Long Lyme Poems
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They told me, "Leave Brooklyn, find the green,"
"Head upstate, change the scene,"
Nature's arms open wide,
So I took that long Amtrak ride.
I knew there were bobcats, I knew there was bear
So I took my pit-bull Chewbacca, any bear would beware
His last victim was a carjacker on the lam.
Teeth clamped on the guy's arm like a giant clam.
In the heart of Adirondacks, fate took a bad turn
We sat on star moss, and admired a fern
Chewbacca sniffed at a critter with predacious design
But it was a badass porcupine
My dog's nose looked like a pincushion of quills
He ran off howling into the hills
I ran after him and into a swamp I fell,
Green goo in my shoes, oh man, what a smell.
Covered with slime, then came the stings of black flies
Already I wondered if the hype was lies.
Yanked my way out, walked on bees in the ground
I thought bees were in trees, but nature had to confound
I say pave the Adirondacks, let concrete reign,
Nature’s wild, and slightly insane.
From swamps to thorns, bees on attack,
Brooklyn’s rough, but these woods fight back.
Off the trail, stumbled through deer remains,
Leaned on a tree but found only pain.
Thorns from the bark, I couldn’t win,
What did I do to deserve this, can't recall the sin!
(Bridge)
I ran screaming, poison ivy on my socks
Twisted my leg among diabolical rocks
Crawled back to a trail, where help was found,
A hiker gawked, said, “Bro, you’re hospital-bound.”
(Chorus)
Pave the Adirondacks, let concrete reign,
Nature’s wild, and slightly insane.
From swamps to thorns, bees on attack,
Brooklyn’s rough, but these woods fight back.
Now I'm back in the city, but nature wasn't through
Doc says I have Lyme disease, I wish I could sue.
Nature’s beauty nowhere near the beauty of a bar
I'll stay on the mean streets and drag race my car.
So pave the mountains, pave the trees,
Brooklyn’s jungle is enough for me.
Nature's call? Just a John Denver song
Here with the homeboys, I can't go wrong.
*This is NOT meant to be morbid, alarming or negative. Most people who have seen my poems, know that I am positive often. It is realistic. I am a factual person, so it is based on facts, not panic. It is regards to the Coronavirus (Covid-19)
Over the years, I have had Cancer, Lyme disease, Head traumas and I have a heart issue.
Realistically, I know that if I get this, it is nearly or will be a death sentence for me
I have had many near death experiences in my life and I am fortunate to survive, I am a fighter!
I am also a survivor who prepares with action for any crisis and with faith gained strength to do so
So, I have been watching the Covid-19 virus evolve and spread around the world quickly
It is the most contagious illness that I have ever witnessed and it seems to be uncontainable
I also know what our hospitals are like where I live, which has often been very poor treatment
So, I am facing truth to what may or may not happen, as I prepare as best as I can
I also know what it is like to lose someone suddenly to death without a chance to say goodbye
This leads me to speak out today to everyone here and thank you all for your kind support
This does not mean I think I’m leaving for certain and if I escape this, I will certainly celebrate!
I hold onto gratitude closely in my life and I’m grateful for every bit of support I receive here
Thank you for reading my poems, becoming my friend, taking the time to leave nice comments
Some may ask why not wait to see if I am diagnosed with this first? Why rush to say this?
Because, I know by then, I may not be able to write this and I would never want it to be too late
I love this site. It has helped me through many things and taught me a lot too. It has become a part of my life since I found it.
So, thank you again with love for now and prayers to everyone here and I will keep writing!
Heidi Sands (*I am not leaving. I am just saying what I feel and will continue here, as usual)
3/1/20
We were armed at fourteen with BB guns
and reckless abandon.
So started many of our cousinly adventures.
Central Utah has hot, hot summers
and little else going for it.
We took to the sage in shorts and t-shirts
begging the tics to climb aboard.
Lyme disease?
For suckers by suckers.
By and large our hikes were aimless.
We’d shoot lizards if we could…
or any glass objects that were lying around
if we couldn’t.
A fire was needed
in the desert heat
in the middle of the day
because we had a string of fire crackers
and a shortage of common sense.
There was an abundance of combustibles
and we chose the dried up cow pies…
less poop for the dog to eat.
