Oh…I so like your poem Zo Zo!
So honest…and so bloody true!
Here’s something by Leonard Cohen…
Bird On The Wire
(from Songs From A Room)
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, “Hey, why not ask for more?”
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
by Leonard Cohen, Stranger Music Inc. (BMI).
(like a worm on a hook…I’ve often felt that way!)
Fairport Convention does a nice “British folk-rock” version of this… It’s a beautiful song.
What rhymes with insulin?
My own written (sorry if there are some wrong in my english):
On my move again
I´ve been messed up
been broken down
Have looked in the eye
of death and dawn
But I made my step
I´m on my move again
I´ve got so much time to kill
I have my dreams
and those I´m going to fulfill
You may find me complicated
see me smiling in the
hardest rain
But I have find my reason
I have find my way
on my own
I love your writing Tina xxx
Sohair…the sketch and painting are beautiful! Who is the artist?
Jerry…discipline rhymes with insulin!
Stem cell
خلية جذعية
و تاهت في أروقة و ممرات خلية…جذعية
تبحث عن هذا الذي سيتبناها
و يعطي لها في قلبه
منزلا و دار…مأوى
في دفء القلب ستنبت منها
ألف خلية…أخرى
و تصبح قبيلة جذعية
و قبائل
و شعوبا تهب الأمل
لخلايا احتضرت
و خلايا ماتت من زمن
فتنمو في كل أرض الخلايا
ألف فرح
و بهجة
خلية جذعية في الأروقة
تمشي
تناظر الأغراب علها تجد
في عيون أحدهم
مأوى
Thanks, Zo Zo,
This one really connected with me.
I feel like I should apologize in advance for posting this. Why did I write this? I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But here it is.
The Cure
For years they prayed for the day…
The day he could stop
bleeding for blood sugar tests.
staring at his food, counting carbohydrates,
worrying about insulin on board,
infusion site sensitivity,
medical adhesives,
A1Cs…
The day they could get rid of it all…
The boxes of test strips that he would never need,
All the sharp things,
All the technological marvels,
The insulin,
would all finally be stacked up and packed up
to be sent away.
They wished for the day to come…
But diabetes left in the night,
And took their boy.
Jerry,writing is magic,it makes us feel better,and your poem is great.
Welcome to Poetry Club
لم يتبقى في القرية
رجل
لا يعرج
رجل
من قدميه
أصابعه هربت
ذهبت
تتنزه
في مقابر
القرية
رجل أعمي
ويكابر
هاتوا الحلوى
للقبر
واغسلوا جسدي
بالحلوى
عسل مر
There is no single man in my village
Who does not limp
Who has
Five toes in his foot
There is no single man in my village
Who can see well
And on top of that
They all swim
In honey rivers
I posted this up as a blog post, then realised I should have posted it here!
Come in, come in, my little one, the spell has taken hold!
For though the sweat drips from your brow, it seems your flesh is cold…
And sickness grips your stomach such that nothing there remains,
Your blood and urine honey sweet, and acid fills your veins!
But fear ye not, my little one, a poultice I will make
To stop the shaking of your limbs and thirst you cannot slake!
So lie down on the feathered bench whilst I prepare the charm
And soon the anguish in your mind will be replaced with calm!
Before I act to make you well, a contract you must sign,
And whilst you hold to all its rules the spell remains benign!
But should you stray but for a day, then havoc will you reap,
And it may be that demons come to take you in your sleep!
So take this spike to pierce your flesh, should e’er you wish to eat,
If you would save your eyes and heart, and long retain your feet!
The juices in this vial serve to pacify your food
Without it, live a hellish life, with foul and blackened mood!
You must perform the ritual till dawns the far off day
The curse is lifted from your kind, and only then you may
Tear up the contract, cast away the sharp and bloodied spike,
Then go out to the restaurant and order what you like!
Great Poems.
Down the street
That street that lingers forever
In my dreamy….
Dreams
I walk,
My lazy steps take me to….
No……where
On the pavement I stop for a while
Then suddenly hop
As a child
Smile…
And go on on my way
To no ….where
Down that street
That lies there
In the corner
Of my dreams
I wrote this poem today for some of my family that I have not seen in a very long time. It was to help them to understand the D part of my life. I was not sure if it would but to my suprise it did. Thought I would share it with all of you.
Routine
Insulin pump, or
multiple injections a
day. Meter to test.
Dexcom showing trends.
Day starts. Am I in range now?
Sometimes just don’t care.
Always counting carbs.
Healthy food chocies a must.
Owning my choices.
Everyday routine.
Hoping the day will end well.
This is my routine.
Thanks for sharing, both the poem and the idea of getting understanding in this way.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Great poem mistressbinky.