Best Osteoporosis Poems
this may help you fight
osteoporosis and
bring you a good smile.
Osteoporosis, spinal stenosis
halitosis, that's the grossest
Hemorrhoids, hypo hyper thyroids
gallbladder removal will leave a void
Arthritis, pyelonephritis, gingivitis
we will survive in spite of these
Toe fungus will not be the death of us
its' cure you will ask what was all the fuss
Crooked toes, snotty nose, itchy down below
Pancreatitis, gastroenteritis, myocarditis
cannot frighten us, though impotence might
and possibly to a womans' delight
on not
Torn rotator cuff, oral cancer from rubbing snuff
COPD will make you huff and puff
Diminished brain, malfunctioning drains
generalized aches and pains
of these we are not deprived
BUT, it's still awesome to be alive
Genetic Lottery Wheel
Playing the genetic lottery wheel taking another spin
Hoping it will pass me by but I always seem to win
Placed around the wheel various illnesses and diseases
Addictions, mood swings or joints that ache or freezes
Diabetes, high blood pressure, and osteoporosis
Thank God I haven’t hit the one with tuberculous
Just the other day I was lucky to hit fibromyalgia
On the genetic wheel even has a place for nostalgia
I know this isn’t an illness or disease but cruelty I believe
They give you a quick glance back on how it use to be
The wheel keeps growing and more is added each day
But everyone has their own wheel with its own display
We can’t choose if we win or lose or what we will get
But maybe you will be lucky and hit the flu or night sweats
Good Luck!!
Certain diseases seem to be more prevalent in some races than others
So with no other issues in your family health care history
You still may have risk factors for several diseases
Just by belonging to a particular ethnic group
African Americans
Have an increased risk for diabetes
Insulin resistance
Have the highest heart-disease risk for high blood pressure
Asian American
Have an increase risk for osteoporosis (especially women)
Caucasians
Have an increase risk of osteoporosis (especially women)
Litinos
Have an increase risk for diabetes
Insulin resistance
Are over 6x more likely to develop kidney disease if diabetic
Native Americans
Have an increase risk for diabetes
Insulin resistance
6x more likely to develop kidney disease if diabetic
2022015
Kept in a bowl
Muscles attached to skin
With minimal control
We move a bit if we swim
It's important we keep our organs in line
Lungs, heart and intestines
Once I. Had an ovary move out of place
I knew because it floated right by my face
We breathe and we survive
We eat and even poop
Not much quality in our lives
As human soup
Osteoporosis, if only we'd known,
Would leave us as puddles,
How I miss my lovely bones
Betty was petite most of her life,
lately her doc telling her she was
getting even smaller,
due to osteoporosis and
her getting older,
she was shrinking an average of
5 inches every year,
so by the time she was 65
she was as small as a
button on a teddy bear,
her husband dealt with it
as a loving husband should,
trying not to step on her
as best he could,
one day Betty was
wearing her new
tan inner tube,
while swimming and
splashing in her dixie cup pool,
feeling tired and hungry
the water getting too cool,
she climbed down the little ladder
and dried off with a tiny cloth,
and couldn't get the tan
inner tube off,
hearing her husband
in the kitchen
fixing something to eat,
she ran over to the
breakfast table
with her tiny little feet,
climbing up the little stairs
all the way to the top,
by the time she got up there,
she collapsed with a plop,
just then her husband
spilt cereal all over the table top…
unfortunately for Betty it was Cheerios,
and she blended right in with her
tan inner tube,
her husband was so hungry
he grabbed a handful that had spilled,
thinking that what he ate was
100% food...
Bettys family thought
that she got so small
she just simply disappeared,
the husband thinking
it was the family cat,
always having that feline fear!
My bone crumbles
Osteoporosis to blame
if bones should crumble then I'll take tumbles
and life won’t be the same
eating calcium rich cheese, so Doc will be pleased
Stilton ~ Cheddar ~ Brie… calcium rich guarantees
no longer are my bones diseased
Cholesterol high ~ statins no cheese ~ Doc grumbles
Written 10th June 2019
2nd PLACE
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme
Sponsor: Dear Heart
My bones are old, so I’ve been told;
It’s osteoporosis.
