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Being together is not living glued ...
It is not to require constant presence,
It's not talking constantly ...
Being together when always
possible to be together ...
Have lunch, dinner and appreciate
the moments together ...
Lie in the same bed
even without making love
continually ... but it's having
affection in gestures and
words ... respect the
thinking of each other without
conflict ...
It's arguing without fighting,
debate without imposing ...
In everything supply love ...
Love to praise, to download
or lift the toilet lid ...!
Is to be doing on a daily basis
things whenever possible together ...
Accompany the doctor, providing assistance ...
Be patient when shopping, at the hairdresser,
on the football couch, in the armchair of serial ...
Search the cooking recipes ...
and cook together,
Laugh together whenever possible ...
cry together with sympathetic emotion ...
Respect feelings and ways,
but look for common achievements ...
Project the house, the couple, the future
the children ...
Be a husband and wife anywhere;
At home, on the street, in dreams ...
Being together is fighting, persisting,
Forgiving, Relieving, Supporting ...
And love, love, love ...
This is being together ...!
I’ve developed tennis elbow; it really is quite sore
It’s a medical condition that I’ve never had before
So I went down to the doctor and knocked upon his door
It’s a common ailment, he’s seen it many times I’m sure
He wrote me a prescription; oh boy he’s really funny
Told me to watch the Olympics – not pretend I’m Andy Murray!
I’ve got some painkilling gel, which really does seem to help
And a tubigrip bandage, so constrictive it made me yelp
I struggled to get this ‘tube’ on but it restricted the flow of blood
So I’ve ditched it in the bin - it was causing more harm than good
Now I’ve put on an old crepe bandage, which seems to do the trick
I’ve now come to the sad conclusion… I’m becoming a geriatric!
08~16~16
The doctor’s intake nurse smiled at me. “What is your diet like?”
For a brief second I thought about lying. Yes, it is that bad.
But I tell the truth.
“Here is my typical day. Two cups of coffee, no water, a frozen
lunch – usually frozen lasagna, a whole family sized bag of barbecued
potato chips when I get home from school, and a piece of key lime pie.
If I am still hungry before I go to bed, I have another piece of key lime
pie. I know I am supposed to drink lots of water. I drink two glasses of iced
tea a day, but no water. I do not like it.”
The intake nurse says “okay”. Makes a note.
The doctor comes in. She asks me about my diet. I tell her the same story.
She smiles at me. “I did not mean just today,” she says.
I smile back.
“Neither did I,” I tell her.
There's no need for you to worry
No need for you to fret
I've been to see the doctor
And he says I'm not a threat
He says that I'm not dangerous
And I will be okay
And that the voices in my head
Will one day go away
If unhinged were bottle rockets
I might light up the night sky
I could snap at any moment
But I promise not to bite
Don't be nervous I'm not contagious
Though I'm not a betting man
My mind's just on hiatus
Out building castles in the sand
So you see there's no need to worry
Or call the authorities
But if non compos mentis came in Slurpees
I'm pretty sure my brain would freeze
Perhaps I see things differently
Than the normal side of town
Doesn't mean I'm pushing crazy
I'm just tugging on its hand
A VISIT TO THE DOCTOR
I had a bad cold,
And my throat was sore,
My husband told,
Me to go to the Doctor,
Before I got flu!
I made an appointment and was due,
To be seen at two o’clock.
I sat down next to a young man,
Who had the pock,
He was coughing and
Spluttering all over me,
Can’t you see,
Don’t you care,
Are you not aware,
That you’re spreading your germs,
All around this place,
He got up with a red face,
And sat on a chair at the back
Which fell as he sat for he was big,
And the chair had a crack!
As soon as he left, sat a lady,
She told me she had shingles,
Just to look at her gave me tingles.
I got up very concerned and ready
To take my next seat
I chose one whose occupant I didn’t suspect,
For physically I couldn’t detect,
Anything visible, she told me
She had swine flu,
And my flu vaccine was overdue!
I shot up and was ready to leave,
But the next patient was a toddler
Who seemed very shy, and I
Did not register,
That he seemed to have lumps
His Mom told me
Her youngster had mumps,
After he had sat on my knee,
And had a chew on my car-key!
I phoned my husband and told him,
That I had been in touch with a toddler,
With mumps,
I could immediately hear he fell down
In the dumps
For he had never had mumps,
And disliked the thought of getting
These lumps,
And of course any repercussion thereafter,
Would certainly not be a matter,
For laughter!
As I was about to leave,
A little girl arrived with measles,
Who repeatedly said
Mom I don’t like needles!
This was too much I was going home,
I opened my bag, and put back my phone.
We both thought it was certainly safer,
To go home and take a Corenza!
So if you get sick,
Try and get better on your own,
Or try to speak to your
Doctor on the phone,
For whatever it was I had,
If I’d stayed at the Doctor's rooms
I’d be sicker, sad
And feeling bad!
The doctor told me to write things down because of my failing memory.
I was about to do something, but now I've forgotten.
Oh yes, now I remember. I was about to get something to eat.
"Dear?" I asked my wife, "Would you like some ice cream?"
"Thank you. Yes I would" she replied to me.
"Better write it down," she continued to say,
"You've probably already forgotten what happened yesterday."
"I can remember to get you ice cream," I said, "I don't need to write it down."
