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'Everything Aches'
Oh my arms do ache as I write down this prose
Most days it feels like the pain goes all the way to my toes
Bring me back lazy days lying in the sun
Or the age when being flexible meant so much more fun
Living with aches and strains and all things stretchy
Remembering a day without pain seems so sketchy
From my head, to my ankles, hips and back in between
They say it would help if I could be more 'lean'
But extra movement above the essentials feels unfair
It even kills me each morning just to blow dry my hair
So please understand how hard it can be every day
When all I want to do is stay in my bed and lay
I know you may find it hard to understand
That even the slightest pain in the knuckles, the hand
Can be overbearing, and so unforgiving
But still have to work, still make a living
If only you knew how hard most days it becomes
Just to text and email, how much it strains ones thumbs
Childbirth may have been so much faster and slicker
But ageing of the pelvis and hips comes much quicker
My pelvic floor and backside have certainly seen better days
My moaning and groaning you must hope is a faze
Shoulders forever, feeling so strained
My legs constantly looking blue veined
Cramps in my arches, IBS in my tummy
Hereditary illness, blame my flexible mummy
Bunions will scream, Bulging discs take my power
It even pains me just to stand in the shower
Tired and sleepy I need to relax
Even those days that I rest to the max
So just bring me your patience, comfort, understanding
Even when you hear my joints creak more than the landing
You know it's me, 'crackling' just walking downstairs
The lack of sleep again bringing nightmares
Thank you for listening, for just being here
Not having you close to comfort is my biggest fear
I know I go on, my frustration and tears
Must be hard work for so many years
But knowing you're here to carry the weight of my head
Even on the days it feels heavier than lead
Gives me the strength to be strong, keep me moving
Your love and support it just keeps on proving
Thank you again for holding my hand and week wrist
Even though my pain must never seem to cease to persist
'Everything Aches' by Victoria Payne
Constantly shaking on edge feel at risk
My insides feel like they got caught up in a whisk
The aches and pains that define my days
Take over my life in so many ways
My bowel does not like me
My legs and hips moan;
'When will you please, just rest me at home?'
Yet when I lie there so ready for sleep
All cuddled up and fall in a heap
The slumber I pray for takes me by surprise
As adrenaline runs through me
No rest for tired eyes
Finally rested, the dreams start to take me
So half an hour later the demons will wake me
Yet again the cycle begins
All I need is more sleep
To help recover my limbs
My body a wreck, feels like it's hungover
Remembering times when the drink won me over
Nowadays it's a cola just to keep me awake
No one believes what a sad girl I make
My neck is so heavy my arms made of lead
Who knew how hard it could be just to hold up my head
My wrists start to shake as I continue to type
This 'illness' is dreadful so where's all the hype?
Little research, hardly a supporter
Who will help me and then fix my daughter?
As I sit here feeling sorry and guilt for my moans
Those GP's with 'wisdom' sit high on their thrones
Disbelieving and misunderstanding
Not believing I sometimes can't even stray from my landing
Some days it's too hard, too much to bare
I feel hurt from my toes to the end of my hair
'Get yourself out there, do more exercise!'
'It's all just down to the size of your thighs'
So hydro I did and physio too. I lost even a stone and strengthened too
Yet 18 months on - so I should be strong?
Better i should feel, yet it all still feels so wrong
Panting and huffing and sweating at night
I get through another week coz I put up a fight
Why do I still feel so incredibly 'wasted'?
Did I do something wrong that must have been hated?
