England’s King Richard the Third -
the last Yorkist king and one not preferred.
His defeat by Henry brought the Middle Ages’ end.
If he had a funeral, did anyone even attend?
This same king in Shakespeare’s play
was a product of the Tudor-thinking way.
Shakespeare employed some exaggeration
such as having Richard die in crazed desperation.
Scoliosis is a condition that the King had,
but Shakespeare had Richard appear really bad,
like a “bunch-backed toad” with withered arm.
Who would be giving THIS king any smarm?
As for murder of his Lady Anne,
his wife died from TB and was murdered by no man.
Historically, he loved and mourned her when she died,
but in the play, King Richard was very dry-eyed
Shakespeare’s King Richard was a fiend,
who toward murdering relatives leaned.
Indeed, the kids in the tower were more than just removed,
and that’s a fact from history that cannot be disproved.
Each morning I wade through fog,
hands outstretched, grasping at wisps
that dissolve between my fingers.
The weight of unknowing
bends my spine like scoliosis,
and yet, I stand.
Questions carve canyons
into my thoughts, deep gorges
where certainty once lived.
Each step forward scrapes
against rough stone, leaving
bloody footprints of trying.
But pain is a chisel
that shapes the soul,
and doubt is the hammer
that breaks false foundations.
Even as I bleed, I bloom
like flowers forcing through concrete.
The meaning I seek
may never fully form,
but in this holy ache of searching
I find something better:
the courage to keep asking,
the strength to stay uncertain,
And in the end, perhaps
the journey itself
is the meaning I sought—
not a destination to reach,
but a path that shapes me
with every excruciating step.
She had severe scoliosis and her teeth were atrocious but her heart rings as pure as a bell. She's on haldol, heavy doses to ward off her psychosis, one can see that she's clearly unwell. Ranting and raving in her chair she's not going anywhere, so on this unit she'll remain. She sees demons. She hears witches, as her body jerks and twitches and the doctors have declared her insane. Theres not much left in her repertoire accept to sing la de da which she chants a thousand times each day. La de da is now her mission, sung soulfully with contrition. La de da is about all that she will say. She no longer knows right from wrong, la de da, her theme song, and she owns it in the most endearing way. In this mental cocoon she'll by pass many a moon, until one day she will just slip away..
Listen Hunny,
Just because you think that you're the bees knees doesn't mean you can tell me to buzz off,
I've got you in the palm of my hand and I think it's safe to say the gloves are off,
You used to be my queen bee,
You stole my heart and my love, it's too bad there's no honor among thieves,
But now I'm back with a vengeance like I had Scoliosis,
Feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders,
You couldn't be colder to me if it was snowing,
But look now my face is glowing, and I can't even help it,
The world is my oyster and now it's for me to be shellfish(selfish),
Pardon the pun but I have to stick to my guns,
You brought a knife to a gun fight, you better run for your life,
Because my pen is mightier than your sword, baby
And you can bet that I live by it today so I'm going to die by it later.
Commercial (The TV Miniseries)
I watch TV all day, even when I play or sleep
Information about cars, phones, pharmaceuticals
Is what I’m craving for, so give me more
Drug companies pay billions to make a score
To educate, inform, cure us of diseases we don’t have
They make sure we watch and never think
Commercials play repeatedly
Even if we’re bored and snoring
Don’t blink
They save us from the heartbreak of scoliosis
I don’t know what that is or what it’s for
But give me more
I buy everything on shopping networks
Including insurance for car and house, though I don’t have them
I can’t live without meteor and nuclear war insurance
According to the message
I can’t wait for the new season to start
My heart is palpitating
Commercial, The Miniseries will air September in the nation
Pull up a chair and start your couch potations
i used to break crayan's,
when lines would blur and
scribbles would shift.
now i break pencils
my flint faced ezekiel blackened
toungued tip prophet speaks
in charcoal whispers.
the hapless refining of coal and
fingertips creats the breaking point.
dialect of the curved spine child...
now diadems of scoliosis
form my alphebetical vertebrae.
bent with the beauty of
a slant wrist.
the quick snap of a skillcraft pencil,
causes vowel harmonies to break
against phonetic boundries.
breaking pencils like breaking
bread is for the holy and misgiven.
He loves me.
He doesn’t see the wheelchair,
the Scoliosis, the legs with Atrophy…
He loves me.
He doesn’t flinch while he cleanses me after using the bathroom,
while changing my “sanitary napkin”,
while wiping the vomit off my chin…
He loves me.
Through all the doctor visits,
the endless days in the hospital,
the uncertainty of how much time I have left…
He loves me.
Even when I doubt myself,
or question why I’m here,
or ask “Is it all worth it?”...
He loves me
Years of wondering if there would ever be someone just for me,
years hoping, praying for my “Prince Charming” to arrive,
feeling that no one could ever love someone like me…gone!
Because he loves me, I now can love myself.
Because he loves me, I know I am worthy.
Because he loves me, the sun shines brighter.
He Loves Me
and I Love Him!
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.