Best Patient Poems
I have no words to use that can define,
this task so tough to find my lover's name.
In hope, I wait for my soul to refine,
before my heart becomes old with this game.
This language they call love has no restraint,
yet, still I search for tongue which echoes mine.
Perhaps there is no one who can acquaint,
and yet, I yearn that love becomes my shrine.
Upon this path, one can feel all alone,
when walking with no one to hold your hand.
Enraged with fate one may start to bemoan,
despite all your attempts, unloved you stand.
True love, like leaves in Spring, transcend in life;
be patient heart, for growth is always rife.
Silent One
Written 28 May 2016
It took me awhile to comprehend
the true significance of "be patient."
We've heard it all before,
but it's funny how we often fail
to cogitate over this phrase
and feel it's ponderous weight.
One who says it to you means well,
not playing the pontificating fool,
but hanging a priceless jewel
over your head so you wear
the advice like a necklace.
So please listen to whomever
advises you to "be patient."
It's arguably the two most
important words you could ever hear.
It'd take me a mighty long day
to list all that I've learned
from this simple phrase.
It's common sense, stripped naked,
made to dance in a cold rain.
Yes, my friend, be patient,
when wading back into
the murky creek of love and romance.
Be patient as you chase
your rainbow. Don't move too fast!
You'll get to that pot of gold.
Do not be discouraged.
Be patient when on life's highway
lest you crash! Good things
come to those who wait.
Date written: 01/17/2021
Today's true tom tale;
Today was Dr. day at the clinic
I ended up the day quite a cynic
I'd been awake three days,
With a toothache and pain that slays
My jagged teeth cutting up my tongue
And the promise of help to which I clung
For no more of this pain could I endure,
I desperately did seek some kind of cure
Appointment at 2:15- told the taxi 1:30
I knew the fib was a tad dirty...
"Hedge the bet" one might say,
Sad to think one must be that way,
Of course in this case he showed up at 1PM
And I was in the waiting room at 1:15
Fastest response I'd ever seen.
So I sat in the waiting room as
Clerical shifts came and went
My patience seemed nearly spent
At last I was escorted to an examining room,
To sit and ponder my future doom...
For over an hour I sat there,
Reading all the posters on the wall,
About various diseases,
Soon I had them all!
Cervical cancer,
Malignant volvulus,
Infected ovaries,
Fibroid tumors in my uterus,
A glumaceous gluteus,
Obstructed bowels,
Deviated septum
Leukemia,
Anemia, edemia
Enlarged prostate,
Shrunken prostate
Eczema, Lupus
Leprosy.....
All these for me!
I hoped he didn't keep me
waiting too much longer,
Surely I wasn't getting stronger....
I'd be dead in ten more afflictions
If he could not cure all these conditions.
I felt my life force start to fade
Look at what these posters made!
Surely life was slipping away,
I couldn't stand,
I began to sway.
In he finally came,
Suddenly I did not feel
the same,
I might survive the day after all,
My approaching death grew
rather small.
Next time, bring a book,
For in terms of time,
It hardly took,
Much time to catch
All these ills,
Or at least come in,
With made out wills.
I'm hospitalized and there was a nurse named Jane
She said I need plenty of sleep for my health attain
She took samples of my urine and then replaced the infusion
She gave me my medicine and always checked on my condition
And every time I tried to sleep, her present made me awake again!
My dear and wonderful friends
Please be patient with me
I have twenty one of you to
Thank you see.
Tomorrow I head for Casper
Trying to find the answer
Where I will live out there
Be it buying or renting I don't care.
The weather took a turn
Fooled us all so I must run
Got to get there and back I hope
Get me come answers so I can cope.
Love you and will pick up
Where I left off when I get back.
It will be a week or so
If I have good luck or it does snow.
Cile
Thunder shakes bitter rain from distant clouds,
while, as if in pain, they roil across the heavens.
Lightening licks the jagged mountain rim,
leaving behind a burning kiss, that scars.
All the while, wind cries out,
releasing anger to send debris flying.
And here I stand, watching it all,
patiently waiting to feel that first drop.
I wake up early Monday morning
still cold and dark outside
eat my breakfast, take my pills
sit and wait for my ride,
arrive at the center
get comfortable in my chair
like I do 3 times a week
thankful t hat I'm there
I come to every treatment
I never show up late
I eat a healthy diet
and watch my fluid intake
This isn't the life I chose for me
but I have to tell you this
I wouldn't be sitting here today
if it wasn't for Dialysis.
Surfing a mind obstructed with Cupid's arrow
was like bleeding a river that flowed upwards,
towards an angry volcano having nightmares.
A volatile internal rumble craving relief,
only in eruption.
Such was his fury with the thought
of her very existence.
Just as braving the flow of molten rock
was like telling the Tide to stay high,
so was he, Cupid's bow, on the run
trampling on a pool of teardrops
while craving an ocean to drown.
