Health Poems (230)

Wicked as Wilding
Who only chose

to his
to put
it
he such
alone upon his

milding

O)h I'm strange

truly as you can be
lifting to always
no way to be

such a sleeze


covered on today
washed with yesterday

I'm saved!



Bat all you lonely ones

sleeping on
the wasted sands

weep

that only pure of heart
digs at times

The wealthy minds..

Who shall but hold my hand

Yet one to smile and rest

I lived
he said

For all ribbons
that lay silently

smooth
the righted castles

upon
the bed

of points

my arrow
never felled

to which stage
I felt
So Scared

Yet walked away

no money
to be feared

There are times when I ask myself
What is this life that I’m living
Each day from one to the next
They all seem to run together

No happiness, no joy, just pain
And none of it was my doing
First a disease, one that is so rare
Just one in ten or so million

Body is wracked with terrible pain
My limbs being slowly twisted
In the end I know I’ll die
But I could still live til ninety

If that’s not enough, things got worse
A car the footpath mounted
Crushed my legs, lost them both
And killed my wife, my lover

But still I live, I don’t know why
I refuse to give up, surrender
So next time you moan how tough it is
Spare a thought for me, the life I’m living

By the flames of the coals fire light
Granny sits in her old rocking chair
Back and for she rocks her chair
Her faithfull pal her only friend sitting on her lap

Tibby his name old he now his
Her old faith cat her only friend
The chimming clock marks her time on earth counting down the hours the days

Her old black and white telly hisses to be played
Dark the room hides the decay. Un loved the room
The decay fills the room the curtains drawn with partial light emitting
Lighting parts or the room

The dust thickend she has wrote her name in the long lasting dust
Old she is her failing body unable to dust and clean her youth washed away never to be restored for now her home is left to decay
Unwanted unloved by her family and friends

For now she alone and her companion the cat live in decay

Ned could have taken his basketball to dribble
But Ned just wanted a nibble
Just to pass the time
Though dribbling wouldn't cost him a dime
Ned found it easier to eat
Cakes, crackers and chips and other things sweet
So he sat watching Oprah and this and that
While Ned did grow quite fat
And as he grew and grew he would watch shows
About ways to lose weight
But his weight just grows
Ned spent money on infomercials promising success
But three months later his body would still be a mess
Now Ned is lonely, depressed and worried
Because of Doritos, Mt. Dew, McChickens and McFlurries
Whoppers, M+M's, Subway, Tacos, Arby's, and Pizza Hut
Ned was addicted to food that rotted his gut
You'll find Ned sitting right now
Eating, drinking, and watching TV like a cow
Ned is growing and growing beyond 200 pounds
On cheese, sausage, buttered popcorn and Taco John's hashrounds
Ned could have taken a basketball to dribble
But Ned just wanted a nibble

Sing to me my precious one
Your song of Yes and No
A song that starts with questions asked
And never tells of woes

What thoughts make up your memories
What dreams of long ago
Are you at your senior prom
With your high school beau?

Can you see your wedding day
Your husband’s handsome face
Or hear your firstborn baby cry
When he joined the human race?

Life! Where is your justice
That you so can so cruelly go
And leave her precious melody
A simple yes or No

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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

Sometimes my poetry is deep,

depends on my mood,

and the secrets I keep.

Sometimes my mood goes away,

drawn out by the pen,

with the words that I say.

Sometimes darkness comes down,

an image of doom,

turns my smile to a frown.

Sometimes my heart seems to cry,

tears drip in blood,

yet my spirit flies high.

Sometimes I’m unable to ask,

words in a scramble,

becomes such a task.

Sometimes my work is a drain,

the title may put you off,

or the content cause you pain.

Sometimes life cant always be joy,

although I smile when I can,

when its hard to get by.

Sometimes you cant see the light,

covered by a mist of despair,

while trying to make everything al-right.

Sometimes I blame my Bipolar,

its like living in the dark,

when I desperately need solar.

Sometimes still waters run deep,

beyond the depth of my soul,

and the memories I keep.

Sometimes my life seems so calm,

upbeat and happy,

far away from the harm.

Sometimes when I find the time,

my pain onto paper,

I release with a rhyme.

Sometimes all I request,

is a little bit of love,

to help me become my best.

Thankyou..............

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

Children are ill

Rang the school so they would be cool
Children are ill so today they are going to chill
Buckets at the ready, trying to hold them steady
As one then the other compete to outdo each other
The Sons speciality seems to be reaching
And stomach churning sicking screeching
Daughters seems to be projectile vomit
And lots and lots and lots of it
Took a sea sick pill cos really starting to feel ill
Skidding my way from room to room
Large Mop and bucket and a broom
Now the smell of bleach is making me reach
And all I can say?
Is they aren’t the only ones having a bad day

Entirety

How is it that the beautiful of this land, can never see what we all can?
They look at hips and look at face and wish they could just erase
I look and such perfection, assembled in a heavenly collection
Not to big not to small, not to short not to tall, just perfect in your all
Why is it that you cannot see what is plain as day for all to see
I am to old, to fat I wish I could change this, I wish I could change that
Step back and look and see what friends, family and others can see
You in your beautiful entirety