The first week without you is an eternal bee sting
Too much pain to talk
Paralyzed from the waist down
Confined to a lonely bed
The pain lessens up like the rain
But the swelling remains
As big as a bowling ball, on each hand and kneecap
Forcing me to crawl around like a deranged animal
Only winning me pity
The swelling reduces after a month or so
But ugly pink scars remain
When triggered, blood pours from the scars
Stains my sheets as I sleep alone
Years pass and the ugly scars begin to heal
But not completely
Decades later I wake at midnight screaming
Perplexed at the puddle of red surrounding me
Why do I still bleed as if the wound was just made?
I lay on my deathbed after centuries of agony
My scars have faded, many more have been added
A quilt of despair, a skin of sadness
The memories of you return once more
The tears fall, the earth shakes
And at last I rest
Categories:
kneecap, leaving, life, loss,
Form: Free verse
There is a twinge in my left knee,
right on the inside of the kneecap, under the bone.
I’ll jump, sometimes.
Tendons stretching, stretching, stretching—
muscles flexing.
My foot leave the ground (pointed, of course).
My other leg is straight already (pointed, of course).
I lock myself in this position, finding the stretch, the burn, for a second in which I do not know the ground.
I fall. Land on one toe, then a foot, then a weight that cannot possibly belong to me.
My knee twinges.
I ignore it.
I stretch the other side, there is no twinge.
I go back to my left. Twinge. Twinge. I ignore it.
Wearing knee braces on top of leggings, is embarrassing, anyway.
Categories:
kneecap, anti bullying, anxiety, pain,
Form: Free verse
New update, November 15, 2022
Caleb saw the orthopedic surgeon today. He said that he did not break his femur, but the patella(kneecap) dislocated but went back in place, there is bruising, and possibly torn cartilage. He is sending him to PT for 2 weeks then he will see the surgeon again about the torn cartilage. Prayer healed the broken bone and it is a much less serious injury, but it still hurts, is swollen, and needs time to heal.
Thank you again,
Sara
Categories:
kneecap, health,
Form: Other
Sometimes the kneecap is sitting in
An unbalanced way
This can cause the kneecap to slip out of the joint or
Put more pressure on the thighbone
When Jericho was with me on the peak
Of Mount Tai he fell to his knees
Causing bursa inflammation
A common type of knee injury of football players
He initially didn't weep, but
I encouraged it
Medical benefits of crying have been known
As far back as the Classical era
Like a purgative, draining off
Releasing stress and emotional pain
I told him on that mountain summit
To think about poetry and he thanked me
It was Winnie the Pooh that set him off
Categories:
kneecap, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Written By: D. Collins 9/14/21
Back in the days, the Elders weren't lying.
Sometimes I get up and hear cracks 4 or 5 times.
The hip gets to hurting with any sudden moves.
Walk slow up the stairs, and hold the rail, fool.
Whenever feeling the urge, just slow your roll.
When shooting basketball hurts, you know you're old.
After doing some things we have to sit a little longer.
Forgetting we can't do things we did when we were younger.
I hear things Crackin' and Poppin' every time I move.
From the back of my neck to the top of my shoes.
Behind the kneecap, including hamstring and groin.
When I raise up, it's often in major slow motion.
Not only does your hair tend to get Moses gray.
The body tends to follow. Maybe off by a day.
Then!!! To top that off, women go through heat flashes.
Just stay in your lane, and keep Poppin' and Crackin'.
Categories:
kneecap, truth,
Form: Sonnet
In a world where slavery is a mercantile trade
remember to be grateful to your legs
though they limp
I shall remember to thank my lips for the tired yawn
that activates the nerves each grey day
though they reek of charred tobacco
I shall remember to thank my lungs
for purifying my soul while walking on grass
though I pant when I miss the elevator
Membranes beyond the nose
for safe ventilation
eyelashes that gag emotions
the kneecap for play and prayer
you're a deal
Categories:
kneecap, africa, appreciation, beauty, body,
Form: Verse
oops - can't do it
can't stay at the computer too long
this chair is really hard on my back
i'm still feeling that sciatica pain
that hollow tube of pain from my lower back
down through my kneecap and a little further down
sometimes all the way down to my toes
sciatica sucks
(all the energy out)
sciatica!
Categories:
kneecap, pain,
Form: Free verse
Her memories had her waiting
for his oft' tardy appearance,
and in her patient time
perhaps wondering,
"Has he ever noticed the scar
below my kneecap?"
His litany of lateness'
was covered by a bond
of mutually assured affection.
She'd never hold him to a sundial.