A rage surpassing the passion of hate
permeating that realm of throbbing pain
caused by a guilt scourging his very being.
As Cupid's poison in a delirious mind
denoted, the only cure was the total
deletion of the betrayed.
To her, hate or any emotion
was better than none.
He could do no wrong,
for it was Cupid with his poisoned arrow
who shot her handsome dove.
Their love was borne out of
the belly of the earth, delivered
by the demons of the underworld.
She had tasted its fury and was
scorched by its flames.
Such, could not be touched
by a misguided arrow.
Betrayal was his but a mighty
weapon she had.
Forgiveness might be divine
but her love was patient.
He would be delivered from
Cupid's poison only,
by the very knowledge of
her perpetual existence.
T M Ioane.
I only had a glmpse of you -
a glimpse, the night before you died:
A once beautiful lady, still beautiful,
preparing to die - such grace, such poise.
There was an aura about you -
an aura of peace and serenity.
No fear. No expression of anxiety.
just a deep committed faith, a knowledge.
We shared a secret you and I.
We shared a hug; a tranquil moment.
Not knowing, yet knowing so much,
saying little except by look or touch.
No last rites - no time.
No consecrated bread or wine.
No oil to annoint or prayers
to guide you home - just me.......
Just me, sitting with you on your bed.
Just a stranger's hand to hold,
yet nothing strange -
A deep unspoken understanding,
A unity of spirits. A conjoining of souls.
You touched my heart with your grace.
Your eyes penetrated my intrinsic epicentre
and imprinted in my mind, your face.
When I heard you'd gone I wept inside -
I didn't know you, why?
Death is no stranger to me
I meet it every day -
Yet sometimes, a departing soul pauses for a while,
and there's a glimpse, a clue,
like you when you were still here - or there
when you were in death's waiting room.
Strangely, I was too.
A patient man
A patient man
Never forces his life to come
Rather an elegant gesture
A signal by hand
And that made the patient man
A grateful man
Sees the ravening cloud of nothing
But walks towards it with pride
“Come toward me” he said
“I’ve nothing to hide”
No fear nor sorrow filled his heart
And that made the grateful man
A complete man
Lives where his heart will soar and sing
With a church bell in his heart yet to ring
But will take on all the suffering
Until his bell may ring
He persists to sing
But it all starts from a patient man
High
above
rich wetland
a lone kestrel .
Patient death beating,
fixed in measureless blue.
Elegant white swans swim through
rare grasses greeting migrating
geese sliding in with the setting sun.
Darkness falls, who will sing the requiem?
Forgotten Patient
The patient sits
Staring out the window,
The nurses talk to him
Like he’s a child,
But he just sits
And stares
Looking out the window.
Once he was a young man,
Growing,
A husband out earning,
Now widowed,
A father holding
His children so dear,
Now living there lives.
This man that fought
During World War Two.
He may no longer talk,
But he is still
A person.
No need to
Treat him so bad,
It could be your dad.
He sits and looks
At the world going by
Outside.
Decisions made for him,
But not what he wants.
He sits feeling like
He’s forgotten,
No one cares no more,
For this brave young man
Stuck in a world,
He can’t escape.
Suddenly,
He gets up,
Gather’s his things
Walking out.
No one sees him go,
This lonely old man
Just walks back home,
To get on living
His life, his way.
"brothers it's Christmas
old people love Christmas too
hark the master's voice
one and all hear me!
old people are beautiful!”
thus spake our preacher
“I want you to know
Jeeeezus loves all old people.”
says our fine shepherd
“if Jeeeeezus loves ‘em
then we have to be patient.”
shaking one finger
“in the grocery store
if you get goosed by a cart,”
the reverend smiles
“then friends by Jeeeezus
if you would go to heaven
turn the other cheek!”
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Love is patient
Love is far too kind
My love is unconditional
I want to give you all my love
I can’t keep it all to myself:
I lost my heartbeat, I found it in you
We beat together now!
What circle have you gotten me into?
Not that I want to get out of it!
I long to sleep and wake up every day
By your side to love and support you.
How did you chance upon this power
To open my mind and heart again to love?
You have been persistent in your love for me,
Your caring touches my heart,
Will I be able to contain all these?
The love, affection, care that you are capable of?
Will I be able to fully reciprocate?
You will always have the power to touch my heart
I have surrendered it all to you,
I want to be powerless when it comes to you.
We both know the meaning of love,
Never thought it could feel like this ever again
That feeling when you walk with that special woman
Or man in your life, glowing with pride!
Already down, he has presented with yet another sign
moving away from life, this body is drunk with bad wine
health indicators and physical sensors no more stay in line
abilities and strength together cannot dine
the task to awaken this life is now mine
tests and pricks, protocols already reaching nine
administering correctly the much needed vine
with God on my side, this helpless being is now fine.