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Heart

My father in the heights,
Please keep me in your sight
Cuz Parkinson's takes its toll
On mind, body, and soul.

I need someone to help me cope
Someone to feed me hope
Sweet words fall from his lips
Long after our courtship

His grin, his greatest charm,
My home is in his arms
I am safe in his embrace
My love, my ace

He has strong faith in you
He'll help my faith grow too
Together we'll pray each day
Then listen to what you say

Father, I hope you agree
This prayer, my honest plea
I trust you to find the right man
Please put my heart into his hands

Author notes
Copyright 2016 Jolene Cheyney
Second poem written after 15 year hiatus from writing.  After so long of a break from the hobby I wonder how to make my poetry better.

1-23-16
An orchestral piece in the style of Mozart was written for this poem by Joshua A.I. j

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Alive

Friends believed she was dead.
The doctors worked frantically.
No sign of why her heart just stopped.
The last thing she had said before she collapsed:
"I wish I was dead."

Seems that her wish was granted
Cause doctors still have no cure.
What most ailed her has always been
A crushed and broken spirit.

But in that moment
That singular moment
When one must decide
Exhale their last breath or
Fight to stay alive
As if through a fog she saw
A vision of a strong young man
Whose love might help heal her heart.
But in His wisdom, God kept the face
Concealed behind the shield.

When this man finally spoke
Words were in foreign tongue.
A language she had never studied,
But every word was clearly understood.

"Please be strong, put up your best fight,
Today is not your turn.
I swear that if you return with me,
God's love I'll help you learn."
"A life of despair was never
What any wished for you.
God, more than any, wants you to find cheer.
I know 'cause when He sent me here He said:
'She's rather impulsive,
You'll have your hands quite full.
But the ache in both your hearts
Will rapidly be expelled.
She tries to speak, but no sound is heard.
No air is pushed through her vocal chords.
She tries again and again,
She tried so many times. She is sure
Every ounce of her strength is spent.
Everyone in the room is oblivious to her effort.
She vows to try just one more time.
She sits up and opens her mouth.
The only thing she is able to utter is
SONG. 

The words she sings are effortless.
Air again inhabits her lungs.
Instinctively the words are known by all,
By young and old alike,
Though the song has never been
Sung by anyone before.
All nations join at the chorus.

Doctors and nurses both know
They have just witnessed a miracle.
One left for dead has just
Sat up leading the world's choir.

They sing:
"Peace and Joy can be had by all
If only all will choose love."
"Just wait", she said "Greater joy there is in store"
Her eyes search the room, but,
None possess quite the same physique
As the one who told her in vision that
They could be, would be happy.

Then footsteps down the hall are heard
Lightly first, almost as if they fly.
But as they near both speed and volume increase.
It's quite clear now, they are sprinting.
He charges in and is immediately at her side.
A tip of his hat, a silent thanks
For the efforts of all inside

"He is the answer to all my dreams."
Then as they embrace
Their hands clasped together and
Their voices sing in harmony
A very gracious prayer.

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Strength

Strength is not exhibited in Brute Force
Strength is the calm through the challenges we face
Strength is the Reliance on God to get through
Strength is the prayer together that puts air under our wings
Strength is what I see in you

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Why Write

To be asked why I write poetry, here's my response. I don't try to write happy or sad, good or bad I don't write for myself but sometimes I do.    Typically I hold emotion in. My poetry is about letting it out. Allowing Myself to feel something. Sometimes things that I don't want to feel, but that I need to let out.

My poems are about healing from past injuries. Hoping that if somebody sees themselves in the same situation they don't wait as long as I did to get help.

They're about finding acceptance for my illnesses, I still struggle with that. They're about facing my fears. They are about overcoming my challenges. At least as many as I am able to. They're about finding the way to rely on God when I'm no longer able to cope myself.

They're about finding a love that will last. What does this man carry for his hopes and dreams, what they want out of life, what challenges I can help them  overcome.. Many contain everything I am. Every ounce of courage and strength I had at the time of writing.

