Poetry thread anyone?

farila_1966

Now that will be something to look forward to

nancypat

Sorry I haven't been posting.  My dd is visiting and we are fighting over the computer. lol

nancypat

A silent prayer for you Farila. 

greeneyeslv

Poem about FRIENDS hope you like it I won a certificate from a poetry contest years ago and love to share it with those I care about.... and that includes all of you in here... God bless you all!!!

 FRIENDS

Friends are like angels, they are always there watching over you,

Friends know how to stop you from feeling blue,

Friends are there throught the good and the bad,

Friends will share the happy days and the sad,

Friends are special like you and I,

Friends are not that easy to come by,

Friends forever, friends till the end,

A friend is the reason I have this poem to send.....

nancypat

That is a  lovely poem greeneyeslv and beautiful sentiment.  Thank you for joinin us!

farila_1966

I am an orphan now.. Will be missing on thread for a few days but will be back with you ladies soon...

http://chaptersfrommylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-orphan-now.html

nancypat

God be with you Farila in the passing of your father.  Take the time you need to grieve.  We will be here for you.

Nancy

Mazy1959

Farila......Hugssssssssss

apple

you look beautiful pantufas.. i so like your new avatar... hope all is well.

apple

and i enjoyed your poem greeneyeslv.

hope ;you have more.

Neece

Here's one from Australia:

This woman's mirror

 And so, I am asked:

 'who are you?'

A question to ponder, that one!

To wade through a swamp of foggy thinking

could take all night.

Compassion vies for room,

 nudges hostility,

on speaking terms with anger,

and with fear.

I spin around, dizzy with confusion.

A wellspring of love and purpose

centers me.

My fingertips touch the rim of the universe.

It's just that on my bad days,

I get lost in the travelling.

saint

Hugs Farilla

farila_1966

Thanks you everyone for the support.. I have missed you all very much.

Today I want to share a story poem with you. I know it is such a torture to read lengthy works but this is something very close to my heart and today I feel like sharing with you people. I usually write something very short but one day this just came out of blue.

                              Hidden Faces

Once upon a time there lived a kind and just king

Everyone loved him; his praise they would sing

With his two sons and his beautiful wife

He was very happy and content with life

One morning, while riding his horse a tragedy struck

He fell from his horse and was dead by sheer bad luck

The angels took away his soul as written in the record

To decide about his future they presented him before the Lord

With one glance at his pure heart the Almighty could tell

He belonged to the heaven and not to the hell

Yet drops and drops of tears rolled down from the king's eyes

God realized though good, the king was not wise

"My son, you weep because you are not smart

Don't weep, very unreliable is human heart

Try to forget the past days, try to push the memories away

In this heaven where you don't die, you can forever happily stay"

Slowly the king whispered "I know what I lack.

Where I am loved by everyone; there, I want to go back

My brave commander, wisest of all men my minister

They are all dutiful; nothing in my life is sinister

Everyone loves me dearly. In turn I love them all

My sons are obedient and are always at my beck and call

My queens fidelity my Lord, could surpass that of Penelope

More happiness than this I can never ever hope

I need no heaven now or anytime hereafter

Happy I am in my kingdom, whatever is the matter

‘O' Father, send me there where everyone loves me

If not, I assure you broken my heart would be"

God did not wish to break his heart, for good hearts are rare

Yet by his own rules he couldn't send him back there

Said God, "Once dead no one can go back there dear son,

Yet I will send you back, though now you can't be seen or heard by anyone

Because you will receive your body only after three days

Till then you will be hiding and watching how everyone behaves

But if you fill find out sadly that people are selfish

You can come back to me anytime with your mere wish."

Two angels brought back to earth the now smiling King

There he had to watch, over his funeral his dear ones mourning

"Don't weep darlings," he said "this death is just illusion

Wait for just three days and there will be no more confusion"

No one could hear nor see their beloved King

They sobbed bitterly over the most tragic happening

Each and everyone was only talking about the King's death

They hated to be alive and cursed their every breath

One look at their face and even the silliest could tell

Since morning no one had gulped even a single morsel

The King's heart was touched deeply seeing all the love

He strongly decided once again, I will not go to heaven above

Thinking of his friendly minister the King came to where he lived

The ghastly sight that met his eyes had to be seen to be believed

His dear friend held tightly in his hand a very sharp knife

His bodyguards were putting in every effort to save his life

"Don't kill yourself," cried the King "O my dearest friend.