Appreciate I have so much for to live
But energy no more do I have to give
Leave me here to lie and sleep
Feel sorry for myself and continue to weep
Bring me tramadaol my wheat bags and water
I must motivate to show I can move for my daughter
Every day I keep going keep trying
But If I said I was happy I'd probably be lying
Victoria Payne
We need our "Eyeglasses",or we must learn to function in "Darkness"if necessary,and that is not liked,but can be adjusted to so that we can continue through faith to do what we need to do!"Some Doctors must do that too! They say that "The Eyes"are "The Windows To The Soul: Look in "My Eyes":What do you see: Some say I see someone trying to "Hipmatize Me"? We must realize that when we who wear glasses put our glasses on,whether we be young or old;It seems to me that we are "somehow revived on the inside,and on the inside:We are helped to come "Alive"! We almost died! We "LOVE Doctors Of "The Eyes"! We are changed positively,negatively,or spiritually:We being able to see or not see needs to be expressed verbally,so that "The Eye Doctor",and staff can "Really scientifically realize how "He or She""Helps you and anyone and "ME"! Scientific Reality! We sometimes wear,and some of us have three or four pairs of glasses,and contact lens to let us see more vividly,just to be able to see what is needed to be seen by the eye Doctor ,and by us you and me! If you have ever used a "Microscope" I am sure that you understand,and comprend exactly what I truely mean! We encourage "Doctors to maintain "Happiness an self esteen! They should maintain Love ,Happiness and self esteen at the V.A Hospital like Shoyre Payne,and "Eye Doctor" William Keen"!Gambrella J is "King"!They helped to give me sight when I could not see! Eye Doctors must know and realize that they are just as important,as any "Doctor",and that is fact and a reality that is expressed as "The Soul"teaches "The Flesh"through the "Eyes"about "The composition of you,and me,or any "Creature that is or will ever be! I am grateful to "Eye Doctors",because I am still writing "Poetry",and can provide inspiration to "All Doctors in "Every Nation",because they work to heal,and restore lost will in "Blinding situations"to creation ! Can You Feel Me? I can feel you:because words and eyes,and actions tells what is factual,reality,and true:You can believe me ,and I will believe you by the things you say and what you say and do! I Love You!
Women Inventors/Creators Of History
In Honor of the following great women inventors and creators:
(*Vera Rubin, Cecilia Payne, Chien Shiung Wu, Nette Stevens, Ida Tacke, Esther Lederberg, Lise Meitner, Henrietta Leavitt, Joyce Bell Burnell, and Rosalind Franklin)
Lost in oblivion, tossed into the abyss
Sisters of creation missed their mark
Stripped from the pages of history
Removed, dismissed, buried in the underground, in decay, lost identities
These ten, not even remembered as a myth
Gone without a kiss of recognition
The wave of time waves good-bye to these fine women
Denied their recognition and place in time by men
Oppressed and overlooked
Vast and noble discoveries
Contributions to the human condition
Created by their genius minds
Now covered by the abyss of ignorance
Cheated, removed from the book of time
Their names should be memorized by children
But they reside in the trash bin of history
A catastrophe on a monumental scale
Advancements claimed by others
Who deserves this mistreatment?.... Not men…
Smart women in this world remain unclaimed
Lost like luggage on the brutal side of life’s airplane
Crashed with no survivors
And how disturbing to be deprived of such monumental findings
Their works turned over to incompetence in vile form
Discoveries in the sciences and nature simply blind sided
Where is their truth? Where is their justice?
Men, culture, ego and shear ignorance, persists, prevails
And who permits such atrocities as this but us
We wage war against these geniuses
In our silence is our shame
Removed from the pages from history are their names and fame
Blame humanity as we forget these ladies
Denied the truth and beauty of their contributions
Their names are not remembered
We can honor them here and now
By not hiding them on shelves
Teach the children. Educate them and ourselves
There is nothing like discovery
There is nothing quite like the truth
How does one pick a single soul in a field of Flowers?
God would find it rather hard with all of his powers
There are so many beautiful people as we all know
I’m finding it rather impossible to pick a single soul
Even as I pen this one is coming clearly to my mind
Michaela is a very rare gift that is impossible to find
She is like a spiritual daughter that blesses my heart
She has been a very special friend right from the start
Her and my daughter Michaela share the same name
I have chosen my very dear friend, Miss Michaela Payne
When we first met on the site each of us was fairly new
She was the essence of the word “pure” through and through
Michaela is so pure of heart and she is so pure of soul
Beaming with a beautiful innocence so few ever know
It was really hard at first because these words are true
I thought, “Someone like her doesn’t need to know you”
Sometimes in life the Lord brings together two souls
As they each help each other understand their goals
Through her friendship I was eventually able to see
That there was still some good left up inside of me
I truly doubt that Michaela could ever begin to know
Beautiful blessing she has been up inside of my soul
She knows that if ever she needs it I have a real good ear
As I know my knowledge is something that she holds dear
She knows what ever the subject I can offer sound advice
For I haven’t just seen it all, I have seen most of it twice
Never know how good it feels for a tired old convict like me
To help someone as beautifully innocent as a person can be
I reckon that leaves this old man with just one last thing to say
I hope my Michaela grows to be just like her some beautiful day
This Poem is written for Christie's contest and i must
say I found it so very hard to choose just one person
to write about because I have truly been blessed by
many wonderful friends on this site. God Bless you all
For Wanda, and all mothers ---
I can't forget the feeling when first I heard you cry.
