Long Tumour Poems
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Reflected light is shimmering here,
finding me floundering in my fluff,
gazing at this shattered glass
as I dance, dance away, away.
I cut my bare toes -
sixty steps to the minute,
those sixty seconds, sixty seconds:
click-click, tick-tock, bop-bop.
Your shine dims like a dull, dull dime
in my battered brain, seeing the blood
on my toes, as they dance, prance
on the shattered shimmering glass.
A battered brain is shapeless stuff
that lets me flounder in my fluff.
The shattered brain sees shattered glass.
They'll take this tumour away.
Will humour return, humanity remain,
once I've danced, pranced
for those surgical folk in masks
who'll take knives to my brain?
(6/7 Feb 2023)
It’s fifty years since people said
Look… on the tele… Hitler
And maybe you just sat there stunned
Like something big had bit ya
There, on the keyboard, Ronald Mael
His brother, Russ, the singer
They grabbed me then, forevermore
Their song? A real humdinger
Five decades on, they're in my soul
I’m sure they’ve shaped my humour
They’re an integral part of me
No rumour and no tumour*
And do you know what’s truly mad…
Their album, just released
‘Mad!’ is its name, and there’s no shame
That number two it reached
It came to pass, they’d come anew
And these shores would be blessed
To be here for the me and you
Like THEY would be OUR guest
***
I had a ticket, bought and paid
My idols I would see
I cannot wait to see them
And I’ll travel land and sea
But what the hell; all is not well
My passage has been blocked
There is an ocean I must cross
But all my plans are rocked
For there’s a festival at large
Of which I was unknowing
The ferries that I planned to use
Are booked to overflowing
My car can’t fly and nor can I
And no one’s dug a tunnel
The ferry services are full
Both Wightlink and Red Funnel
I cannot swim the waters
Though they hold quite placid sharks
And so I’ll always rue the day
When I did not see Sparks
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*Rumours spread like tumours, too too fast and too too true (from BC by Sparks)
So they have decided,
It's come right from the top,
Governments reaction,
My benefits should stop,
They think that 2 years of grief is enough,
But no matter how hard a couples enough,
You've had a long spell of time to recharge,
And to be part of a workforce so to give it large,
To us you look normal,
Your physically fit,
No sign of a wheelchair it's time to commit,
You have no excuses,
We will give you a call,
Your stories no different,
It happens to us all,
I call you today,
After hours in fear,
Feeling so anxious,
And wiping a tear,
My nerves are all shot,
My grief is still strong,
Caring for 3 years,
And one day she's gone,
But in that 3 years,
I saw what cancer can do,
Eat you inside out,
As the tumour just grew,
Losing your dignity,
Morals and you,
Losing body functions,
What could I do,
I lost my own battle,
One I could not win from the start,
Now you say I've got through this,
You don't have a heart.
Got a nasty rash ?
To the laptop dash
Turn it on and see
What that nasty rash could be !
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Could that boil be cancer?
Best not use the lancer,
Got to check it out,
See what it’s all about.
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit.
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Having trouble on the throne ?
It could be a kidney stone,
Too much calcium I’m sure
Or could it be something more ?
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Ringing in your ear ?
Well help is very near
In WEBmd we trust
It could be tinnitus.
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Do the symptoms fit?
Will I get over it ?
How long have I got ?
Don’t get tied up in a knot
Just Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Check the specification
Of every medication
Just log on and connect
To see every side effect
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Heartburn or indigestion ?
That’s the kind of question
You need the answers quick
So just key it in and click
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Is it just a chat room rumour
Could this really be a tumour ?
Don’t end up getting stressed
Just put your browser to the test
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
So when you’ve made your diagnosis
And determined your prognosis,
Don’t let your worries breed,
Let the fear and stress recede.
Oh google it, google it,
Find a lovely place to sit,
Enjoy the sun and have a drink
And pull yourself back from the brink !
Today was the day my partner would go,
Through the tunnel of light and her pain was no more,
My pain begins the end I don't know,
Today is no different the pain seems to grow,
I had the misery to watch her decline,
A tumour malignant but why not benign,
To witness my partner suffer like this,
Her last days she slept,
For me it was bliss,
Throughout her long illness we had to many scares,
From moments of collapsing or soiling her wears,
Problems with treatments,
Bad news from her scans,
Cathata keep blocking on the leg where it hangs,
Eight hours in chemo,
No fun on your own,
We were in a pandemic,
I'm forced to stay home,
Then to return after such a long day,
Hoping the treatment kept cancer at bay,
My partner stayed strong,
She put up a good fight,
To be free of the cancer ,
She must head for the light.
A friend is a smile in a
tearsful face,
and a blessing to human
race.
A unique gift to have,
and a wonderful treasure to
crave.
A friend is a home not so far
away,
and a guilding star that
lights up your way.
A friend will stand by you in
all that you do,
and will never call you a
fool.
A friend is a true gift valued
than gold,
and an amazing being to
hold.
A friend is like a shining
star,
and a medicine that can
heal even the deepest scar.
A true friend makes u smile,
when you remember them
from a thousand mile.
A friend brings that long
lasting victory,
when there is an unending
misery.
