Poetry thread anyone?

Hi there Saint.. How are you doing now? Hope you get well soon. Did they find out what kind of flu (or whatever) you had? Thinking of you and sending you lots and lots of prayers.

You poets are so inspiring.

I came looking for words from Saint. She once responded to me in a way that made a big difference in my life.

I found this from her on these pages, written on September 28th of this year:

" . . . I feel like that leaf that is hanging onto the branch & won't let the wind rip it away yet!!!!!"

It gives me comfort to think that we are but a branch on the tree of life. Each leaf on our branch will eventually fall, as will each leaf on each of the other branches. It looks as if the leaves are separate, and in fact we spend a lot of time thinking this is so, but we are all an intricate part of that tree. When we fall we go back to our source. We are here to experience what it is to be a leaf among leaves. We are here to learn that we are one with the leaves, with the tree, and with our source.

Thanksgiving poem

Thanks for children quickly growing
lithe and strong and fresh and showing
signs of maybe caring for those unknowing
of the largesse life bestows,
who would give to those who'd gladly give
a month of those days they live
in exchange for  a meager taste
of the food we carelessly waste
for their own children.

in my own little corner

on my own little bench

i can be whatever i want to be

even a wench

(part of a Cinderella piano poem).

my greetings extend across the divide we scan
 together in our hearts, also too, the beasts
oddly not connected genetically.  also man
 stands upright and alone and it is easy to
create vegetable preparations, feasts
for all here in this hinterland hereto
we embrace our creatures
loving them with features
kind and smiling

 

here's something I had a lot of fun putting together - i also put it on the october chemo thread as that's where I am............... 

hope it brings a smile as that's what it's meant to do

Philippa

The twelve days of Chemo

On the first day of chemo these delights came to me
The most scary, bright pink pee

On the second day of chemo these delights came to me
Total exhaustion and some more scary bright pink pee

On the third day of chemo, these delights came to me
A very queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee

On the fourth day of chemo, these delights came to me
Very fuzzy head, one queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee

On the fifth day of chemo, these delights came to me
A foul tasting mouth, very fuzzy head, queasy tum, total exhaustion,
but no more funny pink pee

On the sixth day of chemo, these delights came to me
Dreadful constipation, foul tasting mouth
very fuzzy head, queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee

On the seventh day of chemo, these delights came to me
Clumps of hair a falling, dreadful constipation, foul tasting mouth
very fuzzy head, queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee

On the eighth day of chemo, these delights came to me
Skin nerves a jangling, clumps of hair a falling, dreadful
constipation, foul tasting mouth
very fuzzy head, queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee

On the ninth day of chemo, these delights came to me
Needless tears a falling, skin nerves a jangling, clumps of hair a
falling, dreadful constipation, foul tasting mouth, very fuzzy head,
queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee

On the tenth day of chemo, these delights came to me
Clumsiness and stumbling, needless tears a falling, skin nerves a
jangling, clumps of hair a falling, dreadful constipation, foul
tasting mouth, very fuzzy head, queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no
more funny pink pee

On the eleventh day of chemo, these delights came to me
Grumpy bad temper, clumsiness and stumbling, needless tears a falling,
skin nerves a jangling, clumps of hair a falling, dreadful
constipation, foul tasting mouth, very fuzzy head, queasy tum, total
exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee


On the twelfth day of chemo, these delights came to me
Blood counts a dropping, grumpy bad temper, clumsiness and stumbling,
needless tears a falling, skin nerves a jangling, clumps of hair a
falling, dreadful constipation, foul tasting mouth, very fuzzy head,
queasy tum, total exhaustion, but no more funny pink pee

bump for littlebird.

Apple told me about this thread...Thank you! I'll post a few I had posted elsewhere and some new things. I've enjoyed reading the first three pages of this post and feel like I have found a wonderful "home" of amazing friends who share my enjoyment of words strung together to convey something special.

Loss

The nurse is talking in hushed tones
as if she's telling a secret
though I'm sure she's told a thousand more like me

too quickly
as if I surely know
as if this is old news
and we must move on
to more pressing matters

Infertility

the

word

drops

so

innocently

from her lips

I catch my breath
remove my glasses
wipe my eyes
and ask her to stop

long enough
for the sound
of that door slamming
to stop ringing in my ears

who might you have been?
my little girl
my youngest of three
that I've been waiting for?

The Kettle

the kettle calls the pot black
she says

but
the kettle remembers
those talks
into the wee hours
of those nights
so cold

the kettle
remembers
the laughter
the hugs
all the crazy secrets
pots and kettles share

the kettle calls the pot black
she says
but
the kettle remembers
holding all the tears
the pot couldn't hold anymore
and being grateful

and knowing that's what
kettles are for
for holding things
that no one else can hold
no one else
but that one
that one that knows you
inside and out
like the kettle knows the pot.

I will stop for today...This isn't about BC however as a result of my BC I've recently had a very uncomfortable disagreement with a friend of 7 years. It's been interesting to see how my illness has such a varied impact on those near me. I hope she and I are able to gain a mutual understand and heal this rift.

excellente littlebird - your poetry is LOVEly

i think we have writer's block or something, because this thread has been kind of low-activity lately. 

maybe things will perk up now.

what have I been missing here??? So glad I came back here today... Now to read those poems in detail again... Loved all of them.

