Best Treatments Poems
In A Perfect World-Celebrating my Faves
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
If life was perfect there would be no more cancer...
There would be no more painful treatments, but more cleansing
of your bones. If only I could drain out your marrow and fill it
with my tender kisses. Every time I see that IV I want to rip it out
and burn it, sending it to the oblivion of hell. You would be living a
healthy, happy and joyous life. Free from the daily struggle to stay alive.
If life was perfect you would be sleeping next to me...
I would wake up and gaze at your perfect skin as you slowly breathe
in and out..in and out..in and out...
Now there is no more breath to feel gently on my neck.
Nights would bring intimacy instead of sorrow,
and mornings would bring me hungry for breakfast,
instead of starving for your touch.
If life was perfect I would hear your soft voice...
Vocalizing with you would be enough to carry me through another
dreadful day. My phone would ring and I would memorize every word you
said and play the tape over and over again. The tone you would portray would
be full of excitement instead of tearful goodbyes. "Oh, please keep talking,
don't let me go...."
If life was perfect we would dance under the constellations.
Hand in hand...body next to body...two becoming one...
with a whisper of tunes we danced to at our wedding. No more bed ridden
days and praying for you to take one more breath. I had a fear of your last breath,
and when it happened my heart stopped beating and my lungs choked up as
I drowned in memories of us under the sad moon. I have named a star after you,
it's called “My Love Sirius”. It shines all night allowing me to see you protect the
earth, like you protected me.
If life was perfect....
our journey of love would be shouted for every year we are on earth together...
"In A Perfect World" Contest
~1st Place~
Date Written: February 15, 2016
We have our routine to perfection
Our way of saying I love you and
Wouldn’t want to live without you
We’re a strong solid team you and I
We are going to make it through this
Home is when I’m with you
The incessant flow of aches and pains
All those appointments and treatments
We don’t blow things out of proportion
Or make a fuss about how things used to be
We’ve moved on taking it one day at a time
Home is when I’m with you
Now when my arms wrap around you
Softly resting your head on the pillow
We simultaneously raise your legs
Gentle as a ballet that’s well rehearsed
Swiveling you comfortably in bed to rest
Home is when I’m with you
I bundle you in warm cozy blankets
Cuddle up with whispers well into the night
Pressed one against the other
Caressing the nook of your neck
Spooning you till one of us falls asleep
Home is when I’m with you
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on April 18, 2019 for contest VERSES OF METAPHORS 3 sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 1ST
Into the depths of my soul, I searched once
The happiest day of my life, to find
Difficult to locate wasn't at all
For was the day that love our hearts enshrined!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 October 2019
P.S. I would like to thank all my friends for their support as well as
The officials of Poetry-soup for the honor of POTD!
ATTENTION: S O S!
I am away because a good friend of mine suffers from Myelodysplastic Syndrome, which, as you know, causes Leukemia. She has tried all known treatments, but to no avail. Now I help her find an alternative treatment. PLEASE, if you know someone, or something that could help, let me know, for the time is pressing! This goes to everyone who reads this poem! God be with you! Thank you!
MY FRIEND, LIA, HAS ASKED ME TO THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PRAYERS. SHE IS VERY MUCH TOUCHED BY YOUR RESPONSE AND YOUR CARING. YOU HAVE GIVEN HER ADDITIONAL COURAGE AND FAITH THAT ALL WILL BE FINE! SHE WISHES TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES HEALTH AND HAPPINESS! GOD BLESS YOU!
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost
when placed too nonchalantly on a list,
and somehow off that list it just gets crossed!
How sad to realize the good you’ve missed!
Great chances must be grabbed! They rarely wait.
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost.
The wise man takes each chance that comes his way.
Procrastinators see their chance get tossed!
Some stick with what they know, but at what cost?
Suppose new treatments could postpone your death.
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost.
Regret could haunt you to your dying breath.
An island holiday you do not take
when it is offered. So you wake to frost
outside your window on your late fall break.
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost!