We stacked a few into a pile
then lit it up.
They were Black Cats…
or possibly Lady Fingers.
In either case, they were lame
one at a time.
So we threw them all in at once.
Did you know burning cow manure
and fire crackers
make babies?
Flying, fiery babies of death
with an insatiable appetite
for combustibles.
Neither did we.
We stomped their nest.
Tried to bury it.
We weren’t dummies,
(I know what you’re thinking)
we had built close to water.
So we tried some mud.
Still the babies hatched.
So violently
so noisily
so fire-erly
that we decided it was time to run.
If the world was going up in flames…
we weren’t sticking around.
Armed with BB guns,
we were desert deserters.
We didn’t get far before
the hatching ended.
It turns out
flying, fiery babies of death
have a very high mortality rate
or a very short life span.
We knew it all along…
hell spawn can’t survive here
even in the desert
it’s too cold.
To this very day,
I thank the heavens
that we were only fourteen
and hadn’t had enough money
for more than one string of Black Cats…
or possibly Lady Fingers.
05/08/15
*true story, and I'm happy to still be around to tell it, haha.
It's that time of day 'gain,' it's noon,
And, I'm still howlin' at the moon,
As friends are comin' soon,
It's that time of day 'gain, it's noon.
I'm at the window, I'm rarin',
I'm in the mirror, I'm glarin',
Got me some beliefs, they airin',
I'm at the window, I'm rarin'.
At this moment, the dove does moan,
Ev'ryone's gonna find their phone,
With my skills, I, now, hold the stone,
At this moment, the dove does moan.
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, we'll bring on good cheer,
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, there's nothin' to fear.
Say now you're happy to see me,
Speak it aloud, babe, right to me,
You'll make me spit with a new glee.
Say now you're happy to see me.
Ya think ya know somethin', do ya?
Are ya knowin' Moore of me? Yeah!
Think like I need ya to, yeah.
Now you're thinking somethin', oh ya!
People all about, all around,
I been too careful makin' sound,
But, I got this now that I'm found,
People all about, all around.
No, there's nothin' to fear,
C'mon now, c'mon, draw near,
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, there's nothin' to fear.
We must make so much of our time,
So, where is that ol' Harry Lyme?,
Best remember me and my Time,
Gonna make so much of my rhyme.
So? Ya really don't wanna go.
What I tell ya, the Who does know.
Mine's the truly wonderous flow,
Now I really don't wanna go.
Sure ya wanna look and see me.
The sun at noon's still stands, ya see?
"Gettin' better all the time", Bea.
Sure ya wanna look and see me.
No, there's nothin' to fear,
Open them wide, left and right ear,
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, there's nothin' to fear.
Form:
No spot, no matter how ugly can be transformed,
into a place of beauty and delightful with flowers;
in spring I feel a rising sense of excitement,
oh, soon the winter damage will be full of color.
Primrose with tenacity thrive in the shade of a tree,
bluebell happily rise through the foliage of bleeding hearts;
and blooming tulips grow between clumps of lilies in the sun,
my garden of pleasure is so extravagant and fragrant.
Painted daisies and meadow rue cheerfully sing in harmony,
I am creating a quiet garden of peace;
peonies and roses choose to peak over a fence,
and purple phlox willowy gather in a sunny corner.
Oh, those wine lychnis pop up wherever they like,
creating color and havoc and magic;
I do love a white shasta daisy that reminds me of mom,
creeping thyme decorate a rock garden along with yarrow.
Yellow loose strife grows everywhere willy-nilly,
this year I am planning a water pond;
where a sea of lyme grass and a blur of mantle,
will tower over the blue water.
No spot, no matter how ugly can be transformed.
into a place of beauty and delightful with flowers.
