my body is too aged to be of much use now
but when I was young I signed to be an organ donor
I was healthy then, no arthritis, great eyesight
one organ donor can save up to eight lives
and restore sight to two people
I think this is amazing
Got myself a donor card.
One day I will depart.
Donating all my organs
but you can keep my heart.
The ancient organ groaned
ended the passion
- bitter vinegar tones
pierced the walls
Heart had lost its fire
The prophets rubbed their heads
wisdom at any time and place
Overly high hopes
Resignation found in a
cast iron saucepan
The criteria for organ donors
are clear
~
Bell tower mourns
Only love is a donor
volunteer... almost
everything else is put
price... !
Heat index here of 105,
but I can say that I'm alive.
When starting on the concrete pour,
the sun was barely out the door.
I finished shortly after noon;
believe me, that was none too soon.
All told, I mixed 28 bags;
my clothing looks like dirty rags.
My setup: mostly in the shade;
by 10 am, that luck had played.
The hardest part, to my surprise:
was all the blood-sucking deer flies.
They must have gotten out the word.
A bit down till a thought occurred:
because they sucked me like a prune,
I shouldn't have to donate soon.
Someone who asks,
does not impose conditions...
Who offers
shouldn't impose
Poet, your writing
it is not an official document,
no testament...
Poet, your writing
that is accurate pure poetry,
is a manual of tenderness,
an encyclopedia
of love.. !
The dazzling sun outside on the rise
The doctor through his teeth lies
Cause of death, a newly crowned virus
Making fools of the best of us
They know little; we know a little less
Whatever got us into this fine mess?
A dysfunctional health system gone awry
Our people, in the sun, to fry
The ruling class to the rescue quick
To broker deals for the sick
They came out richer and how
After milking dry, the donor cow
Schools closed, small enterprises too
The official crisis response we rue
The epidemic out of control rages
Midst our plunging wages
His name is Bob and he is a mechanic
He suffers from liver disease
But doesn't panic
He is in need of a transplant
It's very urgent
He hasn't had a drink in seven months
He has a wife and a daughter who just graduated from law school
She offers him some champaign to celebrate n asks if that's cool
He refuses but she insists
He has just one glass then takes a seat
He's been waiting for six months
And today we finally found a donor
He is so excited and his family could not be happier
The tests results show a percentage of alcohol in his bloodstream
And now this changes everything
Today I inform him and his family that he can no longer receive a new liver
Immediately he begins to quiver
He has been placed at the bottom of the list and there's nothing I can do
Some rules just cannot be bent
We should all follow through
Stop starting a fire and feeding the fire that you can't even put out.
You know you are being bluntly dumb founded and stupidly ignorant.
There are countless words to say.
You know that we are right but, you don't even comprehend
what she is trying to get her point across!
I'm pretty sure your Mother taught you better than that.
The whole argument is irrelevant if you can't spell correctly
Don't you worry your pretty little heart, because you will not ruin our Family relationship!
I rather go and be something of myself, than be exactly like you
It's kinda funny you are trying to put up this big fight.
Your words can't hurt me because I'm better than that
Drama was meant for the lamas
Sooo save It all for a different baby mama!
The list could go on for hours, so don't even try
You are only getting feed words, , I do suppose
Seeing how you are both uneducated makes tho, more of a target!
You only make me frustrated I have had enough with all the BS
you said I could not cook
it was an accusation
a condemnation
a comparison
with your mother and
other women of
whom you approved.
I did not meet the standard
I was not womanly
I failed all forms set
by you, your family, the island
never having been taught, I never learned.
My fear was huge.
You were contemptuous.
I was less than less.
a nothing naught
that nevertheless
had to provide
had to make
each day a life I thought I would be given.
which was wrong
but I could never stop
long enough
could never be still enough
could never breathe in and then out
understanding at last my life was my
own and never yours and so
was mine to make or mar.
My heart hurt worse when our dog died.
And I wrote a better poem about it.
12/31/2013
Please Transplant me
to a better life,
I am dying to live.
When I die
I won't need my eyes.
When death takes me
My body is left for those in need
Give my eyes
To someone who needs
To see there is beauty in everything
Give my lungs
To someone who needs
To inhale every breath given
Give my kidneys
To someone who needs
Purity within their body
Give my bone marrow
To someone who needs
A solid foundation
Give my heart
To someone who needs
To love unconditionally
I am an organ donor
I want you all to know,
But don't let me go under
Before I'm ready to go.
I asked myself a question
"How will my body look
When I'm no longer in position
And after all they took?"
I'm making my request known
Before it is too late,
These are the things that you should do
Then you can seal my fate.
If you take out my eyeballs
Put two marbles in their place,
And if you remove my nose
Like Michael, cover it with lace.
If you take off my arm or leg
With broomsticks please replace,
Two grapefruits for my boobs, I beg
Some dead man's heart might race.
About my inner organs,
I won't worry about that,
But if you take my private spot
Give me a kitty cat.
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