Not Wheelchair Accessible
I have something to say but no one will hear it because I can’t get in.
The place to speak is not wheelchair accessible.
My whole life I have been on the outside looking in.
Because most business owners brains are not wheelchair accessible.
When I’m on the street corner just waiting for bus some one walks up and hands me a dollar because they think I’m begging another mind that is not wheelchair accessible.
I know most people have to look down to see me, but they don’t need to look down on me. A person who is unable to see past the physical is a person who will never see that I’m not the one with the disability they are. Do you hear me or are you not wheelchair accessible.
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Keep Yourself Accessible
Did you dropp your smile?
Something is missing on your face.
And I know I haven't seen that in a while.
Did it hurt?
Have you deserted it,
To carry that frown?
Don't be down.
Keep yourself accessible.
Turn around.
Get rid of that frown.
Keep yourself accessible.
Don't dry up like a vegetable.
Or a grape reduced to a raisin juiced.
Showing you've been pruned,
From a plum someone had used!
Keep yourself accessible.
Turn around.
Get rid of that frown.
Invite more sun to come around.
Keep yourself accessible.
Become a fine wine...
That's been aged over time.
And decide in your mind...
The life you live welcomes Sunshine!
Keep yourself accessible.
With a spring in your step,
Bouncing in your prime.
Yes...
Keep yourself accessible.
Turn around.
Don't be down.
Keep yourself accessible.
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
Hey...
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
Hey...
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
Hey...
Keep yourself accessible.
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Don't Matter
Yes I have a disability.
But it don’t matter.
Yes I use a wheelchair for mobility.
But once again it don’t matter.
Yes because of my disability my speech is sometimes hard to understand. But like I said before it don’t matter.
And yeah there are those who because of their disability they have to talk with their hands. But you know it don’t matter.
Whether or not a person has a disability don’t matter.
We should all be treated as if we matter.
Handicap Access
I have often been told, when I get to heaven I won't need my
wheelchair. That got me a wondering. If it's true that God don't
make mistakes, and He created me with s disability, then why won't
I need my wheelchair when I get to heaven? If I'm not a mistake
then there's nothing God needs to do to heal me. I have heard there's
a stairway to heaven, and my faith let's me believe that heaven
also got handicap access. Furthermore, I'm not worry whether or not
heaven's got handicap access. I just hope to get their when I pass
on. I was born with this disability and I'm going to die with it.
And if God allows me into heaven I have faith that the pearly gates
got handicap access.
She Does Deserve Great Sympathy
Ageing Bella in the house at the corner outdoors she is not often seen
She was a potential swimming Olympian till a motoring accident she had at eighteen
Brought an end to her swimming career back in ninteen seventy three
And condemned her to life in a wheelchair she does deserve great sympathy.
She could not compete in the Olympics and swim her way into renown
And become the toast of the Nation and the heroine of her Hometown
It robbed her of her chance of having children she has never been any man's wife
one might say she was quite unlucky that accident ruined her life.
She is quite an attractive woman her brown hair flecked with strands of gray
She had spent years of her life in a wheelchair seven to ten years before her prime day
when I meet her she smiles and says hello but sometimes she looks rather sad
I can only empathize with her a terrible life she has had.
Thirty six of her fifty four years in a wheelchair since her widowed mum died five years ago she has lived on her own
Lady luck is surely against her a terrible life she has known
Confined to a wheelchair due to a car crash on the highway which robbed her of her chance of fame
In swimming she was a young champion and for herself making a name.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Jimmy
Well I kinda feel sorry for jimmy
Yeah but you dont know the whole story he wasnt a nice guy
Whaddya mean?
