I’ve been disabled a long time.
Tides with trombone sounds.
Whisked around.
Whisking sounds, coming from an implosion.
Disability is not some catastrophe.
It’s just perforations everywhere but nothing is torn ever.
I’ve been a person for a long time.
And when you’re a person, you receive person hands, person feelings.
A few times over, the goop and grime got to me.
I think being disabled is ok, not horrible, like a boat, or a sea creature.
Disability is not some catastrophe, I said.
It’s just like walking on a super nova.
The creaks and splotches.
Make me wonder when.
This poem I'd inspired by the broken, lost and weary people who make all of us in this world survive. The veterans, the poor people who work the plants for little reward, and all those who struggle but keep fighting. Keep on fighting with a warriors heart eventually may our world be well.
A hundred years I battle time,
A thousand scars mark every climb.
Ten thousand wounds, yet still I stand—
The ash, the flame, the trembling hand.
Was all I bled for born to dust?
The oaths, the bonds, the shattered trust?
The gods are silent, the world is still,
But even silence bends to will.
I’ve given all—my youth, my name,
My heart to honor, soul to flame.
Yet if this breath is all that’s mine,
Then let it burn the end of time.
Let fear be drowned beneath my cry,
Let stars bear witness as I die.
For though I fall, my spirit flies—
A soldier’s truth: the brave never dies.
So strike your drums and let them hear,
The dying song that knows no fear.
For in this heart, through blood and pain,
The warrior’s fire shall rise again.
Who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
Should disability be based
On an anatomical stock-take,
Or based on what you can do?
For I can climb mountains,
I can soar through the sky,
And I can slay dragons,
With just a blink of an eye,
I can overcome barriers,
Fight against impossible odds,
Ignore patronising glances
And condescending nods.
So who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
It is completely subjective,
It’s just your point of view…
Don’t see only our disabilit-ease,
Don’t deny us basic facilit-ease,
Don’t ignore our many abilit-ease,
Don’t compound our varied difficult-ease,
Deal head-on with the harsh realit-ease.
You never know what life has in store,
You may fall one day and rise no more,
You may join our ranks, afraid, unsure,
You may write words to plead; implore.
We are not an alien race,
We have a voice, we have a face,
We have our part to play; a place.
Let us join life’s lively dance,
Let us have an equal chance.
Pl- ease.
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
VERILY I PRAY TO JESUS YAHWEH INCLUDING ALLAH ITS BEEN TWO YEARS NOW WHEN BIDEN AND ALL THE HORRORS SEVERE THREATS DURING COVID OUR LIVES IN SHAMBLES AN YET DOMESTIC TERRORISTS RIPPED OUR FLAGS MORBIDLY BREAKING INTO OUR HOME WE HAVE SPENT OVER 3000 IN NEW LOCKS LOCK SMITHS SECURITY CAMS THE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS BUST THEM OUT IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT THEY CRAWL OVER FENCES PUT KEYSNIN THE DOORSBTO MAKE QUICKSET KEYS TO ENTER OUR HOME CIRCLINGBOUT APPOINTMENTS ON OUR CALENDAR SO THEY KNOW WHEN TO STROKE TAMPERING WITH MY VIETNAM VETERANS MEDALS OUR MORTAGE BANK INFORMANTION MEDICAL INFORMATION I SUFFER I SUFFER MENTAL ILLNESS PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY HUSBAND AS WELL REACHING FIR MY BIBLE IT'S NOT RIPPED OR FOLDED THESE TERRORISTS ARE BOLDLY MERGING WITH THE SAME DOMESTIC TERRORISTS BITTER OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY GOD ITS DEVASTATING THESE ARE INSURGENTS BULLIES COMMITING HOME INVASION EXTORTING OUR PEACE HERE IN AMERICA GOD BLESS AMERICA
Sadly these are the times
identity thieves strike be
very vigil my disabled family
experienced horrific pain
and suffering data breach
my Stalker arriving to end
my life over my American
poetry perched now stalking
my disabled husband as well
preying on seniors disabled
veterans disabled Americans
God bles America stay safe.
In the land of Damascus, in 1889,
A photo taken, of a friendship so fine.
The subject of which, were two remarkable men,
There's a lot we could learn, from listening to them.
Very different fellows, Muhammad and Samir,
Both from different faiths, let's make that clear.
Muhammad was Muslim, religious devout,
But his friend, Samir, he could not do without.
