Most Commented Health Poems (230)

In-person meetings suspended
Conference rooms closed to use
By keeping a 6-foot distance
everyone stays apart—not aloof.

Blues, folk, rock concerts rescheduled
Museums closed to showing art
Theatre not performed on stages
Citizens asked to do their part.

Flattening-the-curve approach required
But when our leaders fail to lead
people are driven to poor decisions
and takers feed upon their greed.

Shelves in stores stripped to empty
Essentials horded, stock-piled away
Preparing for the worst to come
Hoping to be spared anew each day.

Public schools closed until April
Red Sox Opening Day postponed
Weighing decisions to self-isolate
with every day to be spent alone.

Boston Marathon moved to September
Walk for Hunger canceled complete
Needs in air still hover, linger though
movement ceased beneath our feet.

With tents as makeshift hospital wards
first-come-first-served policy goes out the door
Triage decisions necessary to be made
disproportionally impact the poor.

Forego cavalier, casual attitudes
Avoid need for imminent, acute care
There are vulnerable people everywhere
Covid-19 travels through touch and air.

Individual freedom temporarily bartered
to provide better protection for everyone
Embrace physical-distancing as one way
war against this pandemic can be won.

© 2020-03-14

Thank you for your input everyone...

Airborne embers take flight
Wire screen back in place
Book pulled from the shelf
Foot-rest in place
Wing back chair comfort right.

Sketched orange flame echoes
Round brandy glass in reach
On the night air rides hoot
Of an owl an howling wolf.

Rocks break the water of the creek in the back
Moon takes a rest on the flat of the lake
Sip of brandy
Turn a page
Peaceful warmth
All's in place~

A goodnight prayer said for me in The States,
Is flown by an Angel up to Heaven's Pearly Gates,
There it's carefully wrapped in a tiny silver shroud,
For collection by a Fairy on a white fluffy cloud,
With a wave of her wand she crosses the sky,
Directly to Ireland in the blink of an eye,
There she slides down the rainbow where the Leprechauns live,
And to these little people the parcel she gives,
"It's a special wish from America and inside you must not peep,
Simply whisper it into Mickie's ear while he is sound asleep,
But you must travel promptly now and promise you won't delay,
This prayer from Molly might just be the one,
That cures his Cancer today".

We all have a hard luck story,
A sad sob tale to tell.
No more songs of fame and glory,
Just tolling of the bell.

I've heard them all from near and far,
No joy seems to be had.
I lost my job, my wife, my car,
My luck has all been bad.

The skies are grey, the wind is cold,
My health is failing fast.
You hear these stories often told,
The end has come at last.

No sad songs any more I sing,
The bluebird's on my sill.
With sunshine to my life you bring,
My heart with joy you fill.

So tell me not the tales of woe,
Won't hear them any more.
Just sing me songs soft, sweet and low,
Of happiness in store.

when you have a reason to get out of bed
or when you have a reason to stay there
can tend to clear the mind instead
of leaving the soul in wanton despair

the higher purpose of our lowly fate
experience is our greatest educator
to touch and feel to know and relate
a useful life our finest demonstrator

into our soulful gate we slowly saunter
and ask what is soul and what is mind
to live our lives of thought and wonder
being a Gordian knot tightly intertwined

we are only able to do the best we can
but that is our light to bring to our being
to be keeper of brother and friend to man
to see with our own eyes what others are seeing

upon reflection, a heart-filled introspection
as seconds go quickly here, chances bringing
love shows our natural ability to change direction
ups-n-downs merry-go-round catch brass ringing

under some blue skies we lay down dreamily
minds gently wander around consciousness
pointedly watching clouds breeze by lazily
as life proceeds toward serene happiness

© agoodguy2have 2010-10-28

Cutting back on the drink and the smoke,
The reasons are many, you see.
There's the money and mess and the choke,
It'll make a much better me.

And there's one who I hope to make mine,
Objects to the smell and effects,
Of the vile cigarettes and the wine.
Her wishes I do so respect.

Though withdrawal's gonna be painful,
It's pain I believe I can stand.
Overall results will be gainful,
Of taking my habits in hand.

Addiction's insidious voices,
Try to make you think it's a need,
To make you think there's no choices,
While itself it is trying to feed.

It's my own hands, my lips and my mind,
They're mine to control with my will.
I am sure as I try I will find,
My wish to abstain I'll fulfill.

Those beautifull clouds in the sky
They always catch my eye
So soft and inviting
I like looking at the clouds seeing what I can make out of them
Sometimes I see angles sometimes animals sometimes faces
Those soft clouds look like they would make a great pillow
I can imagine myself laying on a cloud so soft and billowy
Wearing a pretty dress
Releasing all my stress
Not feeling depressed
Just floating high up in the sky
On a beautiful cloud
That I could call mine

The pops and creaks and grunts and groans,
Are caused by my condition.
Arthritis, not old age, you see,
Puts me in this position.

Still young of heart and mind I am.
With wild imagination.
Just aching joints spread here and there,
That cause me irritation.

I try hard not to let it show,
This awful aching pain.
But if perhaps you catch a wince,
Arthritis once again.

I do some carpentry at times,
Some painting and some plumbing.
Each take their toll, my body pays,
Just wishing for some numbing.

But work I must, so off I go,
Into the breech once more.
Just take it slow and carefully,
As I go out the door.

There's some folks seem to understand,
And some who never can.
They think my pain a weakness so,
Think me a lesser man.

I hope one day they find a cure,
To end this woeful mess.
But until then, I'm what you see,
In pain and under stress.

Don't get me wrong, I can't complain,
There's others facing more.
I wish them well, a healing wish,
Their wholeness to restore.

Cluttered, Psychologically cluttered
With material objects in our lives
Chaotic moments. restless souls
Mental clarity a thing of the past
Elusive, unattainable, won't last

Universal law, ancient and true
We've been told get rid of old
Make room for blessings new
We all know, practiced only by few
Gotta have space for more blessings to flow!

Take a tour in my closet full of clothes
Trousers a plenty; tops too many
You said haven't worn for a year? Bin it baby!
Or at least hit the road to nearby Salvation Army
Be a blessing to others, let it flow lavishly!