A friend wipes away all
atom of sorrow,
and gives you hope for
tomorrow.
A friend is that option when
you have no choice,
and that word when you
have no voice.
A friend is sweeter than
honey,
and more valued than
money.
A friend makes a heart that
never breaks,
and holds you tight when
ever there is life queaks.
A friend makes a smile that
never fails,
and makes you comfortable
like your nails.
A friend makes a touch that
never pains,
and sweetens your heart
like sugar canes.
A friend is inevitable and
unforgetable,
and it love is indispensible
and irrplaceable.
A friend gives you joy that
last forever,
and makes it unbreakable
no matter the weather.
A friend is that voice you
hear in your heart,
when your whole life is torn
apart.
A friend gives you a sense
of humour,
and makes you forget any
scene oe a tumour.
I was asked ' A FRIEND IS
WHO '? ,
and i told them that a
friend is ' YOU '.
The real you underneath
The tumour hiding beneath the surface
Secreting poison into the blood
Toxin controlling every motivation
The knife should cut the malignancy out
Hide it under the rug
Mould the clay and be reborn anew
No one has to know
Accomplishments aplenty throughout life
The gold, the glory has never shined bright enough
Shined bright enough to cleanse the shame
Patchwork of moss concealing the truth
Others behaving in this way would be put to the pyre
Burnt away
Sacrificed as an offering to self happiness
Lies
So desperate for affection they would tolerate just about anything
In the distance people thinking the world of them
They will not notice
It does not make sense
The soundproof box a sanctuary
The blindfold a choice
What is real and what is not?
When the shadows descend and the whispers are all around
They imagine the dark
The light switched off by their own doing
The self loathing necessary to function
They would forget themselves
The fear they would feel nothing at all without it
But the greatest mistake of all is believing the mistake is them
This stranger, this alien who does not belong in this world
Their error the denial that someone may genuinely love them
Their self worth
Their beauty
Only depicted in the mirror of another gentle soul
And now to bed, and try once more for sleep,
but soon the subconscious starts to then weep
the rotten/rotting truth into the deep
of mind and body; those slow seconds seep.
Thus not weeks later doth the cough begin,
and nights loom painful, like ritual sin,
the pores leak and drip the guilt onto skin,
while the soul howls quietly, and death creeps in.
And over the years that pass forth so quick,
that constant cough becomes a tumour, thick,
inside corrupted lungs where it does stick,
cancerous cells into a heart of sick.
The cruelty of time that drives on by,
would it'd never make a person cry,
but anyone who lives each day a lie,
scars their own epitaph before they die.
Heaven sent famed foodie pearl named after a chap from Kent
Treat with street cred neat feat stuff spread betwixt slice of bread
Hell bent that sarnie blarney intent as naans bent unfurl rotis curl
Tastebuds tamed twirl senses swirl a shame came from an Earl
If spice thrills are your vice or instead perhaps fills you with dread
Across the map.. bam.. bao..bahn mi or a bap.. cash well spent
Gutter scam peanut butter and jam glut just an instagram sham
Tut..cram full of ham..croque monsieur or more glam his madame
Or unctuous wheeze of the rambunctious tease of the Portuguese
Place booked am already hooked on a cheese toasty pan cooked
Slutty don’t give a damn.. a smutty chip butty lovely calorie slam
Wham bam decadent event prevent Hawaiian trying frying spam
Not being hasty Reubens are as tasty as cigars from the Cubans
Top grub can’t snub or choose a sub over jurassic classic the Club
Bocadillo peccadillo maybe tyro with gyro bambino with baby panino
Bespoked umami army of smoked salmon bagels or rye & pastrami
Shawarma true performer why magic number is 3 top of the tree BLT
Warren Zevon when terminal tumour did linger even had seminal humour
No rumour since a boy no glitch the singer was a finger food consumer
This baby boomer’s final pitch said without a hitch what made life rich
Not being a snitch Warren a quote hatched as knew couldn’t be matched
What did bewitch scratched that itch you can’t ditch because life’s a b*tch
The highlight another delight just dispatched so must “Enjoy Every Sandwich”
Better to be an honest and shrewd man than to be an innocent dolt,
Better to be an enlightened pagan than to be a short-sighted piece of flesh and bone,
Better to be a frugal voluptuary than to be an impressionable vagabond,
Better to rule in the streets than to serve in a castle.
Better to be in a crowd than standing alone on an isolated road,
Better to enjoy the rain than to be a parched fowl in the desert,
Better to put on a hat than to stand still in the hail,
Better to be a stern bystander than to live in tremendous ache.
Better to be a sceptic than to be an unsighted tumour,
Better to sit tight than to walk on water,
Better to be a remarkable clickbait than to be a foolish mercenary,
Better to be a judge than to be an instrument of judgment.
Better to be a brute than to be an unspeakable human,
Better to raise the voice than to stay always hushed,
Better to be a revenant than to be a destined passer-by,
Better to be a knight than to be a mere guard.
Better to lie in your own sewer than to sleep in someone else's nursery,
Better to welcome the changes than to stand alone, bearing the ancient typos,
Better to eat alone than to waste at a feast,
Better to be always you than to copy a protagonist.