Long Orthopedic Poems
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She strains to find her footing in orthopedic shoes
my grandmother's clop-clop walk to me
unbalanced
steadied by a backbone of faith
She bears a tattered, red carpet bag,
solid wooden handles, worn like her marbled hands
Grandma removes jam tarts and her Bible (smell enticing)
to tutor me for my Sunday School verses,
Psalm 23, that welds to memory
Her diligence that I adhere to the lines
despite my craven pull to tarts (a riveting obsession)
Unfussy delight when I learn the verses
Her glow, free floating,
a small harp ovation
Grandmother's carpet bag, stitched by history
brimming with the sweet lure of baking
upheld by her faith, like a pulse that hums devotion
in a drawn body softly folding into itself
Nothing can be swept aside
when a grandma voices validation
when generosity extends itself
when her walk thaws the ground
when words embroider love
ensuring preservation
Poem revised: April 25, 2021
He grinned broadly from the corner
a percussive serrated smile,
cadaverous lips displaying
a rakish scarecrow style.
His emaciated figure chattered
suspended precariously from a hook;
I was completely startled
by his penetrating look.
His wink was disconcerting,
those vacant eyes held wide;
I wouldn’t call him cheeky
though he displayed a gangly pride.
One arm extended slightly
as if inviting my embrace;
it might feel a little morbid
held against that hollow face.
Gothic trends might call him charming
though his apparel seems unique,
one would only see it hanging
in a nudist colony boutique.
One dance was all he wanted
waltzing the orthopedic floor,
that physician’s skeletal dummy
I just couldn’t make myself ignore.
July 31, 2026
Skeletons Poetry Contest
Seth Pina, Sponsor
He walked into my office, business in hand,
In denim baggy overalls, a plaid shirt, white painters cap,
and grandpa's old white leather orthopedic shoes.
If I ever get to the ripe old age of 88,
I want to be this lone wolf silhouette of a man.
A slow gait with frailty of movement.
Each step carefully orchestrated and contemplated.
Making one worry the next may become a fall.
But he moves on without even a stumble.
Steadfast stature and posture braced on any lowly perch.
Outer coat showing gaps of missing muscle and mass.
Paws and face forlornly exposed with past battles scorned.
All affairs in perfect order, the next move oft anticipated.
Irises glossy white shadowed with blue wisdom and mystery.
Draped with curtains and folds boldly saying "I am."
Negotiations begin with silence in wait of movement.
Tail wagging intently, teeth exposed only when he smiles.
No bite to his bark, he needn't growl nor gnarl.
Few words, saying only what needs to be heard.
Walking away after a handshake, flash of teeth, and a wink.
09/12/17
There is no doubt in my mind
in going to faith healers to heal
what ails me and be better faster.
Is it my faith or the faith healers?
Or both, that is the question?
However, there is no question in my mind
in giving them credence for I have a strong
belief in them, trust and confidence in their
healing, in their certitude and conviction to heal.
You go to the doctor and will be asked
“What’s wrong?”… Isn’t it for him/her to find out?
You’ll be put through testing to know what is wrong
or medications that have side effects
or therapies that take too long to ease the pain.
Yes, I go to the doctor; but I also go to faith healers.
With faith healers, they see through you
and feel, sense, perceive what is wrong with you.
You see images of their faith, candles, oil
and you feel this underlying feeling or aura.
I had a knee surgery with an orthopedic surgeon
and could not walk without a limp after the surgery.
Discouraged, I went to a faith healer and with her
massages using ginger and sesame oil,
I was able to walk without a limp.
I had my second bout of depression
and could not shake it off for months
and months of therapy and prayers.
Was a mess – desperate and hopeless.
I went to another faith healer, who told me
when she lifted my head that it was too heavy.
She moved her hands on my head with her faith,
her belief to heal and restore me – her healing
touch facilitated mental and emotional healing.
Then she told me my head weighed like
a gigantic rock with so much air inside
and she was able to let all the air out
or all the darkness that invaded my mind.
Believe in faith healers healing or not.
Many do not for they don’t believe
and some do for they believe.
The faith healers have gifts in healing.
They are believers to minister various kinds
of healing with their faith and spirituality.
They have the commitment, the confidence,
the conviction to restore physical, mental,
emotional and spiritual health through
their sensing and healing touch and faith.
12/1/20 Faith Healer Poetry Kai Michael Neumann
As a kid, I had a brilliant plan—
Become a dentist! Be The Man!
White coat, big bucks, drills that whir...
Then I saw my cousin’s clinic—Brrr!
The smell alone could curl your soul,
I noped right out, no toothy goal.
Next up: Baseball! I had the swing!
A Little League semi-almost-king.
Parents cheered like I was Babe,
Though I mostly warmed the bench in shade.
Scouts? None came. (Shocking, I know.)
So I let that dream... quietly go.
Then hoop dreams rose in high school halls—
I could dribble, pass, and almost ball.
Varsity? I gave it a shot,
But turns out, talent—I had not.
Coach picked others, and I stayed sane,
Dodged early fame, and homework pain.
