Uncured Poems | Examples

The Stress Of Dementia

The Stress Of Dementia
Miracle Man
9/10/2024

Dementia see’s lives, go quickly downhill,   
And tests the patience, of one giving care.
A condition uncured by some prescribed pill,
most responses are questions or blank stare.

I live each day consumed by this stress,
fed by a loved one who can’t understand.
Advanced years make it to late to reassess,
So we continue the situation found at hand.

Depression is a word I’ve oft heard used,
but nonetheless I feel favored just to be alive.
When one has dementia the other feels abused,
so i pray for stamina to fight and survive.

Poet Masquerade

"Poet" is a word I revere, but I don't think I'm one.
My grasp of what a poem is, could be improved upon.
A poet understands the human condition and is wise.
He understands beauty.  He sees it with his heart and eyes.
Sensitive and insightful, he employs just the right word.
I'm a man who at sixty-five, caught a virus still uncured,
whose primary symptom is to come up with words that rhyme,
a broken cart wheel rolling on rocks in discordant time.
A math major and IT guy on a poetry site?
I'm a little embarrassed, it just doesn't seem right.
Yet, inside me, something says, "I want to be a poet",
to see beauty, study the human condition, and know it.
So, I submit rhymes, I call poems, somewhat shyly,
hoping my masquerade's not caught, and I place highly.

Spring Shadow

Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn out the storm.

Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
A girl ringed in twists of ivy.
The air full of seed will burn out the storm;
She is set like the sun on the many tones of the sky.

A girl ringed in twists of ivy,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
She is set like the sun on the many tones of the sky,
Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain.

Binge Bewilderingleee

I binged…bewildered…
I eat away my sorrow
I binged…a caged bird

I binged...I’m so uncured
I eat away tomorrow
I’m winged – set-free bird

I am delighted
I binged...I’m so immature
Gleefully hazy

Ebony Blacken Body-

His ebony tongue mouth discord;
Abundant flourished uncured;
Purple Heart death came close;
Browning skies fled past the nose to throat;
Blues blue brews asking hosts;
Blackness is the body of the voice ;

9/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Diet-Rite

Spoiled soy burgers
  and marshmallow spam
Find all the worms
  in the uncured ham

Mustard stew a la mode
  pistachio-flavored tongue of toad
Dandelion roots in stuffing of turkey
  makes digestion extra-perky

Fancy diets? - Gain weight and kvetch
  Eat this stuff! Shed pounds ~ just retch

The Heart In the Vault

The heart forgot how to Love
after many years of
Uncured
past traumas.

The Mind decided
to protect the heart in
a safe place and
it was placed in a secure vault.

The vault would open
for certain people and occasions.
Where expectations can be met. 
Mind over Soul. 

One day,
a very strong event happened.
It stroked so hard that
it broke the vault.

The light came in, 
the heartbeat
vibrated so fast that
it broke the vault completely.

That day after much
crying and sadness.
The heart felt free 
To Learn how to Love again.

Forever For You

If I could find a way to show you the words left unsaid,
From a time when it meant most, as we moved quickly ahead
Not knowing the dark curtain would fall upon us so suddenly
Burying all we did as cruelty took a life too, unexpectedly
The black crows couldn’t call loud enough that gray winter day
When grief merged with fog and blurred everything in a way
I will never forget words left at a grave too late, spoken to a memory
Knowing we lost our chance in togetherness to finally be free
No-one could know the battle we fought and the loss now endured
Fallen upon my shoulders, a painful disease to be left uncured
Here I am, years later in ways still alone, surviving as you’d want me to
Although so much has changed, the old will never be new
And as I hear the crows call, my words return again, forever for you
Re-emerging in the fog, still with only an image of memory to speak to

Heidi Sands

7/12/21

First Freeze

First Freeze

Aspen leaves quaking shivering
Beneath coats of freak September snow…

Gold sequins sparkle through a cloak of ice
New sunlight captures glitter
Captivates - no fool’s gold