"Well I want whipped cream on it too," she went on to say, "You had better write that down."
"Ice cream with whipped cream," I said, "I've got it. I don't have to write it down."
"Could you then please put chocolate syrup over it with a cherry on top," she asked,
"like we used to do when we first met?
You best write all of this down Dear because I fear you're most certainly going to forget."
"I Won't Forget Dear!" I said in my best loving stern voice,
"Now allow me to go and fetch you your ice cream."
I know she means well, but she can drive me batty as hell
Good thing I love her. Ya know what I mean?
I shouldn't have been so stern. I love her so much.
60 years of marriage is something to boast.
To absolve my guilt I shall serve her royally and be the most gracious host.
I'll serve her with this elaborate serving tray
with a single red rose placed in a vase
and as I placed the serving tray before her, I say, "Your Highness."
and then I'm pale as a ghost.
The look she gives to me is disappointment obviously.
It wasn't the look that I had expected at most.
"Did I forget something Dear?" I asked looking at her beacon and eggs.
To which she replied, " You always forget the toast."
I'm sorry Dear," I say with my smile turning to frown.
"You were right all along. I should have written it all down."
The mailman is certainly sketchy
way to tall and sort of gangly,
his arms are long and his skin is pale.
He arrives at 10:04 without fail,
never sooner; never later,
and my old dog never barks
like he does at the park,
be it leaf or be it squirrel,
be it a little girl that twirls,
or be it nothing there at all!
The Earth is flat
and landing on the moon was fake,
I simply don’t believe in that,
but I think the mailman is an alien.
I’m convinced his vehicle is a UFO
that transforms and flies at night,
or did I see that on a TV show
long ago when I was eight?
The doctor says to take my meds,
the aliens are in my head!
Sure Doc, because bees don’t sting,
and a hollow moon doesn’t ring.*
*On November 20, 1969, NASA deliberately crashed the Apollo 12 lunar module into the Moon, causing it to vibrate or "ring like a bell" for nearly an hour. This phenomenon sparked theories that the Moon is hollow (like a bell).
The doctor told me, Mom was going away,
so many tears I've cried since that day;
my tears could fill all the oceans and seas in this world,
Mom said to me, don't cry, don't be afraid.
It seems like yesterday.
She said, I have suffered for so very long,
I have fought a terrible battle and I have lost;
And I am so very, very tired, can you not see that child,
I nodded, dried my tears and held her close.
It seems like yesterday.
I stayed beside her bed and watched her sleep,
Holding her hand and counting every gasping breath;
Finally the end came in the light of dawn with birds chirping,
Allowed to cry now, I wept, I wept.
It seems like yesterday.
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July 23, 2013
Poetry/Verse/It Seems Like Yesterday
Copyright Protected, ID 07-494-460-23
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Submitted to Standard contest, Highest Views,
sponsor, Casarah Nance Judged 2013
Fourth Place
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Submitted to the Premier contest, Favorite Old Poem #2,
sponsor, Shadow , Judged 2013
Third Place
April 25, 2018
Of time Past-
I cannot discard you (memory)
no matter how far I push you away
you come c r e e p i n g like a wild vine
deep in the corridors of my mind you grow . . .
I wish you would depart
but NO- I am viewing you in technicolor
like a movie well played . . .
It is the death of my mother-
her time has run out
"call your family" said the doctor
and I did- I called each one
one who did not come- my nephew
my sister said- "he is afraid of death"
(who isn't) . . .
he was a grown man not a child
mother died -
a sweet beloved bird f l u t t e r e d away
quietly- just as she had lived her short life
(I have held my thoughts to me . . .)
When he was a small baby
my mother purchased for HIM
all his diapers, formula, food, toys and clothes
she paid for the rent of an apartment
she was the prime babysitter for years and years
but HE could not come on the day of her D E A T H
a grown man could not pay his respect
I have never forgotten- never forgiven
(maybe I should . . . )
and I can only talk about it in my journal
n e v e r to my family-
so I keep it inside of me to come creeping
to make me angry again and again and again
Outside birds are chirping and a gentle breeze blows
perhaps a walk will make this memory
depart or at least f a d e - (why am I weeping ?)
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April 25, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Journal Entry, April 25, 2018
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1016-823-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Entered in the contest Best Free Verse in April 2018
(not for a contest) sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
It was late in January when I received a call from Chicago
A younger sister called one day and said, “Please listen,
Because our older sister Ella is now missing”.
She said that she was looking everywhere.
Worried, shocked, and sad, I needed more air.
There was a rush of thoughts that I could not bear.
In California, I was so many miles away. I felt helpless and began to pray.
The hours slowly passed as we waited to hear,
Hoping so desperately that Ella would soon be near.
Hours turned into days, and I began to feel the pain of fear.
It seems two days passed, and we got word that Ella was found.
So happy at first, but as my sister spoke, my head began to pound.
She said, “Ella is in the hospital from a terrible accident
From the sound of her voice, I could tell what she meant
Ella had no I D, which was the reason for so much suspense
The night was long; something went wrong; soon, Ella would be gone.
The next day was long; I went to the phone;
and Ella was barely hanging on.
The doctor told my younger sister that Ella was too weak to survive.
My emotions went wild, when I realized that Ella would not be alive.
Yes, Ella had passed, and deep within me was that unforgettable cry
Originally written around 2007