Long Meds Poems
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Mind and time
Is it true? That the relief you feel is just a ghost? That the hand you hold is just your own. Your fear of life is just alone, the abyss of your eyes never meet the same. You've put your light out and relight it, this cycle continues and you havent a clue. You cant be afraid of life and tell the truth, you're self aware but to whom? You tell ones who are paid to listen, but not the whole truth.
Not the burning church with the laughter and the cheers, Both smiles in your eyes and freedom from your mouth, you hear the worries but no ones reacting, you need to relax. Take a moment and breath, whom are you talking to? I see her and I feel her, even when had breath she wouldnt give you CPR! Why would you care about the skin of the being whose life was never aimd at you for an audience!? Another Christmas, new year, valentines with the cat.
The only significants in which the lines havent blurred, Are you really doing that again!? Its not even Thanksgiving yet. What day is it? Does that matter? Do you have somewhere to be? Oh right appointments, such a rich and fulfilling life you have.... you know if you don't want to be apart of this then their are meds to- wait! What day is it? Why is it sun outside? Why are there fireworks? What day is it?! Why? Why does that matter? Has there been an emergency?! If so what the hell are you going to do?
The new teammate on the payroll will put you on so many things youre going to be in a box drooling. No! What!? I said NO! I know what day it is! I know what time it is and you have flown so close to the sun that your wings are clip! Youll be back at step one soon! No! I won't! And if I slip I still have my calendar and my clock!
I spoke to a daughter and she rallied another daughter who ran into
The hospital to save me.
she brought a beautiful purple vase, pink carnations, and briefcases,I think there were at least 53 for thee.
“what doctor has been here.”
“What does he look like? What is the medicine you take at three?”
Try to always bring
An assertive smart
Take-no prisoners
Daughter-to the
Hospital with you
Because not only
Will you get your meds,
They will get so flustered
You will get 3 dinners.
As my daughter followed Dr Try ToEscape
Back to his office to watch him data in my pills
And their frequency I grinned.
Angela, an adult was here
To make the Carens feel better.
We all cheered!
Butch and I saw the Stones at the 1969 Altamont Concert.
We had the time of our lives! We dropped acid and
did Quaaludes and snorted whatever was offered.
We were young and bullet proof that day.
We're senior citizens now but still rock.
We scored tickets to the Stones latest.
It was the time of our lives! We took
extra long naps and got ready.
Tie died house dress for me, and
Butch wore his leathers.
He complained that they rode up
in the back. I said lose weight.
We ate at our favorite joint
and got the early bird special.
We shared a glass of wine.
We can't mix our meds with booze.
On the drive to the stadium we
shared a medicinal joint for
our glaucoma. We parked in
handicapped and got our walkers.
We shuffled to the entrance and
Butch grabbed my ass. My man!
We got our seats and waited.
Mick Jagger shuffled onstage.
He had an oxygen tank but
seemed OK. The other Stones
followed and the crowd screamed
the best they could. A rattling gasp.
They performed 6 songs and said
that's all they had. Thanks for coming...
We took a Xanax to calm down
and shuffled home and dreamed.
I miss cooking.
It was just canned soup, but it was ok.
I don’t cry.
It could be the meds.
Or the cracks in the walls.
The showers.
Are cold at first, but we learn to wait.
We have crossword puzzles to scribble on.
My mom calls me everyday.
I beg her to go home, but I’m weakening.
She picks me up on a Friday.
Lumpy bags filled with what is mine.
I learned to sleep with no comfort.
I learned gratitude and other things.
The cure would be to stay locked up forever.
But instead, we drive away.
As if running away from a tornado.
The spikes of prison gates.
Are like splinters inside me.
I think you locked the access
To the mail box you kept
For my emails, and that was
A necessary act
You didn’t mean to hurt
You meant to drop the load
That purposeless alerts
The emojies absurd
The messages of sweetness
Whereas in real sense
You think to fight the weakness
With meds of more intense
You need more concentration
And I was a dead weight
A stealer of attention
Who comes to talk too late
And this obsessive care
And obvious advising
Was more than you could bear
In terms of compromising
So you just kicked me out
And you felt no remorse
Cause it was all about
Saving a time resourse
You’ve patched up all the holes
The first thing that you did
Was blocking of the calls
Soon after you got rid
Of everything that could
Remind of my existence
Because it is no good
Considering the distance.
Jill Nando hosted "Crimewatch" a TV show
She was shot dead, who did it we don't know.
Lot of cases not solved, not even all crimes known
Keep a low profile or enter a danger zone.
Plutonium was found in Karen Silkwood's refrigerator
She was a whistleblower, did her company hate her?
She died a few days later in a fatal drive
Was she run off the road? who didn't want her alive?