Oct. 29, 2016 for the Opportunity Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow,
Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow;
There’s a cap on their head concealing their sparse hair,
Still, they don’t want to judge that life is so cruel and unfair.
They’ve accepted the fact that anytime may happen,
With this horrible disease which is also inherited from relatives and parent;
With all their gumption and fortitude, they wear prayers and faith in heart,
Strength in spirit to face the battle and trust God without a doubt.
They bravely underwent several treatments on pains without complain,
Knowing that some get streak of bad luck even from their environment;
All they wanted to do when amelioration happens,
Continue the struggle and show good examples to women.
On month of Breast Cancer Awareness, they’re making a shout,
Conducting the reveille for us all to keep abreast for the fight;
They believe that we’re in a brink of prevention which is better than cure,
If we avoid smoking and minimize alcohol to make our body safer for sure.
Having a healthy lifestyle is still the best,
Consumption of many fruits and vegetables and watch our diet,
Positive mental outlook and regular exercise are very important,
For a brighter tomorrow, against breast cancer- together we stand.
October 18, 2013 7.15 pm
Note:
This poem was written with the inspiration again of my cousin (now my 2nd poem dedicated to her ) and one of my colleagues. They’re both survivors of breast cancer. I lovingly dedicate also this poem to all our the breast cancer victims.
First Place
Contest: Pinktober
Judged: 11/6/13
Sponsor: My Greatest Poet/all time Fave, Linda
Just like a child
I toss pebbles in the stream
Each pebble is a wish
Every ripple is my dream
I dream of running freely
my face against the wind
Hear it's million voices
and the cicadas sing.
I dream of climbing treetops
to a majestic world
a world of happy faces
where everyone 's a friend.
I dream of sharing cookies
with those we' ve made come poor
I dream to share hot milk
where we've created war.
Just like a child
I wait for falling raindrops
to cleanse away dry mud
Mud that turned in mountains
of an untraveled path.
Mud molding the borders
so innocent can't pass
Why do we refuse them
when they are one of us ?
Just like a child
I forget the bruises all over my knees
I dance into the moonlight
along with flowing leaves.
I return to my place
with a kite still soaring high
but cannot lay in my bed
while others sleep outside.
How can I be hopeful
when innocence 's not pure
When lonely tears are prescribed
treatments without cure
Just like a child
I toss pebbles in the stream
Each pebble is a wish
Every ripple is my dream .
Dedicated to the men, women , and children ,
leaving their countries, , their homes,
trying to find a safe place to stay, to escape war ,
yet still behind boarders .
P.S - When I say We , I mean it - For our countries, our politicians,
and our voices - We can do better.
Human ingenuity leapfrogs beyond ordinary
Buoying upon wings of intellectual curiosity
Sustaining innovation, creative imagination,
Breaking barriers once thought impenetrable,
Daring to conquer the arduous, unknown~
Resistant to understanding, inert to inquiry.
Unfathomable is force of scientific curiosity
That opened doors to discoveries, inventions:
Telescopes that explore the origin of universe,
Space flights landing on Moon and Mars,
Defying gravity, exceeding the speed of sound;
Telephones, electricity, computers, automobiles,
Untold preventive medicines, therapeutics,
Vaccines holding in check reign of pandemics,
Treatments for diseases, cure for hepatitis,
Nuclear fusion searching new source of energy
Reducing emissions to sustain life on earth.
Curiosity is the flame of wisdom, inspiration,
Lifeline for mortality pursuing life and liberty;
Promise of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
For explicating phenomena less understood,
For guiding aspirations of cognitive intellect,
For directing journey on roads not traversed.
January 8, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
It Was One Of Those Mornings
thought it was a good
morning that always went well
I got up to a
very cranky hubby that
decided not talk or eat
fabulous morning
everything I did was right
last cancer treatment
a very happy hubby
excited to talk and eat
2/29/2016
My hubby just finished his last of his 45 radiation treatments last Monday and doing well.
