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Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief
wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief
diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief
yours me, he doth care and breathes sigh of relief.
Gratis the miracle of modern medicine wife
of Richard McGeehan, he offered succor
during serious bout when ye suffered strife
lovingly tendering lifelong counterpart
spelling finis regarding any galavanting nightlife
nurturing mother of their grown son (Brendan),
who immersed her whole self as housewife.
How aware ill luck of the draw
found thee inexplicably stricken
with serious malady against the law
nearly necessitating travois
(maneuvered by Kit Carson)
to transport thee to medical center.
The above stanza unbeknownst to you
analogous to current reading material
myopic eyes of mine view
historical fiction titled
"A Most Desperate Situation"
authored by Walter Cooper,
I just might maintain as keepsake
among various and sundry other books
lined up like soldiers upon shelved queue.
Courtesy perusing selective material
not so much to become boastful
self pedagogical ace,
but merely to expand knowledge base,
whereby latest erudition
preoccupies mindscape with displace
called realm of imagination
allowing, enabling, and providing me
to travel into hyperspace
only welcoming family members
like thee dear sister into myspace
a beloved sibling
thirteen plus months older
glad ye got begat December 1st, 1959
whereby ye got fifty two plus weeks headstart
to join (chance throw of genetic dice)
entrance into human race.
Though Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan born
more than three score and three years ago
if series of unfortunate events would befall thee,
this sole brother would certainly mourn
and with futility emasculate and scorn
himself until... his own plaque
designating his buried cremains
in lieu of tombstone worn.
Hey you guys, why leave your town
To find a bride and settle down?
Take a tip and don’t philander
Somewhere remote like Alexander.
He married a princess called Roxana,
It seems, to make her hill tribes calmer.
To equalize the world by sex
Was a worthy aim subject to checks.
Pneumonia, poison or whatever
The emperor from his wife did sever.
So poor Roxana was alone
Cut off from people, friends and home.
She made her way to Macedonia
There to die not of pneumonia.
She, much sinned against, did sin.
She did in some foes and got done in.
Want to learn more? Surf to ‘Cassander’
And read some books on Alexander.
Before they placed her in a hearse
She pronounced an awesome curse.
‘To conquer my land shall many strive
who ne’er shall leave that land alive’.
I fear this curse still ails her land,
which nought can lift save God's own hand.
Name this land if that you can.
Take this hint. It ends with –stan.
1959, Chariton, Iowa, sixty miles south of Des Moines
I was prancing around proudly showing off my snow people pin.
Husband and wife, glitzy with glitter, I was so excited.
I wore it to school on my coat. Tried to pin it onto my dress.
The teacher ordered me to take it back to the cloakroom.
Too much of a distraction. I was irritated. Second grade. Sheesh!
We did not have breaks those days, so I could not sneak a peek.
I was in a foul mood by lunch. My mom suggested I leave it at home.
Yes, we walked home and had soup and grilled cheese back in the day.
I refused, because it was mine, and I adored it.
Something from Aunt Marjorie.
She always bought us the best gifts; and I was kind of a peacock about it.
Kept touching it, to make sure it was on my coat,
the whole block back to school.
A winter storm came up and threw buckets of snow down onto us after lunch.
School was called off early. We were warned to put on our slacks.
Girls were allowed to wear slacks to and from, but only under dresses.
We put on our slacks and raced each other home, my twin and I.
We were laughing with pure happiness when we arrived.
And there were hot chocolate chip cookies! I remember being so pleased!
Until I realized my snow people pin was gone.
I wanted to retrace my steps to school, but my mother would not allow it.
You would catch pneumonia she told me. My day ruined. I have never forgotten my gorgeous, wonderful, glitzy, glittery snow people pin.
Written 12-06-2020
Contest: Story from Your Childhood
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
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pneumonia short of breath
painful ache in muscles
powerful severe course
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prayers for sick and dead
08/04/2021
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Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
I was diagnosed with double-pneumonia on the 15th and classes started on the 17th. I’m already getting nagmail about assignments, yea! I’ll be behind and virtual for a while. It started as a rhinovirus, honestly, I don’t even remember being around a rhinoceros, but he trampled me good. (Hmm, song title there?)
I’m feeling better today, I can read without the room spinning - heck, I even managed to write this, but a new, implacable nemesis - low-energy - is here, like Lebron James, to check me when I attempt something over ambitious, like picking up my chemistry book. At least I got to stay in my room.
