Let me tell you about my experience with autism and ADHD
From moments of forgetfulness and yippee dee
Sorry I lost track now where were we
Oh yes
About autism and ADHD
I see the world in colours
All bright and beautiful
I notice the most annoying sounds
But I could tell you all about musical theatre and other interests of me
Like quizzes and history
Like when they started running the first presidency
It was George Washington then john Adams and the rest is history
But King George did tax there tea
And started a protest called the Boston tea party
Sorry Im going off tract again
But that is what it is like inside my brain
I could run barefoot in the rain
It would not bother me
I enjoy little quirks and moments of hyperactivity
Because its what makes me me
The clock ticks on as I glance around the room
Just a kid being a kid you assume?
Wrong! I suffer from Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
“Grow up” they say and act your age
Medicine after medicine that make us zombies is all the rage
I can’t even sit still
So their solution? Give me a pill
I trapped in my own sea of thoughts that crash over me like a wave
They all scream “WHY DON'T YOU JUST BEHAVE”!
It isn’t that easy don't they realize?
Am I supposed to be quiet,prim,and proper like a little prize?!
In the morning I take heed, I need my fix…
Running around like a headless steed, I start to mix…
Just an ambient aphrodisiac, my tantalizing tea…
A dormant astral amnesiac, in a matrix reality…
My deficit hyperactivity starts to mourn, I need my stimulant…
Relying on prescription worn, a narcoleptic nilpotent…
Looking for my performance enhancer, I strike a pose…
I turn into an exotic dancer, where are my clothes?
I’m an electrical euphoriant, just plug me in…
A vexing viral variant, a sinister seductive sin…
A deprived dopamine, searching for neural transmission…
My effusive endocrine, in a rambunctious remission…
In my magnetic resonance imaging, chronic pain in depression…
Where dimensions are diminishing, I’m open to confession…
Please unplug me from the world, time to disappear…
Cover me within a comfy curled, take away the fear.
April.07.2019
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I have two adulterish children
with ADHD
and some disconcerting levels
of unemployable diversity.
They go through each day
with three parts harmony:
I want this,
I want that,
and then
I want this Other Thing.
In this they remind me
of me more than not:
I want food,
I want drink,
I want
either sex,
or more likely a toilet,
or most likely just a nap,
but not really all resttime three.
That would be way too messy
to prefer
as a rule
for a perfect trinity.
And so we march on
through our not so diverse rounds
of hyperactivity
I want this
then want that
then these Other
feeding and bleeding
restorative Things.
Year two
A time for changing
Growing
And most of all
Speaking
Experienced in the art
Of forming words and phrases
Many were not prepared
For her verbal skill
Many sounds
No clue how to use them
Just an eager mind
And a mouth
Words as if on a map
Guiding her to more
Unknown and unexplored territory
But an unknown cause as well
Parents unaware
Of how the gears in her head worked
But someone did
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
ADHD, the crazy brain disorder
Unable to sit and stay
Like a disobedient dog
Resisting a leash
I don’t believe her, her mother said
That is not true, her father claimed
So they took her out of the school
In disbelief and disarray
But the woman was correct
The girl was wild
At least now they had a reason
Chit chat
Squiggle and squirm
Staying still was illegal
In her rambunctious mind
Nonetheless, the girl was theirs
Their little baby
Their prize
And they couldn’t love her
Any more
His New Sweetness
You're so honey
Sweet Bee
Fly with me
To your flower
Wings be flapping
Hyperactivity
In budding unison
My dear, lover
connie pachecho
3/9/17
UNITY STATED!
We are cool.
We sweat.
We shoot.
We hit.
This is our game we play.
Yes, we are the American way.
We are fame.
We are the success.
We compete.
We project.
This is the game we play.
Basketball NBA!
We thrive.
We catch.
We are strategized.
We depict.
This is our game day.
We are the American way.
We compete.
We project.
We are fame.
We are the success.
Football NFL!
A sure thing we have.
We are the thrill.
We are enjoyed.
We are the players.
We are the sport.
This is the game we play.
Yes, we are an American way.
We are skilled with our toys.
We compete.
We score.
We are hyperactivity.
We are the National Hockey League!
We are the team.
We are the competitors.
We are the wow.
We the game all love.
This is our pastime and sport.
Yes, we are the universal recreation.
We are competitive.
We are the babes.
We are ready to win the game.
We compete to excel.
Baseball Major League!
A sure thing we have!
Unity Stated - team sports - get involve!
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Penned June 16, 2015!
Haphazard chaos became the norm.
Attention Deficit Disorder brought the storm
Throw in a little hyperactivity and boys.
Rip roaring commotion and a disarray of toys.
Every action challenged serenity.
Drama pierced peaceful woodlands rowdily.
Never did their pain elicit such hatred.
Every shout was hurtful, unthinking, and mean.
Vulnerability increased; love lost its sheen.
Endless name-calling wrought two boy’s punches.
Respectable young brothers forgot to love.
Family split asunder by parental blunder.
Excruciating pain filled their children’s brain.
Love was offered; rejection brought hate.
The children cried; victims of the state.
Social services skillfully dismantled parental bonds.
Ordering a gambit of activities; family love absconds.
Guilty or not, it did not matter; love was marked.
Opportunity to hate had opened every door.
Ordinarily, the boys had been happy and respectful.
Dismantled; hatred never felt so good.
Copyright March 10, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Love or Hate pick a subject #2 –
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Form: Acrostic with Rhyme
In School they misused "adhd"
"Stop acting like you have adhd"
"I'm so hyper today, I think I have adhd"
And I felt the pain, like someone had hit my in the stomach, every single time. But what could I do?
Adhd is not only hyperactivity
Adhd is not only being detracted easily
Adhd is not only high arousal
Adhd isn't my choice, did you know?
I would have begged them to stop, but I was ashamed of being different in such a way that I had problems understanding it myself
I tried to hide it. "Why do you take those pills" they ask. I have a problem with signals in my brain. It's psychical, I tell them. They understand because psychical things are so much easier to understand
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Special thanks to Vessislava Savova (translator) , Mercedes Webb-Pullman (Editor) , Adam
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All proceeds from the sale of this collection will go to the Bulgarian Integrated Education
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educational needs (including mild Down syndrome, autism / autistic spectrum, cerebral
palsy, language-speech disorders, and hyperactivity) and their families.}
Thanks for your support everyone! I wish you happiness and good reading.
Bozhidar Pangelov
My life is coated with the sugary sweetness of your smile: hyperactivity of love!