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So as not to come under the scrutiny of an oncologist,
Each six months to check my moles I visit my dermatologist!
His exam is as thorough as that of an investigative criminologist.
Sometimes he'll take a biopsy and forward it to a microbiologist!
Many times he's had my moles zapped by his electrologist,
Or provides an RX for medications from the pharmacologist!
If he suspects any cell abnormalities he'll call in his cytopathologist,
Or send me down the hall to consult with his peer, the etiologist!
I don't want to come under the knife of that "cut-up", the pathologist,
Nor do I want to be listed in the obituaries by a passionless necrologist!
To keep this old frame free of moles I have no faith in a cosmetologist,
So, I'll continue to bare my hide for inspection by my dermatologist!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Nikko Palmario's "Holy MOLE-y!! Contest - August 2010
Last few years
I had so many fears.
Tears
I knew I was dying.
To myself I was not lying.
Dying alone made me afraid
In my brain I stayed
Life is good
Must be understood
I had to learn faith in me
After awhile you will see
Stop thinking of all the bad
It will only make you sad
Be glad.
I did not care if I died
But I always tried
To understand
Your heart is the souls band
The rhythm of your heart beat
Is a treat.
The music of life
Did not understand till I went under the knife.
I see now.
I'm learning how
To live again
I am stronger for where I have been
My life is not the sin.
The sin is the no value in myself.
No greater wealth
Than life beating through your vains.
Wash away the stains
I have no fear
But I know life should be held dear
So much I can do
This is true
Only I can do this for me
Hate
Bad fate
Love is the way.
I think I am here to stay
I beat the odds they gave me.
Do you not see.
Do not be afraid to live
This advice I give
I am now strong
Been in pain so long
In my heart there beats a song
I got this
Life is bliss
You can too
Do not be blue
You got this as well
I can tell
Life is great
Changed my fate
As can you
I tell you true.
God above
Fills my heart with love
Makes me see
The beauty there be.
Just have to look
My life was not took
Means I need to write a book
Talking of love
From God above
When e'er i chance
to steel a passing glance
in the mirror hairline fractures appear
than 'afore long
snap, crackle, pop
becomes crystal clear,
whence aluminium glass mirror
(made of a float glass
incorporating additional processes)
leaves highly reflective surface patina 'ere
one narcissist ken
while away countless hours
preening, primping, and pruning
e'en the slightest glare
ring blemish finds cause
for cosmetic surgery
evincing interlinear
crows feet and dark
circular "bags" that distinctly lear,
which medical term for skin folds
and ballottable skin edema
described as “festoon,”
or “malar mound,”
an eye sore overclear
demanding immediate
dermatological action
(if necessary) taking
extra adipose tissue from rear
end supposed extra junk in the trunk,
where derrière,
would not be unduly sore,
perhaps requiring
(whatever would suture self)
plus extra padded underwear
which subjugation voluntarily
"going under the knife,"
would stave off depredations aging
(such as puffy eyes)
at least for another year.
That day has been branded when my world did stop
I experienced new meaning to that word called shock
How that womb through which I was first brought into life
has now been rendered so void having gone under the knife
While doctors and medicine had been one form of plight
living with cancer had imposed its own fright
So when her will to live seemed to be giving up the fight
My world around me began to look very blight
What words and what feelings can overcome
that moment of emptiness standing under the sun
How naked and shallow does all reality take
when your meaning for life gives you nothing but ache
What reflections would weigh, when my tears started
other than my mother before me, my mother now departed
A soul has been released from our world below
no longer to bring me her smile with her loving hello
“First I was afraid, I was petrified…
I WILL SURVIVE”
I can still hear those words going through my head…
Cancer
We don’t know how long you had been lurking
But like a silent thief in the night you crept into our life
Turning our whole world upside down
So many questions
Can it be cured?
Will the cancer be eradicated forever?