My roommate Sunny’s so angry with a certain girl that she even thinks it’s hilarious. Her creative, revenge beast has been awakened and her feelings are practically colors in the air. It’s entertaining. I think if she saw her now - well, let's say Sunny takes boxing in the gym every morning. “I’m over her already,” Sunny announces, stomping around her room, trashing all reminders on contact.
Be careful out there, people - if love doesn’t get you the rhino might.
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nagmail - mail about late assignments, class papers due, surveys
NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE
Imagine open heart surgery,
imagine no blood used.
Triple bypass, just beginning,
blood later … still refused.
Previous surgeries had several,
but this one was near death.
One day ok, then shocking news,
that took away … my breath.
Doctor, ok’d no blood surgery,
came through as Doc did plan.
Just out of intensive care, ask,
“Why, black grains … in bedpan?
Internal bleeding from ulcers,
wow, surprise must survive.
Six weeks rehab, then ambulance
called ... cause felt half alive!
Had pneumonia, multi blood clots,
not in one lung, but two!
As if this wasn’t enough, next
soon feel pain … never knew.
The most barbaric procedure,
knife stabbed side, tube inserted.
No time to numb, knife’s entry site,
stabbing … felt so perverted.
October entered hospital,
December, finally home.
Months recovering, through all this,
God never left me ... alone.
That year, flew to San Antonio
for art classes, did pack.
At airport to return, had heart
and gall-bladder … attack.
Hospital was a no-blood site,
two surgeries all alone.
Survived near-death experiences,
now well … “quarantined at home!”
April 29, 2024 copyright
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Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Written By Carolyn Devonshire
Posted 04/08/2021
Prayers for my brother are greatly appreciated now. Thank you for all
your kind thoughts and emails...
Hearing the words "touch and go,"
I sink into a quagmire of despair
Slipping and sliding on tears of fear
In a swamp of memories
I've but one brother, one sister
Artie's Covid battle unleashed ills
Pandora's Box opened to pneumonia
COPD and emphysema
Now the reaper knocks upon his door
I pray he does not answer
Separated by a thousand miles
I long to see his smile again
To hear his laugh just one more time
I'd follow hope's long road anywhere
Wrap him in the comfort of prayer
Use my shield of love to protect him
His chances tenuous at best
Anxiety chases dreams away
Lord, let me embrace him once more
Before You carry him home
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2021
This poem was written by a beautiful lady, Carolyn Devonshire. A
sister, a gifted poet of radiant talent was herself carried home not
long after this tear filled plea of healing for her brother. Her love
was so apparent for others, and the beauty of nature. Why did
she not reach out through poetry for prayer for her own healing?
A selfless, precious giving soul, she obviously put others above her
own needs. There are so many poems that attest to this. Rest in
peace sweet Carolyn, heaven must be so beautiful. I hope you are
sitting in the garden of sunflowers bloomed anew in paradise, and
composing beautiful lyrics of joy for the angels to sing.
I was never going to retire.
I will be dragged out in a body bag at ninety-two I told everyone.
God laughed at my silliness.
He made the drive more difficult, harrowing drivers who almost kill me daily.
He gave me asthma in the hardest way possible.
I took twelve sick days in January and February.
God turned my asthma into pneumonia twice.
Showing me that I am not the boss of me.
I realized that it was time for me to give up my job.
I am retiring in twelve days.
This means no more forty-five-minute drive each way to work.
And I will not have to leave my home in the winter, so that is nice.
It took me a long time to agree that this is going to be the best for me.
I will be 72 years young on May 31st.
Retiring June 1st.
It was time.
Thank you God.
Oh how sad I feel for you
All the pain you must be going through
I never got the chance to meet uncle Trevor
But the stories you told me I still remember
You may not understand God’s plan
Why he took this loving man
When I called you, hearing how you cry
I wish you didn’t have to say Goodbye
I know this hurt through losing a father
But I cannot imagine what it’s like losing your partner
A lifelong companion and best friend
I pray to God your heart He’ll mend
He may not have remembered much, but this I trust he knew
The unconditional love that was shared with him by you
I know right now the only thing you want to do is cry
Oh I wish you never had to say goodbye
Your loving husband is sitting around the throne
But know that God will not leave you alone
When uncle Trevor went to Heaven today at 2
All his memories came back and he remembers you
*Dedicated to a very special lady in my life who lost her husband today. He suffered from Alzheimer and did not recognize her anymore. He developed pneumonia and unfortunately did not make it*