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I did not sleep that night,
the motel room was already taking on
the chill ambience, smell, and sounds
of an intensive care unit,
weary eyelids
sensed the tubes and restraints
already binding me.
Latex-gloved fears
kept me on a weary high wire.
Occasionally there’s distant laughter
in a corridor where people are carefree,
I pretend to laugh along
but my voice croaks and trembles
fearing the passing of time
taken to hear anything
and to respond to it.
I did not plan on Cincinnati
I know I mean nothing to Cincinnati,
Cincinnati has no memory of me yet,
and If I die in its University Hospital
I will still be a hole within a hole
of a book never read.
During the 4 a.m. G.P.S drive
it rained a soft black rain.
My headlights plowed into time-left.
Behind me in the motel room,
I am still packing and unpacking
while somnambulant eyes
look away and try not to see
the looming Hospital entrance;
retreating before the dawn.
At this hour
The entrance is a dim electric tube
that withers, and reflates
like a dissected promise.
My brother died so suddenly, unexpectedly
at sixty six, a young age in today’s standard.
He contracted the Corona virus that took his life.
Unable to breathe, he was taken to emergency
on Christmas Eve and was admitted to stay.
With all the available care administered,
he still struggled with his breathing and
was transferred to Intensive Care Unit,
intubated and was put on the ventilator.
With his weak body, he struggled more
and lost his dear life in mid-January.
Now, I knew and learned through his family,
how much stress he was dealing with,
how he painfully and continuously struggled
with all the family issues, concerns, hardships.
How he was singularly tackling all these
adversities, problems, difficulties, aside from
his health conditions of asthma, diabetes,
high blood pressure and so on and on.
The financial, mental, emotional tolls
and medical conditions he went through
affected him more physically, manifesting
in tremendous muscle aches and pains,
making him struggle more almost every day.
Just thinking even in near death
or up to the end of his life, he struggled.
Now, he rests in peace, no more life struggles.
His life struggles taken from him, for him to rest.
3/8/21 Life's Struggles Any Form - Updated Poetry
Constance La France
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I did not sleep that night,
the hotel room was already taking on
the chill ambience, smell, and sounds
of an intensive care unit.
Occasional distant laughter
in a corridor where people are carefree,
I pretend to laugh along
but thoughts croak and tremble.
I mean nothing to Cincinnati,
the city has no memory of me yet,
and If I die in its University Hospital
I will still be a hole within a hole
of a book never read.
During the 4 a.m. G.P.S drive
it rained a soft black rain
as headlights plowed into
the unknown.
Back in the hotel room,
I am still packing and unpacking
while somnambulant eyes
try not to see the looming Hospital entrance
emerging from a gray faced dawn.
The entrance is an electric mouth
that withers. puckers and reflates.
Beyond sliding doors, the day blanches white.
Oh, dear; cheer-up, see this intensive care unit-gear
Bare now its rare health-giving share
As I dare God to grant my Dad His reviving welfare!
Diligent nurses, marked with services graciously excellent:
Thanks for your gentle consoling nurture
Coupled by your affable comforting gesture!
Midst well-being blows along hospital bill woes
The Lord's grace* flows upon life's race of sorrow's trace
While Dad's restoration glows by the Omnipotent faith-brace!
*Romans 16:20 And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.
December 29, 2018
The radio played the day you waltz into this world and an orchestra played love songs in my heart every minute of every day I was with you. The days equated to notes in the greatest song ever written.
The years chorus’s to be repeated as often as possible. Your name tripped off my lips in very conversation regardless of the subject. This is what it feels like when someone as played with your soul. Every song must end even love songs , strings fading into the distance or the words of a doctor on an intensive care unit . But all end.
Like an oyster pearl
One jewel in an ocean
a priceless treasure
28/08/2019 comp entry
Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
my wrists and they turn scarlet.
My mother and father walks through the door,
my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
spits and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side
and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me
Christmas days with loved ones, surely blissful
Carol hymns reign, awesomely delightful
Merry tunes of “O Come, All Ye faithful”
With “Joy to the World,” very beautiful.
