Long Dread disease Poems

This dread disease that has afflicted my home, 
This malady, this plague on my house;
This making convertible the former quaintness and provincialism thereof 
Into something wholly despicable and disgustingly homogeneous,
Yclept "cosmopolitanism," and "worldliness," and "globalization,"...

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(continued from PT 1)

There's not much we can do right here in Charlotte but to pray.
     But we know of one that's working on experimental chemo today. 
To help our precious...

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I've been doing my best, in a humble way to air of the
Future in my roundabout daze.?? I know some got dizzy!
Even ' came down with the block' dread disease of all
Litracists, which causes often...

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The light no longer sparkles in her once brilliant eyes
Listening carefully to hear her softly muttered cries

She hovers alone behind her closed bedroom door
Not yet ready to face what life still has in store

Once vibrant...

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I thought I'd been doing things right.
            I exercised and supposed the food I ate was mostly good.
Then something struck me; it became my...

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I don't, and probably won't 
know the truth of her fate,
I don't know whether she left us, 
but I do remember her well.
Tall, slim, quiet and shy, 
I remember her deep orange hair,
and an awkward...

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I thought one day that I would surely die,
But that was before Jesus, heard my despairing cry.
I knew that only He would have the answer,
For that dread disease we know as cancer.

I fell down at...

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She's fat and she's ugly and she smokes and she smells
	and she scares all the children on the street
Every child runs to hide when she screams, when she yells
	but a man down the block thinks...

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Three long years since my love has gone away
And I have settled into a life of lonely self-ease,
Seeing no regrets or sorrows I need to appease
Still sometimes I think I live in perpetual disarray.
If morning...

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In my morning’s misty madding slumber,
I rise to face the dreams of yesteryear.
Will today have better thoughts, I wonder.
My mind's a maze of agony and fear.

I live in shadows, daydreams of the past.
my body's aching...

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At the doctor’s office, I had to fill out forms,
Showing gory details—infirmities and norms.
They said, “Take a moment to furnish what we ask.
Just tell us your condition, and your family’s past.

Did your ancestors carry some...

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Peaceful presence surrounds nature
In the cool quiet morn
Wispy clouds fan brushed decorate
A canvas newly born

Orange marmalade sunlight glows
Through silhouetted pines
Casting lavender upon clouds
Making their glory shine

The constant hum of crickets bright
And roosters' noisy den
Gives a...

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Father....where were you when the Jews were gassed,
and countless slaves, whipped and slashed?

Father....where are you when the child-killers roam,
forever now from mother’s home

Father....where are you when your priests abuse the young,
in your house when matins...

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