Impaired Poems

Impaired Freedom

I feared today
For my country
Freedom is barred.

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My Mask

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                                      My glasses fog up.

The Impaired Pair

 one fine day, it wasn't really fine
the clock hit stride, I found myself crying

Things were upside down, taking an ugly turn
I was ready to stand up, but it was a painful burn

riled up with thoughts, shaken with the hate
things started to happen, which I never wrote in my beautiful dreamt fate

What I said, only I had to deal
Oh no, was it the end? Is this agony that I feel?

My vision wasn't healthy to look through the truth so dark
even the courage that I had was told not to try
"there is no spark"

Words may be light, but I don't sob boarding this flight
It was a beautiful journey with gorgeous sleepless nights

It wasn't all carefree, or as easy as a cake bite
There were fights, without worrying who's wrong or who is right 

No regret, as they say, give it some time and it will pay
Trying it all, giving it all and recollecting myself as I fall

The only thing I rue is the goodbye
I swear I wanted to hug you like there was no tomorrow

Pity, you are a fraud
And now I have a lifetime worth of sorrow.

Instinctually Impaired

maternal instinct
mothers love eternally
why did mine not know


01/03/2020

Vision Impaired

for some it is true vision
the kind used with the eyes
but in this path of life
with all of its joy and strife
therer's higher purpose in disguise

Trump Became Mentally Impaired

Trump Became Mentally Impaired

About anyone at all Trump never cared,
And he has become mentally impaired;
To world blow,
We do know;
All those around to death surely scared.

Jim Horn

Impaired

there's a black cloud in my house
and i'm screaming
and dreaming on what might have been

there's no sunshine within these walls
and i'm crying
and there's no denying i'm going to fall

there's a song that plays in my lonely room
and i'm screeching
wailing along for i know every word

there's a staleness to the air
and i'm gasping 
breathe in, breathe out, but don't ever stop

there's sticky floors in my abode
and i'm trippin
memories of bitter days stick to my boots

there's an echo within these walls
and i'm silent
rubber rooms call to me come rest friend

and i'm not lonely
but i am a bit scared

and i'm not lonely
but i am slightly impaired

Impaired

Darkness lures above and under,
Light is no where to be seen,
Scared of what I can not hear,
 Frightened of what I can not see,

Maybe if I tried harder,
Maybe if I prayed to God,
Maybe if I screamed and hollered,
Someone could show me what's wrong,

After all my fighting, my fusing and my crying too,
I know what's wrong with me,
I can't see and I can't hear,
But that's ok with me.

Impaired

All the fingers wait
raised, spread
and the flexes start
the bends
the creeps and crawls

All the fruit laid before you
the knife cuts
uncovers concealed
scents and flesh

All the linen,
folded in crisp creases
your all-seeing eye
unwraps ruthlessly
one crumb grounded
in one corner
one drop of red

One snowflake carries
so many crystals
inifinitely perfect
They disappear
before you decide to dissect
they don't fear the sharp
but the time
it takes
to slice

***

July 18, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Wailing of An Impaired Being

I despair from the invisible thorns,
Inflicted on me by the forces of hurt
I desire to flee beyond,
from within the ****** of crossroads

Sweet pain!
I've come to see.

I’m trapped in a fortress as thick as steel
The puzzle called earth plays me, like poker
I flaunt my guts in a minute entity
I flex my panache to few and sundry

The gods have smiled,
But I’ve laughed yet not
I’m prepared, I know
But they think otherwise.

The saints have sang
But the rhythm still plays.
I’m sensitive, so I feel everything
In the sense of it, and beyond of it

My time is served
But the shackles stay clasped
My wings and cape were made to soar
Un-glue me from my cubicle in hell’s pit

Whose tears do I shed?
Who is the snail in front of me?
On the one-track path to light
Yearn has become my alias

I know, I know
Patience is the watchword 
But even her, lacks perfection
My case just might be an exception

Oh King of us
What are your thoughts?

A Hearing Impaired Child

S-peak not the truth, pleasant or not,
I-n my mouth, silence resounds;
G-ive me your smile and not a frown,
N-od your head and I’ll understand.

L-ift up my spirit as I do the rest,
A-ccept me for what I am and my weaknesses,
N-eeding your special love, care and sweetness,
G-od rewards  you  a thousand folds if you can give.
U-pbeat so much of your capabilities,
A-ll of us have something to share;
G-uide me to make the stars not out of my reach,
E-nigma of my strength  is you, my God’s gift.

Sign language helps you to understand me,
          for I am a child who is a hearing impaired.


Aug. 11,2012


Note: I composed this poem lovingly dedicated to exceptional kids especially the HI. May God bless you all.

Height Impaired

It’s quite sweet to be with her
Her height will bring me a blur
Growing tall a mystery
Short, she’s a puppy

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Brian Strand's "SHORT & SWEET" contest

2/14/2012

Vertically Impaired (Englyn Unodle Union)

I wish I could grow a bit
so my legs and jeans would fit
without using sewing kits or iron hem
just once them jeans would fit.

I wish I was five foot four
or maybe a little more
I could wear fashion galore, off the peg,
I beg, two inches more.

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