By robina1978
| Author Note: | also dedicated to my husband who is ill often |
I don't look good myself
nor am I very healthy.
But I wished I had
healing powers
and
could cure
every sorrow,
illness
and handicap
anybody else suffers.
Some can do this
so well.
I have to try
but did in the past.
Can I still do it?
| Author Notes | Many thanks to Angelheart for the excellent artwork |
By robina1978
Living with Pain
(A Free Verse Poem)
When the pain gets to the brain
Suffering suffuses the soul.
It carries you away from ordinary thought
And selfishly hoards the day
Oh what can one person do,
When doctors don't have a clue?
I can read the furrows on her brow,
As she courageously suffers inside,
Stoically silent, pushing on through,
The torment that she tries to hide.
Oh what can one person do,
When doctors don't have a clue?
I see that just thinking is an effort,
And small tasks drain all of her strength,
While praying for God to release her,
Through the tears that she hides from me.
Oh what can one person do,
When doctors don't have a clue?
All I can do is to embrace her,
Try to kiss away all of her pain,
Hold her hand as together we pray
That relief will finally come some day.
Some day! Some Day! Some Day!
Oh please, some Day!
| Author Notes |
Dedicated to my wife Karen. My wife lives every day with chronic back pain that is OK in the morning but gets increasingly worse as the day progresses. On a good day she can make it to 7pm, on a bad day 3 - 5 pm, until she is debilitated, bedridden, and in tears. I can't do much for her but love and comfort her. We've tried everything. We pray that someday it will get better as we continue to work at it.
This is a free verse poem with some incidental rhyme. I'd like to thank Ritchie, 9999pool for sponsoring this book and hope it will bring comfort to those who also suffer, and compassion from those who share the journey. This picture is actually from a photograph of my wife that I have morphed to create this image. |
By robina1978
What is the cruelty of life?
Those obstacles placed in our way
or the battle with this constant strife.
Do you make time to pray?
Your faith must not become weak
in yourself or in your God.
Show your strength, do not become meek
this can cause a long desolute path to plod.
Satan's demons will constantly haunt and taunt you.
They can sense when your spirit is down.
Your love and strength in God will get you through
to keep you from becoming a jewel in Satan's crown.
Try not to let your entire being become confined.
The treatments and pain that you face can make you numb.
Remember, your faith, power of prayer and strength of mind
in the face of Satan's evil will not let you succumb.
I am waging a war and constant battle of my own.
What I am trying to say in the words of this poem
is, I never wonder why, nor will you ever hear me moan and groan,
because I know that someday my God will call me home.
I laugh, smile and there are times that I sing off key
because, I live each and everyday without the fear of death.
There is so much life to live fully, happily and completely
to worry yourself into taking your last breath.
I promise to pray to God to help calm your fears
and when He calls you home, there will be no tears.
| Author Notes |
This poem is my addition to this book of survival. This my 2nd battle in 8 yrs with prostate cancer. My first time having this was in April of '05. Took radiation therapy that did a tremendous amount of damage to my inner sanctum. This cancer came back in '09. The procedure that was done on me in that same year, failed. I have lived with a cancer that they cannot cure, so I say, "Oh well!" I live each day filled with laughter and talking with those that have this problem. It makes me feel great to help ease anothers pain.
I want to thank Ritchie for his invitation to participate in this very thoughtful book. Thanks to VisionaryPerspective for the use of this beautiful artwork,,,,,,,jim |
By robina1978
your verbal foreplay and
sweet voice
was too hard to
resist
I was "that wee bit special"
quite often you'd
insist
but not enough to win
your heart
not in the way that
mattered
I have to still your
sweetened words
before my heart
is bruised and
battered
you showed your love
for all to
see
and your heartfelt plea
brought tears
but as your words
sunk slowly in
they realised my
innermost
fears
those words so sad
and beautiful
which you'd crafted from
your heart
were not for me and never
would be
I should have seen this
from the
start
I was damaged and
undone
before you came
and gave me
hope
my fragile spirit
cries in vain
for now I cannot
cope
I've walked this
road before
I'll soon arise to
fight again
no more prone
to lay on
the floor
| Author Notes |
For anyone knocked down by life. As long as we wake up in the morning we have another chance.
Image courtesy of Google |
By robina1978
you savaged my soul,
my hopes and
dreams
my tiny body--
ravaged too
you stole my innocence,
which blighted
my life
and colored my
trusting childlike
view
at eight years old
life should be
simple
no worries, stress
or strife
you came along and
carved your mark--
but with a fleshy
knife
the years have passed
and I've grown
stronger
I wish that you could
see
however much hurt
your weakness
caused
it will no longer
define
me
| Author Notes |
Self-explanatory rhyming free-style.
No matter how bad it gets just remember they are the one at fault, not you. xx Image from Google. |
By robina1978
A brief respite arranged for your delight,
As Nature's beauty casts her healing spell.
A chance invite to stroll on starry night,
'Neath skies so crisp and clear, like tolling bell.
Smiling despite your gravity of plight,
Will heavy heartedness and stress dispel.
Assured, your soul reflects the silver moon,
As one with Nature you've become in tune.
| Author Notes |
Ottava Rima
A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme: one octive poem. abababcc two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghiiOttava Rima A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme: one octive poem. abababcc two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii My thanks to Clement T. for the artwork. |
By robina1978
a chickadee arrived at my feeder
his head glancing my way
seeing my sadness and despair
he pecked at seed
then spoke in elegance
the air is fresh
the sky is blue
your food is special
how kind to feed
me, a tiny soul
his voice brought
a smile to my face
feed yourself as
you feed me
comfort in life
abounds
talk to your friends
stroll in the forest
see all my winged
companions
write a poem or
a thought
my inner person
lifts up
the chickadee
flies to a branch
he peers back
at this human
who heeds his advice
more seed is put in the
feeder
as I listen to the birds
wisdom comes from many
places and I am grateful
to a small black capped
messenger
By robina1978
Empty chair
Silently
Sitting there
Patiently
Awaiting
Your return,
For viewing
All you've earned
With courage
No defeat,
Encouraged,
Life's complete.
Savor now
Your favors
In rainbow
Of flavors.
A sunset
Or moonrise,
String quartet,
Quiet nights.
Perfection,
Yours to choose,
Perception's
Pleasure cruise.
What of me?
Standing there,
Lovingly
By your chair.
| Author Notes |
I thank Marselius for the artwork.
"Trequas" The latest new style format Trequas by Fanstorian Jim Lorson Sr has a quatrain of 3 syllables each line , rhyming optional and minimum 3 quatrains - pushing poetry to the limits! |
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