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Ah, Sweet Relief!
I was in pain, so off I went,
To the clinic, myself I sent.
Trying to find my comfort zone,
I got a little prednisone.
I figured maybe in a week,
I'd find relief that I did seek.
Ah but, oh! to my delight,
A sweet surcease came overnight.
The miracles of medicine,
Made me myself now, once again.
And so to work now, I can go,
To try to earn myself some dough.
And if my labors cause me pain,
It's off to doctor's once again,
Because to suffer's not my style,
Not even by a country mile...
To the clinic, myself I sent.
Trying to find my comfort zone,
I got a little prednisone.
I figured maybe in a week,
I'd find relief that I did seek.
Ah but, oh! to my delight,
A sweet surcease came overnight.
The miracles of medicine,
Made me myself now, once again.
And so to work now, I can go,
To try to earn myself some dough.
And if my labors cause me pain,
It's off to doctor's once again,
Because to suffer's not my style,
Not even by a country mile...
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Yay!
Capgras Delusion
I can see she looks at me strangely
Something here is not right
My Darling wife, the love of my life
Might not be who I think she is
Yesterday I'm sure she was
The one I thought she was
But today, what can I say
I think they switched her round
She looks and talks the same
She acts and walks the same
Why hell, she even smells the same
Yet there is something in those eyes
Though the body looks just the same
I'm sure it's not my Darling
I don't know why they switched her round
There has to be a reason
For now I will play their game
I'll not let on I know it
Sometime soon they will slip up
And then I will have caught them
Something here is not right
My Darling wife, the love of my life
Might not be who I think she is
Yesterday I'm sure she was
The one I thought she was
But today, what can I say
I think they switched her round
She looks and talks the same
She acts and walks the same
Why hell, she even smells the same
Yet there is something in those eyes
Though the body looks just the same
I'm sure it's not my Darling
I don't know why they switched her round
There has to be a reason
For now I will play their game
I'll not let on I know it
Sometime soon they will slip up
And then I will have caught them
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
The Capgras delusion theory (or Capgras syndrome) is a disorder in which a person holds a delusion that a friend, spouse, parent, or other close family member has been replaced by an identical-looking impostor.Imagine, if you will, that one by one your friends and family– the people closest to you– are being removed and replaced with exact duplicates. Although they are identical in appearance and manner, you are certain that these people are not your loved ones. They are impostors. While most people would become deeply paranoid in such a scenario, there are some individuals who experience such things every day without fear… and just wonder, “why?” Such is the life of people stricken with Capgras’ Syndrome.
Healthcare in America
Healthcare in America - Sept 5, 2009
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
This Dedication Needs No Explanation!!!
Healthcare in America - is really not about you
It's about them doing as little - as they can possibly do
I broke my leg - a cast and crutches? What a joke!!
It's almost easier getting all the "Pot" you want to smoke
It's all about the numbers - don't think for a moment that it's not
"And if you can't provide us with some" - then you will be forgot
I write these poems just to help - to help the people out
It's my plan top turn a murmur - into a raging shout
It's people like me who do what we can - to try to help people like you
I try to do what my spiritual CREATOR - really wants me to do
It's all about the numbers and money -
It's got nothing to do with your health
It's all about the amount and the size - of your personal wealth
"If you can't - provide us with some - IMPORTANT INSURANCE DATA"
"Good luck to you - but sorry to say-so sad, but we'll see you later"
"We're sorry you're down - and hope you get back"
"And hope for you that it's soon"
"But as for us, we've got luggage to pack"
"And a plane to catch before noon"
GOOD LUCK TO YA!
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
This Dedication Needs No Explanation!!!
Healthcare in America - is really not about you
It's about them doing as little - as they can possibly do
I broke my leg - a cast and crutches? What a joke!!
It's almost easier getting all the "Pot" you want to smoke
It's all about the numbers - don't think for a moment that it's not
"And if you can't provide us with some" - then you will be forgot
I write these poems just to help - to help the people out
It's my plan top turn a murmur - into a raging shout
It's people like me who do what we can - to try to help people like you
I try to do what my spiritual CREATOR - really wants me to do
It's all about the numbers and money -
It's got nothing to do with your health
It's all about the amount and the size - of your personal wealth
"If you can't - provide us with some - IMPORTANT INSURANCE DATA"
"Good luck to you - but sorry to say-so sad, but we'll see you later"
"We're sorry you're down - and hope you get back"
"And hope for you that it's soon"
"But as for us, we've got luggage to pack"
"And a plane to catch before noon"
GOOD LUCK TO YA!
