Short In Remission Poems
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Lucky is the Patient
The Doctor comes to tell
Good news
The scans
Say
Your Cancer has gone
Your prayers have been answered
You are in remission
8/3/2021
I write to spread more than unease.
As people gather and read that I am unpleased.
With this world that stutters when they hear my condition.
I am now free, though not in remission.
My brain's in remission the last few days
Nothing creative has evolved, nothing out of the haze
Something needs oiling
Some pipes need rejoining
Needs to go to the shop to determine my malaise
BLANKET COMFORT
so tenderly, he takes the blanket
covered with red dots and grandma love
tucked all around his eight year old frame
my tooth pain in remission while i sleep
he places the soft and tender blanket
over my legs, sharing the warmth
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Earl King had a heart attack and needs our prayers.
He's a good man and needs to know that people care.
At the moment he's in critical condition.
Let's pray that he'll soon be in remission.
He's given his friends and family quite a fright.
Let's pray that Earl will be all right.
The tidyings of a town
here we are in Croydon
trying to make a stand
Seen so many charges
a 15% council tax rise,
fall from clumsy hands
Our Whitgift centre a shell of a complex!
The whole town has a forgotten ring
Do the dangly dance now
A town in remission
isn't too grand
lab results positive-
living with cancer made
less sense than her dying
lethargic from chemo-
laughing in remission,
Leanne was now cancer free!
Lord saved her soul from death…
*The name Leanne is ONE syllable according to howmanysyllables.com*
Pleiades L
April 14, 2017
Oh ! Lord what color is the rain
And where hence does it fall in
This dismal place of all the garden is
Land in remission there is a drought
And humanity has fallen it has forgotten its course
Please Oh God replenish my soul
Give me a place where I am known
I'm calling on the power of a present God
Riegn down your mercies unto me
3/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
broken chariot we cannot fix
our strong, precious love is still in the mix
broken chariot we can always replace
the strength of our strong, precious love will always save face
broken chariot we know not the definition
our strong, precious love survived many cancers and always in remission
broken chariot we can always redefine
our strong, precious love is like water that makes our everything more beautiful and refined
winter approaches
snowflakes tumble from the sky-
a flurry of white
Autumn colors confetti the ground,
while brisk breezes scatter leaves around.
Winter winds rattle barren branches,
knocking off any remaining leaves.
Mother Nature is in transition;
stripping the scenery yet again.
The naked trees are in remission;
till Spring showers, water them with rain,
and green canopies, supplant the plain.
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
Colored Monarch Flies
Danaus plexipus black torso bright orange black wings
summer runs flies a nectaring
over wintering sites in mid Mexico
early, early spring emerging
massive migration clusters springs summer like being covered with grand ma's shaw
traveling flying like a cloud in remission
nectaring spring flowers
Danaus plexipus black torso bright orange black wings
7/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
Like a desert lily
Like February sunshine
Like an August rain
Like daisies in a pavement crack
Like a cat on your lap
Like a parent's compliment
Like a child's gratitude
Like a smile on the subway
Like an oasis in the desert
Like regaining your sight
Like cancer in remission
Like a winning lottery ticket
Like a reconciled marriage
Like an armistice announcement
Like a stay of execution
Like a rolled away stone
by an empty tomb
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
anorectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
Her hands hovered over the pistols on her hips
The Apocalypse
Grantor of one-way trips
Bestower of the scarlet mist
Salvation Is, Salvation does
She is Why, How, and Just because
She is Attrition, She is Abolition
A chick on a mission
A ticket to perdition
She is death in remission
Her hands settled on the grips
Which glowed bright red
Pulsating in rhythm with her breath
Remember this she said
Life is a privilege
You earn the right to exist
cover of clouds
parked cars crowd a narrow street
sidewalk rising and settling
a rough journey in time
leaves turning colors rustle
the neighbor across the street
she says it’s just another day
toddler at her side
a man sits on his porch
greetings offered
as people pass
two eager golden retrievers
behind a tall picket fence bark
speaking a language of their kind
a retired clerk from the police department
rakes leaves, cancer in remission
in the autumn of her life
Subliminal, dimensional
minds of the criminal
guns of politicians
a world in remission
bang bang
life refrained
fake police, no relief
plans for the mission
minds always switching
confusion, delusion
revolution the only solution
money to be made
games alway played
mothers put to shame
fathers wearing chains
children on the street
drugs fulfilling needs
satan on the prowl
churches falling down
hell's over crowded
and we forsake the Holy Father
World Insane
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.'
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
anorectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers
in their cages!
Wicked and distorted eyes dancing under the
moon. The wicked eyes listen as screams are
heard in the distance. Wicked eyes pounding
faster than a heart beat and streaks of blood
dripping like rain.
Blood drippings travel up toward the moon.
drying out and becoming crisp as the air
hits the spots. Sparks flash as the eyes
mimic a screaming child.
Silence sits in as the screams diminish and gently close.
The moon now rest and is assured that the
wicked eyes are now in remission.
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
anorectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like lions
in their cages!
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
anorectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like lions
in their cages!
'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore'
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty
lovers, apologetic,
smothering the shore with gentle kisses
of contrition;
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent,
apoplectic.
Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no
longer in remission,
swells that idled now surge into shore
their temper rages,
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like lions
in their cages.