Sonnet Health Poems

When the mind stops, blank without thought,
It goes to a place of sanity sought.
For sanity is to chaos’ distain,
That place where silence and calm are...

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What will become of doubt within?
Will it become a loss or win?
How does it grow or diminish?
How will it look at the finish?

Your thoughts may...

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I can’t believe it’s really me
Waist to head, I’m a Christmas tree
From this fat, I’ll never be free
A healthy life I’ll never see

I gained a...

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We praise the blessings of organic teas 
with great flourish in a health-conscious time.
Aisle 12 of the store has choices to ease,
some simple maladies of...

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They’re different types of reality
Most will only believe in what they see
One reality is physical form
There’s also mental no need for alarm

When only a thought...

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In pursuit of imperfect perfection,
she slowly turned every lucky star blind,
drowning in constant chores from obsession, 
unable to appease her stormy mind.

Promises ascend against perception,...

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*I wrote this sonnet some years ago for my wife, who suffers from fibromyalgia since an auto accident in 1995. An anniversary poem

not Aphrodite's vernal...

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You said you were cured
What sickness doth ail you?
I thought we were friends
So what wall did you break through?

We chat so infrequently
Your condition is hidden
Like...

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time travels heavily in rousing screech
to strangle smiles from mind's untold
my waving grimace implored beseech
under shadowed cleft of chalky Wold
where lapping rays of yellowed gloss
and...

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Desperation, draw me not like magnets pull
But once again let saneness possess me in full
Do not ravage me like a lion upon its prey
Block not...

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Debate also should rage if doctors know 
The mystery that human body is: 
It takes two hundred muscles, all on go 
To take but one...

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In prison, and bereft of all defence,
But my Healer, graver than ever ere, 
Swirls his chair round, yon of window to stare 
As if to...

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What else but weight endless for devil’s due? 
And I’d need a few more tests to be sure, 
Grimace or grin, but I ought to...

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Proffered no reprieve, led was I like cow 
By clinic’s nurse to slaughterhouse, I thought, 
The wise me cursing the rebel me now, 
All mute,...

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Two scores and more years back, as I recall, 
I find my left elbow pounding with pain 
Mere bending it when turned a task no...

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