Long Sickness Poems
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When you and I were only five
it was fun just being alive
to smell the air and feel the sun
with trails to walk and fields to run
When you and I were just sixteen
our new romance was so pristine
That sudden unexpected kiss
unveiled a hidden world of bliss
And when our childhood was through
and you and I were twenty two
you made my life much more worthwhile
the day I walked you down the aisle
Our lives were rosy and so sweet
and all the world was so complete
The years went faster than before
when you and I were thirty four
So young, I watched you slowing down
as sickness grayed your hair, once brown
When you and I were forty seven
was the year you went to heaven
Our time together was too brief
I sadly ponder in my grief
It's harder now just being alive
than it was when we were five
2/4/19
I’m here, but I can be there in the spirit of joy's iridescence---
As my faith brings me to behold your triumphant presence.
I’m here, yet I can reach you from afar
Together, virtually, we watch the star.
I’m here with my body and soul, reading
Then you join me through poetic feeding.
I’m here alone... viewing loveliness of nature
And I’m by your side along technology’s venture.
I’m here fully absorbed with your creativity’s zest
Vicariously, we both experience sublime peace that's blest.
I’m here in the infirmary vanquishing sickness with its pain
Indeed, praying for you to run the race for championship gain.
I’m here testifying about God’s love and mercy*, so gracious
While letting you feel the ripples of divine gift that’s precious.
*Ephesians 2:4-5 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved).
February 12, 2024
3rd place, "YOUR CHOICE AGAIN" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/20/2024
“I never Travel without my Diary, one should always have
something sensational to read“. . . Oscar Wilde, 1891
Friday August 24th , 1971, 11:58 PM my last night Alone
Saturday August 25th,1971, 7:15 AM I awake with new life
Knowing at 12:00 PM Lenore Adams Becomes my FOREVER WIFE
Until it unfolds; A Dream of Everlasting LOVE not yet known
Saturday, August 25th,1971, 9:00AM, Breakfast with “DAD”
“I see the LOVE in my Daughter’s Eyes :Welcome to our Family “
Saturday, August 25th, 1971, 11:00AM
I showered, trim my beard and got dressed ,Tuxedo? : for my BRIDE
The Captain in his Dress Whites on the on the deck of our “Princess Ride”
For the Eons of Forever, in sickness and in Health, will You be by her side
“ I W I L L “
For the Eternity of LIFE Forever ; Do YOU take LENORE as YOUR BRIDE
“ I D O “
Saturday August 25th, 1971, 7:13PM , My WIFE , My LIFE, My LOVE : Entered Heaven
My Last Entree
Inspired by the Contest “ The Diary “ Sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling
POET~~
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
1st Place
As we wave goodbye to august
the last picnic the last nature hike
before the hustle and bustle of
school starting summers ending
moms hurrying children to get
immunisation holding records
transcript’s school bus schedule
finally the packet filled with papers
to sign for field trip forms picture
pamphlet permission slips emergency
contact form medication list
allergies finally the physical forms
attached with sports application
football soccer volleyball basketball
cheerleading karate after school
programs orchestra band theatre
connected with the boys and girls
club and the ymca changing the
calendar September is in view
the principal smiles as all the teachers
clean and stock their new classroom
awaiting the meet and greet pleasant
school staff I collect the fall festival
tickets start up the kettle corn machine
new assistant principal says to me
you’re an angel indeed die hard PTA
making my rounds helping to keep
my focus on this coming school year
parents raising their hands asking
questions where’s the bus schedule
my child gets motion sickness he has
peanut allergies I introduce her to the
nurse calming her fears instantly
what day and time is early release
let us wave goodbye to august and
have a wonderful safe school year
Thank you for dying for us
Thank you for saving us sinners
Thank you for suffering
Thank you for taking our place
Thank you for the nail-scarred hands
Thank you for enduring the wounds that were put upon You
Thank you for the stripes that heal our sickness and disease
Thank you for following your Father’s will
And laid down yours
Thank you for the Eternal Life that you gave
Thank you for your Blood that shields us from the evil one
Thank you Lord, so many thanks
We can’t ever thank You enough
Father – We appreciate you Lord
For all you’ve done
For all you’ve been through
Thank you Lord, our Father
Our Unjustifiable, Implausible, Inconceivable, Insupposable One
Trying times happen these days,
Sickness and hardship abound;
Stresses are felt in each place,
We should always stand our ground.
When we’re heavily laden,
We don’t utter nor conclude
That the Lord has forgotten
To make everyone’s life good.
These trials and test of life
Are the tools of the Father;
Let our trust endure the strife,
Letting not our hope waver.
Yes, the global health crisis
Simply purifies our faith;
Let not our soul go amiss,
We pray and fervently wait.
We are parts of Christ’s body,
We feel the pain felt by Head;
It’s planned by the Almighty,
As what the Lord God has said.
In the heat we burn for Pepsi
dangle feet from crick docks
Traipse with garage ice
to cheap motels,
watch a tv that's chained to a wall,
go home thinner then we came.