______________________
March 30, 2017
Ode/Ode To Garden Flowers
Copyright Protected, ID 888526
Screwed XVII Contest
Rob Carmack
Fourth Place
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Ode to Flower(s) Contest
NA, Judged April 12, 2017
I loved each and every one of my pets
Such fond memories one never forgets
My frog Buddah was a friendly little critter
Like Leo the lizard but they gave mom the jitters
I brought home Slick the snake and Brutis the spider so cool, creepy and slimey
Mom let out a shriek and said "get them out of the house they're icky and grimey"
As I tried to capture other things mom yelled "STOP they carry rabies"
Hey, what can I say? I didn't know any better I wasn't much older than a baby
I once brought home some cool looking ants
Once again mom wasn't very pleased as she found them in her pants
I attempted to catch a cool looking bee
Mom yelled but it was too late I got stung in the knee
I brought home a jar of worms
Oh how those buggers made mom squirm
What I brought home next was apparently a tick
Mom said "oh no baby those carry Lyme disease and can make you real sick
I brought home some crickets that made such a cool sound
Loose in the house mom was none too happy as it was a couple of weeks before they were all found
The last pet I found on my own was a cute little mouse
Mom and I came to a compromise and she said "if you stop bringing critters home I'll buy a cat for the house"
I would have to say the greatest performance of my life is survival
And turning bad things into something positive to help others
I survived severe trauma as a child, I was silenced and deeply hurt
I survived Cancer later, accidents, Lyme disease, near death experiences
I survived by working in human services to help others, giving to friends
And I assisted a leader volunteering at a support group in the area
I was an investigator and I pursued justice for many years
Most of all, I create as best I can to spread what I have in my soul
I write – I paint – I play piano
I hope that my words of truth will reach others however possible
I hope that my music will bring peace and relaxation
I hope that my paintings will bring happiness and inspiration
I turned the bad into good to survive because this can be achieved
I am also a mother to my loving, special pets who mean so much to me
We can always give and share and love and inspire others
Regardless of what we have been through, this is what I have learned
Heidi Sands
5/21/22
A 1st placement in The Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
I feel the challenge.
Can I change the past?
Only the good Lord knows,
but I can try hard.
And what can one do
to achieve such a mammoth
enterprise? Don’t you know.
Only one thing suffice, an impossibility.
I pray that I might be given a chance.
Time creates a vortex
and into the past I am sent.
I shudder at the sights.
All evil lay behind me,
Murders, massacres, mayhem,
terrorism, turbulence, strife,
diseases, ugly like plagues,
still born babes, Lyme Disease*,
infections, dermatitis, blindness
and so much more, so much more.
Until I come to my destination.
The garden is decorated
with myriads of beautiful trees,
flowers spread their fragrance
enticing all sorts of flying insects,
but no one can be seen.
On the hill are two stately trees.
No one is to touch the tree
of knowledge of good and evil.
But why? Such lovely fruit
resembling sweet olives.
I reach up and began to eat.
A vortex of angry wind rises up.
And I am back where I was.
It is far best to think of the future,
for the past cannot be changed.
*unable to walk.
(I know this is a dark poem, but also factual. If you want a lighter poem, please read the few before this one *that I hope you will visit)
Some may say, don’t worry, make light of it
As if people may be causing an unnecessary fit
Truth is, I’ve watched the info. And numbers climb
I’ve also seen repercussions from tick carrying Lyme
China shuts down cities, keeping people inside
Unable to control it, with no safe place to hide
Countries scramble with travel bans, restrictions they cast
But, this particular virus hits two body areas and fast
San Francisco has already become an unsanitary place
Cases have started there, contacts unable to trace
A doctor says this is a pandemic, heading to be
Preparation is all we can do, with what we see
I say this as my compromised health system will kill
To face this true fact, takes very strong will
I pray for everyone affected by this nightmare
Because in a time like this, what is left is prayer
Heidi Sands
2/2/20
It was just this last week..
When the words, they did flow
For the first time, in lifetimes, it seems.
But instead of the hurt, and the pain and the guilt;
My words now penned, are words full of dreams
For the last many years,
up and down I have been.
Getting better then worse all that time.
Knowing not what I had; Nearly giving up hope
I discovered a name;
It was Lyme
Lyme has stolen from me;
things I’ll Never get back.
Took my body and mind straight to Hell
And a deal I’d have made
With the devil himself
To get out of the hell which I fell
But instead of the devil,
The deal I would make
Where at last I was starting to see
Though it took me awhile,
Many years if I’m straight
Found the REAL answers inside of me.
For what Lyme disease taught me through years of despair .
I am stronger than I ever thought
And at least for today, I am winning again
Had to fight for my life;
So, I fought!