At last, I thought, “Let’s try the brain!”
Books, not balls, would be my lane.
Still played for fun, just not the pros,
(Except in dreams, where anything goes).
Years rolled on, life found its groove,
My hands got steady, found their move.
Not on a bat, nor tossing a ball—
But fixing bones from big to small.
From fractured dreams to fractured hips,
I made my peace with life’s quick flips.
An orthopedic doc I came to be—
Not rich from teeth, but hey—it’s dad’s son!
Time, night, and sleep, I could not tell,
For down on the bathroom tiles, I fell
I hit my head but not so bad,
My hand, my muse screeched “are you mad,
What have you done”, confused, in pain
I looked, down at our hand, a monster
Glared at me, broken, swollen, angry and red,
“Wake up first don’t sleepwalk from bed,”
Hubby rushed for he heard me scream,
Called our son for this needed two, a family team
Dressed and wrapped me up, my hand, cried,
“Careful ouch" my muse sadly said,
"Its three degrees outside, a cold winter night”
I was in shock do not remember all, I got a fright,
Carefully I was bundled in the car and taken
To our nearest Emergency Department.
X -Ray’s on the double, diagnosis broken wrist.
My muse was still muttering, did you say something,
Asked the doc about pain,
There will be an injection soon,
No, I hastily replied, I merely said it looks like rain.
I had an injection on my bum,
The following morning an injection to succumb,
To the anesthetic at 7.30 am.
The photo hubby took of me shows I have no pain,
In my snazzy theater gown, which are always so plain.
10 days later stitches out, my baby elephant tattoo,
I noticed surprisingly was joined up like a puzzle by,
The greatest Orthopedic Surgeon I have ever,
known, heard of, or seen.
I am typing with my broken wrist, have a guard I wear.
Oh I’m “sorry, so sorry” said a little voice,
“I’m your, Muse we're one, I know,
You have the same pain as I,
Do you believe me as I look into your eye”
We both got a shock,
Walk mindfully is my motto,
Hey, I ditto,
You on that,
I’ll warn you and you warn me,
And together from danger we’ll
Always be free.
i am dizzy right now and i am unable to be able
i simply refuse to reestablish my common sense
i choose stubbornness and it has now caused me mad pain
maybe i will grab my sweety's throw blanket and sleep in front of the chiropractor's door
i am lightheaded right now and i am unable to be able
i create stanzas of excuses moonlighting as poems
i am an unfinished basements salesman specializing in repetitive wolf tickets
maybe i will grab my starlight's forest green furry bathrobe and sleep in front of the orthopedic doctor's door
i am confused right now and i am unable to be able
i am a right handed pitcher of habitual lies in a dry desert
i am a left handed denialologist with only disorted images on the obvious picture
maybe i will borrow my lady's always warm brain and go to the wall of her primary doctor and knock some sense into myself until opening hours
Orthopedic shoes
A life time of paying dues
Engaging pity need no ones help
It’s useless to choose
More winning than lose
What have we too done
Stop watching me run
Engaging pity need no ones help
Stop pitying me
Stop engaging me in your imagines
Engaging pity need no ones help
I am old again
This is known again
It’s useless to choose
More winning than lose
Engaging pity need no ones help
What have we too done
Now for all I’ve ever done or did
If you’re sleepy then go to bed
I’m gonna stay up till dawn
Cause I am grown
Engaging pity need no ones help
11/2/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
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Hallux rigidus at the first metatarsophanlangeal joint
Old woman's shoes suggested by the orthopedic surgeon_____
The nerve!!
Oh!! Shucks my driving toe...
It hurts to drive~~~
He says to let the toe rest stay off of it.....
The fix for right now_
Injection of Kenalog(a steriod)...
PAIN, AGONY and DESPAIR.....
Horrible!!
Old age has its pit falls...
Someday though I will shed this body of clay
I'll have a new body, Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life...
The Grinch
is the guy I want to pinch.
Why would that crazy fool
ever want to steal the yule?
Santa Claus,
I'm just a kid who has four paws,
so, I hope to see beneath the tree,
a chew toy just for me.
Frosty the Snowman,
you ain't got much left to show man -
just coals, a hat, and a carrot stick...
in a puddle. Your spree was over pretty quick.
Bob Cratchit
Did you catch it?
Scrooge says you got a raise.
For Tiny Tim, to God, let's praise.
Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer,
raised not very far from here,
hit the big time on Santa's sleigh,
with gifts for kids both young and grey.
Jack Frost,
I told you to get lost.
Move along, don't linger.
I can't even move a finger.
Bob Cratchit,
Scrooge will bury the hatchet.
Before he changes his views,
buy Tiny Tim's orthopedic shoes.
Santa Claus,
don't send me a toy because,
as I start to think,
help my dad, so he won't drink.
Frosty the Snowman,
your mom told you not to go, man,
outside to play in the sun.
A blizzard's a safer place to have fun.
The Grinch -
that's you, you Christmas monkey wrench.
You should be grateful to know that you
are the subject of a clerihew.