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For Angie
The hallways rotated over and around me, maybe it was that aged smell of antiseptic affecting my equilibrium...
Trying to keep my feet, bracing the wall of the room she was assigned with my hand to gain my balance, I was overcome with
hot vibrations
of past voices, shrieking, pleading, crying out for lost loved ones at the time of their greatest need...
unanswered
Slumping to a chair, I felt the weight of despair
Nothing, nobody
My will to live had been broken
Shaking myself, I knew I needed to be released from this
Possession of my soul, so I began praying...
'God, grant these souls entrance to Your Kingdom, reach out with Your Loving Grace to hold them and keep them in Your Love'
Free at last, the orderly asked if everything was alright, I said No...he said, I'm sorry, I need you to sign these papers for Insurance, we have a patient waiting for this room and Housekeeping needs to finish some tasks
Angie's heart had given up, but the cause of death was listed as covid
I just got up from my chair, set the forms down, and walked out, the orderly pleading behind Me "sir, sir, the papers!"
Housekeeping brushed hurriedly past me as I hit the elevator
Down button, entered and
Released at the lobby floor,
Stepping out to the fresh air,
I noticed a Ruby Throated Hummingbird alight on a trumpet flower nearbye, sip, then pause to acknowledge me and spun straight-up...
Heaven awaited
11/12/21
Beside midnight's minting bare branches
Dead fingered messages on bedroom pane scratches
Four awe struck teens oija board captured
Followed fast spelt results, from rock star sanctioned
Questions asserted by incredulous desires
Hoisted upturned glass drawn answers much admired
Grave lain idol caressed all the girls inquired
Decisive planchette slide surprised previous denyers
Eerie sequenced letters spelt Cobain's cause of death
Conduit confirmed it an accident, fans bereft
Of Kurt's cutting edge grunge, now Nirvana aroma left
Bygone, but through them, legend found breath
1st October 2020
For: 'Unexplained' Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
NB - Biological studies have demonstrated that the
phenomena of seemingly self driven planchettes
during seances is caused by the ideomotor effect,
a sub concious physical response. Ironically, the
less control participants think they have, the more
their subconscious controls what happens.
#This_burden
Heavy walls of endurance crumbles on me.
On my last kick of a dying horse.
I don't want to be a statistic,
for I too, from a woman I was carved,
Not immune to pain and hurt.
It's long overdue, being told to remain strong,
Who is gonna be strong for me?
When I have shed all the strength in me, to takers and back stabbers.
My barrels makes a deafening silence,
It too longly in here for me to pretend anymore.
Stare gazing around,
I'm byself,
I too wanna be heard,
wanna be helped,
wanna be unburdened.
Caving from inside out.
My daily mask tattooed with tears from inside, drained and dilapidated.
This world has taken way too everything of me.
I too wanna be aided
Wanna be comforted
Wanna be listened to
Wanna be someones confidante.
From outside, my daily smile makeup slowly reshaping, about to reveal my can't be hidden anymore scars, for the public to see.
This burden pulls me to pitch black state of no return.
Death pit, ease me off from this burden,
it has far too long burdened me.
This burden has taken,
and still taking daily.
Fear there be nothing left of me to show.
This burden, weigh too heavy for this tiny body of mine, to carry any further.
Carried it way too long.
See the scabs and scars on my shoulders,
Graven too deep into my soul
Wanna shout, words dries out of my mouth, dried by takers and public perceptions of me.
Wanna cry, voice shattered inside, too weak to sound
This burden, is heavy for me.
Way too heavy to endure any further,
Pleading on my knees, please come to my rescue, before this burden be scripted on my obituary as cause of death
#Poetic_Ink
With the death of my parents something changed inside,
Its a secret very deep that I’ve tried so hard to hide,
I keep busy working but admit I often have denied,
There’s not a day go by that I don’t think of suicide.
Then I look at my children and become filled with pride,
To see my son graduate, my daughter become a bride,
Would be part of life so important, it could not be denied.
And spending these milestones without me to preside,
Would make my family feel like a big part of them died.
So I keep the sleeping pills hidden and the act untried,
Averting the sad thoughts, putting a smile on the outside.
Breathe easy, this secret is not a true story, that’s the upside.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Shani Fassbender’s Contest
“Tell Me a Secret”
Placement: First place
** According to the World Health Organization someone around the globe commits suicide every 40 seconds. Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in 15-24 year olds. WHO website 2009
Rivulets of raindrops cut tributary streams
On the panes of the windows, running freely they cling
Stone faced and staring, motor skills corrode
Just snippets of memories in unbreakable code
Rumbles of thunder, sudden flashes of light
Draw no response to a once vibrant life
Surrounded by loved ones, faces without names
Words with no meanings are spoken in vain
Lost to a world of childlike innocence
Hopeless and alone with no pretense
All doors are closed, no forward or back
Now a question of time for this wretched attack
No need to hide tears for family and friends
Who suffer in sadness as cognizance ends
Such incomparable devastation and emotional drain
To watch someone you love, live so restrained
2015 statistics show 44 million worldwide suffer from Alzheimer's
1 in 9 Americans over 65- costing over 226 billion in the US alone
The 6th leading cause of death No cure!!
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
You were but a worm and then there was I, a beautiful pink rose growing wildly where there had once been no life
Long ago someone placed me here, someone planted the seed, for me to grow and become the sustenance that you would need
So that you could embed yourself into each and every part of me, places where I don’t even venture only craving for someone to seek
You needed such a soil that was for lack of better words well drained, one that had closed her blooms after enduring so much pain
And you, isn’t that exactly what you do? Crawl up inside of a flower and steal its vitality? It’s virtue?