Let me tell ya
Jimmys in a wheel chair and I dont care
He used to walk his dog
And then hed beat him good
Like his pretty wife
And now theyre up and gone
And jimmys in a wheelchair and I dont care
He was the president
Of a company
He kept his workers poor
Hed lie and cheat and steal
Well when justice strikes
Well every once in a while
It makes a bullseye hit
Well every once in a while
He used to yell and scream
Until his son would cry
Then hed run him down
Well he dont run no more
Jimmys in a wheelchair and I dont care
He got big and fat
And he was ridin high
Makin lots of cash
Trashin others lives
Now jimmys in a wheelchair and I dont care
Lord he had it comin
Now hes cryin in his beer
Lord have mercy on this man
song performed by by Devo
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Macedonia
Stare, bare, ware, mare, care, fare, hare, pare, rare, tare;
And, trying to see beyond!
But, i have something to tell you,
And like your muse in the land of Macedonia.
Blair, chair, air, fair, stair, hair, lair, flair, wheelchair, pair;
You just don't know it because, you can't get there!
And like this girl on the wheelchair.
Wheel, feel, steel, reel, peel, creel, heel!
And to meet with you;
But in six days time you will understand my mind,
For the actions of your love are now recorded.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For me, the wheelchair symbolizes disability in a way a cane does not.
quote by Annette Funicello
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Somewhere Easily Accessible In My Memory
SOMEWHERE EASILY ACCESSIBLE IN MY MEMORY
Somewhere easily accessible in my memory-
Faces of people I last saw sixty years ago-
The smells of a long lost neighborhood-
My parents in so many ways-
Worlds upon worlds upon worlds
Which only I know,
And which will in a few years disappear.
Waste is the way of the universe
Of Life in which most species vanish from the earth
Of my small experience also-
It will all go
When I go.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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on This Special Christmas
How do you celebrate Christmas?
Buy a new dress....
Buy a new shoes....
Go to Church....
Having party in the garden
Cooking with your spouse
on the night before Christmas
Then, after that what
Do you feel happy?
Do you feel fun?
Do you think of the poor family on the street?
Can not celebrate any of the holidays
Everyday for them just hope
Holiday is just the same with other day
Can you imagine people who is sick?
People who need wheelchair to go
but do not have money to buy
It's fine to have a Christmas party
It's fine to buy many new things and gifts
But, can we try to give charity
Buy a wheelchair for one sick and poor people
It's a Christmas moment
It's a Christmas with a valuable meaning
Smile when this Christmas come
Good Man
I ain't like the rest, I am (accessible)
One day U'll see that I'm the best
(I'm a super workin' man, mama)
If I am good then U are (accessible)
I am a good man
(Good man) {x2}
U walk around with your heart on the ground
U ain't got nobody and U're feelin' down
Maybe U've been lookin' on the wrong side of town
Listen...
I've been workin' 2 jobs just 2 make ends meet
2 U it might look like a dead end street
Where little boys give up, a good man sticks around ... yes he does!
So if U're lookin' 4 a good man (good man)
A super workin' lover papa
A good man (good man)
A money makin' real provider
Then give up, your search is over
I'm the man 4 U
(Good man)
U're sick of talkin' 2 men with no future?
Well, a trip around the world'd suit U fine
(True love, it don't cost nothin')
True love don't cost nothin'
Just 2 hearts beatin' in time
Oh, if U believe it, let me hear U say yeah, oh yeah
U got 2 give me a chance
Get it on
If U believe it, let me hear U say yeah, oh yeah
And we can find romance
I got, I got, I got, I got some super workin' love 4 ya
And if it's passion U're after
Oh girl, I can do the do (do the do)
Don't let my dirty hands fool U
I ain't gonna stop until U beg me, beg me, beg me 2
My ride got a 12 cylinder that's built 2 last
And if U let me love U baby, U'll forget about your past
Woman, I'm a super workin' lover man
If U hear me rappin' 2 U, tell me that U understand
Every good woman wants a good man
Let me hear U say yeah, oh yeah
U got 2 give me a chance
If U believe in love, let me hear U say yeah, oh yeah
We can find romance
Y-E-S we can
Every good woman needs a good man
A super workin' good lovin' papa (Good)
A long stridin', a real providin' (Good)
Money makin', clothes-off takin' good man (Good)
Think U know what I mean
A brother holding plenty of green
(Baby, here I am)
Baby, if U want my love, say yeah, oh yeah (Good man)
U got 2 give me a chance
Y-E-S we can
(Every woman wants a good man)
If U want my body, say yeah, oh yeah (Good man)
Give me a chance
Then U and me can be accessible
'Nuf said!
