Short Sufferers Poems
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Sometimes Sisyphus may be envied amain
by long lean spell sufferers, no less.
Because at least he could time and again
enjoy his euphoria near success.
We torment our fellow sufferers
To please the sharer of the Rabbit
In the desperate hope
That our masquerading
Will warrant us a piece
Of the craved Meat!
i posted this poem and got a hundred instant hits ~ my wrist’s sore
next time i need self inflation ~ i’ll tap my muse and beg a bit more
and carpal tunnel sufferers out there ~ these monokus don’t ignore
I meat mail the needy
paste my smiles generously
on those who know not love
and serve prayers at tables
in all feasts I attend asking
Almighty to come down
but there is no change
the world of sufferers I see
still expanding, frightening
THE GLAMOUR
Liberation struggles
Were recorded
And stored
As a value
Of this democracy
And …
I saw the hunters
Of this freedom!
But now …
Most are
The vultures
Who are holding
The glamour
Of the
Sufferers!
By Thembelani Nqaba
SORE are the pains of the sufferer
who is at pains with his and her wrong choices
Screams and yells at the bottom of their lungs
Hollering at those uncaring with deaf ears
11/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
white lilies
line my front walk
soldiers
in rank and file
commemorating
the loss of
mothers
their children,
and dads
their children
to COVID,
sufferers in our
little community
of
Ashland, Kentucky.
written July 4, 2021
Misbegotten pair,
two-faced aggravation,
the seduction of sweet solace
or the inarticulation of despair.
Uneasy 'neath the spell of peerless rapture,
false respite from the ravages of fear,
or defenseless and imperilled
by a sadness that is too extreme to bear.
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...for all bi-polar sufferers.
We need intimacy with ourselves
to be able to listen
the soul of the sufferers...
The bleating of the suffering lamb,
understand the pain of those who cry,
hear the laments of the wretched,
read the good book thought
that proves the divine wonder,
so we can read ourselves
and dialogue with the silence
to reach fullness of being
divine creature...!
Point of fear always here
Point of fight ever a good night
Point of FLIGHT steady on height
Struggle strong
Mightier the mightiest mighty
Sufferers busily ignite the night
Coffee sugar scream
Nightmare plightmare
Safety, face me DREAMS
Of money reams
To have not is hard
My goodness God
Adrenaline dreams
Heavy on the heart
Have PEACE OF MIND
Empathy, Sorrow, Guilt, Shatter
In the physical world, nothing really matters
Dead will be dead, the sufferers may not survive
Because, none could savour the "Grand Privilege Platter"
Pleasure, Love, Compassion, Discern
I want to unlearn all these concerns
Because shards of me die as the days slip
But what could one do,
If they aren't privileged enough to earn
Time is too slow
for the anxious sufferers...
Too quick for the fearful.
A flash for the greedy
and celebratory acolytes,
further than a penalty,
for those who lose it...
For those who live in love,
is always immortal
and infinite...!
A good man of great stature
A presence so strong
Head of a company, head of the family
The place he belonged
Now he sits in a care home
A toy cat cradled in his arms
Imprisoned in his own mind
Void of worry or harm
Life is a blessing that is true
Yet is tainted with such a sad side
Like the sufferers of devastating dementia
Victims of the Long Goodbye!
never ending walls
No opening to escape
claw marks on the brick
infinite walking
excercise for the sinners
we're carving out hell
three guards stand watching
mocking the lame sufferers
spitting at our feet
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This is for Abe Lopez's Van Gogh's Van Goghs
Title of painting: The Convict Prison
Artist: Vincent Van Gogh
Year:1890
Let a shallow hold fixate your mind.
We found something quite precious this time.
A darkness pitch black, yet bitter and sweet.
You never know what creatures you'll meet.
There's drunkards,lost pedestrians, anointed sufferers, people so dark.
Find yourself searching inside your own heart.
For something more precious, less dark and more kind.
This is how humanity shall spend the rest of their lives.
Thy never punishes but nourishes
Wisdom out of boredom
It's the outbreak of fellows
With merely civilized mellows
Who brought Corona to verona
And made coward with Covid
Nature freaks survival to revival
From vicious to virtuous
Choice of voice on good over bad
To raise against or praise...
Break it or else u fake
Pray for not to be prey
Are the sufferers the doers...?
It's an ALARM, not a charm!!
Mental health stigma within the military
Injuries you just can't see
Many sufferers have taken their own lives
Leaving behind families husband's and wives
In honour of those who ended there plight
It's time to show this isn't right
Awareness, look out for each other
Brothers and sisters from another mother
R.I.P all those gone before
With your passing opens the door
Mental health awareness is a must
Or your eyes will fill with dust
Calendared nature admits
winter has come and gone
and makes no apologies
for lingering chilled moments;
The audacious mendacity of spring
has clamped down a frost-bite
on the wolfing climatic ignorance
of ignoramuses who wallow in deceit;
Albeit it all, the cosmic deceit of nature
cannot be ignored by seasoned sufferers
and their sinusitis chains of oppression:
Now the winter of our discontent
must yield to a spring’s new awareness.
Life grew bland, banal, other B words
she said I need to gather a troupe
of like-minded sufferers
set up some auditions, form
a select band
we'll workshop the basics
characters, costumes
And then we'll act out the rest of our lives together
no need for cameras
or an audience
call it pure theatre
oh the dramas we will have
No it won't be any stranger than
singing in the parlour for friends
without a microphone, a paying crowd
you can call it the folk tradition