Samir was Christian but needed Muhammad as much.
Because he was blind, feeling only by touch.
Muhammad was disabled, unable to walk,
But could direct Samir, when they needed to walk.
And so they became, the best of lifelong friends,
Combining their strengths, as means to ends.
Carried on Samir's back, Muhammad was his guide,
On one another, they each relied.
They lived in the same house, until Samir passed away,
Leaving Muhammad to grieve, for many a day.
Crying at the loss, of his "eyes" and his friend,
The unbearable pain of which, brings his own life to end.
Dying of grief, seems a sad end to this tale,
But their inspiration, is in what we should regale,
Two opposing faiths showed there is always hope.
Helping each other, in learning to cope.
My charities are Disabled
veterans of America DAV
PVA paralyzed veterans
Wounded warriors my
absolute favorite USO
sending packages to
troops I absolutely love
this also Militar order of
the purple heart being
Disabled and giving of
yourself benefit letters
are zero many people
look at you smiling and
think you are rich sad my
life is in giving back my
grandfather served
my husband served my
granddaughter just arrived
in Jordan god bless the
United States of America
retired beautician
arms, elbow deep in shampoo
volunteers daily at the local elder care
residents line up
three doorways deep
down the hall
waiting their turn
at free furbish
she donates time and energy
knowing that she may be
the only outsider
they've seen or heard all week
she chooses her words with caution
none flow slipshod off her tongue
she goes home, strangely satisfied
May 3, 2023
Refining Consciousness
Unseeking Seeker
a refining of the attribute of poor self-esteem
on the part of the residents as well as the beautician
He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground
I had wondered why...
Why did this teenage boy,
Build me up this way
No bigger than a toy?
No bigger than his dog
In fact, we saw eye to eye,
I looked around for answers
And still I wondered why?
Then I came face to face
With an answer that was clear,
When the boy in the wheelchair
Slowly came rolling near
With his teenage brother
Lending him a helping hand,
He placed a smile upon my face
A smile so wide and grand
My eyes, two big buttons
From Grandma's sewing kit,
My scarf, one of their Dad's
Was striped and hand knit
From their Mom's kitchen came
My nose, a long gnarled carrot,
My arms, two maple limbs
From the family's tree I did inherit
My heart, warmed by the boy
The boy who could not walk,
His eyes laughed when he saw me
Though he could not even talk
No prouder stood a snowman
That towered, oh so tall,
Than me, the littlest snowman
The proudest one of all.
Even though my challenges do not always present-
They are always present.
Like a dripping that slows but never stops.
Perpetual puddles that must always be mopped.
It seems as if the distance between me and my peers-
Expands with my helplessness, that increases with the years.
Happiness must be maintained.
Through constant assistance, I can be trained.
Once lived an old woman from Kalamazoo
She had been an animal trainer at the zoo
A tiger bit off her thumb,
She admitted it was dumb
But, with her left thumb gone, what else could she do?
written January 25, 2022
There's this nasty lady living right
by ours
A cranky old mare holed up next to our house
Her garden is minging and her blinds
are a lot worse
She acts dead weird, I reckon she's proper mental
Her knees are knobby and her walk is
a bit wonky
The foreign woman next door has no right to be here
She doesn't fit in so she stays out of sight
She has no mates, always mutters to herself
We want her out, she's not one of us
Let's egg her house for a laugh and scare the pants off her
So they pelted my door with rotten eggs then posted dog poo through the mail slot
While I remained quiet as a dormouse
and prayed they would just let me be
The natives glozed over their mean deeds
And claimed they meant no offense
My hands were tied, what with being odd man out
So I chose to feign indifference, and passed the baton to the Gods of karma
While I laid back to feast on a larger slice
Of this local brand of hospitality
If only....
If only I could crawl, but my legs are too weak
If only I could scream, but I have no voice
If only I could see, but I'm blind
If I could hear the chattering of birds, but my ears are dead
If only I could dance, but I don't have legs
If only I could do what you can do
The world was gonna be a Haven
I long to write long love letters but my fingers are crooked
The melodious songs I cud have sung if I had a voice like you
I'm not complaining
I'm greatful
But I just want you to see the other side of the coin
I'm all lying on the bed from childhood
I don't know how it feels to walk
They said they saw fire, how does it look like?
If only I could see, I was gonna be an artist
Painting whatever that I saw
If only I could......
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