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
It's just like the poem saysI Will Live
If I OBSESS about my pain....
Will it go away?
If I WALLOW in self-pity ...
Will I feel better?
If I COMPLAIN to family and friends ...
Will they better understand?
If I am ANGRY about my situation ...
Will I see reality?
If I WORRY about how to cope ...
Will I get relief?
If I am ANXIOUS about things not in my control ...
Will I be composed?
If I DREAD what the future may bring ...
Will I avoid my fears?
If I HATE what life has dealt ...
Will I be a better man?
But if I ACCEPT my weaknesses ...
All I gain is STRENGTH.
And when I realize that I'm in control ...
Only then … will things change.
Then I can LIVE
Will it go away?
If I WALLOW in self-pity ...
Will I feel better?
If I COMPLAIN to family and friends ...
Will they better understand?
If I am ANGRY about my situation ...
Will I see reality?
If I WORRY about how to cope ...
Will I get relief?
If I am ANXIOUS about things not in my control ...
Will I be composed?
If I DREAD what the future may bring ...
Will I avoid my fears?
If I HATE what life has dealt ...
Will I be a better man?
But if I ACCEPT my weaknesses ...
All I gain is STRENGTH.
And when I realize that I'm in control ...
Only then … will things change.
Then I can LIVE
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this in coping with my RSD and how it may effect and affect those who deal with this condition. Just some reflection on the thoughts that those with Chronic Pain or Conditions experience daily it trying to manage what they are going through. We all experience periods of distress during our lives and the way our thoughts and emotions control our abilities to overcome our challenges. It is when we can accept our situations and acknowledge that ultimately we are the only one in control of our reactions to these situations that we can eliminate the suffering and anguish that manifests itself in our lives. Then we can learn to LIVE, no matter what life's obstacles may present us with. ... Peace to all
dental pain
In the chair
The paitient sits anticipating the pain he fidgets
Will it hurt he thinks to himself
As he eyeballs the drill that draws near his lips
Now frozen and puffed up to try to kill the pain
Near the drill draws near
Gripping the arm chair with fright anticipating
The pain
His palms sweating imobilised with frieght
Mouth open wide the glare of the intenece light beaming into his open eyes
The motion of the drill the burning water smell
The pain now intence as the speeding drill speeds up again
The water fills his mouth trying not to choke the nurse giggles with glee
As she clears his throat
This won't hurt she glares laughing with glee
Now unrelaxed his he
This is torture this he as to enjure
To have the perfect teeth he must enjure
The paitient sits anticipating the pain he fidgets
Will it hurt he thinks to himself
As he eyeballs the drill that draws near his lips
Now frozen and puffed up to try to kill the pain
Near the drill draws near
Gripping the arm chair with fright anticipating
The pain
His palms sweating imobilised with frieght
Mouth open wide the glare of the intenece light beaming into his open eyes
The motion of the drill the burning water smell
The pain now intence as the speeding drill speeds up again
The water fills his mouth trying not to choke the nurse giggles with glee
As she clears his throat
This won't hurt she glares laughing with glee
Now unrelaxed his he
This is torture this he as to enjure
To have the perfect teeth he must enjure
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Visiting the dentist
Auto- Immune
Morning breaks pain awakes
Struggling to get out of bed
Dressing takes an eternity
This weighs down my weary head.
Husband casts the furtive glance
Concern crosses his face
This wears down the tired soul
It's become a race.
Ramp to be built
To take the hilt
Of one's enduring flame
Caned walks have now become the pain.
Answers sought
Cannot be bought
No matter how long the time
It's becoming clear that this life is no longer mine.
Struggling to get out of bed
Dressing takes an eternity
This weighs down my weary head.
Husband casts the furtive glance
Concern crosses his face
This wears down the tired soul
It's become a race.
Ramp to be built
To take the hilt
Of one's enduring flame
Caned walks have now become the pain.
Answers sought
Cannot be bought
No matter how long the time
It's becoming clear that this life is no longer mine.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
After my hysterectomy, I was prescribed an estrogen patch. It worked great for two weeks then I became noticeably weaker in my hips, legs and calves.Kicking off bed covers is a real challenge. Raising up out of a chair and walking is a real struggle and the doctors have no answers. On top of all of this, I broke my middle toe on my left foot while vacuuming the house.
