Short Arthritis Poems
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Live hard and die young has gone awry
I lived hard but not enough to die
Aches and sprains
Arthritis pain
Live hard and die hard seems to apply!
Hold on Santa!
Santa was trying
But he had no idea how fast a joey can jump
He almost fell off twice
Boing! Boing!
He is feeling his arthritis now
I've got aches and pains and chills and blaines,
Arthritis, bursitis and more.
If it weren't for this darn sciatica,
I'm sure it would hurt even more.
all this snow
has to go
its annoying me
all I see is white
it was fun as a kid
look what Arthritis did
along with gray hair
this snow's one big dare
I have arthritis in both ankles
Of course there are probably worse places.
But at this second, when I cannot walk,
I cannot imagine where these places are.
Always kept her hands busy ~
Mastered quilting embroidery crochet so many crafts
Now arthritis claims the day
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I’ll be keeping this one rather brief;
my arthritis is causing me grief.
Now I’m not one to coddle,
but Bobcat’s a good model
and grease fittings would provide relief.
arthritis returns
plaguing my extremities
time for aspirin
chemistry for sleepless nights
and painful aggravations
Written September 8, 2022
When I was young I had my health
Nothing hurt
I did not need arthritis pills
I could walk without pain
I wish I had danced and skipped and hopped more
while I still could
“I’ll tell you one about the Big Red Dog
He’s big and clumsy but you love him despite this
Well, kids, Clifford's big bones just turned six!
but bad news, he’s got arthritis
Six youthful dancers at the peak of physical fitness,
But time was cruel: their beauty withered and arthritis set in.
They will remain young and beautiful for ever in the photo.
I'm kind of worried 'bout ole Uncle Jack
Who has developed a dirty old knack
He bothers little girls
By twirling their blond curls
Glad Jack's arthritis acts up in the sack
is it my weight or my age or both?
is it arthritis in my spine?
I can barely walk today
or straighten out my back
spinal cord anguish
bad vertebrae?
need to stretch
chronic
ache
Renoir father of the impressionist style
his art celebrated femininity and beauty
he was poor, often could not afford paint
arthritis in later years made it difficult
still he painted
My sister Lucille tried levitating
A practice which she found elevating
One foot up, then plop
Her body it dropped
And her arthritis is escalating.
Written July 13, 2022
Charlie horse in my leg
ouch ouch ouch!
stand up straight
don’t slouch, slouch, slouch
arthritis in both ankles
feels like they are broke
every step is painful
sad to finally be old folk
mothers hands were claws in the end
crippled from arthritis
in sixteen years I will be that age
I test my appendages daily
looking for signs
hoping they will have finger replacements by then
Arthritis in my knees, my buttocks and my toes
Arthritis in my elbows, my calves, and my nose
Age brought arthritis into me good and hard.
I’m sure there’s a poem in this, said the optimistic bard.
Dolphins are so smart they convince the foolish
To stand at the side of the pool and throw them fish
A bonanza it is
Even those with arthritis
Can't resist the free stuff, the battle is fierce
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crippling arthritis
acetaminophen pills
a quick pain relief
with me its my knees
hands for mother and sister
arthritic ankles for dad
it all comes along with age
reminding us of every major break
lucky huh?
In its grip,
each bone to chafe and grind
All joints,
regifted vestibules of pain
Motion stalls,
as swelling wraps each limb
Sleep the angry victim
—time’s revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Sister Lucille enjoys skateboard riding
Weather and her arthritis providing
Lucille has skinned-up knees
From banging into trees
She has never mastered her colliding.
Written July 14, 2022
when you get old
and can’t lift your arm
above your shoulder
because of arthritis
try Viagra
and if it stays up
for more than four hours
in a Nazi like salute
don’t call Dr. vonStout
lock your door
and don’t go out
my arm is tender
my leg is sore
hobbling and limping
shall I tell you more?
my ankles are killing me
dual arthritis you see
each step down
brings a giant frown
I’m falling apart
a pain in my heart
seventy-one
is no fun