You’re so slippery, just oozing with slime, you can’t stand your own carcass, your shell, so you choose to invade mine
See you thrive in the water there you can slink around, and what is a rose without rain drops falling from her petals to the ground?
See to the naked eye you can’t be seen, because you have cloaked yourself so well and burrowed your darkness inside of me
Please tell me how you know this rose that you invade is what you seek? You’re blinded and have no feel of touch, you can’t even think
But the one thing that you can do is breathe through your slimy skin, and smell the fragrance, the sweet pollen, that awakens you within
You are a healthy eater, oh my what an appetite, you could devour me at your leisure, in the matter of a night
You are nothing but a parasite, displeasing, just a waste, and you climb up inside of me begging for just a taste
This rose is standing here all alone and there is a reason for this, why others do not grow here and all is amiss
You are not the first to come around and sadly you will not be the last, I am but a beautiful rose that will never wilt you won’t stand a chance
I’m not willing to succumb to you, I won’t let you eat me up inside, others have tried before you and now their shells lie rotting by my side
You will not puncture the part of me, the part that I hold so close, I won’t let you into my den, the center of me that hides in the petaloid, the layers of my love within.
This internal conflict
Holding all my secrets inside
Is affecting the way I am externally seen
Reacting to unknown insecurities in secret
Because uneducated people
Stigmatize everything
I gotta hide all the parts of me
They deemed as socially unacceptable
To the standards of
An unaccepting society
But I'd be a misfit and
labeled psychotic
If I opened the door up
to all the parts of me
It's hiding
It's quite the dilemma
Inside of me I'm trying to write it on the wall
So it's obvious for others to see
Maybe outline opinions
That were once outside, with breath now inside me
Opinionated, alive
Death has fallen upon them
Due to judgment from everyone else about how I am supposed to be inside and
I guess I can mark down opinions as the cause of death
On the autopsy:
"Young woman detached from any attachment to this society".
Mama’s firm rod was never used on my back
That was because she had it only for a show.
This did not mean I could escape her smack,
when I would decide to show my tantrums.
But, I wish she had used that rod only once
for me to know what it gave, even I had cried.
At least I would not have acted like a dunce
to have stolen the rod for a weird trial.
On my little naughty neighbor’s head,
I hit with a decisive smash; red liquid oozed out.
I was happy when generously he bled,
knowing not I was his cause of death!
Years of rehabilitation, away from my Mama,
I never forgot my little neighbor and his blood.
I was made to realize and get out of this trauma
But wish I could return a son to his lonely parents.
I could not, so with my old Mama, I went far away.
I daily asked my neighbour’s soul for forgiveness.
"Give me courage to repair my mistake" I used to pray.
Thus, I took work in service to the helpless elderly.
With hope that one day I could do something
For my dead neighbour’s bereaved old parents.
Soon, came the day, and as of me they knew nothing,
I nursed them diligently, begging for God to forgive me!
Only 1st and 3rd line rhyme - aa/bb/cc/ee/ff/gg
3/07/16 for contest: My Biggest Mistake judged 8/07/16- NA
3/08/16 for contest I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada-2 by Broken Wings - Placed 6
Placed 5 for contest Lessons of life learned by Brenda Chiri-Caroll (10/02/17)
The man went for a mountain run.
Telling his fiancé of his plans.
A sundial slowly waltzed on by...
But the man never came back.
They called in search and rescue.
They spread out far into the wild.
Loved ones posted a picture of him.
Donning the future's angelic smile.
The hours speedily turned into days.
The days bleeding into endless weeks.
White weather swallowed the mountain.
The search dwindled to nothing.
They said they'd resume the search.
When the weather cleared.
It was an especially devilish season.
So, they never really did.
Talk turned from hope to closure.
Blue hearts folded tight in prayer.
Quickly turned into paper airplanes.
On a lost flight called pure despair.
In the spring, his remains were found.
On the banks of a silver whisper.
The cause of death was undetermined.
I believe it was mostly due to living.
A memorial blossomed at the trailhead.
Some woven from his personal effects.
Things that had great meaning in his life
but were quite meaningless to death.
Curator:
Pit cut into slope.
Many shallow sites.
No coffin stain; quick burial.
Fill consistent with disturbed soil and stone.
Skeleton:
I carried in my life a spear,
I died right here upon this rise.
No coffin came, no time for fear,
just stone and soil to close my eyes.
Curator:
Body laid on left side.
Orientation east;
possible ritual significance.
Adult male. Robust skeletal build.
Skeleton:
Some careful, unknown gentle hand
once laid my left side to the earth.
They faced me east, so I might stand,
a robust man of solid girth.
Curator:
Dentition worn flat.
Enamel loss.
Grain diet likely.
No luxury markers.
Skeleton:
The field gave grain, the hearth gave fire,
I ground the wheat with stone on clay.
No meat, no salt, no rare desire.
just bread to eat each day.
Curator:
Ribs compressed.
Minor displacement.
Consistent with settling or trauma.
Skeleton:
Soil settled slow upon my chest,
and left my ribs a shifting weight.
I could not fight, I could not rest,
as time bore down and would not wait.
Curator:
Skull fractured at temple.
Blunt force trauma.
No penetrating wound.
Fall after impact is possible.
Skeleton:
The stone, the steel, the sudden night.
I saw the flash; I felt the blow.
It dealt me death in broken light.
I lost the fight a long time ago.
Curator:
No grave goods.
Secondary disturbance likely.
Burial appears reopened.
Skeleton:
Again there came a hand and spade,
and took what lay upon my skin.
And what they took, they meant to trade,
My body now bones so thin.
Curator:
Adult male; warrior-associated.
Probable cause of death.
Context associated with conflict.
Skeleton:
Do not name me by wound alone,
nor by the silence of this ground.
I was flesh before I was bone,
and once my voice was clear and sound.