(Good man) {x2}
(I'm a super workin' man, mama)
(Good man
song performed by by Prince
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One Leg Anne's Escape
One leg Anne
crutched herself
to the window
and stared out at the rain
Look at the pissing weather
she said
she let go
of the handle
of one crutch
and scratched her thigh
you stood just behind her
watching her standing there
like a dejected Napoleon
What do you think
they'd say if I got you
to push me out
in the wheelchair
in this Skinny Boy?
she said
looking at you
over her shoulder
They wouldn't allow it
you replied moving up
beside her
and peering out
at the rain
on the lawn and trees
I don't give a donkey's tail
what they'd allow
she said
being politer
than she usually was
Why do you want
to go out in the rain?
you asked
Because I hate
being shut up
in my room
or being pushed
around the corridors
like fecking Guy Fawkes
she crutched herself
away from the window
Come on Skinny Boy
let's venture out
But we'll get wet
you said following her
out of the room
Hush do you want
the grown ups
to know our plans of escape?
you stood beside her
by the backdoor
your eyes watched
the rain falling on
the path outside
Bring me a wheelchair
Skiing Boy
we're going to explore
you went to the store room
and pushed a wheelchair
to where she stood
and she sat down
and gave you
the crutches
Right off we go
she said
and you opened
the door
and wheeled her out
the raindrops
pattering on
and around you both
and she bellowed
Go go
on on
and so you pushed
and the rain fell
and she laughed
and opened her arms
and her hands
and said
This is living Boy
better to live
and be wet
than dry indoors
and dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Wheelchair Olympics
Hardly wheelchair Olympics, dumped in a corner
Carer giggles with friends minus little Jack Horner
Waiting for the nurse like furniture in the hall
Conversations are worse- like I'm not there at all.
Speak at me! I feel I should scream
I still exist outside your disabled dream
I'm not a geriatric who likes the odd tipple
My spirit survives; intellect is no cripple
My eye absorbs all art; my heart feels deep the prose
I live every classic part minus the waist down to the toes.
Hardly wheelchair Olympics, touring Sainsbury's with a guide
Inspecting every joint of meat, clinging to my pride
'Anything you've forgotten? ' my helper opts to talk
'Only a bag of frozen peas, and the ability to walk.'
Self pity, someone will say, some naive cheeky chappy
Whlie i sit in cold light of day, waiting for my nappy.
Talking louder is a prerequisite
As they stop with grin so plastic
Manners to be exquisite
When conversing with a 'spastic'
Whipers that you hear, idiots that you flee
They'll never know that fear of silent soliloquy.
So now I smile through the grin of a cynic
Dining out in fine eateries galore
So glad to break free of that clinic
Where my dignity stayed at the door.
poem by Kevin East
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Spontaneity
You know where and how to find me.
I make no attempts not to be accessible.
But to hear from others...
You have not seen me for awhile,
Is more than a bit embellished.
In fact...
The last time I saw you publicly,
You pretended not to see me at all.
Remember?
Go ahead...
You have already proven,
To have a reliable selective memory.
Were you waiting from me to approach you?
To display your best act of phoniness?
I only have one face to give in this life.
Only one!
I use to have those expectations myself,
When others I would see...
On the street with their friends,
Taking opportunities to avoid me.
But these are the days of our lives,
Aren't they?
And today those same people,
Say I do not speak when I see them.
And they are right!
So quick now they seem to be observant.