Poetry Contest: It Was One Of Those Mornings -
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Violent as the gleaming blade
Of a vicious criminal crazed
Ferocious as the lion’s jaw
Lingering on an innocent calf
This wicked affliction forces
Its teeth into the harmless heart
Bites wildly into vulnerable flesh
With haste to destroy and devastate
End the life that it penetrates
With a hatred that is inhuman – merciless
Ruthless as the worst of the worst
Abolishing hope as it grows and grows
Breaking hearts and wills with its
Lack of empathy and sympathy
Luring dreams into the night, darkening
The promise of a happier day,
Filling minds with dread and depression
Anxiety that lingers even after
The moment has passed and time
Struggles to alleviate the pain
The widespread anguish of knowing
That this big malady holds all of tomorrow
Painting the thoughts in hues of doubt
Disillusionment and discouragement
Feelings clouded with silvery fog
Lingering on the emotions in shimmering
Waves of deathly black sorrow
Breathing fear through the spirit
And whispering in tones of weariness
Regret and mourning come to the heart
Even though some might tell you
There is hope.. a flicker of courage
The possibility of healing, recovering
From this demented beast with its claws
Of deathlike horror playing across
The light that reminds you life will be brighter
Sometime,… after the treatments
The drugs and cures that are meant to repair
First seem to destroy every awareness
That there will be a breath of fresh air
A new dawn – a second thought, the color
Of joy and promise and miracles prayed for
It is only a moment that comes and goes
A flicker of optimism amid the skeptical thoughts
When you realize only God knows the outcome
Of this feared disease, cancer… the ending
The sequel will reveal what only He sees
And I know, it is only God who can spread
Healing where the cancer cells have spread
Death and destruction… doubt that dissuades
Even the inkling of faith that will tell you
God’s love is still alive and well, sending you
Inspiration, hope and faith that can reveal the truth….
Cancer can kill the body but the spirit is still God’s
His love is the best treatment for this disease
The best remedy for any need
With God, all things are possible – just believe!
Cancer Ivy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 1, 2021
A good dentist is hard to find
the treatments ok
it's the paying I mind.
The background music
makes me relax,
fillings, extractions
you just have the knack.
I'm glad that I don't need
to come back for a while,
And I'd just like to thank you
for giving back my smile.
sigh ...
there is no shortage
of gloom and doom these days
we are in the midst of something unseen in our time
and the fear and hysteria is palpable
that said, I'm not taking the blue pill ... no way
reality is important, as are fear and caution
those darker things keep us safe
they temper our decisions and guide our courses
still, choice comes down to line-of-site ...
every time I say or do or affect anything
remotely encouraging or positive or optimistic ...
a thick, cold, wet blanket is thrown
the "reality", I am told ...
here's the thing -
I've been in pharmacy and
medicine and science my whole life
and from the beginning of this viral monster
I've been extraordinarily aware of the "reality" of this rabbit hole
odds, numbers, percentages, statistics
trials, results, vaccines, treatments
sobering, to say the least
but HOPE is a reality as well, just as sobering
and while these aged-but-wise
lungs of mine can still push gases
I'll choose to take the hopeful, encouraging, OPTIMISTIC tack
bring on the darkness and gloom
I have been to hell and back a number of times
I know the darkness well
and therein shine the most glorious of suns
oh, I absorb and process and consider all the dark
and cold and discouraging elements of this horrible pandemic
(anyone would be foolish NOT to know the weight of this disease
or understand the deadly seriousness
of all that comes with it)
but sunlight can peep through a wee hole
and it is THOSE rays that will always draw my gaze
life IS hope, from where I sit
and as long as I can type -
as long as I embrace this gift of mine for crafting words
I'll consider it my duty to use that tool
at least in some part
for the promotion of all things shiny
bright, optimistic, encouraging
happy, joyous, hopeful, halcyon, uplifting
heartening, upbeat, inspiring
and absurdly sunny
call me delusional - I've been called MUCH worse
it won't bother me ... much, lol
but ...
this is no fantasy land or careless dream I'm living in
it's simply the brighter reality
that I CHOOSE to see ...
the more hopeful future
I choose to anticipate.
