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I can sense your impatience...
While yours truly (me)
doth strives to maintain
comfortably seated
closed eye meditative pose
mine skinny sea thru legs
(mere fo' shaw
by George spindleshanks) outstretched,
(cuz Lotus position impossible mission -
would warrant emergency circumstance
leaving stalwart fellow
as permanent paraplegic)
even crossed legs painstaking ordeal),
nevertheless arms draped limply
and/or tucked under
respective knobby knee
herewith barely audible sighs
Ahab boomerang reverberating sound
can be faintly yet clearly heard
courtesy thee self trained
ventriloquist missus
indicating slightly perturbed air
immediately disrupting mine ascent
into transcendent state,
which self induced
light quasi hypnotic trance
doomed to suffer blistering defeat
despite best guru vee college try
subjected to additional
pronounced relentless interruptions
unavoidably eventually experiences
heavy set bodily mass
loosing violent figurative waters
witnessing severe mattress flexion
testing material strength
jackknifing irksome husband
precariously rocking zen
rolling poor buoy to and fro,
hither and yon
him sternly clinging
against steep odds
tossing last raft of lifeline
before pitching the
dreadfully knotted sir into limbo
challenging laws of physics
re: offsetting his center of gravity
think skiff madly scrambling
barreling, keeling, tipping over
analogous to bobbing
rickety weatherbeaten hulk
landing headfirst upon wooden floor,
where ohm man hiss expletives
immediately supplanting
formerly invoked mantra.
My thoughts
The bridges in my brain
My memory
My courage
The baggage of a name
Letters scripts projecting all the same
Contacting the central station of my brain
My brain
It holds and release
Messages increases
Para-thesis
Sneezes
Cripple loads paraplegic
Pieces
Brought together whether we need it
Life begins photosynthesis heat bleaches
Turn colors creative catastrophic catastrophes repeated
Who is to see it?
Revolutionized revelation exceeded
Time capsule opened chapel preach it
Believe it
Changes come to set strange hypothesis school history bleeped it
Covered with lies folk made up sheets blanket keep it
Wave pattern memorized hypnosis deleted
As I look to 2023 I remember these,
Last three years taught me so many things.
I realize I am stronger than I thought.
I am braver than I know.
When I look in the mirror,
I see the face of courage.
The courage to never quit,
Even when I thought it was hopeless.
The knowledge of my strengths and weaknesses.
Through my blood, sweat and tears,
I have overcome this disability,
All because of a nasty little spider,
That literally brought me to my knees.
Hearing the words paraplegic was so scary.
Yet, I see the light and I realize,
The spider did not win.
I am a warrior.
I am a survivor.
I am walking.
So 2023 will indeed be a very good year for me.
I will finally be free,
Able to walk out of the same hospital,
Where my metal prison on wheels,
Guided me back in Jan. 2019.
Overly familiar with her defiance
patterns of fetal alcohol confusion,
neuro-systemic habits of resistance,
I, the consummate ecofeminist,
was sure my daughter felt
I was shutting wounded Ivy out
when she wanted me
to enter her toxic on-line
stream of Sponge Bob consciousness
When she came to me,
in self-care mode,
while I was meditating
reading
reflecting
writing
breathing deeply in,
then out
One gasp for hope
at a new pandemic time,
searching for one hour
without unmitigated despair
at this unhealthy contagion time,
one calming day at a time,
one therapeutic glimpse at a week,
one unimaginable month,
one lifetime of a year,
One retiring stage,
one quickly ancient life,
one emerging seamless love
at this time.
In exasperation
with her insistent interruption
in my sacred space,
I exclaimed
"Ivy, I can't take care of you
if you won't let me
take care of me!"
To which she replied,
"Can I sit here
quietly
next to you?"