This is just a passing phase, believe me this is not the end."

The minister who was exhausted just slumped down

His children wept and his wife sat there fanning him with tip of her gown

‘What is my commander doing?' questioned the King in wonder

When he found sobbing and weeping his brave strong commander

Pointing towards sky the brave one let out a loud cry

"If you had to take a life our King's life ..... WHY?

In his place could you not push me into the grave?"

He banged his head and wept. He was no more The Brave.

The King's burning soul now cried for some solace

So he decided it was time to visit his palace

All the servants there stood still, all of them were silent

Not a sound could be heard, save a sigh and a lament

His two children were crying in the their own chambers

All consoling and cajoling only fuelled the embers

As tears trickled down they did not bother to wipe it either

Just under their breath they whispered, "Father! Dear father!"

It was too much for the King to suffer without being heard or seen

He wanted to find some consolation in his dear beloved queen

He found her laying still and shocked, on the cozy bed

Two faithful maidens stood wiping tears from the eyes ruby red

Looking at his queen's state the King bitterly cried

"Why are your luscious lips now parched and dried?

O dear! My beloved, like dead why do you sleep?

 Why is your perfect hair disheveled and why your breaths so deep?

O my dearest, I am here. Only I cannot be seen."

He tried to talk but failed to console his beloved queen.

Suddenly the queen moved and she got up with a start

And let out a heart rending cry clasping her heart

"My beloved! MY love! My King! Where are you?

They say you are dead. How can this be true?

Life without you is worst than death, how can I bear this pain!"

Uttering those words she wept bitterly and fainted again.

Her maids discussed that it was the routine since morning

Anxiety rose in them and soon the doctor was called in

Absent minded the doctor gave some medicine which would help

The doctor like usual was not his jovial self

The King never had known his queen loved him so much

He caressed her head though she did not feel his touch

Unable to move from her side he sat beside her on the bed

Cruel it was he couldn't console anyone by showing he was not dead

After a long time the queen slowly started stirring

"I want to be alone with the memories and thoughts of my King".

Saying so she sent away the maids and closed the door

Then she sat, biting her lips and her toe scratching the floor

The King feared there may be some danger to his beloved wife

He thought she was planning of putting an end to her worthless life

No one was around in the room or anywhere nearby on this cold, silent and dark night

When suddenly through the secret door of the chamber there arrived a light

Holding lamp in its hands slowly then a shadow rocked

Peering at it the King saw his minister and normally he was shocked

‘What is he doing here?' thought the king ‘at this time of night'

Suddenly the queen rushed past the wondering King shouting with delight

She embraced and kissed the lips of  her lover her dear minister

They whispered lovingly not knowing they had a visitor

"At last after many years, now we have become free'.

The King could neither weep nor laugh at this sadistic mockery

He was aghast seeing the naked form of love and friendship

His heart was burning as though it was scorched by thorny whip

He heard the queen planning of marrying as she could not be alone

‘Soon' she said the king of her heart would sit on the throne

This infidelity, this licentious treachery, the king could bear no more

He ran towards his son's chamber with a heart bitter and sore

There he was amazed to find their tongues and swords on full swing

They were fighting to decide who would be the future king

Their faces were fierce. Of sorrow there was now no trace

The heart broken king had an urge to get out of that horrid palace

He realized in a hard way thee is no value for human relation

For his burning soul he did not know where to find some consolation

On his way out he heard some low whispering sound

He followed it and all his servants discussing he found

They were discussing on his death rites what would be their share

The king heard them and moved ahead without much care

His commander-in-chief with army officials sat around a table

And announced "As the King is dead, the government is not stable

This is the proper time for coup, soon I will grab the power

When the crown is mine on all of you wealth I will shower".