An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor Away
Take care of yourself
It will save your health
You don't want to come to me
I give you pills that make you sick you see
I've sold my soul out to greed
It's piles of cold hard cash I need
Medical mistakes
You should know why there are so many for goodness sakes
We have to get as many patients through in day
That's the only way we will exceed a million a year in pay
So if your day turns to grey
And bills and threatening phone calls from collectors make you ill
The solution of course is to find some way to pay the bill
So take heed in what I say
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
It will save your health
You don't want to come to me
I give you pills that make you sick you see
I've sold my soul out to greed
It's piles of cold hard cash I need
Medical mistakes
You should know why there are so many for goodness sakes
We have to get as many patients through in day
That's the only way we will exceed a million a year in pay
So if your day turns to grey
And bills and threatening phone calls from collectors make you ill
The solution of course is to find some way to pay the bill
So take heed in what I say
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
It just seems that health care in this country has gotten evil and way too greedy.
a prisoner in my own skin
my name is stormeeker 223
i am 23
i clsoe my eyes so i don't have to see
the face in the mirror
looking back at me
it is painful to look at
and painful to bear
to see half the mask painted there
half my face is stone and unfeeling
sending my stomach and heart reeling
i open my eyes to see i have remained
one half flesh
one half stone
a mask on a face all its own
i wish i knew why it way this way
i just know i do not want it to stay
a prison in my own skin
i am 23
i clsoe my eyes so i don't have to see
the face in the mirror
looking back at me
it is painful to look at
and painful to bear
to see half the mask painted there
half my face is stone and unfeeling
sending my stomach and heart reeling
i open my eyes to see i have remained
one half flesh
one half stone
a mask on a face all its own
i wish i knew why it way this way
i just know i do not want it to stay
a prison in my own skin
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
i was diagnosed with bells palsy today. i have spent most the day being made fun of becuase half my face will no longer move.The coach Potatoe
Sitting in front of the tele he sits
The coach potatoe
He always sits not moving not talking he just sits
Sqaure ies he now as got from sitting in front of the tele
Sitting munching his take away the coach potatoe sits and watches tele
not moving not talking muching all the time what channel he watches He does not care
Tele is his joy his fun
A knock on the door he does not care he ignores them all when the Take away comes he fidgets with joy
Rubs his hands opens his door glides back to his beloved tele sits Down for more
Eating munching he watches more tele
The coach potatoe
He always sits not moving not talking he just sits
Sqaure ies he now as got from sitting in front of the tele
Sitting munching his take away the coach potatoe sits and watches tele
not moving not talking muching all the time what channel he watches He does not care
Tele is his joy his fun
A knock on the door he does not care he ignores them all when the Take away comes he fidgets with joy
Rubs his hands opens his door glides back to his beloved tele sits Down for more
Eating munching he watches more tele
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
The moral of the poem is excercise moreMirror
Senseless in the sense that I feel hopeless yet I can’t imagine how it feels to be the one that is
Monuments of what I wish I was and images of what I wish I wasn’t
Simplicity is definitely the most complex apprehension that there is
And Flaws are just regiments
Futile in the logic that I feel bleak yet I can’t dream about how it feels to be the one that is
I tell the one that I care about that I may conceive an ailment that is life threatening and a smile lingers on his face
I stop and wonder maybe I am to be a comedy
But the breeze slapped me ridiculously and Heat of anger replaced my sudden thoughts apprehending what the gesture may indicate
Meaningless in the sense that I feel fruitless yet I can’t visualize how it feels to be the one that is
And by my window I am then a smile across my face appears I lift myself up and walk away
A chimera I made it and sound was everything once more.
Monuments of what I wish I was and images of what I wish I wasn’t
Simplicity is definitely the most complex apprehension that there is
And Flaws are just regiments
Futile in the logic that I feel bleak yet I can’t dream about how it feels to be the one that is
I tell the one that I care about that I may conceive an ailment that is life threatening and a smile lingers on his face
I stop and wonder maybe I am to be a comedy
But the breeze slapped me ridiculously and Heat of anger replaced my sudden thoughts apprehending what the gesture may indicate
Meaningless in the sense that I feel fruitless yet I can’t visualize how it feels to be the one that is
And by my window I am then a smile across my face appears I lift myself up and walk away
A chimera I made it and sound was everything once more.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
It is about one that feels pain and sees it in others yet feels it difficult at the same time for the individual to accept it making excuses for the feelings that is present and stating that the issues are nothing as the ones others have to face.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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