Resonating loud is orchestra’s praise
“Our dear Saviour’s birth” of glad tidings’ grace
Bringing peace midst God’s compassion embrace
“Upon the midnight clear,” bright with hope’s rays.
Choir belts out “Hark, the herald angels sing”
Exultant, “The first Noel” expressing
While jubilant to share gracious blessing
“Glory to God* in the highest” stressing.
Can I forget Christmas 2018?
There in ICU**, on God I did lean
Grateful, "Fall on your knees," I sang ... serene
Dad wondrously smiled; oh, lovely; yet remarkable scene.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
**Dad was in the Intensive Care Unit from December 22, 2018 until he went home to heaven to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
December 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 8..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/24/2019.
Everyday, with all my heart, I thank God* jubilantly…
for His uncountable endowments:
breath of life---
especially the enjoyment of free oxygen
verily costly in the infirmary’s intensive care unit;
strength to accomplish goals---
despite challenges hurdled
against toils’ stress and burn-out’s afflictions;
reaching-out and serving sessions---
for relationship-building and bonding intimacy
sharing blessings, spreading love: truly fulfilling;
faith-increase along spiritual empowerment---
midst divine fellowships with my soul Lover
there on the altar of devotional serenity;
wondrous relaxation---
restive against pressures so torturous
gracious respite as short breaks;
poem writing moments---
creative prowess at work
of marvelous bliss only my Master can grant.
*2Timothy 1:3 I thank God, whom I serve…
May 7, 2019
Edited on May 1, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND no 750,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/12/2020.
Socked and winded unconscious checking account...
(alternatively named last poetic endeavor for 2019
issuing out cerebral petrified complex edifice fount
wobbling as hood winking ornament mount).
Speedily rushed to intensive care unit
courtesy Brinks armored truck
Citizens Bank emergency crew
monied staff got no luck
after electronic wires connected
vital signs needle painfully stuck
showed absolute zero change
according to Huck
Finn - whose hushed tones
only audible and
understandable to famed,
feted, and fistbumped woodchuck
Punxsutawney Phil, his
off season gig include sporting
as security detail retired formerly
legendary ice hockey player
pearly whites doubled as stick
indestructible teeth hard
as steel no matter
smacked hard with puck.
Aforementioned metaphorical
add verse city
totally (tubular) ludicrous ditty
predicated upon itty bitty
financial resources faintly analogous to
meek and bumbling man
named Walter Mitty
me haint one to wallow and seek pity
only trying to buck up spirits
(think) lamely trying tubby witty.
Dirt poor penniless Joe Schmoe
more times than not finds
himself steeped within financial woe
linkedin to 2009 Hyundai Sonata toe
tilly, regularly, predictably... status quo,
one major malfunction after another no
way could adequate funds
be scraped together for I know
newer pre owned vehicle
would be dogsend,
versus panhandling hobo,
who scratches out lame poetry ergo
not long past me prime,
still able, eager, ready and
willing to secure a bow,
and make an arrow escape,
perhaps within eco
friendly intentional community,
where resources shared
among pseudo family
rather than scrimp and scrape
alone along boulevard
of broken dreams
loathing begging for alms
as arms loosely drape
analogous to overripe grape
cluster hanging toward the ground.
God reigns in my snow globe memories
With His grace warming chilly December
Reverberating Earth's peace* as He's planned
Sounding triumphant joy of no slumber
Midst sparkling reunion's glowing ember
While each clan member gives special number.
There in my "winterless" territory
Saviour grants gifts always with blessed delight
Supplying needs by His bounty's glory
Gladly shared with generosity's light
Intensifying Christmas giving's height
To prevail in all seasons of love's might.
Words of cheer are heard in my land of hope
Along the Tropics devoid of snow
Where cold weather marks moments for care-cope
When well-being goes to its downward flow
And hospital-admission brings sorrow
With debilitating status-arrow.
In my Dad's intensive care unit nook
The Lord visits my globe's health-brook.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Original Title: Winter Wonder Dream Land
December 24, 2018
1st place, "CONTEST NO 550..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/31/2019.