something odd about this stranger
She called herself a holistic healer
But truly there was nothing “holy” about her

“Bring me an eye of a young newt,” she said
“Two toads that haven’t recently been fed
Be sure to include a Vampire Bat’s head”

“But I just have a problem sleeping in bed;
Shouldn’t I drink chamomile tea instead?”
The scowl she offered filled me with great dread

“You asked for my help; do you really want it?
You risk seeing your name in an obit.”
She scared me to action, I must admit

It took some work, but when I returned
Over to her all her requests I turned
Thinking a cure I must surely have earned

“Ah,” she said wickedly, “thank you, my dear.”
She handed me chamomile tea in good cheer
So I asked why she’d made requests so *****

“Stick around, you’ve more problems than you know
I have to treat that scaly patch that grows
From the top of your head down to your toes”

Ran out, I did, pledged never to come back
Saw in a mirror skin flaking and black
Vowed to find a doctor who’s not a quack!

The newt, toads and bat caused this reaction
Now I needed a full skin extraction
Paid a real doc big bucks for satisfaction


*Written in honor of Deborah Guzzi's The Road to Wellville contest
Form: Rhyme


Diet Demon

One day, on a sudden whim,
I started a sponsored slim
In an effort to get me trim
And raise funds, for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown
Things were going good,
I was doing what I should
By eating healthy food
But there was one thing, which always let me down
This was the evil demon drink
And wine was my armours chink
Straight down the kitchen sink
It should have went, if truth be known
Not satisfied with just one glass,
I’d drink each drop, until the last
Then hunger struck and I’d break my fast
Guilt, the next day, would make me frown
When I stepped on the scales,
And saw to no avail
My slimming quest had failed
I felt I’d betrayed my cause and let people down
This led me to proclaim
This day, from wine I will abstain
So pounds I’ll lose, not to regain
And raise the funds for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown.
Form: Rhyme

I Fear

I went to the doctors the other day
I was having a lot of pain
I shrilly thought I was going to die
Apparently, all I had were stones inside
The doctor said that’s an easy fix 
45minutes, you know that is quick
You’ll be under and we’ll take a part of you out
Still, fear fills my hear full of doubt
Doctors seem to cocky for me, 
I know their smart, but some have swollen heads that fall to their knees
They all seem to think surgery is no big thing
I bet he be singing a different tune if he were the one in my shoes

Author's Note: I just found out I have to have my gallbladder removed, the doctor says
it's a simple surgery I go home the same day, but the idea of being cut open and having a
part of me taken out makes me a little scared

I'Ve Learned To Live Through All the Pain

I've lived a month with this cursed flare,
I can hardly remember when it wasn't there
Back in the days when I had not a care
I've lived a month with this cursed flare.

When it first came, I felt alone,
I couldn't get out of bed at home
the diagnosis then I was shown,
I knew now why I was laying prone.

Lupus is a terrible disease
I've asked the Lord to rid me please,
It hurts so bad to even sneeze
Yes Lupus is a terrible disease.

I've learned to live through all the pain,
Now that I know it has a name,
There is no-one for me to blame
So, I've learned to live through all the pain.
Form: Rhyme


You Look So Tired

8:12      The machine carries me 
             Where I need to go

8:30      Not so loud 
            Please 
            Not so loud

8:55      I wish for sleep
            Sleep is not an option
            Must medicate
            Arise

9:10      He looks upset
            I promised him it won't happen again
            He hates it when I lie

11:00    My eyes hurt
            They feel burdened 
            And heavy

12:00    Chicken salad on whole wheat 
            Lettuce, tomato, light mayo, pickle
            Bottle of Diet Coke

1:00     For the love of all that is good
           This can not be happening to me

2:30     He seemed happier to speak to me this time
            He seemed pleased
            I'll have to try harder

5:05     I'm not stopping
           I don't care about your cause or
           Why you want my money
           Please leave me alone

7:00     I wish for peace
           Peace is not an option
           Must medicate
           Down the hatch

9:15    I could stay like this forever
          Silent and
          Still
          
10:30   Give me your strength Angel Girl
           And I will give you mine

1:30    I wish for sleep
          Sleep is not an option
          Must medicate  
          Breathe in the air
Form: List

I Got the Flu

My head aches and a drowsy dampness 
pains my sense, and makes me 
pray these germs stamp less 
hard on my eyeballs’ scleriae.  