Poor possessions, pay-checked and broke
by Monday. Trailer bred,
no stock, just scrawny chickens,
free range ornery strays,
front yards overgrown
with ever grounded flamingo's.
In the cold we work on beat-up trucks
hoody-up, slap oily knuckles together
patch-up holes in our walls.
Go tree coons, play around
separate, divorce, but never leave.
Break open bar fight bottles,
chug-a-lug through the night
by a space heater’s eerie light.
We are not your kind,
we got a right to be low,
slow to show our sickness
our nearness to workaday dirt.
You who drive by radios in your head
masking your hollow conditions,
you keep on down that dusty road
go find your own damn
tumbleweed roots.
streaks of jet plane residue linger in the morning sky
I wonder if they were racing home or to work? I say.
My husband leans into me.
Hopefully home, he tells me.
The Ozarks hold us in place, as if we are willing captives.
We could go down to the lake, I suggest.
I have everything I need right here, my husband says.
We lean in a bit tighter. I savor this unhurried day.
Evergreen soldiers stand guard on the sides of our bench.
Arkansas shares herself in appreciation of our loyalty.
We travel here about every five years.
Silence envelops us in a giant loving hug.
Forty years, my husband says, taking my hand.
Thirty six, I correct him. Thinking of in sickness and health.
I am counting dating, he says. That was fun too!
Man. I had not even thought of that!
March 15 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 16-18
Key Verse – Joshua 18:3 And Joshua said unto the children of Israel, How long are ye slack to go to possess the land, which the LORD God of your fathers hath given you?
HEART THAT IS NOT SLACK TO POSSESS THE PROMISES OF GOD
Our heart is not slack to possess the promises of God with His bread-abundance
Despite our slothfulness’ annoyance---
We repent from indolence-endurance
Truly needful for His forgiveness-assurance.
Our heart is not slack to possess the promises of God with His health-wellness
Despite our ailment-sickness---
We repent from negligence-stubbornness
Truly eager for His healing-wholeness.
Our heart is not slack to possess the promises of God with His grace-sufficiency
Despite our commitment’s deficiency---
We repent from murmuring persistency
Truly watchful for His patience and mercy.
Our heart is not slack to possess the promises of God with His goodness-satisfaction
Despite our disobedient action---
We repent from waywardness-direction
Truly desirous for His favour and protection.
Our heart is not slack to possess the promises of God with His sustenance-nourishment
Despite our worldliness’ involvement---
We repent from vanity-enticement
Truly prayerful for His wisdom’s endowment.
Our heart is not slack to possess the promises of God with His love-nurturing
Despite our bitterness’ gesturing---
We repent from bitterness-torturing
Truly prepared for His training and rearing.
Our heart is not slack to possess the promises of God with His grace-delight
Despite our weariness because of lack of prayerfulness’ plight---
We repent from arrogance and selfishness-blight
Truly humbled for His revival light.
March 15, 2026
I rip and chew at my edges
Trying to eradicate
Placate
Eleviate
My pain
The anxiety
The part of me that threatens to freeze
My mental disease
The part I hope no one sees
The inner demons I wish to appease
The tattoos that your artistry
Injected
Under my skin
With invisible ink
Yet I feel it there with the words I think
As I claw and bite into my pink
I wish to be smoothed out
Cared about
As the blood appears it calms my shout
Exquisite pleasure wrapped in the pain
With it, some level of relief I attain
I tell myself
I can't
I won't
do it again
Yet with chewing
I feel my inner turmoil wane
The weaker bits
The inner head stitches
It helps me scratch, those indiscernible itches
Stopping the soul twitches
In shame I hide my hands
Fingers and things
The evidence my body sings
Strategicly placed
My problems kind of erased
In fabric bandages encased
Still desperation has a taste
Inner turmoil only temporarily chased
Was I designed for this
Some kind of inner sickness
Expressed in a serpent's kiss
As I'm hypnotized by it's hiss
I wonder
Is there a way
to fix this
I wish to be
a fully healed
Calmer witness
Perhaps this is my litmus
Another test I fail
For I'm a blind man
Who can't read braille
I'm bound by ropes
That help me cope
Evidence I can't wash away with soap
I wanted your yes
But always got your nope
Became an inner pauper
Surrounded by hope
Still deep down I feel like a dope
I know I have much to be thankful for
Greatly blessed I can't ask for more
Still I fear what might be waiting for me
An imaginary enemy
Hidden behind the next door
Threatening my hope for a peaceful shore
Still I know this inner tension is a gift
It's a wave on which, I've been given a lift
It helps me travel far and swift
As within life's currents I hear the music shift.
There is a tune I wish to sing
Above the maddening ring
A new place from which I wish to begin
Beyond tattoos
And cracked and bleeding skin.
Peaceful rivers
Flowing from within.
Please read Njeri Unjeri's poem Tattoo's, after reading her
poem I got to thinking of the tattoos that all of us wear.
For Nathan's Mental Illness contest.
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