Thus found the king his commander and his men of troupe

Not mourning anymore but scheming and planning for a coup

The King left that place even sadder than before

He thought to himself ‘Why men are so rotten to the core?'

‘Yet everything is not lost' said to himself the poor King

‘My subjects still love me, my praises they still sing'

More sorrows awaited him as he observed them one by one

True love for him he could find in the heart of none

He then saw the beloved subjects who were now muttering and grumbling

And for the trouble caused they were even cursing the King

Now inside their homes making sure no one could hear them they said

"Is it our fault? Is it our problem that the king is dead?

We had to be starved and famished since today morning

If not others would accuse us of not loving our king

Everyone losing a days happiness were burning in anger

In the cover of darkness they were busy killing pangs of hunger

The King saw the bitter truth. Everyone in his life was a fraud

Losing his battle in a single day he sadly returned to God

"No more my Father", said the king, "I will suffer in this turmoil,

I thank you heartily for freeing me from this terrible mortal coil

Until now I thought everyone to me were duty bound

I am amazed and sad by the truth which today I found

No one cares for others vicissitudes nor are their actions just

All men and women are busy consoling their burning lust

Children need parents when are to be cared and fed

They care not a fig for parents when they learn they are dead

Everyone there My Lord I found so greedy and selfish

I wished to go back to them ? I am very foolish

What I now realize is that all the love I felt back on earth

Was just a great drama without any real worth

The world down there is very unkind and cruel

Happy I will be in heaven or even in a Hell

But never will I go back to my kingdom again

One meeting with the naked truth has given me enough pain".

Saying thus with shame the King hung his head down

The ever smiling God looked at him with a deep frown

"I created Man with great care and perfected his every part

But somehow I feel I went wrong when creating his heart

Its feelings were so selfish I had to hide it in his chest

Of all the gifts I have given to man this is the best

I had to give them power to lie, pretend and act

To lessen their selfish hearts acidic impact

To live with naked truth Man has not enough power

So the true faces I have hid behind a pleasant cover

Yet, you hate none, dear son; you are truly brave and strong

I should be ashamed for it is my children who have done wrong".

To take the King to heaven for angels God sent call

And sat there alone wondering ‘WHY I created man after all'.. 

Love and hugs

Farila

nancypat

Farila, you are the most incredible story teller.  Your poem is so true.  It makes me glad I'm not a king and I don't have anything.  Thank you for that gift in words.

Love,

Nancy

nancypat

Many thanks Apple for the hair compliment.  I can finally go outside and not feel like a chemo poster child.  God is good.  Because I lost so much hair from my inactive thyroid I was afraid I would be totally bald.  Not so.  I am very grateful and you don't know what your words mean to me.

Love,

Nancy

apple

oh farila.. thank you

and pantufas.. some people look great with the super short cut.  i prefer it to your hair actually. you've got a wonderful face and great glasses.  (that's what i need.. new glasses).

nancypat

Thanks apple, I had a horrible perm and color.  I am happier with it too.  I don't have to cover when I go out anymore because people think I have a super short cut.  As for the glasses, go to your local Wal-Mart and look at their reading glasses.  I broke my prescription ones and couldn't afford new ones and voila, $11.00 later I had some nifty frames!

Hugs to everyone!

Nancy

Warrior517

Hi Girls..Sorry you haven't heard from me...I had reconstruction surgery in New Orleans.(NOLA) I traveled from Michigan to have a DIEP. This procedure rebuilt both my breasts from my belly w/out cutting ANY muscles...amazing. It was a 12 hr surgery but so worth the results...anyway, as many of you, I went thru chemo, rads and herceptin (and plenty of surgeries!) This poem was what I wrote for my Radiation Team as a thank you gift..I framed it and presented it to them on my last day. Anyone whoever has had rads can relate!!! Enjoy!