Accepting that if I go splat
I’m done – that’s the prognosis.
So when it’s cold, I’m not so bold
To walk if streets are icy.
One little slip may crack my hip;
To chance it might be dicey.
And so today, I had to weigh
Conditions ‘fore my journey
Or I’d go whoosh, land on my tush
And end up on a gurney.
My normal route I was astute
Enough to see could trip me
So I took stock and ‘round the block
I walked and I was slip-free.
When I was young, I must have clung
To thoughts of never aging
But now, alas, I watch my ass
And every step I’m gauging.
Osteoporosis?
Or just because he's forever bending over
picking up stuff
stuff to stuff in the bag slung over one shoulder
He has a slight limp
perhaps from the weight of the bag
the bag always slung over the same shoulder
For sure it doesn't slow him down
doesn't slow that steady gait
always moving downtown
No he's moving moving moving
Merchants don't want him around
"Bad for business" they say
I wonder where the hang stops hanging
where the hanging hangs around
wonder if he has a tree with hangings?
Here he comes
as usual hung over the pavement
like an ornament on the hood of a car
And as usual
he's moving moving moving
I wonder if the merchants know it's Christmas?
We endeavor vigorously from dull dawn to dusk,
As we fly from bloom to sprout in quest of nectar,
Men stand to amass by swapping honey for bulk,
The hive will be mostly empty and left slightly ajar.
As per rhetoric, our stool can serve to treat cancer,
All ulcer forms respond finely to this therapy,
When ingested, it bears the body solid and denser,
Humans would not contrive osteoporosis misery.
We search the fertile soil at the crack of dawn,
As the visible sun's beams reveal raw floral life,
Fertilization is a side effect the same as a prawn,
The pollen grips our hairy legs, with no strife.
Men, however, are woeful with our free work,
But destroy our beehives to use honey and wax!
Our fiefs of bees are mostly massive and spark,
So we may glimpse the flowery grins and relax.
But people have utterly built microwave stations,
Working on the noble quest for sprouting nectar!
We drudge incredibly firm with little diversion,
And preserve our line going from our scepter.
Our hives are purely mangled by man, too,
And for syrup and paraffin wax, of course!
God who supplied bees in the grandest view,
Humans damage the ecology of the universe.
The clamoring bee has no time for sadness,
The mumble of bees is the garden voice,
Hear to bumblebees and follow their lead,
Some words are golden, and many are dread.
8th Place Contest winner
Written: May 25, 2022
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
It was
the most loaded question
I ever heard from
a skeleton with skin
and bones,
mascara,
blush,
eye shadow,
and lipstick.
The question spills out
dribbles through Nana's lips,
down her chin,
slowly
hanging
there
waiting
for Mom's answer
My mind wanders back
to summer beach days
in Cape Cod, MA
when I found money
in the sand
and bought Nana ice cream
from the treat truck.
She loved me
but later when I cut my foot
on glass in the ocean,
Nana told Mom I should
have worn sand socks.
Now she says
“dont remember me
like this”
Three generations gather
round the hospital bed,
Nana heaving
dry sobs from the brittle bones
osteoporosis fashioned-
skin stretches over,
blood vessels surface
her shins like crop circles
Heaving dry sobs
her daughter holds her,
words
would just
fall
flat
like the spit on her chin.
Sand caked to the blood of my foot.
Nana carried me then
like I want to carry her now
away
from the vascular monster,
the cellulitis,
the commode by her bed.
I want to fill my bike pump
with my own blood,
pump it through her veins
till my body sweats
its weight in emotion I refuse.
I'd pump her blood
every
where
but then my phone beeps:
one new text
My life goes on
through phone wires
her life drips
throw bag and tube.
