Do you write poetry? Introduce yourself!

Thanks for the invite, Sohair. I love to read poetry, but don not write it. My life has changed over the last month, or so. Our daughter left her husband and came back home with 3 children, ages 2,4, and 7. You asked me one time “any suggestions” on how to handle retiremnet Now I’m asking, “any suggestions?”

DUST OF SNOW
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Robert Frost

Unloved
Don’t care
Uncaring
Don’t hope
Unhopeful
Don’t live
Unliving
Dead

Loved
I care
Caring
I hope
Hopeful
I live
Living
Alive

As I lay me down to sleep
And take the weight off from my feet
I think of all the things gone by
Throughout my day and then i cry
A tear of happiness I weep
My little treasures close I keep.

I’ve tucked them up inside their beds
All I could see was tiny heads
Injections done and bloods too
Until morn’ no need to poke at you
They look so sweet from heaven sent
My little gifts that god has lent.

As i lay down in bed,
My brain ticks,
As i worry what will be,
Or what will become of me,

Will i wake up in the morning,
Shall there be any warning,
My family may not see me again,
I think that may be the last hug with mum,

As i fall asleep i cherish my memories,
For they may be my last,
Then i say i smiled today,
so my last one,is a good one

Do the poems have to pertain to diabetes?

Have you ever been afraid
I mean really afraid
I have since my disease
I pray to God, To take my fear away
I ask if he would let me be at ease
They say things happen for a reason
Of this I am sure
Then why am I so afraid
Is it the unknown I fear
Everyday I shed another tear
My heart aches so bad
I can not live my life
Not as a mother nor a wife
Each day brings me nothing but strife
Help me God, This I pray to you
I can’t go another day
feeling so blue

Let Me Be There For You
When your days seem cloudy Let me be there for you.
I know how down you feel ,Your sad and feeling blue
As your friend I ask of you To let me be there for you
My heart aches for all your sorrow
I want to help you face better tomorrows
Let me be there for you
Your forever and a day friend, Loves you very much
Just let me be there for you Our friendship has grown This you know to be true I will forever stand by you
I will do whatever it takes, To help you through
Let me be there for you
I want so much to make Your tomorrows a little brighter
Your heart a little lighter ,I really care my friend
Let me be there for you
Dedicated to my friend Denise 1999

The New York Times today printed some poems today from well-known poets reflecting on the election.

yeah! really great idea!

Dear sohair,
i have joined a bicycle team that will be racing across the u.s. from san diego cal. to annapolis md. in june of 2009 , i am asking you for some of your beautiful words to help prepare me for this challenge,
i thank you with all of my sincerity in advance,
john

Close To death

How did I get so close to death
And not be aware
As the doctor in the emergency said these words to me
You are at deaths door
Your numbers are so very high
They seem to just have soared
All I felt at that moment
Was complete and dreaded fear
Diabetes? Who me at sixty years of age
My organs were shutting down
All I could do was shed a tear
Not ever see my children again
Nor my grandchildren
This was my biggest fear
I prayed to God
To help me through this ordeal
It all was confusing to me
Oh God set me free
How will I learn all they are saying to do
I don’t want to be that close to death again
This what I say is true
I will follow the rules set before me
I ask only you set me free

Thanks given to You
God:

The family gathered,
The neighbours came
The food was prepared
That was after a prayer
said:
Thanks God
Now thanks were given
The food is ready
To be shared
Plenty, other thanks
were said

Welcome Mike to Poetry club!

Floating Islands

Ilhas flutuando
that belong to my grandmother,
belong to my mother
but not to me.

A six gallon bucket of water
balances on their heads
as the peppery-hot, sun, presses
like an iron against
thin-rag clothed skin
turning their beige backs, brown
as they walk miles to Kurral Grande
a trek that was never mine.

I don’t own memories,
of rising to the sound of a rooster’s wail
of hand milked, goats milk
of mildewed stone walls
of homemade, rubber, shoe soles

Ignored in its bend of the world
are the ten, tiny, desolate, lonely
Ilhas flutuando.
They belong to my grandmother,
belong to my mother
but not to me.

I love your poem, Kathy…“they belonged to my grand-mother, to my mother, but not to me”…you were spared!

Thank you Judith for the nice comment
Sherry

I just went to my Endo Dr my a1c was 5.6

Thanks Sherry for joining us,your poem is so beautiful,congratulation for 5.6:Great

Beneath The Moon

The stars that framed your face
while you showered me
in gifts of praise
now live forever in your gaze
How intimately the moon glowed as I bathed in the tides of your love
Drawn to Earth by your tender voice
she has wandered your lips
Morning Glory covers us with a soft presence
She found us floating lightly together…
two twighlight zephyrs resting in her garden
As we rise up the Sun
finds home upon our bed
and basks in dreams of the Divine

Dedicated to Peter Thunderheart Brandt
Passed perfect days in paradise joyously to the Beloved

Welcome Anne with your beautiful Australia,and your beautiful feelings