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Premium Member Response To If

If I could make you see that I am finally ready to love I would.

What you perceived as hate was me protecting my shattered heart.

If I could take back all the times I hurt you and made you feel unloved
I would.

It was not that I didn't want to love you, I didn't know how to love.


If I could I perform surgery on your broken heart, I would give you a 
brand new heart.


All the times that I said I loved you , I desperately wanted it to be true.

If I could I make you see that person I am today loves only you, I would.


Inspired by The Response to “If” Contest
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© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Poof a True Story

I broke my ankle and my foot,
On a ski trip that we took.

My boot was loose it flew off,
Landing me in a pile of fluff.

I looked down and my foot was cockeyed,
The pain so intense I wanted to die.

My husband in shock as he arrived,
Frozen tears fell from my eyes.

Went to emergency,
With great urgency.

You have a dislocated ankle,
Said Dr. Stankle.

After putting it back in place,
Off to x-rays we did race.

"Well" said Stankle with a serious look,
"You also have a fractured foot."

"You'll need surgery in a few weeks,
Go home and try to get some sleep."

So I hobbled around in a cast,
Wish that I could change the past.

Surgery day came I couldn't wait,
Now I have screws and several plates.

I can't walk on my shattered foot,
In the near future I'll need a boot.

Walking and standing will come with time,
All because of something I liked.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Darling Blue's Rhyme Schema

VIEW THROUGH as I DREW, my darling HUE: color BLUE
TRY to FLY HIGH! HIGH! then greet HI to fluffy SKIES;
Don't SPRY, don't be SHY! Be SLY pass BY with one SIGH; 
My darling HUE: color BLUE; VIEW THROUGH as I DREW. 

To feel THRILL be STILL as you SAIL; TRAIL the TALE of blue WHALES
In blue OCEAN, see WOVEN MOTION, CHOSEN shots a GOLDEN TOKEN
A NUMBER SHUTTER of the HUNTER  is a THUNDER WONDER for LOVERS
TRAIL the TALE of blue WHALES to feel THRILL be STILL as you SAIL.

THREE SHE AGREE as EMCEES to SEE the deep blue SEA.
Feelings so GLEE 'cause it's FREE, excited together they FLEA!
With their KNIGHTS, the HEARTY gals PARTY all NIGHT long 
To SEE the deep blue SEA THREE SHE AGREE as EMCEES.

One and TWO but time FLEW; many CLUES I KNEW I GREW
OOH! There are FEW BLUES I want to STREW and BOO.
OUGHT for TAUT FOUGHT, DROP SHOT NOT to be DISTRAUGHT.
Many CLUES I KNEW I GREW, One and TWO but time FLEW.

HIDDEN in ZEN's GARDEN DEN, There TEN blue butterflies beauty GEN.
DANCING while playing then TEASING and KISSING all roseBUDS.
No blue DRUGS but BLOODS afire with some BUGS all did RUB.
There TEN blue butterflies beauty GEN, HIDDEN in ZEN's GARDEN DEN.

Despite RAINY DAYS, SHAKY KATIE delivered her blue BABY SAFELY.
God, she PLEASED as after SURGERY, LADY KATIE'S AMY join the NAVY.
Her DISEASE neither FREEZE nor CEASE her KNEES;
SHAKY KATIE delivered her blue BABY SAFELY despite RAINY DAYS.

VIEW THROUGH as I DREW, my darling HUE: color BLUE
My darling HUE: color BLUE; VIEW THROUGH as I DREW. 


(c) Olive Eloisa
5:49pm
July 02, 2014

List of rhymes used:

View, through, drew, hue,blue 
Try,fly,high,hi,skies
Spry,shy,sly,sigh

Flew,clues,two,knew,grew
Ooh,few,blues,strew,boo,
Ought; taut, fought, shot, not,distraught

Three,agree,she, emcee,sea
Glee,free. Flea,Hearty party knight, night

Hidden, Zen, garden, den, ten, gen
Dancing, playing, teasing, kissing
Drugs, blood,bugs,rosebuds,rub


Rainy, days, shaky,Katie, baby, safely
Lady, Amy, surgery, navy
Disease, freeze, cease, knees, pleased

Feel, thrill, still, sail, trail, tale, whales
Ocean, woven, motion, chosen, golden, token
Number, shutter, hunter, thunder, wonder, lover

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Form: Rhyme

Sweet Seashell Queen

sweet seashell queen
just had surgery to remove a tumor off her brain stem
today she celebrates her 6th BirthDay
whatever she wants is the law of our world
i almost choke up thinking about how brave she was
hell, she gave me hope, encouragement, and inspiration
i tell her she can go in the water....but not too far
she replies by saying, 'i am on vacation when i am by your side'
she then puts the most beautiful seashells in my hand and rests her head in my lap
we listen to the waves for hours
she falls asleep....and i fall even more in love with this amazing little girl
when she wakes up, she asks if we could go and get the blue bubble gum ice cream
i remind her that it is her day and that she is the sweet seashell queen
she put the seashell crown i surprised her with just before we headed out back on 
with a snaggletooth smile she says with her head slightly tilted to the right 'OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Heaven's Grace

Heaven's grace 
By Michelle Morris
04/11/2022

Count back from 10
Leave your body behind
Get the surgery done
Out of sight, out of mind

If only we could heal
Our problems the same way
Cut them out with scalpels
Disposed of in medical waste

But life is complicated
More often than we realise
We can try to simplify it
But it's difficult with emotional ties

Being human takes its toll
That's why we die at the end
No one should live forever
The lessons are part of our journey

Everyone has their problems
No one is exempt from the tests
We only choose different paths
To learn and grow to be our best

Everyone has choices to make
No one else can do it for our souls 
The triumphs and the losses
Are ultimately ours to hold

Maybe if we count back from 10
Breathe slowly and meditate
We'll find solutions in the ethers
And raise ourselves to Heaven's grace 

© Michelle Morris, 2022
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Ill

Sitting alone in the magazined room 
Reading health trends at our local GP.
There was a group of eight, down and out, 
Thinking there’s places we’d all rather be.

