Long Ailment Poems
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Our Redeemer Jesus Christ is the God of our salvation…
His compassion works in us with His wondrous perfection
Great is His faithfulness in rescuing us from hell’s condemnation
Toward heavenly kingdom of scriptural instruction.
Our Saviour Jesus Christ, the reason for Christmas, indeed blesses…
His love mends us with His strengthening braces
Great is His power in transforming us from idolatry’s curses
Toward grateful worship of sincere praises.
Our Lord Jesus Christ grants righteous settlement…
His grace secures us with His steadfast commitment
Great is His holiness in cleansing us from worldliness’ ailment
Toward sanctified service of eternal investment.
Our Friend, Jesus Christ, exemplifies humbleness…
His goodness restores us with His ready forgiveness
Great is His meekness in reproving us from ambition’s haughtiness
Toward willing obedience of joyful submissiveness.
Our Sanctifier, Jesus Christ, sanctifies us from pride’s spoilage…
His kindness preserves us with His worthy heritage
Great is His light in exposing us from humanism’s damage
Toward victorious surrender of humble courage.
Our Victor, Jesus Christ, shields us from Satan’s darts…
His deliverance shields us with His mighty ramparts
Great is His protection in driving us from evil-destructions’ starts
Toward guided steps of guarded hearts.
Our Life, Jesus Christ, meets our needs throughout eternity…
His provisions fill us with His sufficient bounty
Great is His wisdom in directing us from poverty’s calamity
Toward blessed contentment of diligent duty.
*Jeremiah 50:34 Their Redeemer is strong; the LORD of hosts is his name…
December 25, 2019
Backing my hips against white painted bricks
While stupid ass men dance with stupid ass chicks
They act like Adonis, which isn’t that honest
They’re trying their best ‘pulling’ tricks
I came in with Les who hopes to impress
A ‘prospect’ who’s scantily dressed
Get out there my son, he said, go have some fun
I said I was having a rest
And when I see Sally, I just dilly dally
I secretly couldn’t be keener
But she turned around, I stared at the ground
As though I had not even seen her
The chance of romance might get me to dance
But I don’t see much of a chance
When Sally said, ‘Hi,’ something flew in my eye
And so I avoided her glance
Perhaps I could ask next time she walks past
But I’ve still got quite a full glass
I could drink it quick which might make me sick
So this time I’ll just let her pass
The thing is I think that she gave me a wink
Last week as she sauntered on by
But I looked away because maybe that day
She thought I was some other guy
So now my mate, Les, has gone off with Bess
The girl in the skimpy red dress
It’s time to go home, again all alone
And act like I couldn’t care less.
A crippling ailment, a life in curtailment
Its living your life on your knees
No way to stand out when riddled with doubt
Yet no-one calls ‘Shy’ a disease
I know a young lady, her name is Lynn
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin
They call her a doctor, but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend
With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me, to remedy my plight
After all these decades, finally found a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Lynn is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly, she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Doctor Lynn, this new doc of mine
I know a young lady, her name is Kim
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin
They call her a doctor but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend
With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me to remedy my plight
After all these decades finally found a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
('twas I just wearing socks... not the doc)
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Kimberly is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Kimberly this new doc of mine
I’ve developed tennis elbow; it really is quite sore
It’s a medical condition that I’ve never had before
So I went down to the doctor and knocked upon his door
It’s a common ailment, he’s seen it many times I’m sure
He wrote me a prescription; oh boy he’s really funny
Told me to watch the Olympics – not pretend I’m Andy Murray!
I’ve got some painkilling gel, which really does seem to help
And a tubigrip bandage, so constrictive it made me yelp
I struggled to get this ‘tube’ on but it restricted the flow of blood
So I’ve ditched it in the bin - it was causing more harm than good
Now I’ve put on an old crepe bandage, which seems to do the trick
I’ve now come to the sad conclusion… I’m becoming a geriatric!
