I’m here in a hospital , ignoring the pain

they are starting my chemo, sticking my vein.

For a while I’ll get sicker, it hardly seems fair,

I’ll end up a lot thinner while losing my hair.

I’m beating this disease thats hiding inside

I’m going to live where others have died.

Of the shackles of sickness, I’ll surely break free,

I’m going to beat cancer, cancer will not beat me.

At treatment I’ve noticed, theres others around

the others with cancer whos spirits are bound.

to beat this sickness, theres one simple must,

In god put faith, in medicine put trust.

I keep going back…week after week

my body is weary…I’m unable to speak

the doctors bring good news…of the things they have found

the cancer is shrinking, chemo’s beating it down.

its been over a year…of cancer I’m free

I’ve beaten the cancer, cancer did not beat me!

Now I’m much better this you can attest,

I wear a pink ribbon proudly here on my chest..

Mike Laures…2007

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at The Pink Ribbon.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Should we?.

And took one off to rest.

He blessed it with some solar rays,

To warm the first bird’s nest.

God chose to give the world He made

To man, made from the grounds;

With just one rule: Don’t eat that fruit

From one tree out of bounds.

The man and woman broke the rules,

And poisoned paradise;

And had to work the land with tools,

Which made life not as nice.

Through centuries, the populations

Would break God’s every law,

And then complain of tribulations;

Blaming God, what’s more.

God could have left us to our fates,

Cut off from His good will.

Instead, adopting human traits,

He took a bitter pill.

Born in the world as Jesus Christ,

He lived without a flaw;

Then died, with pain, to pay the price

For all past sins and more.

This leaves us with a choice to make;

But we need to respond.

Do we accept God’s gift, and take

His ticket to beyond?

God’s help on earth, and heaven too

Are all part of the prize

We’ll win, if we let God come through,

To open all our eyes.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at All this and Heaven too.

The song of love is a bright song-
Tho bound in pain and woe-
The song of love is a dear old song-
FROM THE DAYS OF LONG AGO!

Say Darling Say-
When I am far away-
Gone like the days of September-
Will you feel sad,
To think you never had
SENT ME A LINE TO REMEMBER?

Say darling say-
Sumer has sped away-
Summer is gone, with its dreaming;
Oer the hills of home
Cold winds roam-
And goldenrods are gleaming.

Say Darling say-
Life has flown away,
Its so many years since we were young-
Rainbows of Spring,
Once were EVERYTHING-
SEND ME A LINE TO REMEMBER!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Song of Love.

She looked at me, and her deep dark eyes,
Where the shadows, when twilight is dim-
And I talked with her Grandma-
Beside the old boat,
That travels the Waves, no more!

Such a little time, we have in this world-
Where waves and winds are free!
And the sun shines down, from the drifting sky,
Such a little time, till the years go by-
Little GIRL, and her Grandma, and……me.

Then she emptied the basket,
Her brown hands held,
Of driftwood, to dry on the sand-
A small girl of China-
Only seven years old-
Little girl…..of a far away Land!

Dark were her eyes-
Like her pitiful life-
By the shore of the boundless sea-
And…the overturned wreck of a lonely boat-
Was her HOME, but the sounding sea!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at DARK WERE HER EYES.

HARK! I hear her WHISTLING!
I MUST CATCH HER ON THE FLY!
I would like one scoop of beer,
Once more, before I die.
The HOBO stopped….his head fell back….
HE’D SUNG HIS LAST REFRAIN……..
HIS OLD PAL STOLE HIS COAT AND HAT…….
And caught an EASTBOUND TRAIN.

A verse I added.

Tell the boys Im riding out
On a fast freight all alone,
AND GOD HAS LIT A MILLION STARS
TO GUIDE ME TO MY HOME!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at FAST FREIGHT GOING HOME. Verse three..

By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont

Sunshine leaned back into her comfy overstuffed chair,

Felt the amber glow and warmth of the fireplace there

The magic of a youthful mind is so very scrumptious and delicious

A charming place things are really-real even if they are fictitious

Rambleton Acres felt a jolt of winter’s mighty breath and gale

Which now becomes the back-drop of this cutesy child’s tale

Snow and cold had frosted the windows and whitened the yard

Icicles hung from the eves like shark’s teeth all pointy and hard

Beneath her seasonal blanket she tucked her leg under and said,

“Why, oh, why are hats worn by Santa Claus just white and red?”

