Poets Corner
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Cancer Set Me Free - by Mirsa Parra
Here we go again, it was about 27 years ago I wote you down on paper,
Wishing you was a human instead of a disease. Destroying the life of my mother.
She never complained, she listened as I translated yet another test she had to endure.
If you were human I could destroy you, ripping you apart limb from limb with avengance for taking
my mother 27 years ago.
Now you are back this time inside of me lingering silently by the time
I am diagnosed. I am stage two and I am still going to battle you with all God has given me
in strength to survive you. I face you head on, I may even come close to death but I
will rise as my mother is with me. You might hide deep down inside of me , no matter how you blend
in me, chemo will burn you out. This battle will end with you being burnt to a crisp, Never bothering
my family again , for one day you will be deaceased.
A Friend – by Lara
A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits are down
through good and bad and when you have a frown
When we need love or a lift,our friend is a present our friend is a gift
A friend is someone who fills our lives with grace and literally makes our life a better place
Breast Cancer - by Laurie Hutchins
Breast cancer is a scary word that never wants to be heard. You find that lump and go in a slump. Always in the back of your mind you will find another one even bigger. It will trigger you all the time. Scared to even look , you feel like an open book, you only have one breast, it puts you to the test, you can never rest.People stare at you, you just say boo, you don’t feel whole, you want to crawl in a hole, so you can be alone and say why me…….
The Volumes – by Bea Hollander
Life is a story in volumes three, The past, the present and yet to be,The First is finished and laid away, The second we are reading day by day, The third and last of volumes three, Is locked from sight..God keeps the key.
Eyelashes – Denise Kandle
Do you know what it is like to cry without your eyelashes? It is not what I imagined it to be at all. My tears get squeezed out without any lashes to guide them on their way without the usual protection. My eyelashes used to hug my tears on their way down my cheeks. My eyelashes are just one more luxury cancer borrowed. Some think it’s no big deal these mere tiny droplets of salt water. However, for me I am standing behind a waterfall.
In Memory of Jeletta Burba March 22, 1928 ~ May 4, 2001 by Sue Kahl
If Roses Grew In Heaven Lord please pick a bunch for me,Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me.Tell her I love her and miss her,and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day, but there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away.
My Feelings – by Kay
At first I cried a lot, then I cried a lot and laughed a little, then I cried a little and laughed a little and now I cry a little and laugh a lot.
A Place To Heal - by Diana Kemp
We all have an angel who walks by our side. When things get us down we use her as our guide. When the road we travel is dark as the night, It’s the Angel God gave us who shows us the light.
Diagnosis Breast Cancer - (Written 2yrs after being diagnosed) By Jo Fidller
I’m sorry dear, please sit down, my doctor said with a frown.His sadness was plainly written on his face for me to see.I’m almost certain this is cancer, But lets do some more tests He said smiling his best. His compassion was great as He told me the truth Gently compelling and never aloof.
“This is not a death sentence” He said so resolute. You can beat this But you have to be strong You will be put to the test, And the test will be long. And then I thought This Doc is the best….I stumbled out the door And into my carI was all alone and numb, but the house wasn’t far.
Then in spite of my horror and fear When down my cheek slid a tear I remembered the greatest of all healers was near. The Lord Jesus who raised Lazarus from the dead and healed the blind. Then courage I began to find
Surely He (Jesus) could heal me. His gentle touch would deliver me……and my faith In Him would set me free!
Once I Was Afraid - (In memory of my Friend and Big Sister Bridget Grace Forsythe) by Julie Waves
Once I was afraid, Of darkness, and of fading.Once when I needed guidance, you showed me some mischances. And now that I’m alone, I wish you hadn’t been flesh and bone.I need more of what you’ve known. I need your help, I’m not yet grown.
Once again I am afraid. Now that it’s gone, the life you’d made. I feel so empty, you’re not here. Things are hazy, I can’t see clear.I want to see you smile just once more, Before my tears fall to the floor.
These past few days I feel I’m blind.You’ve gone and left me behind. Part of me is missing deep inside. She won’t come back because I’ve cried. She won’t come back because she’s died.The fairytales said she would, they lied. I promise I’ll watch over your mom and dad. I’ll remember the good times we had. When it’s time to say goodbye, I’ll try real hard not to cry. I’ll watch them lay you in the ground,I’ll try not to make a sound. Just for you I’ll try to smile. It’s just going to be hard for a little while.
Ode To The Doctors Office - by Ray Kissler
Here I sit so clean and shiny, Scrubbed and clean from Head to Hinny. I sit here afraid, split gown all in place. The doctor comes in, a frown on his face. He tells me “don’t worry” as he slips on his glove. I know right away, this is no back rub. He pushes and prods each little bump, I inwardly pray, please don’t find a lump. He works right along his manner so sure, Then says with a smile, “We may have a cure.”
I jump and I shout, and run out with glee, Forgetting the world can see the backside of me. I then get laid down on a bed of cold steel, Radiated till I think that I’m the next meal. Before I turn brown, or glow in the dark, The doctor comes in happy as a lark. Tells me to get up, I can go home, Continue my life as if nothing is wrong.
Today – by Betty
Outside my window, a new day I see and only I can determine what kind of day it will be. It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay, or boring and cold, unhappy and grey. My own state of mind is the determining key, for I am only the person I let myself be.
I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help, or be selfish and think just of myself. I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun, or gripe and complain and make it hard for someone.
I can be patient with those who may not understand, or belittle and hurt them as much as I can. But I have faith in myself, and believe what I say, and I personally intend to make the best of each day!
What Cancer Cannot Do – by Trace
Grant me patience when life seems too rough, When tempers flare and anger starts to rise. And when I think I have had enough,Help me see things through another’s eyes. Grant me sympathy and understanding When others come to me in need of caring; Instead of disapproving and demanding, Help me to be compassionate and sharing !
A Day Worthwhile - by Susan
I count the day as wisely spent in which I did some good, For someone who is far away or shares my neighbourhood.
A day devoted to the deed that lends a helping hand, And demonstrates a willingness to care and understand.
I long to be of usefullness in little ways and large, Without a selfish motive and without the slightest charge.
Because in my philosphy there never is a doubt, That all of us here on earth must help each other out.
I feel that day is fruitful and the time is worth the while When I promote the happiness of :- ONE ENDURING SMILE!
Beauty’s Sunset – by Jay Toledo
Beauty is described in sunset of crimson gold never so bold, adorning her simplicities never her extremities, contentions do not arise shining over her liquid surprise, above the rolling hills on earth’s coastal corvette she’s alive!
Someone Special – by Eva Lena Hartman
I cherish your caring and all your sweet ways, that give so much brightness to all kinds of days. And I guess that I knew
from the first time we met, You were somebody special I would never forget.
Send My Friend An Angel – by Christine McClimans
Please send my friend an angel , Send her one of mine, A loving and caring one, The best that you can find.
Please send my friend an angel, And trust her with its care, Someone or something for her to love And to always be there. Please send my friend an angel, One to help her fill her days, With hope,love,and laughter, And the warmth of sunshine rays. Please send my friend an angel , You know she gave me one of mine, Please send my friend an angel, A true friend’s hard to find.
A Place To Heal - By Bea Haber-Hollander aka Dolly
A place to rest, A place for tears, A place to remember all the years, A place to listen to a song bird sing, A place to hear the bell chimes ring.A place to not ever pretend, A place to grow, laugh and mend, A place to have courage, faith and hope, A place to love again and cope.
A place to look up at the heavens above, A place to have prayers and God’s love, A place to enjoy..a moment to steal, A place to have peace, a place to heal.