You tell me how swiftly it flows;  
this never ending sneezing, 
this liquefaction in my nose, 
These lungs that won’t stop wheezing.  

My skin’s red hot and wrinkled; 
zillions of germs infest my liver.  
My tongue’s dried up and crinkled, 
and I just shake and shiver.  

You vapo rub my back.  
What?...ice water enema me! 
Between these germs and you, you quack, 
you're my new worst enemy.
© John Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I'M Schizophrenic, But I'M Not

I'll share with all of you on this subject all I've got.
You see, I think I'm Schizophrenic but I'm not.
You've heard it said so many times before 
that if you think you're crazy rest assured, 
you most probably, certainly are not.
Those with such extreme ailments of the mind lack the ability to define what's crazy and 
what is not.
So just to be sure I'll say it once more. I'm Schizophrenic. There I said it, so I'm not.
Am I Schizophrenic to see the many things that disturb me 
here in what normal people call reality?
The major corporate pharmaceutical companies are a multi billion dollar industry. 
They're making billions of dollars off of others much like me 
for their investors, stock holders and the CEO's of the companies. 
Very little money goes back into legitimate research of the medical community.
Their motives are for profit not to help others like me. 
If they cured us all, profits would fall. Next stop bankruptcy.
They keep us believing while they continue their feeding us meds that there's a possible cure 
in a pill.
Better yet, a combination of medication would be their more preferable prescription for you 
to fill.
Most if not all prescription drugs will pretty much guarantee 
annoying side effects be they mild or severely.
There really isn't any need for you to worry though. 
They'll prescribe for you anti side effect medication before you go
make your next appointment to come and see them again, so they can prescribe more pills 
and draft more bills over and over again.
Do you sometimes fear that there's not a sincere effort coming from them 
to find a real cure or true treatment to help you with my friend?
Oh-oh, do you smell a conspiracy 
or am I just being paranoid like a schizophrenic ought to be?
It's been a while since I said it. I better give it another shot.
I'm Schizophrenic. There, I said it again, so once again I am not.

Medication for me has never ever done the trick.
It just makes me nauseous, leaving me feeling very sick.
I'm proud to say that I'm currently 100% medication free.
I now deal with my pain naturally.
Form: Rhyme

Ode To a Dying Smoker

You came into my life, before I was born.
How could I know, our relationship was to be forlorn?

I knew in my heart, I should just walk away.
Time I was thirteen, you were here to stay.

I thought it was cool, never going by all the rules.
I was the hippest, never no ones fool.

You were with me everywhere I would go.
New friends, you would get to know.

Dad was in the Service, often we would move.
Long as I had you, I could find a "New Groove".

You went with me everywhere that I went.
Dad, died on his Birthday, he was fifty-one and Heaven sent.

I made a promise to him, one I never kept.
I should have listened, but now I regret.

Mom died young, not even a year later, from secondhand smoke.
I thought at the time, that had to be a joke.

I now have C. O. P. D., I do not want the people to see...
Me, stuck on an oxygen machine, with a forty foot hose.

Thinking how bad the Tobacco Companies and smoking,
really have got to go!


Comments: C.O.P.D. is Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) 
This is a revised version of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I guess with this
I want to get across how Smoking takes it's tole on families. This is my true story, I hope 
some can see what it does and can stop the madness. Judy
© Judy Riley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Forgive Me, Brain

Dear Brain,

My dear brain, forgive me, won't you?
I've filled you with alcohol, time and again
My heart's silence drowning the head's tin can
Once and for all I am delivered to you
Forgive me, won't you?

I walk now in dry landscape
The full clarity of the mind's wrongs
Radiating against my neurons
Bristling against the inchoate...
Fix it, put it all in place...

Give me time, an agenda if you must.
Make me a shoe salesman, a bird-watcher, 
A circus clown, whatever...
But keep and restore the Trust

Of the spirit--
(if I can't hear it 
than they can't hear it.
If I don't sing it, its never been sung.
Though if I write it, I've made a puddle...)