I couldn't understand you though, I wanted, so, to try.
Bewildered tears ran down your face. I couldn't tell you then.
Now I think you understand that's how a life begins.
A tiny little baby so helpless and so weak --
Already had some things to say, but, knew not how to speak.
Forced into a different world than that from which you came -
You had to face a brand new life before you knew your name.
A mother's love surrounded you in the world from which you came.
And, as you grow, from day to day, I hope you'll feel the same.
As time goes passing by, I hope we'll not pretend,
Let me be there when you cry - Just let me be your friend.
Both a student and a teacher in your life, I want to be.
There are things that you can learn from me, and some you can teach me.
Wherever life may take you, a mother's love I'll send.
So, when you really need someone, just let me be your friend.
My child, I hope you understand that I don't know it all.
At times along uncertain roads, you may see me trip and fall.
So, I hope you'll be there too, if I should need to mend.
And, whether happiness or sorrow comes, please let me be your friend.
©Copyright
Jacob Payne, 1982
All Rights Reserved
Author's Comments:
"Why God gave this to me, I'll never know. It is the emotion I believe most mothers feel. It was 1982 and I was driving alone from Houston to Waco where Wanda and Joan, my wife and daughter, were to meet me. I started thinking over and over about mothers and children. I remember scribbling on a pad lying on the passenger’s seat of the car as I drove along the interstate (a practice I certainly don't recommend). By the time I reached Waco, the poem just needed cleaning up and polishing up...... Jake"
'Our Mother'
Our Mother - a sophisticated lady
Always destined for the top
You'd never see her walk on by
A top designer shop
So impeccably presented;
Amazing handbag, clothes and shoe
Even perfume richly scented
Numbered bottle gives the clue
Never more elegant a lady
Than the stylish Mrs Mannell
Surely can't be just co-incidence
That her name rhymes with Chanel?
For pleasure; Mum rode her horses
Liked playing hard and drinking gin
Slip in friends and glass of champers
And her heart you'd surely win
Of her job she could wax lyrical
And of work being her miracle
A workaholic one might say
Toiled every cent of hard earned pay
Mum frequented finest restaurants
If dined with Margaret you would discern
Whether lunching at the Ivy
Or in Paris, of course; Jules Verne
Mum once painted chairs and pottery
And boiled up fudge to taste
She made luscious chocolate mousse those days
And yoga trimmed her waist
Mum sketched and drew with creative flare
Gave her loving cats amazing care
She sung out loud never just a hum
Then taught me to be a Mum
We all knew different parts of Mum
But between us we all know
Her strength could be a barrier
"Dahhling, don't let feelings show"
No matter what we all admire in her
With love and pride we glow
At the sea of people facing her
Must not let tear drops flow
A formidable woman Margaret
Or as Peggi to many friends
Just 'Mum' to my sister and I
And where this poem almost ends
She was Grandma Peg to four granddaughters
And now a great grand-son
Who knew she stayed and fought
To become a great grand mum
So to the 'bar', let's go raise glasses
For this tough old bird please grin
She'd hate to see sad faces
No tears while drinking gin
'Our mother'
For Margaret Mannell's funeral
By Victoria Payne
'But you don't look sick'
"What you doing just lying there?
I'm sure it would help if you begged in more prayer"
"Have you not yet tried this special snake oil?"
I've said there's no cure, my blood starts to boil
"But you look just fine" I guess I must refrain
From boring you with woes of my pain
Well I'm bored of hearing "you don't look sick"
You don't look stupid I think
Yet you must be thick
"You're far too young to be in such pain"
Oh really? Then to broken body explain.
