Long Lifecare Poems
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To parents,
and other adults of voting age,
in significant responsible relationships
plagued by political abuse
and economic neglect.
We could invest less time and resources trying to discover
if harm came to us,
and those for whom we feel responsible,
because of an impoverished economy
or polarized segregation.
If you're asking,
the answer is yes.
Economic waste on defending
what cannot be responsibly conserved
is the merely logical conclusion
of our way too much LeftBrain-RightWing dominant
dissociation.
Abuse, neglect, marginalization, monoculturalism
elitism, nationalism, chauvinism, evangelicalism, zealotry,
aggressive hostility, assertive apathy, religiosity
of any egocentric and anthropocentric
might-is-right defensive type
Between always right v always wrong identities,
personal and/or geopolitical and/or disinvested economic
neglect of polyculturally positive climate health
Neuro-sexsensory systemic
and ecosystemic
neglect of healthcare responsibility
and lifecare opportunities
to co-empathically liberate dissociative polarization
feeds and breeds
more impoverishing LeftBrain-RightWing
disassociating trauma,
chronic stress,
paranoid
anxious
caste-preservation.
A compassionate
and more pleasant
way of curing in-house v out-house neglect
is to stop competing to disinvest
away from democracy's richer
and healthier potential
Multi-enculturing
as if All Organic Life Matters
were your domestic, everyday
Political/Economic Business As Win/Win Cooperatively Usual.
Those neglected and abused,
whether individual people
or individual nations,
are neglected
by monoculturing anti-social
LeftBrain-RightWing dissociative polarization
Untouched up by neurosystemic
and ecosystemic
Win/Win democratic
mind/body healthcare opportunity.
persecution is starting to grow
from coast to coast
persecution even comes from those
you care about the most
husbands wives sisters and brothers too
can sometimes even persecute you
persecution is dished out to us
like food on a plate
but we can call on the Lord it's never too late
take to the cross all your troubles
your burdens and your pain
for he will restore you and make you whole again
he will refresh you and make you anew
he will be with you no matter what you
have to go through
persecution is something we may not always understand
but there is comfort knowing
God is always with us
holding us in the palm of his hand
if your'e feeling persecuted or it feels like something is trying to make you fall
just hand it over to the Lord
for he's the one who will take care of it all.
2 Thessalonians 2: 3-12
We thank you Lord
that when persecution comes our way
you help us and strengthen us
in every single way
there is no problem to big or too small
whateevr our situation you help us face them all,
thank you for you Love
thank you that you care
thank you that your'e always there Amen.
I lift my eyes up to the mountain where does my help come from?
my help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. psalm 121 : 1-2
Yet another funeral
Another old friend gone,
Not many of us left now
As time grinds on and on.
This was goodbye Big Tony
Of the last five years of
My indisciplined wild life
Before I was rescued by
Marriage and a loving wife.
Days of weekend long parties
Starting Friday nights in the pub
With just snatched hours of sleep
Until a Monday morning cold scrub
To freshen the face, and on to work
To somehow endure the day
Boosted by strong hot coffee
To help it on its way.
Then our lives parted as he
Assumed his new way of life
Travelling the wide world
Absentee husband, lonely wife
While I travelled locally
Away for weeks on end
And so I saw less and less
Of my good living friend.
Over the years we would meet
Nearly always by pure chance
Friends still but parted by
Life’s changing circumstance.
Eventually I heard
Just end of lifecare
And all too suddenly
He was no longer there.
Today it was fitting to stand
To remember at his life’s end
To think of him for a while and
Say goodbye to my old friend.
Cheers Big Tony
A birthday isn’t just a day I was born in
It is the celebration and ecstasy for staying alive another year
Of all the birthdays
I came to look at today as a forgotten recall
Of all the birthdays
I disliked this one
And reviewed my life
Since the start
And regretted the things I wanted to do
And delayed them
But I was willing to do them
With compassion and enthusiasm as ever
But, my parents and specially my dad
Never keeps his word
And that with an disregardful trait
Maybe he has gotten old
Maybe he is starting to pay less attention
And care less to examine thoughts
Maybe, but I wished and wanted and desired
He was younger, so that he could live longer
Because we came afterwards
He has already given all the care and love to the previous kids
Who are now adults and can depend on themselves
How it pleases and sets me happy
When he at least plays with us
That’s what I want
A real dad
Who smiles and speaks appropriate jokes
Who encourages me to follow my dreams
And not let them sink with the days
Who helps me develop my talents
Who really and really understand me
And my feelings
Who can love me and show it
Who can promise me and stick to his promise
No matter what
That’s what I want
Is that too much to ask?