08~16~16
He was a gentle giant
Big with a bigger heart
He had a difficult ailment
Alcohol and drugs in part
He gave his shirt off his back
With a unconditional love
Without leaving out a fact
He told stories sent from above
His hug was like being embraced
By someone who knows your deepest pains
He would hold you until he had erased
Any feelings of discouragement or chains
When he looked into your eyes
You felt sure he could see everything inside
His gaze was like someone who is wise
Beyond the years that they abide
His death was like a fearful walk
From joy into the depths of hurt
I could actually feel my mind balk
Keeping me from giving in to the effort
It’s been sixteen years and each day
I think of his kindness, his presence
I miss him and feel like I must pay
For the overwhelming absence
I have to say that love has a way
Of making life more precious
Without my gentle giant I can say
My tears hold more potency
And I often pray
For reverence
©2014 by Regina Riddle
I went and sneezed this morning, I never sneeze that way
Is this the end?’ I ask myself ‘is this my final day?’
Oh they will shrug their shoulders and surely give a sigh
But it’s not their life at stake, for me the end is nigh!!
Should I call the ambulance or just the doc instead?
Or sip lemon and honey and crawl back to my bed?
‘It’s man flu’ she says, like a pharmacist who knows,
But each and every ailment, surely she cannot diagnose?
Last week I had a cough, she dismissed it out of sight
But it was touch and go I tell you, it gave me such a fright
And then there was the shingles, okay then just a spot,
But it could have been the shingles, that’s what I could have got!!
If they only understood, that it’s not the same for me,
That I want to live a healthy life, ailment free.
It really is depressing that one day I’ll be right
And the way I sneezed this morning, it could well be tonight.
Bob Dylan is great
And he is real mate
He started out like Woodie Guthrie
But only roughly
He told us the answer was in the wind
He was all so thin
He went electric and creative
It went hectic and stimulative
He was called Judas and booed off stage
The crowds were in a rage
He fell off his motorbike
And things changed again with a strike
He hid in a basement
Curing his ailment
Then he returned to the watchtower
With even more power
He knocked on heaven's door
And he was back to his fore
He split with Sara
And made a movie about a Clara
There was blood on the tracks
But he reached a new climax
He got lost in religion
And hovered around like a pigeon
He took a slow train
And soon started to regain
He became a shooting star
No signs of any scars
Even though the world had gone wrong
He still sang his song
Then came 'Time out of Mind'
Nothing like it of any kind
Lots of things had changed
But in a sense it was just rearranged
Roll on Bob
But watch your fob
Then came the Nobel Prize
For us it was no surprise
Bob Dylan is Great
And bloody real mate
Bob Dylan is great
Bob Dylan is unreal mate
Thanksgiving 1930
Mama was running around the house trying to make space for everyone to lay their heads when the night draped the day.
The house was jovial and laughter bang against the four walls like a rushing tide against an embankment, and it filled the cracks with vibrating music.
The aroma of baked turkey, ham, and yams live freely in the air with tobacco smoke. It was one of the most happiest and memorable day of my life.
My cousins and I made thunderous cacophony while running through the house.
The men in the family sat in the parlor in front of the fireplace sipping on papa's dandelion wine, and verbalizing their views on politics and agriculture.
The women gathered in the kitchen to prepare the meal and exchange recipes.
They knew everything significant about the world, according to them.
They knew every poultice and herb to fix for just about any type of ailment.
They knew and philosophized on the affairs of the heart.
They knew the words of the Lord and quote them in their solicitous conversations.
They were icons
Excerpt from short story Pinstripe Suit
copyright Labyrinth of Life 2007. Labyrinth of Life is a compilation of short stories and poetry.
My child has ADHD, cry, cry, cry. Whine. Whine Whine.
I am trying to pay attention, but this parent’s child has every ailment.
She wants a 504, and IEP, and any extra intervention, as there is always something.
She is in my office more than all the other parents put together, and I have hundreds of parents.
An incessantly annoying tick of a loud clock demands my full attention.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Man, is that thing loud!
I’m sorry. Can you please repeat this? I ask her.
She has not stopped talking, so I try to catch up.
He has ADHD, a broken foot, a sore finger, and he lost his hardhat yesterday.
Your child?
No. My husband.
I try much harder to listen this time.
But then a fly lands on my desk.
Man is that thing loud!