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I look into the mirror
And who is that I see?
Someone I don't recognise
Is looking back at me
The lines upon the forehead
That are called ‘worry lines'
Are caused by getting stressed
Far too many times
A line next to the right eyebrow
It’s the liver that's to blame
Due to excess alcohol
Or so the doctors claim
The line next to the left eyebrow
Is connected to the spleen
So much for thinking the body
Is like a finely-tuned machine
At the corner of both eyes
Are very deep crow’s feet
These are connected to all organs
As they admit defeat
We used to call them ‘smile lines'
But not much smiling has been done
When you have ill-health
Life is not much fun
Black bags under the eyes
Are signalling poor circulation
Or maybe just a lack of sleep
Nightmares without an explanation
The pancreas could be at fault
If there are ‘laughter lines'
But they could just be caused
By laughing numerous times
Lines above the upper lip
They could be caused by smoking
But they also indicate spleen trouble
Those lines are thought-provoking
Lines upon the neck
Otherwise known as a ‘double-chin’
Can be caused by too much gluten
Putting a thyroid in the spin
In the mirrors reflection
There are so many lines to see
Then I realise the person in the mirror
Yes, it’s me!
Mother had throat cancer
Food pipe blocked, could not swallow
She would struggle with a bowl of food and tears in eyes
Desperately try to eat
Unsuccessful, would drink water or milk
She became very weak
One day friend told her
"Why don't you put a pipe in food pipe?
Then, you can eat. I know someone who has done it"
On the day of operation, I vividly remember
I was getting ready for school, she was combing my hair
I told her "Plait is very loose."
"I lack strength" she replied
I didn't say anything, I understood
Prayed her suffering would end.
That was the last conversation I had with her
She died during operation.
Although I cried inconsolably
deep within I was happy for her
Her suffering had finally ended.
We never had a maid or domestic help
Despite ill health, she did everything on her own
Still, when she died, many maids and poor around cried
She had touched their life in positive way
13.06.2021
For A Tender Moment From Childhood, Malabika Ray Choudhury
Oh, give me a home where everyone is free to roam,
sharing hugs and kisses with family and friends
Where there's nothing to fear 'neath the capitol dome
And my combatant countrymen have made amends
I want incivility to stop, ending the bitter hostility
Brother vs brother, hating each other with animosity
It's a misnomer to call ourselves "The United States"
when any topic discussed turns into chaotic debates
I desire a state of well-being; a country free of ill-health
Life is more important, compared to any material wealth
When did belligerence become accepted by so many?
What happened to smiles we wore? I no longer see any
If it were possible, I would paint everyone in a sepia hue
No blacks or whites; color would no longer have value
Medicine would not come with side effects that could kill
America would be great again because of man's goodwill
Freedom would belong to each man, woman, and child
We would respect nature and protect animals in the wild
Americans would live together in harmony; honor bound
Proud of our homeland, and once again world renowned
I long to see the U. S. have representatives who care
about our beautiful country, and keep oaths they swear
I want Old Glory to fly high, not used in domestic battle
dishonored by rioters, stampeding like a herd of cattle
Arguing over who's at fault has only brought us shame
What good are words and fingers pointing out the blame
I'm ready to move on and it's my hope that you are, too
Americans, remember what John Kennedy asked of you
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March 9, 2021
What You Really Want Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
When going out it frightens me
I can feel the tension, as it builds
It's clash of the titans, the anxiety
It feels like it's war of the worlds
Finding it hard to breathe, loss of air
Eye sight blury, everything turns black
Wanting to leave get on out of there
Again I'm having another panic attack
When my mouth is dry, my lips I lick
That feeling again, I'm going to collapse
Ill health a situasion where I feel so sick
Again like this feels like another rellapse
Closterphobia, not just indoors but outside
All these diffrent faces, gets me anyoned
I then want to find a place I can run and hide
Being in open spaces makes me paroniod
Parts of this were taken from an old poem idea I rewrote and scaped so many times
called misshaps felt this better as descibes tha event but how I do get at times even now
but again like others up dating put into better context OPEN SPACES
WRITTEN BY MY SELF DAVIDSCOTT FEB MARCH 2013 ,,,,,,,,,,inspierd by past present situations
and friends family at those times
PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME IF THIS TO LONG I FEEL IS BUT ALSO WANTED TO GIVE A LITTLE INSIGHT TO
TME AND SPACE ETC WITHOUT REPEATING MY SELF???
NOTE JUST TWEEKED A LITTLE BIT LIKE OTHERS EXPLAINING THE THEN AND NOW
HAPPY DAYS
Ambition going to be fulfilled.
Expectation always high
Present moments are thrilled
Happy days are flying by.
No worries to disturb.
Intense love touches soul
Success seems superb
Happy days smoothly roll.
Prosperity stands by
Ill health not by chance
Sorrow bids Good Bye.