Sunshine closed her eyes and traveled in the beauty of her fertile mind

In hopes of an answer but instead possibilities is what she’d find

In the corner of her mind’s room stood dapperly dressed Saint Nick

His pants pleated, and his coat adorned by epaulettes the color of brick

Four brilliantly polished stag-head buttons held the sable coat snuggly tight

And his boots were more the slipper, ornate much the festive delight

But it was the hat, the most unique hat that caught the child’s mind’s eye

Its minutia of intricate detail was the reason and the only reason why

Alas, an unusual coiffure of white framed it as might holly beneath a bow

The traditional hat was not that any more, for she imagined a sideshow

A snowman with a full bristled broom, held in arms thin for they were stick

Eyes and crooked smile coal, scarf plaid, a carrot nose, sporting a cowlick

The mailbox wore a red hat, showing Santa ringing a bell bedecked in

A swan covered shirt, a gingerbread neck tie held with a wreath tie-pin

The details of the hat revealed that four frogs sat on block spelling noel

The chorus singing from parchment songbooks the song Jingle Bell

A tiny rocking horse covered in cloth, the print poinsettia and holly on white

Wore a red bow, matching ribbon it rein and a white mane trimmed tight

A Christmas raccoon was placing a glow star on the top of an orange tree

Four teddies looked on, their vest’s button of star shaped shimmered glee

A woman’s handbag sat beneath that tree shaped exactly like the tree it sat below

Fifteen and twenty pine cone cluttered in a pile circled by a train, chuggin’ slow

Carrying a drum, wrapped presents, a pup, a kitty, four birds, a sled, and mittens

If you looked in one car’s window you’d see a girl sitting with three kittens

To the left, just above the brim, a girl was pulling her sled on shiny gliders

On it was one red-headed dolly, a stuffed bear and penguin as lucky riders

Look hard and you will see an old typewriter with paper in its carriage that said,

“Dear Santa…” and two mice were depressing the keys in dresses red-on-red

There do you see it, yes, a mouse turning a wheel, grinding coffee a holiday blend

One can easily imagine it must be a special gift for a very special friend

Standing alone on a frozen pond of ice is one lone snowman completely colored blue

Blue jays abound a blue birdhouse, blue top hat, scarf, coat, mittens, blue, too

A Christmas seal wears, yellow ear muffs that match in color to hand muff of a miss

She shyly turning her head beneath the mistletoe avoiding a beau’s frisky kiss

Duck… duck… goose… duck… duck… swan… all about to fly if you holler

Look closely and notice wreaths, bows, bells and bears are hanging from their collar

Three skunks are marching two carrying signs, one reading “I heart snow!”

The other, “I brake for reindeer!” while the drummer skunk-boy tympanis slow

In the far corner up near the tips ball is a huge up-dumped gold Santa sack

And all the things she saw were flowing from the wonderful Christmas pack

Her whimsical thoughts were interrupted by the call of her older brother

“Sunny, it is time for us to go, ready to visit our wonderful great grandmother?”

Sunshine looked around the room, smiled, fluffed her curls, and rose from her chair,

Neatly folded the blanket, covered Wally, and then winked to the teddy bear

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at SANTA’S HAT.

Hypnotized, mesmerized, illegalized

Bound by government and god-payrents

No more guns for you little girl

I never wanted them in the first place Mr.!

Weathering the storm that will ensue

She’s inspired by something (but it’s not really her)

It flows and it’s mine, she proclaims.

“I’m a listless flower waiting for the last stages of bloom” she explains.

The cherry poppin’ prick of a vitamin-c dweller had a way with her once

Now she finds herself wadding out of all the useless muck.

A lovin’ lesson to others, a guidance tour of her brain leads her to become even more insane.

By teaching others of the myth that everyone goes to get what they don’t got,

Gives her way to confess that all she ever got was what she already had.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Limitation.

Marriage

A day set apart by two special people

Emotions are bound to arise

Pensive, magical, mysterious.

Exciting, intriguing, joyful

Wondering if their choice is wise.

Because marriage is a sacred bond.

It takes two people

Who cared enough about each other

To enter into a sacred covenant that has no equal.

Because two individuals are now one.

Sharing every joy, happiness, sickness, sadness under the sun.

Learning many things about the other.

Things singles are not privy to know.

It is these likenesses and differences

That will tightly cement the bond enabling them to grow.

Learning new different kinds of love

Caring and sharing, laughing and weeping.

But the most important thing to learn

Is kindness and respect for each others keeping.

Harsh words, silly bickering, disrespect

Should be avoided and never cause weeping.

Tenderness and love is the secret to

A long and happy marriage.

Love soothes all wounds.

Tom Fenning

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Marriage.