{This "Free Verse" entry Received HONORABLE MENTIONS
IN THE Intergenerational Poetry to Bridge the Generation
Contest UNO Elders & Youth track" 2017
UNIVERSITY OF OMAHA
OMAHA, NEBRASKA}
October 15, 2017
STILL HAVEN'T LEARNT THE ELDERS CONCERNS
Got older hope my live would be easier
But instead filled with societies " I told yaw so's"
High, low and no priced health care
Diseases, Alzheimer's, Dementia, Cataracts these are what the aged have
with other health issues and osteoporosis
Can't afford even the price of toilet tissue
still haven't leant elder concerns
still haven't leant elder concerns
Can't move as quickly can't race or jet
hard for me to get, get help
From family, church and so called friends
Rising cost of living;
Only the dead can afford?
There in a coffin their debts ignored maybe even forgiven
Friends most are as old as I am loneliness spending time with them and fam
means more than you think
wonderful wife/husband died gone on home to heaven
Alone more so than you think
Financial predators trying to sell me goods or services
they see me vulnerable
Grandchildren still sweet and loveable
I may be abused and neglected so unprotected
Aged eyes hard to see should I stop driving my vehicle
can't keep up with social climate changed computers, Tablets, Face Book
Twitter
Whatever happened to face to face, eye to eye communication?
What a nation?
They throw the elders away why the younger stay bitter
Again when will this nation learn?
They still haven't learnt the Elder's Concerns
09/26/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
submitted submission for " Intergenerational Poetry to Bridge the Generation Contest UNO Elders & Youth track" 2017
Time took a running start and kicked me in the back
Breaking my C-2 Vertebrae. No biggie.
I have had worse. I take a swig on my cig.
Neck brace? Sure. Why not?
Time slams a Chevy into the back of my car.
Breaking numbers six and seven in my back.
Time is kicking my ass this month I guess.
Luckily, my neck is already broken, so win-win for me.
Time gives me osteoporosis and shingles.
Two things I never realized I needed.
The benefits and joys of being seventy.
Come get me time. Give me your next best shot.
Here comes Joe. He is hard to look at. The poor man cannot lift his head. Joe suffers from Parkinson’s disease, severe osteoporosis, eczema and cataracts. Joe shakes and drools. He cannot walk and he barely talks. Things were not always so tough for Joe. At one time he was a healthy working member of society. Over the years Joe’s heath has deteriorated to what it is today.
What keeps Joe going? You would think that someone like Joe would just give up, stay in bed waiting to die. But Joe is a fighter. He fights to go to church every Sunday and worship God. It is the one thing he lives for. He claws his way into his wheelchair and after much struggle he finds his way to the exit to board the bus. He endures the harsh elements and the rough ride to get to church. Joe suffers the stares and rude comments of the people out in the public. He is oblivious to it. He does not care. He has one goal and one goal only and that is to get to church and worship God. Where does Joe get his strength? God is the answer.
If you take time to listen to Joe he will tell you how great God is. He is not angry and has no bitterness toward God for his maladies. While we do not understand why God allows some diseases to strike some people and not others, I do know God is using Joe as an example of suffering and the love of God. No matter what our condition in life is we can look to God for strength and he will help us to carry on thru our trials in life.
How insignificant my feeble problems are and how weak are my excuses for forgetting God. I pray that I will always have the strength and courage that Joe has when it is time to go to church and worship God. So when you see Joe, say a prayer for him and count your blessings. Pray that you do not face the burdens that Joe has. And if you take time to look and listen, Joe can change your life as he has mine.
Granny had osteoporosis
Her bones were brittle
They broke without her even
Falling down or touching something
She was always the one
Taking care of her family
Alive with encouragement
And wisdom that never failed
It came to the point in her life
When she had to have help
To go to the bathroom or take
A shower – even get dressed
Mama fed her favorite foods
Biscuits and gravy, fruit
The things she’d always known
Freshly grown and canned by her hands
Granny was nearly blind
She always sat in the same place
Waiting for her time
She was 89 that year
When her breathing stopped
And she left for her journey
To heaven – I cried for my loss
Because she was better off
Jesus came to get her