Happy days sure to dance.
06/29/17
happy Days Contest by Nayda Ivette Negron
If you had a choice to change the world
Do you know where you would start?
Could you do enough to make a difference
Without everything falling apart?
The environment, global warming and rising crime rates
These issues would be on my list
Terrorism, poverty and cures for disease
They'd be first I would insist
Our children are our future
But what future will there be
The next generation needs to have hope
World change now is up to you and me
Things can't be left how they are now
The populations' slowly being destroyed
Either killing one another or dying of ill health
Both of which we could avoid
But in order to continue our existence on earth
Our planet we must now nurture
Without people and place to live
Our world will have no future
10 April 2016
Nine years he served his country
Then nursed in Mental Health
None of his professions being
Much good for his wealth.
Physical ill health
Brought work to an end
Very little hope that
His condition would ever mend.
I watched him cry today
Face covered in tears,
Drawn expression of anxiety
As he tried to explain his fears.
Fit for work they’d said
In the job centre up town,
Gave him a job advisor
And cut his payments down.
Degenerative spinal disorder
So at times he can scarcely walk,
You can hear the pain in his voice
Every time he starts to talk.
Nowadays there’s more often
The silence of despair,
He’s losing all hope
Starting not to care.
Once again the food parcels
Hoping for more success
As we repeat the facts for
Yet another appeals process.
We don’t always win
But we never stop trying"
Driven on by the sight
Of a grown man crying.
I watched him cry today,
Listened while he spoke
Shared the black humour
Of a typical squaddie joke.
Arranged to see him next week
Putting faith in my hope
I don’t arrive to find him
Hanging from a rope.
One may think what a boon it is to be immortal
Defeating death may at first seem the greatest victory
When ill health plagues, striving for a cure, seems pivotal
No doubt, longevity of life in many eyes is savoury
When time no more becomes a severe constraint,
What all wonderful things one can do and plan
With colors many, the canvas of the sky, he can paint
What all chances will unfold within his limitless time span
Through the years, one can garner knowledge and wisdom
Read books at will and focus on anything one likes to do
Needn’t hurry, linger on in places one wishes to be with freedom
Before him unfolds endless chances and pleasures to woo
The immortal will be much ahead of others in thoughts and deeds
But even among dear ones and neighbors, won’t he feel isolated?
Can anyone understand what he really needs?
There could be chances of him, being seen as antiquated
How painful, it is to watch dear ones falling dead one by one
Won’t he feel crest fallen when he can’t mix with men of his age?
An endless life on this strife ridden world, most of us would shun
I am sure one who is immortal may feel perpetually shut in a cage
Time without halting, drags him on and on to eternity
Months and years will hang on him like crushing weight
Sure he will be treated like an existential absurdity
How miserable life would be for one without an expiry date
In the eternal flux of life, I don’t want to be ever on the move
Being pushed in and out of time will be a terrible bore.
It would be like a rolling stone knocked off by every passing wave
Death may scare me, but immortality scares me even more!
Placed Second
April.24.2022
If I Were Immortal Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Thank you colleague, who never knew how much they made me blush.
Thank you teacher, who I asked too many questions to just so I could see their face close-up.
Dear cinema attendant, who kindly showed me to my seat in the dark.
Dear mechanic, who explained clearly and calmly, offering solutions affordable.
Dear friend, who I took for granted but now reach out to from behind a screen, a safe apology.
Dear brother, who has expanded our family with those three beautiful children.
Thank you cashier, with the eye-catching tie; Dear artist, who taught me how not to lie.
Dear barista, who dusts chocolate into a heart; Thank you trainer, for getting my running feet to start.
Thank you bad date, who made me stand up for myself; Dear doctor, who sought a cure for my ill-health.
Thank you television star, whose eyes make my cheeks go red; Dear singer, who first took me to bed.
Thank you father, who taught me kindness and laughter, showed me compassionate and support.
Thank you past lover, who cradled my head in the nook of their shoulder.
Thank you to you, the person I am yet to meet and still to love.
I’ve seen wretched souls
fall poorer by stealth
I’ve seen frail old people
endure pain as they knelt
Climbing mountains barefoot
pilgrimages never stop
A penance for being born
light your candle at the top
I’ve seen false prophets
adorn halls with great wealth
I’ve seen saints being evoked
promising to cure ill health
Down beside the grotto
past where wheelchairs roll
Believers lie prostrate
whilst souvenirs are sold
They beg for miracles
hoping prayers will be felt
Some have their spirits raised
gods name becomes misspelt
Selective interpretations
scriptures bent to suit man
Dogmatic, stern beliefs
hushed silence, vetoes, bans
under forced indoctrination
this mind started to melt
Brainwashed in a classroom
with the strap of a belt
Now feel worthy of nothing
and deserving of it all
I still must climb mountains
but try avoid the brick walls
By David Kavanagh