Diabetes Haiku (a.k.a. Haiku-Betes)

I got the sugars
diabetes known to
all in grape land as sugars.

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D sent away friends
D really ruined my life
Rather be normal

Alone, sugar bad
Ask for help, turned away
Good numbers not reached

Story of my life
Health an unreachable goal
So what is the point?

Fasting numbers bad
Tired of trying to fix it
Nothing is working

Must tend to happier thoughts and the dog:

Fuzzy black nose is
In my face, so very cute
Wanting walk, treats, love.

Big tongue, panting lots.
Rub my ears, scratch my back, now!
Give me milk bones, already!

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Awoke this morning
To see a sixteen-point-five
Just another day

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A carbohydrate
It used to be so simple
Now must be counted

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I published this poem on TuDiabetes on January, 2012:
Haiku Times Three

Spring Life
Glint of Ruby-throat,
rabbits nesting in my herbs.
New life – insulin.

Summer Love
Territories marked –
scents and songs and beating wings.
Drowsy dream of cures.

Autumn Inspiration
Frost startles the leaves,
rosemary tingles the air.
My scarecrow wears blue.

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yes Haiku-betes was started by @dino

but I love having a new topic on this!

I was going to call it “Dia-ku” but I like “Haiku-betes” much more! :slightly_smiling_face:

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Gosh-darn-ed test strips
Always littering the floor
Glad they’re not Lego

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Trudy, just beautiful…love the seasons…can feel what you’re feeling🍂

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Di-a-be-tes is
Four-syllable word meaning
Unwanted new life

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Tell your daughter I USED to have a hobby: artisan-style baking! :yum:

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Life on insulin
Happiness is by the hour
Will it do me in?

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Ward off, ward off, those
complications, exercise
in moderation

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Broken pancreas
I must become an organ
To keep her alive

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Spike to two hundred
Only one small plain pancake
Where no spikes before

Honeymoon over?
MDI, CGM, pump?
Pancreas kaput

Next normal coming
Over the horizon soon
Wonder what will be

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Noble pancreas
Under-appreciated
Until it’s no more

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D Battles

I have D–we strike
a truce with my injections.
Clear vision returns.

When I’m high or when
I’m low, my dogs stare at me.
I watch for their smile.

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Transitions

A Swallowtail pair
search for the last sweet nectar.
Summer days grow cool.

My blood sugar rises high,
falls as low as autumn air.

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Depression looms
as winter refuses to leave
Summer where are you?

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take the cards you’re dealt
it’s better than dementia
at least there’s treatment

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