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Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have to ask her twice, she was so nice and very sweet.
Hairy Larry all alone, made the women grimace and groan.
Very scary in his approach, girls would crush him like a roach.
Steady Betty, always ready with what ever it took.
Found a way to save the day, be it by hook or crook.
Stan the man does what he can no matter what it takes.
Always appalled by what has happened, then says for goodness sakes.
Gabby Abby giggles and talks with nary a concern.
I wonder if there'll ever be a time she'll ever learn.
Bob the slob wouldn't get a job, he did nothing all day.
He looked a mess, and yes I guess, there's nothing left to say.
Chatty Patty talked so much, she developed lock jaw.
You'd think that that would slow her down, but nah.
Dorky Doug had quite the mug, he looked a little askew.
When he'd greet you on the street, you didn't know what to do.
Nick the stick was very quick, always on the go.
He never walked, he always ran, the word slow, he didn't know.
Guilty Milty quite the guy. He never looked you in the eye.
If you caught him at his game, instead of shame, he'd rather die.
Ditzy Mitzy, not a clue, in her ear, you'd see clear through.
Sandy Sandy, on the beach, the young men she would beseech.
Their young minds she couldn't reach, but that's not what she tried to teach.
Loser Lenny always played, what it cost, he never weighed.
Didn't know when to walk away, should have left, but always stayed.
Pervy Peter made skin crawl, I'm guessing his was pretty small.
You felt like you'd catch a disease, even if he would just sneeze.
Surly Shirley, not too girly, and not very nice.
You can ask her once, a question, but don't ask her twice.
Bendy Wendy in the breeze, did everything down on her knees.
The young boys she'd always please, when they would leer up in the tree's.
Kent the gent, his kindness spent, decided it was time.
To let them know just what he meant, but still did it in rhyme.
Holy Holly, quite contrite, prayed sincerely every night.
Oh, good golly, how she yearned for things to be just right.
In the interest of keeping your interest, I think I'll stop it here.
Like Billy up in the first line, I think I'll have a beer. :)
Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes
So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the view of Brest, days it is the most beautiful city in the world, sometimes it is a city of big idiots,
There I park on a strike, with a cd of samba (the schools of the carnival) it makes me think that the Brazilians are crazy, so there is energy in this music,
And there it is magic, a fox passes five meters from my car motionless so and disappears on the beach, my adventure is just beginning
I move and drive to the Bendy, I stop, there a doe disappears before my eyes in a field (weak light, but I note the white tuft on the rear train)
I still walk a minute, to have clearer ideas, then drive to the village of Logonna Daoulas
There I am on the same field as the other day, samba music, deep down, a doe stands straight and fixes the car, it’s very beautiful,
Engine on I remain to look at her, she is not afraid, I lasted two minutes and I cracked, do not frighten the animals, I am still four hundred meters from the village,
I rush to the national, then decides as if by a magical intuition to make a detour through Irvillac, it’s not Chicago, friends, just a small Breton village,
and there better than the scene of fire of Atlanta in "gone with the wind", I see at about thirty meters, three deer with the tail leu leu, all three at the top of the field, in full contrast with the sky, on the horizon line, alas, I had not taken my camera, what regret (they continued their way, in single file (queue leu leu en français) on the crest of the field, really bright)
I left and a kilometer further between Irvillac and Daoulas, I see a fox jumping in a field, he was hunting visibly I stopped, he was afraid and just drove off as fast as an arrow, let’s say that all this put me in shape, I have the impression that with spring, nature takes over
Let us take care of this nature, let us no longer expand fields to infinity
Good Sunday the on earth my friends
Bendy old whales taste like snails doing a backflip. But swarms of over eighty nine peonies are closely followed by nine bulls, an elephant tribe, a beetle colony and a party of laughing butterflies. Whose aerial display party was angled to the left in the sky with a north easterly breeze catching the cute curtains and shifting the might of the beasts in airborne state. Like undulating flights of the uniquely formed umbrellas. With wingspans measuring over two thousand kilometers. And kilometres are neither kale nor kaleidoscopic kitchens. So watch out for the breeze block ballet which often entertains sand at high tide. But disposable barbecues can be used as a hang glider if sufficient cello tape is applied to fix the wings. And the throttle can only ever be made by a six foot horn of a walrus. Stifle no swamp who is attempting a speech. And speeches by swamps are very very important. They tell the people not to drop nail polish in bowls for the bowls can get upset and cry which then causes creaky creamy bowmen to sink apples and donut cakes with piercing shots. Such a playful pudding is playing pivotal ping pong in a very talented way. It really is quite acrobatic you see. And a maze on a plate can only ever be cleared with a salt shaker and a hooded pepper grinder whose antics in the woods please the woodpeckers who have a six hour break from peck peck peck to watch the scenes in bemused contemplations. So the little pretty whale is in a flowery dress today. Good. That will please Mr shark whose love of female forms could stem from a wild neolithic neem but not a norm. Really not. Chasing skirts round and around. Wow. Interesting isn't it? And a foregone conclusion is skin to a fox falling over a peanut while a crispy wafer laughs. Hahaha drooling drive deciphering dreams. Hahaha mist in a bath of gravy. Xxxxx tyrannosaurus training teacups. Xxxxx organizationally z z z z z z z at a left over left-handed angle of a righteous right-handed rigmarole rink. Z 46% plus 293 degrees is a delightful sunbathing pan of whipped cream. Z z z z
Form:
I feel enraged
Stuck in this cage
The Black dog beside me
The pushing down
My mask isn't working
I manage to frown
When I'm out on a social.
