3 Winner , Winner's
From 1 Single
Chicken Dinner
And here is for why
My mum wanted to surprise
me on my birthday with a
present
But is currently a little infirmed
not mobile
And as she couldn't ask me she
asked her brother could he get
it on her behalf and pay him
back later
So winner 1 is me i got my
birthday present and a card
Winner 2 was my mum she
got 2 him to buy it for her and
1 then give it to me
Winner 3 is him as he got 1
to buy it for me and 2 he was
happy to do it for my mum
Funny that 3 winner's in 1
They got 2 whereas i on the
other hand only got 1
Categories:
infirmed, birthday,
Form: Free verse
To get the big prize I have to die
I can get myself there rapidly or die a slow painful death.
It’s my choice; my parents did not choose wisely.
They both had lingering, sad, painful “I want to die” deaths.
Unfortunately, by the time they got there
There was nothing they can do about it.
Heaven is the prize right?
If I off myself, some people think I will not make it.
I will go to the frying pan place instead.
Not being super sure about it, I consider it.
Part of me knows if I get older and infirmed
My children will resolutely keep me alive
even though I feel dead.
I do not want that!
To go now
or to wait and see
That is the question.
And what if there is no heaven?
Is being a particle of dust in the air the prize?
Will a cat or dog chase me at least when that happens?
Such a quandary.
Categories:
infirmed, heaven,
Form: Free verse
These days, when I look at you
Fear transcends
Your heaviness
Your electric breathing
Your encompassing total body
You, the iron lung
Yes, now these days
Fear strikes out
against the childhood horrors
The endless nights of lone imaginings
The images that a fifties child bears
deep within the mind to get vaccinated.
You’re not alive and
You’re not after me, climbing my steps as you pant and
Respire
To enclose me
But you are here
Still
Taken in form but not fashion
Fear lurks within the covid halls of your anatomy
A journey in final dependency
That breathes so diligently for this centuries’
Infirmed
8/27/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18' Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Mark Toney
Categories:
infirmed, fear,
Form: Free verse
I have often wondered where the soul resides beyond
The wavering seas of this life’s unending circumstance,
Where it comes to rest when this infirmed body lies
In everlasting sleep shrouded satins and lace embraced,
To my surprise, most think the soul rests in holy arms
Spread wide to receive myriad spirits of all humankind.
But could it molder like the worthless shell so encasing
For evidence tends to dust we shall return, vanishing
From the hopes of immortality, no more seen to gather
To ourselves faith, love, hope—the graces souls prize,
Nor seen near or far, no evidence of it appearing here
In this realm where much about death is left to ponder.
written June 22, 2021
Categories:
infirmed, angst, conflict, death, philosophy,
Form: Blank verse
Wish them well
As off they go
In rocking boat's
On this day to be named D
Bound for the pages of History
In landing crafts
With final draft of pain stained letter's
To Family and friends
Penned in pockets called to defend
As thousand bullets and weary trenches
Lest the righteous not derail
The death smelt stale in solem waves
Of wounded men 10 by 10
Just keep going
We can not return
Unless to help the fallen infirmed
Or the badly burned that fate had turned
To corpse black ashes
And tailored tatters
To whom only Loved One's
There memory shall matter
Categories:
infirmed, war,
Form: Free verse
Some bug
Got snug
Got germed
(Infirmed)
I moan
I groan
Poor me
(Agree?)
Categories:
infirmed, funny,
Form: Footle
(A true story)
Now i grow older, and beauteous memories turn to weeds,
this blood in my veins turn to water, like a river cold desolute
in the valley bleeds. Yet still on the hill rise i see
"Aunt Mary" Her hair more golden by the day, when my memory returns
and i think of september, and how she succumb like the freshness
of new mowed hay, her passing beautiful and she would have approved.
Alas here in "Back Beck Cemetery" In december the rushing waters
hum a hollow song, the wailing tune of midwinter,
to an unconcerned yet obedient audience.
the chilled musty air
agonize the aging stone...
deep waters rush by.
The tombstones glisten in the pale unloving sunlight,
my spade and i rendezvous there five and half days a week,
just to dig a little for the human race, just to carefully lay some of them here,
some holding on to their earthly hand me down attributes, some rightly earned,
others a relief from the eroding sentiment of life.
Oh! Then there are the infirmed, and the joy of knowing I,
here in this their final resting place, knowing this their very last winter of discontent!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Categories:
infirmed, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
A knotted Tarzan rope dangles
From the same sycamore tree limb
When I was a young, snot-nosed,
devil-may-care adolescent.
Nothing has really changed that much
Since my time: the same swimming hole,
Probably the same railroad spikes
That I hammered into the trunk
That we used as rungs to scale it.
But it’s a very lonely place
today. All my childhood buddies
Are either dead or too infirmed
To care; so here I stand alone
Willing, but no one to play with.
Categories:
infirmed, childhood,
Form: Verse
Make pause upon 'ere dusted trail
as bursting clouds bring welcome rain
lift my face to wash unveil
solitary travel not made in vain
In silence...surroundings I absorb
natural beauty cleaned from storm
certain freshness mingling senses
city noise and crowd now absent
Free for now from selfish pleading
constant those are they misreading
intent their purpose....ill their gain
souls infirmed pestilent pain....
As darkness cover others like mud
only to bake and harden from sun
rainbow colored tears will flow
as painted glaze on mask they glow....
..............different radiance,
fall short of brilliance.....
The world has captured made reliant
....but,as I stand here in defiance
in solitude seeking best contrivance.....
method to rid existing ambivalence,
........impossible it seems for now,
for now.....my mind is in a cloud.....
Categories:
infirmed, hope, life,
Form: Free verse