Without it there is no sailing.
No joyous movement; only love's curtailing.

Forgive me, brain.

Sincerely,

The Rest Of The Body
Form: Rhyme

This Pain

i wear this pain with my head held high. you can't see me cry,you would never know 
that i employ laughter,when inside i just want to die.  this pain has also given me 
respect for others-its given me diginity. this pain in my heart i can live with. its for 
me and only me,its not for the world to see. this pain does not define me,cannot 
confine me,it can only make me stronger-this pain.
Form:

Premium Member Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain

I’ve misplaced my phone,
no I haven’t, I’ve lost it.
It’s nowhere in my home
and no matter where I look, I can’t come across it.  
You’ve probably done similar things like that before
like leaving your car keys inside your car, 
and then locking yourself outside your car door.
I lost my phone, wallet and cash within the course of a week
and then suddenly it hit me like an unexpected rain.
This is my unprofessional conclusion to all of my confusion, 
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain.
Much like the loved ones who witness the terms of pregnancy of their beloved,
they often experience sympathy pregnancy pains as if it were real.
When it comes to Sympathy Pain, Schizophrenia also has it covered.
IT got a huge helping of the Sympathy Pain deal.
I used to watch my poor son, stricken with this horrible thing,
pacing and laughing and talking without a care.
He seemed so happy and this picture would be perfect, if not for one thing.
He was carrying on with someone who just wasn’t there.
One day I happened to accidentally videotape myself. 
I forgot that my camera was still recording me, but all just the same,
 I once again caught a glimpse of my ailing mental health.
More Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain.
There I was just like he, rambling on endlessly,
talking out loud to no one. I was home all alone
and as if in a competitive race, just like he I would pace
with vocalized imagined conversations of my own.
Even though I realize that I was just talking aloud to myself,
and that unlike he, I was always aware, no one else was there.
Still, Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain creeps up on me with the greatest of stealth.
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain will always be my cross to bear.
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain will always haunt me and continue to remain 
While My Son suffers with REAL Schizophrenia Pain.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dermawhatologist

She walked in the door like an Amazon Woman
Let me introduce myself I'm____________
I've been doing this for thirty years
She was pale as death warmed over with red hair
But flawless porcelain skin that had never seen the sun

Well let me take a look ...yep
Here's one of those pre-canerous lesions...nope make that two
Then she draws out her equipment ..a bazooka flame thrower
There's no need to numb these up I'll just zap them
Then she turns on her benson burner and goes hold still...hold still..


I'll never get it burned off if you move away..
They must have just released her from some mental hospital
Where she was on the ward for mentally sadistic disturbed patients
Well at least I learned one thing...maybe two
One..never trust a woman with liquid nitrogen in a blow torch
Then she said to me you are of Scandanavain decent..

Strange place to learn of where one's ancestors came from..huh.
Form:

Go Away

Darkness creeps in through the creveces 
Soaking the edges of my bright life with an unruly stain
I thought I had left it far behind me
But i found the stain too strong to remove completely
 
A slow moving storm trying to engulf my once happy world
Now which has become a dark nightmare I plead to wake from
 
A word can be erased but the indent from its pressure will always be there
And how can one remove such a mark
Forgetting is impossible
Running Unbearable
Giving in Unexceptable
 
I will forever be in it's ever darkening shadow
Such grim claws crushing me in their grasp
How could my body betray me so
Letting illness breach their sturdy walls
Once i was cancer ridden and sickly pale
My wishes are strong but
I cannot find myself a Wishing well 
Don't let it happen again
PLEASE
Let it all be a bad dream
Let me still be healthy
Give me a light that will forever blind this darkness knocking at my doors
 
But if it is true
And I have come to repat history for a third time
Give me piece of mind
Let me live at least a life will fullness
And not one ruled by hospital beds
My fights have been fought conquered and won
Twice I was so lucky
If I should go to battle a third time
Pray that luck has been bestowed upon me a third
 
My light will never be snuffed
I shall shine as brightly as a thousand stars in a pitch black world
My darkness will always be here
But So will I
At least I know I will Try
Until The very day I die

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