Here's to my family
Here's to my friends
Here's to my acquaintances
On whose help I depend
Here's to my mom
Here's to my dad
Here's to my relatives
Whom I met as a lad
Here's to my sisters
Here's to my brothers
Here's to my nanny
Who cared for me like no other
Here's to my daughters
Here's to my sons
Here's to their patience
With their dad when he's wrong
Here's to my mentors
Here's to my teachers
Here's to my coachers
Who gave inspirational speeches
Here's to my doctors
Here's to my nurses
Here's to their treatments
Which insurance reimburses
Here's to my supervisors
Here's to my bosses
Here's to my colleagues
Whom I never bore crosses
Here's to my wife
Here's to my spouse
Here's to my life's partner
Who's the Queen of our House
Here's to One Truth
A Truth e'er to keep, pal
In this crazy world
People need People
My dear friend has been fighting cancer for the last six months
so please say a little prayer for her
You can get back up again
Written By Dean Masciarelli
December 1, 2009
We all face challenges
every single day
Yet some situations
are
worse then others
So try not to let the
trivial
things knock you down
And if life try’s
to knock you down
Remind yourself
that
you can get
back up again
I have learned that
from a friend of mine
Who's life is
hanging on a limb
And Her situation
Started over
five years ago
When she was told
that she had cancer
And it didn't look
very promising
But some how by
the grace of God
She lived
And then she was
struck
with cancer again
And this time it
was breast cancer
And the doctor told her
that in order for her to live
That she had to
have her breast removed
And she thought
about it for awhile
And she made
the decision
That her life was
more important
So she told the doctor
Take my breast off
Because if it means
that I can live longer
I will fight with
all my might
until the very end
Yet she hasn't
been doing well
Because of all
the
chemo treatments
But yet she still
takes the time
to remind me often
That life is
for the living
So try to live each and
every day to the fullest
Because none of us
are promised tomorrow
So do your best
to live for today
And live every moment
as if it were your last
One day while working in my back yard,
I tripped and fell and hit the ground hard.
Backing up with the hose I tripped over a boulder.
I fell really hard and injured my shoulder.
Thought it would get better, it's just a bad bruise,
But it just got worse and I wasn't enthused.
I went to the doctor who said with a grin,
Well, my dear, seems you're at it again.
You've torn the muscles in your left shoulder.
You must be more careful 'cause you're getting older.
Heat treatments and therapy and pills for the pain,
The mobility's returning but no pain no gain.
Slow gentle stretches are helping it seems.
Oh where's that young girl who could do anything.
It happened in Summer now Winter is here.
How long will this last, forever I fear.
Don't feel like walking or playing with pets.
The less mobile I am the worse the pain gets.
It seems even writing's a thing of the past.
How long, oh how long, Lord, How long will this last.
If
By Byron Juno
If women MUST die
Then Atieno would die first
If children were to forage
Then Atieno's would forage forever
If women were to walk necked
Then Atieno's would walk throughout the year
If women were to trade their honeypot
Then Atieno's would donate hers
If women were after money not
Then Atieno would be not
If women were to sell their daughters
Then Atieno would sell to a merchant
The woman from the far away land
The woman with less embarrassments
The woman The woman The woman
Whose legs are loose for a walk
Whose waist never tire
Whose joints are ever green
Whose body children is yummy!
Whose body children say is tender
Whose body children say is fresh
Whose lips has tasted all drinks
Whose eyes have not only seen death
Whose back has sweated on all beds
Whose legs have wiped all door mats
Whose scent even cactus knows
Whose farms lie fallow
Atieno the generous woman
Generous woman who never says NO
Who will guide our young girls?
Who will show our girls the right way?
But she says;
Her husband is jobless
Her husband is ever seated
Her husband is ever sleeping
He wants first born treatments
Atieno! Will you not be buried
On the right side of your husband's house?
Will your husband not be the first
To throw black soil in your grave?
Will your husband not say
you were a good woman?
Will your husband not allow mourners
In his compound?