Long Disability Poems
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It's funny how one might look down upon disability
And not regard it as an integral part of the society
Only for then to realize that in us still lies the ability
To cast a vote, and take part in changing the society
Cause a vote once casted takes its own cause
And a vote doesn't have a disability
So it counts and when it's cast it sets out a course
In the many numbers that would want accountability
Many times for the sake of image in politics
Disabled might get the limelight
And show people how they care about us in their tricks
To get votes but still our plight won't be given the light
We've seen how for just being differently abled
One is not seen as a worthy candidate
Instead told to wait it out, cause we labeled
Labeled as people who get in through nominations to date
Yet we can stand and chant out our slogans
And come up with better policies for us
But the same hierarchy of government organs
That claim to support our status, are still not working for us
And to date, we still facing discrimination
But we still keep voting for change
Voting in a better government for the good of the nation
So that one day, we as the persons with disability feel the change
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August 17 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 18-22
Key Verse – Jeremiah 18:19 Give heed to me, O LORD, and hearken to the voice of them that contend with me.
HEART THAT BEGS THE LORD TO HEED TO US
Our heart begs the Lord to heed to us in our confessed sinfulness
Through His goodness midst our selfishness
Toward fruitfulness upon service-eagerness
Truly prosperous for faith’s steadfastness.
Our heart begs the Lord to heed to us in our limitation
Through His grace midst our affliction
Toward conviction upon truth-instruction
Truly Bible-based for standard’s promotion.
Our heart begs the Lord to heed to us in our adversity
Through His guidance midst our disability
Toward progress upon soul-prosperity
Truly productive for eternity’s bounty.
Our heart begs the Lord to heed to us in our ignorance
Through His wisdom midst our foolish tolerance
Toward diligence upon holiness-endurance
Truly righteous for discipleship’s perseverance.
Our heart begs the Lord to heed to us in our discouragement
Through His compassion midst our discontentment
Toward fulfillment upon dedication-commitment
Truly meaningful for ministry settlement’s engagement.
Our heart begs the Lord to heed to us in our cowardice
Through His power midst our vain practice
Toward bravery upon soulwinning and discipleship-office
Truly valiant for righteousness’ advancement with divine notice.
Our heart begs the Lord to heed to us in our disobedience
Through His omniscience midst our hypocrisy of worthless expedience
Toward humility upon sincere confession-experience for clean conscience
Truly repentant for satisfaction’s patience.
August 17, 2026
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.
You're funny why you always have been impatient when it came to the simply pleasures of life fighting over phone time finally sending me all those cards birthday valentine days Christmas Easter or just thinking of you the cat putting his paws in the fish tanks finally your release leaving Liza and my ex at home while we drove fast down palm beach blvd with the top down you really thought that was paradise broken pink flamingos dolphins on the walls I'm really sorry about your big Mexican broad stabbing five persons your trying to get her time cut my god ciro I can't even be apart of that therefore leave me out of this I cared for ma you know come on man Mandy jay Townsend Johnson Henry both my abusive ex night crawlers literally fleas stuck on his back hoping I fund flea soap I won't I'm not I am blessed to be free of florida medicaid God has my back I no longer fear her criminal group hospital system breach hacking into thousands of ill persons lives getting their benefits removed hell Medicaid was the reason corruption was able to hack into my life resulting in a class action law suit files against florida medicaid for removing millions of disabled persons illegally my disability has nothing to do with medicaid thank god for morgan and morgan law firm sorry not sorry I hope you got your heart medication cancer treatment God bless you I cannot focus on those arson murders of nine it causes stress anxiety that has triggered severe asthma attacks interrupting my breathing im now trying to get my breathing stablized with oxygen nebulizer I am sure you could care less this is stressful being threatened everyday realized you maxed that traumatic brain injury structured settlement clearly by now you understand i can't support your enterprise corruption organized crime many blessings I am American
Verizon payment arrangement -
due november fifteenth two thousand nineteen
Yours truly long time
satisfactory Verizon customer
i.e. namely this monsieur
breathes easy, cuz within noggin
contentment doth whir
billing agent pleasant as
Mister Rogers neighbor.
Great relief pending bill
$148.80, she did defer
'pon my explaining
lack of adequate funds
I did forthrightly inform her
social security disability
electronically deposited door
ring first week of next month
and without dad dough of shout for sure
upon being told, I got no cell phone,
she (courteous billing representative)
waived attendant fee
reflexive generous extempore,
such simple random act of kindness
suffused within me to core
of central processing unit
circuits comprising fatherboard decor
rum lit up analogous to Christmas tree
generating sense and sensibility of euphoria
buoying spirits in severe contrast wherefore
once pawn time... couple nights backs,
I got attacked courtesy small escritoire
after losing balance attempting to stand
from crouched position immediately more
than less unsteadily, veritably, wobbly...
fell back felt desk corner explore
right side ribcage felt brunt edge bore
ring into body, yet
dressed to keep warm
blunt right angle wood frame did score
jabbing, nearly goring thru jacket
feeling searing pain shoot pour
sting as if struck with lightning
resigned to crawl crablike fore
word bracing lower body
while daggers of agony
did not lesson, I did implore
in vain sincerely your deplore
hubble basketcase - reed
no repeat performance nor encore!
Ah Such A Great Night...
