Health Poems (230)

I do get dissapointed..
but I must not let that impede 
on the life I have yet to live 
and to all that I can give.

Clear you mind of all your stress.
Remove it, take it out,Put it in a box or on a shelf.
Now relax and take a deep breath, look inside yourself.
Now you see whats bothering you, on your way to better health.

Collective thoughts in my mind,
wondering about this future life,
appreciating the laughter in others I find,
do I really need another wife,

Thinking out loud and saying my piece,
restless at times and feeling so alone,
time ticking along lifes walking feet,
persevering like a dog gnawing a bone,

A meandering mind jumping here and there,
nothing solid to hold the ground,
wondering if anything is really fair,
always listening to that empty sound,

your minds wheels always turning,
even when trying to fall asleep,
synaptic nerves forever churning,
looking for meaning and something deep,

Rational thoughts seem to disappear,
traversing through your own life span,
recollections of all the things you fear,
what to do and if I can,

Eventually the madness settles the mood,
its why someone close can be your friend,
looking for that piece of the puzzle in lifes food,
having that person will help you to mend.

All you who are in the whole of your health,
Would you ever swap with me in remission ? No ?
You probably think it would shorten your life,
But neither would I swap with you,
For I know that remission has lengthened mine,
I briefly stared into the merciless eyes of the reaper,
Perhaps therein lies the difference.

Do you ever hear yourself breath ,
And savour every single breath ? I do !
I suspect you love Spring flowers....
But I know that I must adore them slightly more.
I wouldn't pluck one for I would see it as a death,
But I would smell them on bended knee,
and not complain about my damp stained pants........
I would only remember the scent !
I used hate the interruption of my alarm in the morn'
Now it is the sweetest sound.....
like a song-bird in full voice on a leafy branch,
pleading for a handful of crumbs.

It's almost eight years now since
my last passionate kiss.......shocked ??
Or you might ask........Why ??
It's because I remained true.....that's why !
We're divorcd a year now and that picture
of us on the wall ........is now just a nail........
Yes I am gulping as I write.......
I'm not too proud to cry,
It's sad, it's raw, it's true... it's gone !.....but hear this.........
"I have risen from those cold cinders",
My next kiss (should there be one) will be special.....
...because the way I feel right now...
I would nearly kiss a stone wall .

You can bid me respect if you wish.......
but please don't show me sympathy or pity,
I abhor those two words !......for these lines are not penned in complaint...
but in Appreciation of life......another chance....
I stride positively forward now..somewhat sorrowful...
but extremely determined !
Thank Heavens for remission !

Okay,

This is not a poem,
but I just read this quote
and I'm wondering how you
wonderful Poets think this relates
to how 'our' minds work...?


"The more you make your thoughts into
your identity, the more cut off you
are from the spiritual dimensions within yourself...


Defining yourself through thought is limiting
yourself. When you fully accept that you
don't know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thoughts could ever be"

Any philosophy people lurking?

Thanks for your time in advance for 'your thoughts' on this

~SAS

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.

She talks alot and rarely asks
She changes topic so quick
Distraction is her ruler
Medication to help thoughts stick

Neglect can be a problem
And she has a short temper
She forgets to keep appointments
Its really hard for her

90 miles a minute
Its sometimes hard to keep up
A factory of ideas and thoughts
Oh brain will you ever shut up

Conversation is no obstacle
Intelligent and so bright
Quick to point out mistakes
Also quick to stir up a fight

She feels like shes a failure
That her efforts turn to sand
If it wasnt for this disorder
She could probably rule the land

I wish I had seen it.

My place is so temporary.

There is a time for speech there is time for silence.

My words there troubled and confused to some of you.

Know what must be done living in a heartless unconnected

physical community is a challenge for sure.

Loosing all good family.

Oh living in Redneck central is such a B*###**

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".

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!