Out of season – unexpected appearance –
Jack Frost’s second cousin
Sneaks up on the foothills
With frigid rime kisses
Powders the noses of mountaintops
That gasp in surprise
At winter’s scenic postcard
In hoarfrost and uncured icicles
Delivered 
Too soon for the borealis solstice;
Chortling jester 
Playing practical jokes
On Autumn
With early winter mischief;
Prankster unleashed 
In antics of snowflakes
And escapades of flurries
Before harvest boogies and twirls
In orchard jubilees - pumpkin field festivals -
First freeze winks –
Leaves change from green to gold.

snowstorm sneaks away
 skies sweep away snow debris ~
  eighty degrees now

9-18-20
Four In One Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Corona

Shear troubles make us realize
What‘s the real life's worth
O, dear Lord please! 
Have mercy on the earth.

We know mortality of souls
Yes we are mortals but
We pray thee, thy Beneficence
Life's door over us not shut.

Every soul to depart to Heavens
We are too to die, this or that day
Want to live fully with your blessing
Not uncured, hopeless in dismay 

Remove the dark pall over the world
Let's bless with your kindness, Lord
We know all with our certain faith
In your hands is our breath's chord.

The Union

Shards of tears 
engrave memories
like a tattered glass
recalling years scarred by desire.

she went mountain climbing 
too high, gasped, got 
wedged like a pinched rose
then hoisted by a fish hook in the jaw.

he did 60 pills in 60 days
still uncured, he grabbed a feather
tickled a powder keg
and exploded.

this marriage was a crown of thorns.

So Europe Took Their Human Ash Within

In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin

Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead  unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.

The nearby people turned to burial urns.
The human dust by  breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.

So  Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.

And who they thought destroyed  lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts  their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews,  borne in their skin.

Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard
In Bedzin and in Krakow  we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin,

In the Midst of Evil

IN THE MIDST OF EVIL
I COME BACK FROM THE
BATHROOM INTO
MY BEDROOM 
IN THIS WITH CRAFT
PRACTICE SHELTER
I FELT A SATANIC SHAKE
IN THE FLOOR
THANK YOU JESUS FOR SHEDDING 
YOUR COVERING BLOOD
GOING BACK TO MY BED
SHAKING MY LEG
TO SONGS OF WORSHIP 
I FELT EVIL GHOSTS
CHALLENGING THE HOLY GHOST 
AND THE PAIN THAT CURSED MY 
LEGS STOPPED 
I STARTED SHAKING MY LEG
CUZ JESUS TOLD THE ENEMY 
"NOT!"
IN MIDST OF EVIL
I STAND UNCURED
BUT BLESSED
I REFUSE TO STAND FOR ANYTHING LESS
THAN GOD'S BEST
IN THE MIDST OF EVIL

Contradictions

Contradictions



Frosted eyes opaqued evanesence,
chilled bone soup luminescent.
Veracose veins, tight muscle tenses,
Awareness alert but unable to sense this.

Medical liquor uncured infection,
categorically diseased without no protection.
Split highway, wrong chose direction, 
a blue suit ordered ludicrous inspection.

Decision based morality by some Politician,
static cling energized body friction.
Paranoid thinking thoughts of suspician, 
Shhh... quiet and just listen...contradictions...

Uncured Skin

It doesn't seem to make a difference how many bottles I drained
What I smoked 
The medication I now take
The mask I wear upon my face
Nothing changes inside
Fast paced breathing
Clutching on to something
Never quite sure what I am trying to hold on to 
Too scared of what I might find
If I go searching for myself 
I'm too ashamed
I'm not ashamed
I crossed so many lines
I feel so sick, I feel just fine
I'm not quite sure what the hell I am anymore
Insults dried on my tongue
Bruises don't hurt anymore
Just another mark to fade away, I always want to fade away
Everyone just pretend I don't exist for an hour
And I promise to return from my own mind
With nothing short of a masterpiece you will never admire
A side of me you will never see
A promise you will swear I could never keep
One million more apologies
That mean nothing to you
But destroy me 
Merely of which to speak

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