Long Plasters Poems

Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with...

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The three little pigs came to the ball
Tried to blow the castle down
It didn’t work
It was made of solid gold
So they gave up and sat at their trough 
Ate noisily 
And snorted quite a lot

They...

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In the darkness of the night, 
a ruby gleams 
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened 
to feeling, 
reflection, light, 
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast, in mid-stride,
lost in her midnight dreams is clothed in a...

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{"You continuously threaten me that I’ll eventually die alone, though it’s a pang against my heart I hear none of it though ferociously, the insides of me are hurricanes. 
Reservoir myself, I live alone to...

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BUYING CONDOMS

I was desperate to buy me some condoms
On a Wednesday morning in June
My girlfriend had made me a promise
And we were meeting up that afternoon

For she'd noticed that in my frustration
My flat....which I kept...

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The Day After,

Day after day, I pray for our Father to give this demon peace
Adam, I want you to know he does not bother me so,
his rage is his own, not mine,
---tormented by a word,...

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When I was a small child I caught
every germ that came my way.
It is because of Mama’s nursing 
that I lived to write about it.
I succumbed to every illness 
in which I came in contact.

One...

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What a year – Tim was just a little boy of 25 – naïve and

Lost in ‘innocence’ a critical time bomb waiting to happen

Blue-eyed he listened to Nena’s 99 Red Balloons flying high

While Band Aid...

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Unsung Children

Somewhere deep inside you
Behind the patches and the plasters
Of your broken heart
Somewhere in the shadows
Lays the summer of your soul
As timid as a naked flower
Before revealing the splendour of her petals
To the world

Somewhere running...

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I'm sitting in the garden
With my small son on my knee
He looks up at me with big brown eyes
And says “Tell me about Granda's tree”

My father planted a tree 
In nineteen forty two
He nurtured it...

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Human Organs Anyone

Early this morning, there was this dire warning over social media...
Of a van apprehended in Thailand filled with bodies of dead children..

There was a disturbing photo of young children, some half naked...
Laid out...

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I sit at the window and just stare at the jagged trees,
                their branches jutting out like anorexic bones.
The bars...

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I sit at the window and just stare at the jagged trees,
                their branches jutting out like anorexic bones.
The bars...

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Cute German nicknames 
Germany on map
How many online friends is normal
Is having only online friends ok
How to make friends
Why don't people like me
Autism
Autism free test
Mental health test
How to cope with autism 
Am I depressed 
Mild...

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Heart by © Theresa Rossouw
 
Marshmallows bright some are mushy, soft, weak, jellyfish swimming in a cesspool of uncommitted, unloyal, uncaring mud. Their kindness a show, a facade, a mask. They never finish a single...

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and strolling around their garden I imagine our child:

grass tickling my toes like gelled hair, spiked when a teenager;
two slides out for summer, side by side, form his legs, sturdy;

her arms rise and fall in...

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I'm fraughting with fear

Fear of rise in temperature
Fear of sinking blood pressure

Fear of developing a lump
Fear of a funny happy jump

Fear of cough and cold
Fear of every pain untold

Fear of burns in throat
Fear of blood...

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there they came without a minutes waste
and climbed up the ladder into the devils fate.
they sprinted fast here and there trying to save a soul from the death bed,
i saw him climb up into the...

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Guess am the only one who goes all in without being allowed to go all out,
Or is it my cursed fate that even a red card fails to discard me completely off the game,
Seeing myself...

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A seasonal malaise plasters 
stray tendrils of wayward thought.
Another dreary gray day hovers.

Vacant is the sky, as empty as the 
surface of an unwritten page.
On days such as these the mind strays
through the attic’s dusty...

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LOVE MIGHT BE BLIND     (a true story, apart from last two lines of 7th verse)

'Love might be blind, but it's not deaf,'
Is what my dear husband has said.
By claiming my snoring...

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Billy had a friend 
Called Donald with 
A face like a donkey 
And teeth like a duck. 
They used to run amuck 
In school playgrounds 
And forests where they'd 
Hide in trees and launch 
Frozen...

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A Flood of Tears

When tears glue eyed lids’ tar to balls of fire
	
        and tear apart a soothing balm called resolution
	
       ...

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I have nothing coming to mind, so I stared at a painting and wrote what I saw

Don't shout!
Don't attack me from all angles...
It's all blank, unrealised -

It's overload, burnt out sun
Brief eclipse, cooling
Then the outpouring...

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Shapes

Different shapes were 
stick on the wall. All 
made from paper, though the 
powdery texture will make 
you wonder if they were 
plasters. Circles inside 
the squares. Triangles 
linked to form chains. You 
sat at...

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