Receiving sometimes is not so pleasant.
And...
I only deliver what I receive.
There is more on my mind,
Than the premeditating of responses.
Or the rehearsing of approaches.
There is something about spontaneity I like.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black music has become a commercial commodity. Live performances are not so accessible as they were previously. It use to be possible to go to the bar on the corner and hear music. It was available for a fifteen cent beer.
quote by Archie Shepp
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I Am An Urbanite
I am an urbanite.
Accessible and in full sight.
And comfortable I am waiting,
At a bustop.
Conversing with those who walk by me...
As sirens scream down streets.
While teenagers pass cussing each other out.
Some holding hands.
Some laughing about.
I see them textmessaging...
And shouting on cellphones.
Overnight I am a dinosaur...
Feeling more like a foreigner,
On a distant planet.
But very close to home.
I am an urbanite.
Accessible and in full sight.
And comfortable I am waiting,
At a bustop anticipating quiet and peace.
Holding onto my consciousness.
And praying it does not from me quickly drop.
Or suddenly be from me released.
Before these 'aliens' discover...
I'm clinging onto thoughts marinating with age.
In a process they will never experience.
And I am so thankful that I've got!
Yes...
I do feel saved!
I am an urbanite and overnight...
I've witnessed minds switched off like lights!
Or so it seems!
Something has disconnected,
From these creatures.
Affectionately remembered and called human 'beings'.
'Who da hell you starin' at?
Poppa fart! '
I am not here to dignify your ignorance!
'I am not here to dignify your ignorance.
LOLOLOLOLOL...
Ya'll hear that?
I'm glad I'm not no old fool! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Of Yours Have Been Occupants
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Finding fault with accusations.
To free yourself from grief,
To experience bliss.
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
You did not just reappear,
Out of thin air.
You made your decisions.
And in your head,
Thoughts of yours...
Have been occupants there!
If...
The finding of fault with accusations,
Will free you from feeling grief...
To experience bliss?
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
And that would be the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Know this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, I Said Possessed
I can be lofty and mentally detached.
But with you?
I find no need for that.
I only want to be for you accessible.
Direct and possessed without being excessive.
I can be intelligent.
Or silly without making a bit of sense.
If I choose to do it.
And as long as you accept that,
As a part of me I do not have to prove.
I just want to be me with you that's all.
To role play is outdated.
And I don't know how to be fake.
But if I find you masquerading...
I too can be two faced.
I can be lofty and mentally detached.
But with you?
I find no need for that.
I only want to be for you accessible.
Direct and possessed without being excessive.
Yes.
I said possessed.
With a doing for each other,
The only way we know best.
Yes, I said possessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Do You Call it?
What do you call it, when you have a disability,
And once your were at a church, and now you're not;
But no one from the church comes but say excuse me,
I cannot be there, I no longer can cope, did I put them in a spot?
What do you call it, is it an excuse, or am I contagious at all?
If your in a wheelchair, Being in a church my problem is small;
Why can't look past the chair, and see my need, today,
Even a phone call would help, but their heart says no way.
What do they call it, If some one is not so very well,
And can't get to church, pain is bad, they won't hear when I tell;
That I need fellowship from folks, so I don't shrink,
But they don't listen, their brains just don't think.
What does God call it, to leave a Christian alone,
That isn't very well, and yet, no one will ring on the phone;
I thought the Lord taught us, think of others first,
And when one is unwell, they shouldn't allow their bubble to burst.
Please Lord! Help me to have fellowship in some way,
When I can't get to church, they'd come some day;
It hurts to be left, with no calls, cards, or visitors as well,
Please Lord, make them think, to make my phone to bell.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Well, I'm using a cane, so what? So what if they shot me sitting in a wheelchair? That's life!
quote by Dick Clark
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Writing about self
An autobiography is good.
It dispels gossips circulated
And puts an end to hear say stories.
It opens weak facts accessible too.
16.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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