Long Breast cancer Poems

THREATENING CALLS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND HIS MISTRESS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS IN TAMPA I REPORTED THIS MADNESS TO THE FBI I HAD NO IDEA HOW FAR THIS WOULD GO MANIPULATION FEAR TO...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky...

Despite being a nineteen year old bride
she wed Boyce Brandon Harris
half a decade her senior,
(where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes)
during the month of June 1955, 
not quite half...

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VETERANS CRISIS CHATLINE 2013 SAVED MY BEAUTIFUL LIFE DAY IN AND DAY OUT I LIVED WITH RETIRED SENIOR MASTER SGT HENRY WILLIAMS JUST OUTSIDE MACDILL AIRFORCE BASE HE WAS A CONSTANT COMPASSION FOR ME 2013...

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Around five years ago, I was hit with the news I had breast cancer. I kept waiting for news of this and that, and everytime I turned around, I would get more negative news. First,...

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Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005

untimely death sentence ordained 
approximately six months prior 
to mother dearest celebrating 
her seventieth birthday,
though the last three years of her life
impacted courtesy hysterectomy
to remove...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 
1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday
of dear ole mom, who succumbed, 
lost lease on life
nearly...

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Iolanda I am named after Yolanda 
Princess Savoy Italian princess
my patron saint the only saint 
of two countries Poland and Hungary 
When italian princesses were being 
banned from Italian soil my brown my 
great grandfather...

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my presence was needed
the announcement echoed thru hospital halls
which meant the medical team assembled
but that kind of expertise
was not why i was called
my lot in this equation, a signature
i was in another room in a...

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I used to receive regular phone calls so gladly from her
I could feel all her excitements and when she’s so eager
Telling me about her and how bright the sun in her day
And all her surprises...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives...

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In A Suburban Paradise

I was to spend hours on my bed 
writing short stories in 1967;
with my left leg dangling over the left side, 
I sat on the right leg,
like I was some nosy bird...

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Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

Test teasing prophylactics embarrassing
purchase never made at local drugstore
unsurprisingly, obviously, invariably...
birth control taboo subject, best to ignore
subsequently intercourse...

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There are only 2 possible outcomes when it comes to what happens to you, your consciousness, at death: either you become extinct, 'nothing', or your self continues as a sentient consciousness, one which existed before...

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Youthful temptress, aging oracle,
Nymph-like debacle, Gorgon spectacle,
Retreat from retribution’s precipice,
And a transient victory wrought by avarice,
To listen to a parable
Devoid of the empirical.

Several centuries ago in the land of the Saracen,
You were born to a...

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I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been...

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CANCER

I was ten when you invaded our family, when my sixty year old grandfather
died with lung cancer and at that time I never really understood it; but knew
it was a deadly disease for two women...

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I just made it in time for Mary's funeral, it had been raining
heavily all day but the sun came out through the clouds.
And as I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground,
I was filled...

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Inter connected already my friend
Submitting to peer pressure and 
Responding to the Fathers Sins, who
Followed the rules and lived and died
As all the others had before

Watching children today, breathing our
Polluted atmosphere, chernoble, coal
And oil, gas...

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"everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucious
 

all she could see were her scars-
painted perfectly upon her chest like
a reverie flowing to her sadness
 
scars are proof of pain and pain is
proof...

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Most folks I loved
died when I was in my thirties.
Not just people,
but our San Francisco bohemian mecca lifestyle,
our 365 days and nights celebration
turned into an epidemic of waiting
and watching
and mourning our losses,
wondering about possibilities of...

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Stella, you are my sister and my friend, a woman so strong.
You’re friendly, funny and with soul, you sing a song.
A beautiful woman, great mom and loving grandmother;
for my sister, I wouldn’t want any other.
I...

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breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance...

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"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucious
 

All she could see were her scars. 
Painted perfectly upon her chest like
a river flowing to her sadness.
Scars are proof of pain and pain is
proof of...

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I do not know if I truly have ever been granted
divine intervention, but most likely I received it
after my surgery for breast cancer when a biopsy was done
to determine if I was “genetic” for my...

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I was the last of ten children in my family

Nine lovely girls and li'l ole me

Spoiled you may rightly assume

WRONG!

I was the sweetest well mannered offspring

That a parent could ever wish for

Even to the point...

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