Fred Towle as a victim made no sense
Three men planned to put radium in his car vents
He was a legislator in Long Island, a family guy
But a criminal joined a madman who wanted Fred to die.
Sergei Skripal sat on a bench in Salisbury, U.K.
His daughter was with him; they were enjoying the day.
Then a hitman got Novichok into them, not sure how
They slipped in and out, but did survive somehow
This was an attack where the suspect is clear
Sergei had spied for the English, angered the Russian boss, Vladimir
Novichok is a Russian agent, quite complex, but it does the job
Dawn Sturgess did die, she had touched their doorknob
After Sergei's betrayal, at least from Putin's point of view
His son died on a visit to Russia, a dumb thing to do.
His wife got cancer, his brother died too
Don't want to be paranoid, I don't want to overplay the clue.
In the case of Silkwood, I'm not sure if there was a crime
In the case of Jill and Sergei, its scoundrel time.
For Jill and Karen, bad guy motives do appear
But in some strange deaths, even motives aren't clear.
Tech can be used for good, it can be used for crime
Great strides in drug invention, and Meds in our time.
What if ordinary criminals take a dislike to you
Look at what's possible, and what they could do.
I speak from experience, nothing I can prove
But lack of proof isn't a reason to soothe
Lots of bad scenarios are an iceberg, we see the tip
When reality is a horror show, you cannot let it slip.
Soon one and all will welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to winter’s last cold blast.
Indoor time will decrease as
Sounds of joy fill the air outside.
Closets will reflect the season--
Out with the overcoats, gloves,
Muted shades, and heavy shoes;
In with brighter, light-weight apparel.
Now, let’s unbox those shorts and flipflops.
Go ahead and stock up on grilling supplies.
Some of us have allergies.
Our eyes and noses will flow freely.
Our meds, we hope, will help. Achoo!
NEVERTHELESS, WE ALSO LOVE SPRING!
January 30, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (Jan 29) contest
In May I joined in a collaborative write
with Jan Allison about a bi-polar bear
Since then the furry marine mammal
Has been treated at Arctic Health Care
Here is an update that may interest you
After six months of meds and therapy
Her symptons are even worse than before
She's being tracked; for her it's a tragedy
Lady polar bear roams the Arctic plains
feasting on ocean fish and baby seals
She goes on a rampage when hungry
A carnivore doesn't like missing meals
She loves to dive into frigid waters
from floe to floe, she paddles til weary
searching for the most protective cave
to hibernate. Beware of her and be leary
Lady bi-polar bear met a mate to her liking
and soon she'll become a brand new mama
While she hibernates with a baby cub or two
I'll fly to the Andes, in search of a lovely llama
The original collaboration from May 2017:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bi_polar_bear_collaboration_with_lin_lane_901528
(Jazz it up to the tune of "Everything’s Coming Up Roses")
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Caught a cold?....Have the flu?
Do you think a truck ran over you??
Need a pill?..........Have the chills?
Honey..................everyone's blowing red noses!
Pounding head? Now it's spread...
To your lungs, and now you wish that you were dead?
Cannot eat.....cannot sleep
Honey.............everyone's blowing red noses!
Now head's spinning....temp one hundred and two?
Doctor's grinning...........says it's just the beginning!
Out of luck.....you've up-chucked
Diarrhea wars are waging in your gut?
You'll get well......just you wait...
Doc said flu.........his bill is due....
Honey, ...............everyone's blowing red noses like me and like you!
You can do it.....all you need is a pill
You can do it, ...chicken soup will see to it!
Feeling weak? Fever peaked?
Thoughts of living one more day may seem too bleak?
You'll get well.....take a nap...
What's Doc's bill??!! ....Holy crap!!!
The only thing that stops you from getting well....
Honey...everyone's down at the pharmacy...and buying meds
Everyone's hording the Pepto and Tylenol
Everyone's using up Medicare, and HMO's
Everyone's blowing red noses........ and sneezing AaaaaaaaaaCHOO!!
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I am getting used to feeling like I am constantly on edge
Like life is spinning out of control
Like I will explode if I get one more piece of bad news
Like life is stacked against me
Yes, I have faith that I will be ok,
that things will work out,
that God is with me in this journey
that life is still good
Some days it feels like I can’t get a deep breath
like my heart is fluttering
like I am lightheaded and am going to pass out
but physically I am fine
My heart rate is high but strong and steady
my oxygen levels are fine
I am healthy and on the outside
things are fine
But inside is another story
my mind is racing
all of life’s issues running on a constant loop
I feel like a mess
People say to just “Deal with it”
I am trying my very best
I have seen a therapist,
I take meds, and check in frequently with others
Mental Health is very important
If you know someone struggling,
don’t judge or tell them to get it together
Really listen to them, or just hold their hand