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Chaplains Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
DIRTY PIG OF MUCK Felix Abonyo Rhyme Rhyme chaplains, animal,
Premium Member Poem Courage Returned Betty Janko Sonnet Sonnet chaplains, courage, faith,
Premium Member Poem Please UnCorrect Me Gerald Dillenbeck Prose Poetry Prose Poetry chaplains, change, culture, health, political,
Premium Member Poem Thirty-Eight, Cancer Poem: For Sharon Poet M.e. Blank verse Blank verse chaplains, absence, best friend, cancer,
Premium Member Poem For This Reason Cona Adams Narrative Narrative chaplains, america, boat, death, religion,
memories of a Green Beret Frederick Moore I do not know? I do not know? chaplains, history, nostalgia, veterans day,
Premium Member Poem Seventy Years Ago Today Robert L. Hinshaw Rhyme Rhyme chaplains, hero, military,
army dependant Yolanda Jones Narrative Narrative chaplains, adventure,
Premium Member Poem Thirty Brave Men Robert L. Hinshaw Rhyme Rhyme chaplains, sad, war,
Premium Member Poem Places Of Worship Robert L. Hinshaw Rhyme Rhyme chaplains, faith, prejudice,
Let God Be Our General Danny Nunn I do not know? I do not know? chaplains, faith
Premium Member Poem Coming Home Robert L. Hinshaw Rhyme Rhyme chaplains, sad
There Are No Heroes Without The Herd Jean Marble Free verse Free verse chaplains, introspection

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Chaplains Poem Example

Thirty-Eight, Cancer Poem: For Sharon

Thirty Eight ( Corny Cancer Poem) For Sharon

Hallmark has a million cards in their catalog
And not one of them says,
Life Sucks
American greetings had nothing that says
Thirty-eight and  Never coming home
So I hope it’s not too late to write this poem

After your eighth round of Chemo,
The Doctor says the best medicine is prayer
Any Pre-med drop out
Or High school Health student
Can interpret what this means
But it still just isn’t fair-

           Still who am I to be a pessimist?

And I apologize for screaming at your surgeons
(Telling  them to stop comparing 
your tumors to fruit)
For telling them you aren’t a damn fruit stand
Even for tossing those fruit diagrams 
In the Hazmat can

Sorry if I let things get out of hand

Tomorrow they get to pull out
Their zapper instruments
And shoot at your cells like you are
One of those Nintendo video games
Over and over again
And I get to sit in the waiting room
Hoping the red cells surrender
And the white ones win

And Tylenol has a zillion dollars
And can’t even find a cure for cancer
Bayer pharmaceuticals has no answer

And if you die at thirty-eight
I’ll probably boycott Tylenol
For the next twenty-three years
Advil for the next twenty-two
Blaming both of them
For not saving you

Forty calls to Bayer pharmaceuticals 
And not a single one returned
What kind of heroes are they
When they aren’t even concerned?

And I’m pissed off at Obama
And Dr. Phil and Oprah too
And all Nationally syndicated talk show host
Who are talking about who slept with who
When they should be talking about 

I’m also ticked at a thousand Nazis
And twenty millions gangbangers 
And eight-hundred serial killers
Who have working organs
When all you need is just one-

Still I know you wouldn’t even accept it
Even if there was a law that said you could
And you would say something corny like
God loves bad people as much
As he does the good

And i wish i could snatch 
half of my lymph nodes
And give them to you
But no Doctor would approve the surgery

So what else can i do
Except write this silly poem for you
except watch you lose weight and hair
And listen to doctors suggest prayer

And more chemo only means
More Hallmark moments at the hospital
And more crying, more dying
More doctors and chaplains lying

But mostly I’ll never get to figure out
How it took you thirty minutes
At Build-A-Yogurt in the mall
And they only had six flavors-
Even after I told you
Chocolate Coconut Sprinkle
 Was really the best of all

Tonight your children get to sleep in your bed
And pretend You’re coming home
And I get to cry for them and finish
This corny cancer poems

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