The 3 Million Dollar Tanning Bed

By: Kathy Negro/ Breast Cancer Warrior

 

I walk into the office with apprehension and fear

The diagnosis of cancer is what we all share

 

 Radiation is needed for 6 weeks and 3 days

Completed my chemo and now it's this phase

 

The entire staff is filled with compassion and care

They make you feel as if they've known you for years

 

A mold is made from my chest to my head

To prevent me from moving and being misread

 

The next step seems to be exciting and new

Not one, not two but many small tattoos

 

The first day of treatment seems so surreal

The patients you meet know how you feel

 

It is time for radiation from the 3 million dollar tanning bed

You get on the table and gently lay down your head

 

You look up and the ceiling is filled with flowers galore

Your heart starts to beat and you feel anxiety to the core

 

The staff aligns you and each exits the room

It  feels like you're awaiting some impending doom

 

I lie there alone and start to pray

It is painless, this so called radiation ray

 

Each visit gets easier and the staff becomes friends

Fear, apprehension and anxiety all begin to end

 

Yes, the skin can get red, blister and peel

But doctors will take care of anything you feel

 

These words are my gift of appreciation and gratitude

For encouraging me to always have a positive attitude

 

Each day I walk in, I smile as I have learned to cope

This office has given me care, kindness, but most of all hope.

 

From the front desk to the doctor to each one of you

I am so grateful and proud of the job that you do

Mazy1959

Warrior...that is so nice. Hugs, Mazy

saint

WOW! Farila & Warrior you have shared some beautiful sentiments! Thank you!

I need to get back to writing--this site is so encouraging!  HUGS -be well & stay strong

arby

those are good poems and I hope you never delete them.  I read a book about Rage (a SUasan Komen publication) and it really opened me up to deal with my emotions.  some pretty crazy, honest poems came forth.  I'l share someday when I', feeling safe and less hung up on antiseptics.  Had a rough chemo day today, 6 days after my 1st treatment.  Instead of counting 1 treatment down, 5 to go; I'm back to saying 1 week almost down, 17 to go!   arby

EWB

Hi all, had a busy summer and not the time to read as much as I wanted. Catching up and again I am amazed by the writings!! wanted to share one with you...One morning I woke up early, thinking of a friend from a support group who was quite ill. Turns out she had died about the time I had written this.

For Geraldine...

Today I woke to the sound of rain

Not an angry rain

With bolts of lightning ripping the dark sky

Or clashes of thunder and sideways rain

But a gentle, sad rain

As if heaven was weeping

And

I thought of you Dear one

Whose body has seen

The angry storm

Like a leaf ripped and torn

Struggling to hold on to the branch

Not ready to let go

Of the life that has been so precious

And I wept

edited for spelling

Diagnosis: 11/9/2006, 4cm, Stage IV, Grade 3, mets, ER+/PR+, HER2+

saint

OMG ewb---that really touched me----it is one of the best here! HUGS  I feel like that leaf that is hanging onto the branch & won't let the wind rip it away yet!!!!!

be well & stay strong 

arnie2two

Absolutely beautiful Elaine!  Was really touched by it...

apple

makes me weep too EWB

farila_1966

Warrrior.. It is nice to see the appreciation for the hospital staff in your poem.

Elaine... That made me cry and while reading your poem I had the sad rain falling down here .... I thought our monsoons are over.

nancypat

That was beautiful Elaine.  I believe her spirit came to you in that pattering rain to lay those words upon your heart.  Thank you so much for sharing with us.

Also, thanks to Warrior for sharing her poem of her radiation treatments.  I didn't go through rads and now I have a better understanding of those who have.

We have new ladies joining in and that is wonderful!

Nancy

arnie2two

Elaine (((((((((((hugs))))))))))) simply beautiful!

nancypat

Sorry I haven't been posting.  The creative juices have dried up.  Some problems with my health (like no one else has them) but hope to back to you soon.  Just got back from Denver and I am still tired.  It is a beautiful city and would like to return one day.  My friend Nadine and I joined our friend Janet representing the Stop Smoking Support Thread.  Janet promoted the National Brazilian Jiu Jitsu tournament and we were her guests to promote awareness of bc and support for those who have quit or are trying to quit smoking.  We sold some pretty cool T shirts and had a wonderful time.  Now we must recuperate.  Best wishes to all!

Nancy

farila_1966

I miss my friends over here .. though I met most of you on facebook it is not like getting here to share our emotions...