And in those times together,
four eyes flickering
with a lingering seep of memory;
each owning a piece of time,
holding it to savor,
watching her, pleased more
by her company
than any assistance,
silence seemed to have been there,
waiting for them.
And in that moment's breathless anticipation
his realization was;
he'd wait an hour to watch her mouth,
the scintillating way words
unspooled from her lips.
Categories:
kneecap, dedication, love, romance,
Form: Free verse
Mute Mutterings
Of Carolyns Confessions Bartender...
Pistol packing momma lay that pistol down,
as the old song goes:)
sounds like the probby was suitably addressed,
bullet in kneecap, just a little perplexed,
back in ya corner you ***** cos your next,
hold on while im sukkin me last cigarette ...
on ya cobber, mine....Don
The world is in a spiral spin,
negative needs reversing in,
is the fix another bloody war,
blood n death of millions more,
yes mankind's mortal sin...
very just and kind of words,
hope, humanity, not unheard,
every man is just a brother,
every woman may be mother,
on the healthy scale of things.
Tony, beware of the deep,
the thoughts that creep,
memory searches one,
shut your eyes n go to sleep ,
and memory canters some,
beware the deep, of thinking some...
Bob
different views, different states of mind,
what is important, to that fellow of kind,
some of the spiritual, some money blind,
kindness to all doesn't leave us behind?
Don Johnson
Categories:
kneecap, adventure,
Form: Ballade
Please pass me a double with 100-proof zing
No, I’ve no money, but I’ll pay with this ring
Yes, it’s a diamond yet it lost its luster
I found him with her; my mind did fluster
So I tossed the harlot out of our house
And called him a thoughtless cheating louse
I’ll need more booze if you want to hear more
There are some trespasses you can’t ignore
Shot him in the kneecap, crippled that lout
So now there’ll be no more running about
Hey, that ring’s two carats, worth a refill
I’ll take another shot of this swill
I tossed him the cell to call 9-1-1
My goose is cooked; the law will soon come
Fill one more to go ‘fore I hit the road
And thanks for allowing me to reload
*Entry for Natalie’s “Confessions to a Bartender” contest
Categories:
kneecap, angst, husband, me,
Form: Couplet
I will tell of love in fourteen short lines
Remember when you chipped bone in kneecap
So much pain for you and me nothing fine
Knee pain for you for me nausea trap
You had surgery, nausea had me
One baby in arms another womb bound
When you came home, total care you no glee
Beside chamber nausea vomit round
Daily existence for weeks ugly trap
Baby, husband's care between nausea
Holding baby my only relief gap
Situation had me deep undersea
Love is deep when one gives beyond their strength
Giving beyond the call of duty is youngth
Categories:
kneecap, family, health, husband, introspection,
Form: Sonnet
Ripped my eyes out and glued them to the back my head. Had to watch my mouth and back, for they were left for dead. I never had a shoulder to cry on, to comfort the stress. Alot is on my brain. But it won't let my tounge confess. My heart was pullin my leg when it said it loved my blood. So I cut my nose to spite my face, then threw it in mud. My lips held secrets. My index made it pinky promise, it wouldn't snitch. While my palms itched for a profit like Nostradamus. And destiny had a bone to pick with me. She never wanted opportunity to fall in my lap. But when it's time to ride, I just buckle like a kneecap. With this iron fist, I conquer and rule crowds. Sitting at my throne, I keep my head in the clouds. So, hand the world to me on a silver platter. I'll place my thoughts on the moon and show you mind over matter...
Categories:
kneecap, inspirational, uplifting
Form: Rhyme
On a hot summer night
To a nightclub we danced
My girlfriends and i
Music entranced
There i was
Giving it all
When something happened
That made me fall
In disbelief
Dancing to MJ's beat
My kneecap snapped
Broken real neat
The doctors said
It was the strangest break
The pain you have
Will keep you awake
No more standing
For weeks to come
I'll let you know
Don't be so glum
In the heat of summer
Long days stuck in
Watching TV
Looked after by kin
I long for the day
To get back to school
To be with my friends
Who are all real cool
The miss of my friends
Sends me round the bend
No job, no money
Parental spend
This lucky young lady
Has a caring mum
If it wasn't for her
I sure would be glum
So Julia, i said to myself
Your not exactly, left on the shelf
I will get better, wait and see
Back to dancing, 123
In time I'll look back
And visualise
The angel who helped
And realise
That was my mom
I love her so much
As only mums do
That loving moms touch
This poem was written for a dear friends daughter, get well soon Julia.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life3.php
Categories:
kneecap, friendship, health, mother, thank
Form: Rhyme