I was skeptical,
cynical about cooperative deep breathing
with screaming screen-time Ivy,
but "You may,
if you can"
And so she did
sit next to me
at the head of my bed
where her paraplegic brother slept
post-seizure,
She leaned her black curled head
against my old white man shoulder
peacefully
breathing side by side
And that is how
we resiliently entered
into this passing
evolving
rising and falling,
erupting and disrupting pandemic
of Earth's green
and sacred
virally emergent
health care.
being born started it
awakening amidst fire
heat, I prefer cold
homeless, what we had, is gone
broken family moves on
parental split cries
leaves divided broken souls
our goals, torn, unfold
illness kicks in, worrying
two boys, so young amidst such
sprightly playing I
tall grass lies hidden dangers
out stretched hands protect
such pain, excruciating
crimson flow fountains now thrive
monsters, leave us now
two boys, so young amidst such
Monday's we so loved
until we ran, uniforms yea!
I'm small, he runs much faster
boom boom, please slow down
corner turned, I'll catch up
I view him, slam, gone
road reached, I'm scared to turn
now seeing, bloodied trail, tears
Paraplegic, he
we move on, carry on, strong
sadly, Billy's gone
three become two, are we through
our tomorrows we await
Quietness abounds
two reft, illness takes, one left
State spared, no one cared
his last abused, now confused
life's thrall thrown, never grown, blown!
He was is blind and his eyes couldn't see anymore
anything yet being he has purpose
yes he has purpose
he was is a death mute he couldn't speak
yet and still opens his mouth it being muted
he has purpose
yes he has purpose
a lame man paraplegic can't cannot stand
nor walk yet he talks he sit still
about his purpose yet being handicapped he has purpose
yes he has purpose
they all they have a dream one day
no it is it's God's reality
that he and the mute and the blind man will be singing
Singing praises to a glorious God in heaven
they say that their purpose yes that they alone is their purpose Halle - Hallelujah
Our Lord and Savior Jesus and Our Father God is our eternal purpose
6/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
WHAT SHE SAID
She said to me “You will not walk again.”
But I say I will. Even if only atop waves
That roll in over the shores continuously,
Or waves thrown about in tempest and
The invasions of such unforeseen storms as these.
I was taken aback and I
Shouted, “I don’t believe that!”
So, she pronounced it again,
“You will never walk again.”
She was slashing at my paraplegic knees, trying to
Wrench away my God-gifted hope: to tear from me
My full armor of God: to cause me to doubt the true
Love of God’s inseparable devotion as my ABBA!
But I will keep working to walk again, perhaps less
Briskly than I do now in company with angels, by
The grace of the Holy Spirit and alongside Jesus
Into a land far from the desolate, flat macadam
To where her words transported me...For
I SHALL walk on beyond lamentations, beyond
Pacing on embers and ashes, to walking on
The calmed waters after such doubt was spoken.
**********. ************* ************
(C). Sally Young eslinger 8/2020
Peace
The word Abstinence is an abortion waiting to happen.
The word Prudence is a psychopath waiting to kill.
The word Temperance is an abusive husband waiting to strike.
The word Justice is a murderer waiting to be proven not guilty.
The word Courage is a rape victim waiting out of fear for saying anything.
The word Faith is an Atheist waiting to be born.
The word Hope is a cancer victim waiting for their nonexistent transplant.
The word Charity is a hungry child waiting for the food that will never come.
The word Smile is child waiting at the end of a noose.
The word Clarity is a crazed lunatic waiting for a nonexistent cure.
The word Sanity is the mind waiting to shatter.
There are many words in this world that have meanings that have been altered.
But they don’t always have to be that way.
The word Love is a root and a thorn by which a rose comes to blossom.
The word Give is an abandoned child receiving a new family.
The word Life is a sick child being given the medicine needed to survive.
The word Happiness is a mother giving birth to their first child.
The word Kindness is a stranger giving a homeless man some bread.
The word Goodness is a person giving their body to be an organ donor.
The word Strength is a person with one leg becoming a martial arts champion.
The word Determination is a paraplegic getting a gold metal in the Olympics.
The word Perseverance is a person with one arm winning a gymnastics competition.
There are many words in the world and so many of them are black
But if we remain strong and live life we can find all of the ones that are white.