Trying to spring clean
And muscle spasms are a thing
So I’m forced to take pain pill
And now I’m sleepy lost my will
So gonna take a Power Nap
Then give dust bunnies a zap
It sucks being chronically ill
Yet poetry gives me a thrill still
Took two pills for pain relief
And I am still fighting sleep
Because the still of the night has beauty
I don’t want to miss the night moon’s kiss
It dangles just beyond bare mountain cliff
Where a brown owl sits upon tree branch twigs
The air is dry cool and still
Like a spirit that has free will
With thoughts with hearts that spill
The night brings light to musings
Thoughts creep up some soothing
Like a night flower black blooming
Then there are thoughts so ill
Of war and the poor of those who kill
Could all be solved if we all kneel
So tired I am of watching reports
From the news of death of course
Am I selfish to feel this way my lord
And so many driving drunk
Killing others making choices so dumb
Leaving broken hearts behind numb
Thoughts as I consider in my bed
I am lucky to have pain instead
Of lamenting in the land of the dead
I am of course now feeling tired
Seems the poem was pain inspired
May the next be full of joy and desire
I’m having muscle spasms in my hands
Since last night that I can’t stand
It causes me to have some pain
And it’s not even due to rain
The pill I took makes me sleep
Sucks for writing poetry
And I’m still on top of my bed I confess
Watching for the My Favorite Teacher Contest
I love the entries I’ve gotten so far
Poets have the golden hearts
I’m being taught myself right now
To take it easy and lay it down
So I will write when I wake
It may suck or may be great
But poetry is a great escape
From reality of pain today
Chronic illness isn’t for punks
You deal with pain feel drained
I wonder why my power failed
To heal myself be a miracle
I think it’s leftover trauma
I forgot in maroon mind
But body blues recall drama
So I will find a white way
To break the cycle of pain
And gain the keys to self help
Oh, the pain of getting a thumb struck
Is not overshadowed by feeling dumbstruck
When a car door is slammed on a finger
There is no logical reason to linger
Taking a pain pill as soon as possible
In this case is perfectly permissible
Soaking in ice is always helpful, too
But I don’t know what else to do!
written August 12, 2021
especially for "Dumbstruck" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charles Messina
My phone rings and rings; my friends miss me.
I do not answer, not ready to be upbeat or entertaining.
I cannot stand a Debby Downer, so refuse to be one.
I am not ready to join the world of the healthy yet.
My malady has reappeared in full force today. I am in pain.
Break down and open pain pill bottle, not wanting to.
My husband has insisted. He wants me well. He is my protector.
The residual effects of this malady are awkwardly apparent.
It is a lingering illness that angers and saddens me.
This is not me! This has held me hostage for too long already.
I sit in the sun on an ice pack and a donut,
nurturing my wounds the best I can.
Attitude check.
Part of me is trying to rally.
Another friend calls. This time I answer.
She wants me to travel forty-five minutes in a car.
Meet her tomorrow.
No one understands. Car rides are killers.
I explain.
She and another friend will come here next week.
I feel relief and excitement. They are coming to me. So much better.
they shake, rattle and roll,
calcium balls not for my soul,
every time they move,
it's not my groove,
I warn them to stop
and quit doing the hop,
the doc threatens to laser,
a form of using a teaser
I've got the kidney stone blues
in the middle of the night,
they wake me up with a fright
as they roar and rumble
within my kidney while they stumble,
shuckin and jiving to a beat,
twisting and turning with defeat,
the ache lasts and ain't no fun,
grabbing a pain pill on the run
I've got the kidney stone blues
I have a headache, my teeth hurt, and my stress level is high.
I have chills, and my hands are cold enough to ice a lemon pie.
My neck is stiff, and my enthusiasm is uncharacteristically low.
I cannot get away from this body, no matter how far I go.
I could take a pain pill, a sleeping pill, or something similar.
There are spots in front of my eyes, and I’m feeling pain in my right himilar.
Why did I say I would take her dogs, both house, and neither of them trained?
I wish I had said no, I wish I had kept my yes mouth a little more restrained.
Is it too late to let her know? She’s bringing them here today to leave forever.
They will fit along nicely with all the other things she has left in house’s quiver.
I have her flowered couch, two captain chairs with missing parts, and a pink setee.
Why do I let this niece take such advantage of me?
Aspirin, a powerful little pill
Ibuprofen, a safe pain pill
Them two little remedies almost stole what's mine
Finding myself in the emergency room was a shock to me
I didn't know I had it
That little bug in me that doesn't agree with some foreign bugs
Constricted airways, wheezing, swelling every where, name it all
And then to top it all, a mammoth bill
So i've become a paranoid little being
Keeping my enemies far from my food incase someone decided to slip a pill
GHETTO GOSPEL
BY STREET CRIES
ABANDON BUILDINGS HOUSES WITH NO PARENTS ALL CHILDREN
READY AND WILLING TO BE PROGRAMED BY THE TELEVISION
GUNS WITH PRECISE PRECISION
PAIN PILL GOT US COMATOSE LIVING
KIDS MAKING ADULT DECISIONS
TO SURVIVE IS THE MISSION
WITCH EQUALS TO SENSELESS KILLING DRUG DEALING
LIFE IN PRISON
NO RESPECT FOR THE LIFE THAT'S GIVEN
PEOPLE GETTING RICH OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING
SATANIC RITUALS CELEBRITIES PRACTICING
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE WHATS HAPPENING
ARE WE A SLAVE TO THE WAY SOCIETY GOT US ACTING TODAY
ARE WE PURPOSELY LEAD ASTRAY
CLONE MEAT APPROVED BY THE F.D.A
VOICES BEING SILENCED THAT HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY
WE SEEM TO BE RUNNING A RACE WITH NO RELAY
STUCK IN A PLACE WITH NO LEEWAY
TRYING TO OVER COME OBSTACLES
THANK YOU FOR READING MY GHETTO GOSPEL
GOODNIGHT
Gods love is a word you can only feel
trust me, it's better than any pain pill
if you think you gotta go this life alone
think one more time, God says 'nope'
now you have a friend that will never forsake nor leave
all you have to do is tell him how you feel, and believe
when we fall into loneliness we need to release our fist
remember God wants ou to know He loves you has got this!
I'm a planet unto myself.
A bright blue ball of pain.
Glowing,
shimmering,
spinning,
Thru the blackness of the universe.
Waiting for the pain pill
To kick in.
So that I can begin to shrink.
Smaller,
Smaller,
Smaller,
And finally become a human
Once again.
Cannot sleep here late at night
My body feels so tense and tight
My body aches from all the work
Cannot escape these pains that lurk
Put a pain pill in my head
I did it while I was in bed
Would not take my pains away
Maybe they are here to stay
Make sure that you like your work
So it is worth the pains that lurk
Or you might have some trouble sleeping
Maybe even wind up weeping
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