I afix the mask it's a front
Most think that everything is fine
If only they new I was towing the line
It's not good when you have to fake it
PTSD life is really s**t
It's dark its dank no one can see
Deep Inside what happening to me
The road to recovery is long and bendy
It's hard to laugh and be friendly
But as the equinox is round the corner
The time leaps forward
We get an hour longer
The sun beating down on your face
You feel your life is changing for better
Living of grid out of the rat race
Balance on the branch and write your letter
Positive thoughts and how far you have come
The anxious feelings beating around your body
Slowly descending the going down of the sun
Balancing the light you have to embody
This is the sanctuary that you deserve
A place of positivity and tranquility
Calm down those feelings and just observe
This is your place of stability
You can sustain real life
Feel your body experience the new light
Being strong being rid of you strife
Your disability does not stop you fight
Go forth to the valleys be one with nature
See the red kite flying high in the sky
Smell and feel the things on the glacier
It's not your time to say goodbye
Hear the ground crunching underfoot
The smell of smoke carried on the breeze
As you walk foot by foot
See the new Buds popping out for light
The earth has began its regeneration
The weather now is fine and bright
No more time for separation
Remain positive you will beat this curse
The beautiful countryside will give you help
I hope you will understand and converse
Talking to others is the beginning skelp
I know you just cannot see
But just read this verse for me
Your life will benefit greatly
It is a long journey from the dark cage
Sometimes you will feel rage
Take some advice and you will be seen
The journey is from black to green.
Love is the essence.
Your presence is flavor.
I'll savor you "Now and Later."
Your sweetness is one,
of many candies,
not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
I'm a "sucker" for you,
like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.
Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"
we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.
You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."
You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.
"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."
Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"
as true love's meant to be.
We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"
then we'll twist into "Kisses."
Doesn't that sound delicious?
I'll lick your "Necco,"
as you tickle my ears.
My "Snickers" are so hard,
I'm brought to tears.
I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"
while you tenderly rub my back.
"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.
You make relaxing easy,
like bendy "Laffy Taffy."
You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.
""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.
Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"
Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.
Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.
Call me your girl, or a playful tease.
You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."
When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.
You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."
We'd make great "Sugar Babies."
Maybe with lots of practice,
we might have "Twix."
We could name them "Mike & Ike,"
or something we both like.
You're such a "Big Hunk,"
and I love "Whoppers."
Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.
(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over
correctly.)
The other day while rummaging in a closet I was instantly overcome with joy
when I ran across our storage bins filled with our children’s once used toys.
Toys our children and grandchildren played with when they were young and new…
Toys that don’t grow up…like children and grandchildren do
A set of nesting cups for the bathtub, noise makers and little bouncing balls
plastic telephones where every child made imaginary calls.
Toys that at one time were their favorites…
toys they once adored.
Toys that served their purpose
but don’t get played with anymore.
A bunch of bendy action figures…which much to our elation
our children and grandchildren used…
to fuel their imaginations.
Those thick little baby books, a stuffed doggie, soft and brown
wooden blocks with painted letters they'd stack up…
then knock down.
As I picked up a plastic microphone and a bunch of different tiny cars
I thought how every toy inside these bins are part of who they are.
Because each of these toys was special once…
because each had their own heyday
there’s no way we could ever throw them out…
no way we'll ever give them away.
So they live in quiet comfort…
who knows…
we may live to see the day
when great great grandchildren come to visit…
who will no doubt want to play.
“Hey I remember playing with this when I was your age!”
We imagine their parents will say
and we’ll sit back and we'll smile
as we watch a new generation at play…
I imagine there are toys like these
in closets all across the USA…
quietly resting in bins of their own…
patiently awaiting that day.n…
patiently waiting for that day.
As it's the start of EDS Awareness month, this poem seemed appropriate to share
Ehlers-Danlos awareness - but what does it all mean?
