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I am the ruler of this court
Hear what I say
Listen to me
I sing what ever I want


I have an attitude
Like I am the queen
Don't mess with me

These are
My rules my tunes
I sing my song
I have found my voice



I have an attitude
Like I'm the queen
Don't mess with me

I am the ruler
Of this court
I sing what ever I want
These are my rules
My tunes

I have an attitude
Like I'm the queen
Don't mess with me
This is my song

We’ve come a long way since the “good old days”,
With advancements in science in various ways.
There’s one in plain sight for you and for me,
I’m talking about laser eye surgery.
The most common method is the one they call LASIK,
But the way it’s performed makes it seem like it’s basic.
I’ll tell you right now of some great benefits,
I would tell you them all, but the time won’t permit.
So please quiet down and listen to me,
I’ll list out the pros and the cons three by three.
You’ll no longer need a prescription for eyes,
You’ll only wear glasses when you need a disguise.
It takes almost no time for you to recover
Which leaves ample time to help out your mother!
The third one I speak of would be great for the masses,
For there’d be a lot less lost/broken glasses!
“So what are the cons” you might ask of me,
Well let’s take a look and maybe we’ll see.
You might feel discomfort for a couple of days,
Or a tad sight distortion by a bit of a haze.
Should you choose to accept this and make your decision,
Your eyes can get dry, thus affecting your vision!
And last but not least I will talk of expense,
It costs lots of money, with no recompense.
After weighing the pros and the cons you have seen,
Will you be quite averse, or shell out the green?
I wonder what all of your choices will be,
As to whether you choose laser eye surgery.

When soldiers fight in a battle and are wounded or killed
They receive a purple heart as proof that they fell
There are several women who have fought a deadly battle
Therefore, they should also receive a pink ribbon medal

Who are these women that have earned the right
To wear the Pink Ribbon of Courage as a symbol of their fight?
They come from here, there and all walks of life
Career woman, neighbor, friend, sister, mother, and wife

This sisterhood supports and envelopes all new members
And for all non-members they want you to remember
Until we rid Breast Cancer in the World forever
This sisterhood will continue to grow despite our endeavors

So remember the next time you see a pink ribbon
You could become part of this sisterhood as Breast Cancer’s next victim
However, take heart as you are not alone
Your sisters are only as far away as your phone

This body is a prison,
From which I'll never leave
My flesh is iron bars
Made to confine me.

My soul is so much more
Than this body could ever hold
But yet Im trapped within
My freedom has been sold.

My warden is my pain
It tells me how I can live
And though I try to do my best
Ive little left to give

Im bound to this existence
Its the lot that I've been dealt
And I will bear this burden
Of my living, painful cell.

Staunch message to all, delivered with stealth,
A wise old proverb..."Your health is your wealth",
Terrified at the start, thought I wouldn't pull through,
Began penning a verse, for my pulpit adieu,
Bruised and depleted from chemo injections,
A pale hairless body fuelled naked reflections,
Such penetrating fear in my children's eyes,
As I hid the truth, in my happy disguise,
Strangely I decided for me I'd not weep,
Instead to find courage, my spade to dig deep,
Never to lose hope or Never to give in,
No more thoughts of ending, only begin,
Not 'till all glimmers of life have long ceased,
And my rancid remains lie a cold crawling feast,
Even then my spirit will survive in a poem,
My soul still intact through the verses will roam,
You'll never hear me whinge or show any regret,
Nor will I celebrate, if reprieve I beget,
Defiant yet resinged in ankle chains to be...
Always cancer's prisoner, ....but today I walked free !

Lost, lost in a place that I thought I knew so well,
The fog has descended,
My footsteps muffled,
Not the vision I saw yesterday as clear as a bell.

The cure that worked before, no longer works,
Visions of yesterday,
Are broken dreams of today,
And in the dark shadows, the black dog lurks.

I may shake and cry, though hide my tears,
Think of other things,
Take one minute at a time,
The black dog just laughs and feeds on my fears.

When I’m not good, I fight this battle every day,
Praying for tomorrow,
Getting through today,
Wondering, how many times for yesterday, I have to pay.

See, the fears are so intangible,
Can’t grasp,
Can’t sort,
They’re there though, dark, invisible.

Then, one day I wake up free,
No worries or fears,
It’s a clear blue morning,
I smile, maybe have a coffee…
I laugh,
And….For a while again….I’m me!

Thoughts wrap
around life bones
like ligaments
keep the parts in
relation to the whole
supple for flexibility
like tendons
bands of fibrous tissue
connect muscle to bone
carry tensile forces
produce movement, fluid, propel.

Hierarchical structures
difficult to quantify
nonlinear, viscoelastic behavior
difficult to analyze.
Then come you
the fall, hard.
Stretched, twisted, bruised
soft-tissue damage, great
body fluids puddling
mixing with blood.

Breaks are clean
even compound ones
reset and repair
periosteum and
marrow cells
replicate and transform
cohesive strength
returns
good as new
memories not as strong.
Severe soft-tissue damage
where layer upon layer is torn
requires a much longer time
to heal.

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How is it with injury
one forgets how to move
forward
left and right
down and up
making small adjustments
in the circles of life?

Though exercise is painful
immobilization is the enemy
of healing.
Baby steps, the current goal
moving unassisted in a
straight line, with little pain
no crutch to lean on
moving forward step by step
hoping
tomorrow
there will be dancing.

dream

Damn, those fruit flies are cunning

And I think this is all very tiring

For fall comes too fast, when fallen leaves cause earth's tilting

Another box of Kleenex;
another silly poem;
sneezing coming easy;
home alone.

Like an empty liquor bottle
tossed on the side of the road,
no one wants you
when you have a cold.

Like an uneven sidewalk
challenging your every step;
my only friend right now
is a box of Kleenex.

The best feeling comes
when you realize that
you’re perfectly happy
without the people
you thought
you needed most.

Who is that lady
laying there in your bed
guess they have moved you
to a new ward again.
So frail so thin
how fragile she seems
can't help but watch her
this stranger as she sleeps.
Hands black and blue
from injections and drips
yellowing complexion
blooded dry cracked lips.
Shes somebodies mother
somebodies wife
glad shes not my fathers
and this mothers not mine.
She opens her eyes
see's me watching her
"oh there you are my girl"
thought i lost you at the fair.
Putting denial behind me
flowers in vase
i brush aside whats left of it
hair..to plant kiss upon face.
"yes mam i am here"
your allusions are not real
but if it eases your pain
who am i to say no to morphine.
But it don't ease mine
yet i rise to meet the stranger
cause its my turn now
to repay your loving care.
Forgive my weaken moment
forgive my denial
know i am beside you,
know i always will.