To Fish In The Cyber Sea
Always does this generic guy abhor
inflicting pain and suffering,
hence I haint n'er fished before,
and even metaphorically
referencing piscine creatures
(strictly as prosaic analogy),
aye reel lee deplore
causing deliberate suffering vehemently
contradicts my credo,
dogma, ethos, et cetera
within and/or without, the
webbed, wide world
this *****sapien doth explore
and as an aspiring scrivener
(fraught with floor rid sweaty palms
even in the dead of winter
offer poems galore
already written alluding to the
unpleasant physiological hoar
rubble sensation of dripping
(nee sopping) wet hands,
a curse that follows me indoor
or out, thus no surprise,
an aversion to mingle,
no matter socialization even jure
re: duty with defendant
whereat, me complicit sharing
Matthew Scott Harris namesake
accused of outrageously unreasonable
po' wet tick rhyming scheme
(but nonguilty exemption status
decreed since accused ache'n to yours truly
receives social security disability)
would be a more welcome palliative
versus less wick
Kurd substitute then Cap' kanger
rue, and ameliorate self imposed
sole lit aery isolation and
on the flip (Wilson) side keeping
streets safe, cuz temptation
dust newt not lure
me into a life of crime) more
or less chuckling,
that profuse perspiration,
would be mon nor
matt heave, while
accomplices fall down
laughing in tears,
and thence the poor
seer suckers nabbed
(cautionary fruitless
canter berry tale), and
(whew) not sullying
only whetting my
steely slippery rapport.
Our God is bountiful because
of the numerous gifts
He bestows upon each of us.
Our journey of life is a gift that
comes with the opportunity
to learn, to experience and to feel.
Each Talent, each disability,
Each Triumph, each failure.
Each weakness and each strength
we possess is a unique gift
crafted to our exact specifications.
To love and be loved with
all of your heart and soul
by the one who fits perfectly
into your life and completes
you has been given to us.
He gave us his perfect image
from which we are made,
along with the opportunity
to attempt to become
as great as the Almighty, Himself.
We have the right to choose.
our free will never be
influenced by the Divine and
our light will be protected
from the darkness if we so choose.
Every moment from the beginning
of time until the end of existence
has been given to us,
to allow us a chance
to learn, grow and ascend.
Every need along our journey
is provided for, as long as
we have the faith to
believe it to be so.
We are given spiritual
guardians and guides
to help navigate us through
the minefield of the Earthly plane.
He gives us his unconditional,
Divinely pure love
and wholehearted
acceptance that we all desire.
Our God makes sure
each life upon this earth,
Each soul within the
Heavenly realms receives
the love and abundance
that we all Divinely deserve.
You ask me my reasonings
as to why I believe
that our God is bountiful.
I say to you,
Our God is bountiful because...
11/6/2020
to you
my life became a foregone conclusion
did you truly believe
that my failure was certain?
a pre-determined path I was meant to follow
Was I nothing more to you than a character
in a sad tale?
Did you truly know me?
that you could predict
what a challenged life
would mean for me
invisible
overlooked
and just as easily tossed away
You seemed to have won
as the light slowly darkened around me
I stumbled, I lost my way
my strength
to fight any longer
did I give up
or maybe
I was just given up on
when I lost my footing
and the limitations imposed
by this world thrust me to change
I heard you laugh
it was subtle, but the sound rang
with a relief of my failure
You thought I was deaf to your words
You thought that my diminishing sight
would blur me from seeing
just who you really were
you said I was damaged
cast me as a burden
It was then that you left me
alone
on my knees
on the ground
you never turned back
you seemed amused
to hear of the reports of my demise
as Twain said,
“They would
be greatly exaggerated”
although surely challenged
by those who were in love
with my relevance
but not with the fall
instead of your support
to hold up my strength
you denied me
and stretched my pain
across a circus stage
But I refuse
to be a footnote
I am the author
the one
who sets this pace
I am the protagonist
the hero
I am showered in divine grace
So think what you will
Just don’t try to judge
I have battled fierce demons
to get here
they now are on notice
to flee
at any mere sighting
of me
what you didn’t see
in my true depth
was resilience to rise
from any fire
and breakthrough any chains
my unshakable spirit
which you failed to see,
is unrelenting and alive,
and always determined to
flourish and survive
I’ve been disabled a long time.
Tides with trombone sounds.
Whisked around.
Whisking sounds, coming from an implosion.
Disability is not some catastrophe.
It’s just perforations everywhere but nothing is torn ever.
I’ve been a person for a long time.
And when you’re a person, you receive person hands, person feelings.
A few times over, the goop and grime got to me.
I think being disabled is ok, not horrible, like a boat, or a sea creature.
Disability is not some catastrophe, I said.
It’s just like walking on a super nova.
The creaks and splotches.
Make me wonder when.
Rob played semi-professional rugby,
From when he was 4 until the age of 21,
When he got a serious spinal cord injury,
Whilst playing that rough game spun.
As part of his rehabilitation sessions,
At Rookwood Hospital, exists in Cardiff,
He played table tennis for his arms,
Which he continued thereafter, his quiff.
That was from 2005, but by ’11’s Euros,
He qualified for London’s Games 2012,
The Paras of tremendous meme flows,
About disability sport, now off the shelf.
But he left lonely and without a medal,
Which made him determined, craving,
So he increased the work and the mile,
He sweat each day, a medal engraving.
He was World No. 6 in 2012, not good,
For him, so he worked on consistency,
And became the Euro Champ good,
In Italy with singles and team tenancy.
In 2015 at the Euros again, in Vejle,
In Denmark, he did the same thing -
Topped the charts with his angle,
In both events - it was plain sailing.
Then, the major victory came in Rio,
The crowd erupted wildly at his win,
Because the tension had been audible,
When he’d wrangled to win gold vin.