I hear my name, “Yes, this should be quick”,
I go and sit on the examination table.
This doc should be able to fix everything up,
A few pills to make me feel stable.

He then gets a call, leaves with a smile. 
“Bugger” I hear myself think.
So I sit there and observe the eye charts, 
Reading glasses, computers and little white sink.

And this gets me thinking, I wonder what ills 
People come here to this surgery to fix?
Who needs the penlight, hammer, and scale?
Who needs the tongue depressing lips?

Are these for acne, sore arms, sore legs, 
Colds, sneezing fits, small limps or runny noses?
How many are hypochondriacs just wanting a talk, 
Saying they’re allergic to little red roses?

But then I see the defibrillator, catheters, 
Blood pressure gauge, gloves and needles.
It’s clear some folks are really crook, with arthritis,
Strokes, cancers or measles.

So I get off my overblown, inflated high horse, 
And appreciate what this doc goes through.
And then he returned, diagnosed my affliction. 
Smiling he said “Rest, drink water and use a tissue”.
Form: Quatrain

The Necromancer’s Tears

He weeps, assigned to mourn for others who
Had none to mourn them, none to say goodbye,
Those whose harm medicine can’t undo,
Whose bodies he takes apart each passing night.

He scrubs, a cleansing ritual, to keep
Away the microscopic things unseen
The rite distracts from tears he wants to weep,
The tears a spell for spirits in between.

The spirits who pass on under his knife,
Though now are still and silent, him remind 
Of another who once left this life,
Whose spirit longed for, tried for, peace to find.

But now is not the time to cry and mourn,
For there’s a job, as reason is to rhyme
For some, still from this life, who, not yet torn,
Without these gifts, would soon run out of time.

The necromancer’s tears are never shown,
But what he does has ripples far and wide.
Now for his former acts he can atone,
His magic helping those on either side.
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Form: Rhyme

Surgery Success For Happiness

She was lost and so afraid
From decisions that were made
To go under a sharp knife
And change her quality of life
A very long time ago
That built up as she would grow
Never really fitting in
With woman parts under her skin
Feeling there was something more
She decided to explore
And find a key to happiness
Settling for nothing less
Time, doctors and therapy
Telling friends and family
Hoping that they will accept
With love and care and not neglect
This new life choice to be free
From all the insanity
That was causing pain each day
Knowing that there was a way
To fix a problem with a smile
That's been going on a while
Knowing when it is complete
Sorrow she can just delete
Moving forward as a man
Hoping others understand
Sometimes people need to change
As they start to re-arrange
Years gone by and years to be
Hoping others like her see
They don't have to run and hide
Loved ones will stick by their side
Giving support needed to
Be happy like me and you
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member World of Nora

Her name was Nora, she had not had a house since she was in her twenties.
Parents died, her money ran out, her emotional illness kept her in the streets.
She was not just content, she was happy. Her life was fine; she had friends. 
She sang, danced, and played her days away. In the evenings she had a fire.

“Here’s our girl!” her friends said. They shared what they had, which was little.
It was more than enough.  She did not worry about paying rent or utilities.
She felt sorry for those who worked eight hours a day to pay for empty houses.
She could not imagine a day without friendship, dancing, singing and play.

The Apocalypse is coming, someone said tonight as they stood by the fire.
They laughed. 
Wondering why the suits wearing tennis shoes were wearing masks.
Are they all going to do surgery? Jett asked. 
There was more laughter. 
They did not know about the pandemic. 
They were simply loving their lives.

Tools

8/12/16


It started out with our hands across the lands
For women and man

Later on, changed to wood, and stones
As well as tools made of bones

After a while it was gold
For the lucky, priviledged and old
It stilled grabbed hold
Of many souls
Because they wanted power and full control

Next came copper
Helping others progress and prosper
Deposits found above and below the water
As well as near or far from any poplars

Truth be told
It's disputed on which came first copper, silver or gold?

Let's go on to silver
It helped many pilfer
And was made into currency during Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter

Then came lead
Helping others get ahead
Despite how many bled and wound up dead
Underneath skies that were occasionally red

After this was tin
Giving certain people the advantage so that they could win
As other planets and the Earth continued to spin

Now it was iron
That was acquired
Forged and made while using fire
And the same could be said prior

Doesn't matter if
Many metals came after this

The last one I will speak on for now is mercury
Still to this day all these metals and others are used currently
Some of which make tools used in surgery
Either way all are valuable in some way and can net some currency

Still to this day hands are used
Time has shown and prove

By: Dalton Ogletree
Form: Rhyme

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