"Get well soon" I know you're trying to be kind
But that ain't gonna happen
If Google 'chronic' you'll find;
'Persistent, long-standing, long term'
"I'm trying" I smile instead of making you squirm
"I'm sure you can't really need that chair"
"How can it be that hard just to blow dry damp hair?"
When walking in pain don't dare use a stick
"Just exercise more you can't be that sick"
"Just try this new potion"
"It's all in your head"
"My cousin used lotion"
"Instead of lazing in bed"
"You must be depressed, you're anxious a lot"
Yeah coz being told all is well
One might lose the plot
"I don't care what you say it must just be the worry"
Oh yes coz my body would heal
If I just told it I'm sorry
Why is it because you've not heard of my plight
That you think it's essential I put up a fight?
It's real and it's chronic and arrived via genes
Not because I haven't yet fulfilled all my dreams
Believe me I wish I could come out tonight
And if winning disease was through putting up fight
I'd have won it by now i'd be so much better
But it's in black and white on many a consultants letter
'But you don't look sick' -
Victoria Payne February 2016
One of my personal favourites :)
Sex is not everything. Poem by Joy Payne
Your excuse is that you have a high sex drive.
Well I'm tired of you only pleasing you,
You need to start pleasing me too.
I want to love you but you do nothing for me emotionally.
You give me 5 min. of 4 play expecting me to get excited,
so I just lay there and accept anything you say.
You cum inside and I'm left astray.
Wondering why I’m with you anyway.
You treat me like trash.
As if I'm someone who can be thrown away.
That’s why some women turn gay or the other way.
I tried so hard to work with you man and
still you don't understand. I need you to be my best friend. Someone, who looks at the inside and not just the outside, the outside changes while the inside remains the same. You said you love me and would do anything for me,
while the reality is you just want to ignore me.
I went behind your back and got with someone else.
You were so full of yourself that you didn't notice the hickey on me.
You thought you were the one who gave it to me.
You’re so blinded by lust and fantasy.
I had to walk away from you and walk towards God who's true.
I know this left you blue but what can you do.
Move on to someone else. Well I know for her it will be like Déjà vu.
She will think "here comes another creep trying to get in deep.”
I made my mistakes but that's in the past. I'm looking forward to life ever last.
My life has changed, I feel so brand new.
All I can say is I hope you see it too.
In God I trust he will change you too.
God loves us that will never change. He will turn our weaknesses into willingness to be eternally a better individual. In Jesus' name, God is my rock and my salvation
Amen!
Form:
If Youse Guys
If youse guys knock on my door,
I ain’t gonna answer it, no freaking way, man!
Youse could be Perry Smith and Dick Hickock standing there,
Holding a flashlight, a fishing knife, and a shotgun,
Thinking there’s a safe in the house somewheres.
I know youse guys think I’m loaded,
And that youse would kill me for ma’ money.
Not tonight Misters Perry and Dick!
I got two bus tickets to Barstow, and then
Into the American desert youse will walk,
with hitching, trembling thumbs stuck way out!
And if youse guys come driving up and offer me a ride,
I ain’t gonna get in, no freaking way, man!
Youse could be Ted Bundy and John Wayne Gacy in there,
Gripping a lug wrench and a rubber tourniquet,
Thinking I’m jus’ a soft target for your Polaroid camera.
Not today Misters Bundy and Gacy!
I gotta a tan V Dub, all gassed up for the long haul to Tacoma,
And then, into the American nightmare we will all go.
But if youse guys try to sell me a bill of goods,
I ain’t gonna buy it, no freaking way, man!
Youse could be Vincenzo Peruggia, and Doris Payne sitting there,
Holding a bag made of sackcloth, and a hoodie,
Scheming to rid my bank account with a smile and a lie.
Not today Messers Vincenzo and Payne!
I gotta fast plane to catch to Monte Carlo and Paris,
And I ain’t taking my diamonds or my Mona Lisa!
Sleep easy youse guys.
I ain’t gonna say nothing nice ‘bout any of youse.
All youse were just bad folk.
Glad youse is gone.
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