A doctors diagnosis too often unseen
So many trips to the doc as the body grows older
A new pain in the back or when dislocate shoulder
Another misdiagnosis from health care pro's
Another new symptom to add to our woes
For doctors are taught when learning their courses
When they hear a hoof sound to diagnose horses
But zebras you see they do really exist
Yet rarely discovered despite such a long list
So more common ailments docs often detect
But as parents and teachers we must learn to protect
Those feeling their weakest with no help or support
As we all know our healthcare is already fraught
Doctors and teachers please look out for the signs
When kid tired and bendy read 'tween the lines
If you go to the dentist and injections don't numb
Or lean very lightly yet dislocate thumb
If knees bend backwards, thumbs and fingers too
Or if you eat with good health but frequent the loo
Palpitations dislocations
Brain fog and fatigue
Lead to miss - communications
In a whole other league
It may be that there is more to your pain than what should be 'normal'
Please do research and make it formal
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http://www.ehlers-danlos.org https://ehlers-danlos.com
'EDS awareness' by Victoria Payne
https://www.facebook.com/groups/Poemsbyvictoriapayne/
Distant sounds of the whippoorwill
I'm just kidding, I don't write stuff like that
I just wanted to tell you the story
About the man with the funny hats
You remember the mad hatter?
That Alice in Wonderland guy?
Well, he don't have nothing on him
He's even got a hat that makes him fly
His name was Josiah but we'll call him Joe
A man with so many hats
He had hats for every occasion
He even made one from stray cats
He had a hat that would glow in the dark
And one that would even talk
It fit so tight on top of his head
That it squeaked everytime he'd walk
He had a hat with drinks built in
You know, with those bendy straws?
He even had a hat with a telephone
He didn't wanna miss any calls
He had a hat for those special moments
Just, in case, he found romance
He even had a hat that would shake his leg
Whenever he went out to dance
He had a hat with a built in alarm clock
Cause he never wanted to be late
He even had a hat that he called his wife
Cause sometimes he just wanted to wait
You're probably thinking, "That sounds cool"
And "Where can I get one of my own?"
I can't tell you right now, there's too many listening,
So, I'll wait till we're all alone
Anyway, that's my story about the man and his hats
And you can believe every word I said
Next time, I'll tell you about the man with no hats
That's cause he didn't even have a head
Kare Adenegan
I love the city of Coventry ‘cos it’s disability friendly,
Since it houses Great Britain’s national disabled college,
As Hereward resides there with insight, policies bendy,
Towards its students who mainstream don’t admonish.
Kare who was only 15 at Rio comes from Coventry,
She schools at Bablake and has Cerebral Palsy true,
And, being excluded from the school sports gentry,
After the London Paras decided that sports she’d do.
So she joined one of the many wheelchair academies,
Which vibrate in Coventry and soon attended meets,
Where she could compete with national dungarees,
As a T34 sprinter to cheer the crowds off their seats.
Grand Prix final in London 2015, and she pushed hard,
Revolved those rubber tyres faster than ever she could,
And, unbelievably, she beat flat Hannah Crockroft bard,
To become the first in seven years to lower that hood.
Then in Doha 2015 IPC Worlds she steamed victorious,
When she won bronze in both the 400 and in the 800m,
And then in Rio 2016 she won one silver medal glorious,
Also two bronze, stealing the sprints for the UK by gaiters.
Indeed, both Hurricane Hannah and Kare Adenegan,
Come from Coventry because Hannah’s moved there
To study media at Coventry University. Respect began,
In the war recovery effort: for the disabled they’d care.
A ceramic plate is what you hold.
A mold so strong with an empty slate to carry the weight
All problems will engrave designs on the plate
As you hold a ceramic plate.
She carries a weak and flimsy paper plate
Fate relies on how much weight it can take
All problems cave that engrave with bends and folds
As she carries a weak and Flimsy plate
The ceramic plate is what you carry
A sanctuary in your hand does not last long
One drop of the plate is a crash that will create a rash
As your emotions are in pieces
picking up the remains you now have stains as you bled.
A ceramic plate is what you carried.
A paper plate is what she carries
Flimsy and bendy but forever lasting
One drop of the plate is only a tear that is only little wear
Emotions still in tack
And she can still place her snacks
Picking up the meal as she has no more to heal
A paper plate is what she does carry.
The paper plate stronger then a ceramic plate
One drop of what she carries has little damage
One drop of what you carried is broken
In the way the materials were handled
They surely were out spoken
We shaint judge the slate of each other plates
One seeming stronger is probably not
Not realising the other is a lot more than we think
It will cause commotion on our emotions if we judge the slate of each others plates