Stated simply, my poetry is me.

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Cold Blooded Diabetes

Cold blooded diabetes
Try to stop her
If you can because 
Insulin shots are not fun
But they must be given
When you're dealing with

Cold blooded diabetes
Will ravage your body
 it can cause gangrene
And limb amputation
So take good care of yourself
When you deal with

Cold blooded diabetes
After you're diagnosed
Doctors will say
Exercise, manage your diet
And please lose some weight
Just because you deal with

Cold blooded diabetes
If you haven't got it yet
Please try to prevent
The neuropathy that accompanies
The body's breakdown
For those who deal with

Cold blooded diabetes

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Navy Man

He claims to be a Navy man
The game scream catch me if you can
I won't fall for that hoax again
, can you take it on the chin,?

, wanted loved and thought I'd found
Love requires that you come around
,, at least come long enough to talk
, hurry now you must not balk

I will not engage in
, anything Akin to sin
But if you would hold my heart
 Wedding Bells with just the start

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School Begins

A quest for knowledge
To be obtained at this college
Whatever will I learn today?
Computer Fundamentals class on the way.

Also set up in the que
Oh, tomorrow is this paper due?
Psychology of Motivation
Study, study, study, water's close, no dehydration

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For My Mom, Ecc

Dear Mom, 

You are the voice of reason in my head 
If I must make a decision that challenges my ideals
You speak to me when all I see is anger and dread
You are my inspiration when head spins and heart reels

That your days are challenged with fibromyalgia is easy to see
Yet you travel your road with determination and grace
Wind and rain bring increasing struggle; clearly your life is not care free,
But somehow you keep going, even when a stop sign is in your face

When you learned of Diabetes, I realized you felt conflict.  
You face daily injections, as did your father and uncle before;
Sometimes you feel that this does good times with friends restrict
Determined, you just keep plugging away.  Never let life become a chore.

Post-polio syndrome you must also learn to defeat.  
When you find it a challenge just give me a call, I'll sit and talk
I'll offer what little strength I can give, and pray that tomorrow will be no repeat.
If I had the power, I would take your pain, shove it out the door and turn the lock.

I also know the fight of battling with disease.  When you offer comfort, my pain does ease.
I hope that someday I can help another.  To be someone's courage and tenacity. 
To help someone face their challenge bravely, may my troubles to some extent appease.
For now I see you, a pillar of strength.  Though in my life I must be content to just "be".

Your loving daughter,
Jolene

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Kitty-Cornered Jaguar

She came tearing through the parking lot
Finally she brought the car to a stop
From fore to aft I count three lines crossed
What worries me more is how near are the people

Finally she brought the car to a stop
The "other two" tires again touched the ground
What worries me more is how near are the people
She doesn't touch street drugs, unless you count her adrenaline

The "other two" tires again touched the ground
The proprietor of the establishment came out and she said
She doesn't touch street drugs, unless you count her adrenaline
Try to be calm he said rolling his eyes, take to the stage to find your natural high.

The proprietor of the establishment came out and she said
From fore to aft, I count three lines crossed
Try to be calm he said rolling his eyes, take to the stage to find your natural high.
She came tearing through the parking lot.

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Do You Really Want Your Freedom

Do you really want your freedom?
Tell me.  Speak the truth.
Waiting for your answer, it's me tweedle-dee-dumb.
But please, tell me why, or must I play the sleuth?
 
You would give everything you possess
To protect me from harm.
But if you do leave me, my joy also will egress
I believe I'd rather have you wrap me in your arm.
 
I'm not sure it's inside me 
To give love another try.
My heart does now weep, desperate melancholy.
But if it's what you truely want, then consider this goodbye.
 
The pieces of my broken heart
Swept under the rug or put in a can on a shelf high above
Consider it a total loss, my mind shall too depart.
Heaven help me if ever again I catch this bug called love.