But no one can give a definite answer
So many things to consider…
As the side effects of any treatment can be so cruel
But tough decisions would have to be made to save your life
We could only hope and pray you were one of the lucky ones
Before you went under the knife
You said these words to me…
I WILL SURVIVE
Two and a half years later you remain cancer free
Dedicated to my husband and anyone who can relate to these lines
Unhinged Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Lyrics quoted from the song I will Survive by Gloria Gaynor
26~08~16
Been diagnosed with start of glaucoma
It certainly was to be expected
Members of my family have also suffered
So why wouldn't I be affected
As most families go, so go its members
Very few of us miss this inheritance
Scads of money would be much more welcome
But we're all a slave to happenstance
Hopefully it's progress is really slow moving
And I'm good for a while yet to come
Not keen on anything to do with the eyeballs
Feel squeamish and come all undone
Maybe I'll be spared and catch a good break
I won't need to go under the knife
That word knife always scares the poop out of me
The most disturbing word of my life
“Okay Jack, you're sissy side is showing
Remember you're a male, stand up tall!”
Male, schmale, I cringe at the image
Of a doctor scraping my eyeballs
© Jack Ellison 2013
There was a Homeless guy on the corner holding a sign
It said I need some help, I'm running out of time
So I stopped and asked him, how come and why
He told me he has cancer and he might have to die
He needs to have surgery to remove a tumor from behind his eye
Should I believe him, it could all be a lie
He said he has three kids and a wife
And can't afford to go under the knife because of the price
If he doesn't get it done soon, he will no longer exist
I had this overwhelming feeling to help, I just couldn't resist
The tears in his eyes made me believe he was telling the truth
I know longer needed anymore proof
He said he was unable to work due to his condition
The tumor had started to make him lose most of his vision
So I pulled out my wallet and I helped him out
Isn't that what kindness is all about
I hate to see people go without
They are people too, it's the least we could do
Even if what there telling us, is not completely true
Faith in humanity needs to be restored
So please everybody, jump on board
There down on there luck and need a little help
Have a little sympathy, the kind that I felt
Form:
"The Meaning of Life"
by: Eric L. Boddie
As Life Was Given To Adam, He Was Never To Know Death
Jealousy caused satan to approach him through stealth
It was Adam's blunder that spawned the race of man
And The Gift Of Free Will means that we can choose to Eternally Stand
Under God's Merciful Protection, you can't even imagine a better place to be
Accepting The Sacrifice Of Christ, That's The Meaning Of Life to me
Reincarnation is a sham....how much trust can truly be placed in another's breath
I won't try to sell you on God Because I Felt His Touch for myself
And that is all the Proof I need to understand that Only With Him Is There Life
You Have To Find That For self, otherwise, you're as helpless as a puppet under the knife
3.Watercolors.
I could talk about love,
The rainbows she painted at the end of my dark skies,
But I'm colour blind.
And this congenital defect is exactly why I'm the worst.
Kissing her is painful,
From sadness that injects into my lips like lip fillers.
Scars from going under the knife extending both sides of my smile like the joker.
The big picture filters everything else as we then pose side by side.
Disguising the stained armour with a polished glint
Because it matters what she thinks as part of the collective good
Maybe I'm not the hero she deserves, but have deemed myself one she needs right now.
The magic we conjured deceives just like the bible says,
It is a sleight of hand by a villainous clown everybody hates to love.
All along she's been the one.
It was a movement 70 million strong
So the CCP decided to annihilate Falun Gong
You wouldn’t think the movement was much of a threat
It was non-political, but its doom was set.
Normally a good thing – new organs extend life
But China put Falun folks under the knife
Organ transplants became a revenue source
That evil still has not run its course.
The details make your heart freeze
The best organs come from donors without disease
Donors shouldn’t be old, and not dead for long
What better source than the Falun Gong?
Dr. Zheng Zhi witnessed a tied down young man
Still alive, doctors and staff carried out the plan
Cut out his kidneys, corneas, death by operation
The man's eyes still haunt Zheng, shame of a nation.
Eyes desperate and fearful and in pain
An enemy of the people, annihilated for gain
Still alive, inside him a silent scream
Macabre, hard to believe, must be a bad dream.
Its valid to be cautious when extreme evil is assigned
In a word full of paranoia, we must keep a skeptical mind
But it's also true when brakes are off, and ethics go down hill
You end up in a place where medical staff torture and kill.
Many of us use Chinese media like TikTok every day
We buy Chinese products, our colleges take their pay
Under Mao, millions died, but that was then, now to get facts
we rely on testimony, and indirect stats.
But skeptics must realize beneath normality’s veneer,
Evil may flourish, and innocents disappear.
Let's hope this doesn't show what they'd do to you, if they could
Goodness without strength, always loses to strength without good.
The movement preached compassion, seventy million strong,
But the hard men with the power annihilated Falun Gong.