Farila 

This is not something related to BC but this is something very close to my heart and I want to share it with my friends here.
In my childhood I often came across old deserted women and men sitting on the road side and begging for food. Most of them once belonged to some good family. I once saw a man begging but he looked well educated and smart. I occasionally would talk to him and one day found that his son was specialist in medicine. These old people would sort of wring at my heart and I would feel very sad and helpless. I was afraid someday I will be different and forget all these people. I was afraid that someday may be I will change into one of those uncaring kids. I felt helpless at not being able to do much. I found solace in the thought may be their end is good and peaceful. I wanted it to be so. Here it is for you to read....This is something very close to my heart and it means a lot to me. I must have written this when I was 17 yrs old... back then I at least had some hope but today at the age of forty four I feel sad, miserable, helpless and also without hope when I see the deserted old people on streets. I did not turn into one of those ungrateful kids.. but also I have never done anything exceptional to help those people.

AN ANGEL LIED
An old woman; in dirty tatters she was clad
Her wrinkled face even when smiling looked sad
Though her five children were now well off
All they managed to give her was just a scoff
Rumor was she was bad tempered and threw tantrums now and then
So keeping her with them was insulting for her children
All of them, whom she had once carried in her sack
Were not bothered now seeing her womb kiss her back
How easily they forgot she had fed them from her breast
They couldn't remember for them she had given up rest
Now in her time of need they chased her away
Their clever brains decided with them she can never stay
Driven by hunger she begged around
Parched and broken lips parted yet came out no sound
For months and months no comb no oil touched her hair
If we called her rags clothing, it wouldn't be fair
Her wrinkled skin forgot what is soap
Yet she had something left in her. She had hope
The hope that someday God would send a kind soul
Other than this she had no other aim or goal
Though she never saw God, in his kindness she believed
With respect to the life he had given her she continued to live
If not begging one could hear her whisperings
Looking up at the skies and calling upon the king of kings
Under her breath sending him her only prayer
To show a human heart; which of kindness had a layer
But nothing changed and the monotonous days passed by
Till a night came with not a single star on the sky
Sleeping under an old banyan tree the old soul shivered in cold
She tried warming up by rubbing her hands but found them feeble and old
Everything about her was worn out and she needed help
Her heart cried now, because now she couldn't help herself
The cold stormy night lit in her heart a burning desire
To save her from cold only if only someone would light a fire!
To her surprise in dark she saw someone with light
He was a handsome lad whose smile filled her with delight
He looked pretty and innocent like a blooming flower
Sitting beside her and talking kindly he lit a bonfire for her
The fire burnt and made the cold woman warm
She looked at the lad and wondered at his charm
Suddenly she realized she was hungry and famished
The warmth disappeared and her smile vanished
The woman unable to speak just pointed where trouble stood
And slowly whispered whether he had with him some food
He opened a bag and delicious dishes he spread
To the content of her heart the old lady he fed
Satisfied now she gratefully looked at the lad
Something on her face said her heart was yet sad
Holding her hands the young man said "consider me your son
Mother, even now you are so sad; please tell me the reason"
He held her dirty body in a comfortable embrace
The lady looked at him, doubt written all over her face
She said, "Only one word, you have to tell
Child, are you a human or are you an angel?"
"Mother" said he, "In such a way why do you scan
I assure you I am no angel but just a simple man"
The old woman now smile written large on her face
Lifted her hands upwards and sung her lords praise
She thanked him for at last He answered her prayer
And sent a person who could love and care for her
"My parents" said she, "to love me never came forward
When married I had to put up with a drunkard
I thought my lovely children were my consolation
But truth is bitter and they turned out to be my worst delusion
So my lord I longed to see a person to me who could be kind
Today in human form my longings here in front of me I find
Humanity is not lost, it can't be surpassed by
As you have proved this to me, in peace now I can die"
Saying so she lay down as drowsiness began to creep
Soon the young man saw peacefully she lay in deep sleep
He slowly stood. His face was now firm
His appearance changed and he glowed like a glowworm
He looked at her sadly and as he spoke his face fell
"I said I was a man, but truth is I am an angel
If you had not asked from selfish man for kindness
I wouldn't have landed myself in this mess
If you had asked for health, beauty or power
Gifts of it over you I could shower
Even richness, wealth and realms of gold
If asked I could have paid you in hundred fold
I could have easily laid at your feet any nation
For that matter anything from dear lords creation
But you asked for a gift which is impossible to find
How can this selfish human heart be kind?
A person who would care for an old street woman
I searched everywhere but I found none
Alas! To fulfill your last wish I had to lie
For if not consoled thus, in peace you wouldn't die
Forgive me lady with you I played foul"
Thus saying the angel of death took away her soul.............................

By Farida Rizwan

gosh Farila.. so wondrous.

This is for Saint who needs our prayers.

May the voices and breath of our world that sigh
with the beauty, wonder and depth of the sky,
May the turnings of time and the lessons that lie
in the stones and the leaves and years passing by
lift up your spirit and fill your heart
with the knoledge that you are a part
of all that we are and all we may be.

Your wisdom and humor, the love that you share
in a life that is hued with compassion and care,
and the knowledge that God is the source of the rare
blessed woman who lives her life as a prayer....
You bring joy and the love to those who are blessed,
so honored and fortunate to be a guest
at the wondrous feast of our Saint.

May God be with you Saint
and hold you close with great love.

oh i love that! imank

it's so poignant