I want dad and mom
To play with me football
And basketball
And many other games
I want to share qualities and moments
With them
But can they at least speak to me
Without making a joke out of my words?
That’s what I want
And I don’t want to blow the 100 lit candles on my birthday
I want to live and experience things I never saw
I want to do stuff I never thought of doing
Play instruments and strengthen talents
Achieve things I never dreamt of achieving
Scoring goals, walking extended paths
So that when I’m about to die
I die with satisfaction to say
I lived a life
Who am I, a good question and one I frequently ask,
Since retiring, I feel like I have removed a mask,
Born in the 1950’s, a babyboomer I guess is what I am,
For the first few years, I was my parent’s “poor wee lamb”
At the age of fifteen years I had a major surgery,
I then decided that it was a nurse I truly wanted to be,
As an Infection Control nurse for over 37 years,
This brought me many rewards and just as many tears.
I met my husband in a course while working on Resusi-anne,
He was a Paramedic, good looking, tall and tan.
I’m loud and talkative while he was shy and quiet,
He ate everything and stayed thin while I could use a diet.
Together we’ve worked in medicine throughout our married life,
The constant conflicting shift work often added a little strife,
But I’ve been a faithful wife for more than 28 years,
Having two children that look like us, just check the mirrors.
I like to think I’m funny and can tell a pretty good joke,
I enjoy the occasional alcoholic drink but I no longer smoke.
I went back to university to get my degree when I was forty,
Now I walk 3 miles each day, I’ve really become quite sporty
I no longer lecture across Canada and the United States,
Instead I spend my time with those entering the pearly gates,
I am no longer an active nurse only a palliative care volunteer,
Providing loving care to those people that I find so dear.
So in summary I think my life is probably considered quit boring,
I like to travel, sing and swim and I do a lot of snoring,
I am no longer a daughter, but I am still a mother and a wife,
And sometimes I try to be a poet, that’s me, that’s my perfect life!
Written July 20, 2011
For “Getting To Know You” contest
Won 6th Place
Yes, He takes care of you all the time
As I know He takes cares of me too,
It matters to Him when you're feeling blue,
And He's with you and me all day through
He takes care of all your needs,
Sometimes you may think that's not true,
But let me tell you that the truth here you read,
And He wants to make everything for you good too
He wants you to meet Him all the way,
He'll be right there, next to you,
You just have to call His name anytime,
Don't hesitate to call Him no matter what you do
Pray and He'll be there for you all the way through,
Because He loves you and He cares so much for you and me!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005-2009
March,12,2009
Living in a world where all you are is a number
They don’t care for another
All you are is a number
They don’t care about your hunger
Coz all you are is a number
So your time is numbered
Work so hard to make your numbers then they strip ¼ before you see it
Living as a number is testing £165 every 2weeks how am I really going to live on that but
I'm just another number.
Living in a endz where 3/5 have to do a little wrong to live respectable so 4/5 could be
sentence to prison time
Live in a world where we cut off are 9s because we’re blind
Living in a world where 1 person wouldn’t divide 4/4 in to ¼ to help 2 people
Living in a world of numbers but like the lotto I’m going to pick my numbers then wait for
god to bless me and call my numbers out.........
Tallan J Bent (C) 01:10Hrs 14/10/08
Anger
So much anger inside of you
At times i don’t know what to do
I watch you drink and then pass out
I just want to scream and shout
You can pretend all you want but i know you see
How all of this is affecting me
You yell and scream to prove a point
Never think of how i feel
You seem to think the louder you talk
The more i’ll understand
What you don’t see is it hurts me
That you think that i’m so dense
All the words you say to me
Would make just as much sence
If given in a Quieter tone
Instead of going on and on
You seem to think that life is bad
But look at all you have
You have a son who cares for you
Even when he’s hurting too
You have a daughter
Smart and bright
Who is willing to fight
Friends and Family who are in your life
I just don’t see how you call this strife
So many people don’t have what you have
I know that it’s hard
Sometimes you don’t want to carry on
But all you have to do
Is look deep inside you
You are the maker of your own fate
Don’t let yourself be consumed by hate
Michael and I care for you
But we have to take care of us too
We want to help and make things right
We try and try with all our might
But you just turn your head away
Not wanting to see the pain
Make your choice and make it soon
Before it is too late
Don’t just let life pass you by
Cause I’m telling you, it just might
One day you’ll wake up and we’ll be gone
Everything you hold dear
We won’t look back
Won’t feel bad
Just wipe a tear away
Because you do affect us in every way