Not My Repertoire
Being assertive is not part of my repertoire,
I have never learnt to insist on the essentials
required for health and well-being, no wonder
I am scared of a world which is well-meaning
but where I cannot begin to make myself un-
derstood - I can serve others and see to their
needs - bring them the moon
Yet for my own Puritan self, one angry look
from my beloved and I wilt like a flower, one
angry word from a colleague and I tumble in
despair - I can't ask for the ergonomically
correct work space and user-friendly chair
required for a pain-free posture - trapped
in my own mind - I can't break free
Right now I wax lyrical about Pregabalin
administered as LYRICA to deaden the
nerves and scramble the signals of
neurological pain because I sit in a
chair that is breaking my back…
Saturday 21 June 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Wish For Release
Scared to return to the office to sit
in a chair that does not meet the
need for a correct sitting position
as the desk is too high for the office
chair I bought myself and the bar
stool I have is causing neck-ache
I don't know who to ask and where
to go to get my work station fixed
and raise the computer screen so
my head is not forced to hang down
and increase the pain in my neck,
I receive medication to force
my brain to ignore the pain
Will this help me to sit in the wrong
position until I am dead in my chair?
I ardently wish for release in what-
ever way if I cannot be freed from
the chair and the pain...
Saturday 21 June 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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User-friendly
Do we inhabit some micro-space
And interface through wires.
Dance on a printed circuit board
Throw the software to the fires.
My memorys slim --- so volatile
But Im learning.
Plug yourself in. stay for awhile.
Un-discerning.
And on dusty terminals
Finger me lightly do.
And qwerty is the name of love
Printed on the v.d.u.
Cut yourself free. were all alone
Communicating.
Dont bother me with arithmetic ---
Im waiting.
User-friendly.
Thats what I am to you.
I have to break out of here.
Trapped in my hardware cell.
And come to you as you sleep tonight,
Take you back into my hell.
Binary joys and digital sighs
So appealing.
Im one of the boys and its only
Your mind that Im stealing.
User-friendly.
Thats all I am to you.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Angry! ! ! ! ! ! ! dont read if Sensitive! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I’m not angry at you God
I’m just angry at life
…..No I’m not angry at Life
I’m angry at You
….No….No…..
Oh what the S#%t?
Who F#%*ing cares?
IM JUST ANGRY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Angry that you allowed so much Pain in my life
Allowed people and their selfish ambitions to corrupt me
Make me the victim of Deceit
Make me the object of wrath and violence
Why did you take him away…just when I needed him?
I was supposed to look back and laugh at my innocence
I look back in disgust
I come to You in brutal honesty
Blazing anger
And excruciating pain
….I plead for my innocence
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Shut Down The Canadian Parole Board
SHUT DOWN THE CANADIAN PAROLE BOARD JUNE 23RD,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Why do we have to listen and obey the Parole Board pantomime?
And why can't these prisoners be required to serve all of their time?
And the Parole Board should be shut down for at least twenty years,
They are the problem that allow killers free without tears.
Killers back on the street is a reason why parole boards should be shut down,
If we had binding referendums, we could bring this around,
We don't even have set-date elections as released killers walk free,
As they all claim Trudeau's Charter Rights and the Parole Boards agree.
Parole Boards justify their existence by setting prisoners free,
And no one questions this or any of the high-up appointees,
It's a form of social cancer that should be changed and cut out,
Just eliminate the Parole Boards and the accompanying doubt.
June 23rd,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Caylee's Prayer
Mommy!
why are you so angry?
you didnt want me.
you didnt love me.
you couldnt look at me,
and see yourself.
you didnt want me to talk.
what were you afraid
that i'd say?
you were so angry
you couldnt even give me away...
you couldnt allow me
a chance to live!
i'm not angry with you.
i'm free now.
no more pain, no more hurt,
no more fear...
i'm free now.
will you ever be free?
what are you so afraid of?
why are you so angry?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Life and The Trees
when you sit upon a
rattan rocking chair by your window
and you see the trees that you have planted years back
it comes into your mind that
they all need the required
pruning and trimming,
after-which you reflect upon your life
and too they are some kind of trees that needs precisely what you think
is right, though it requires
pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Patient's Prayer
L-rd, ‘please listen to my plea now,
Make the pain in me subside,
As YOU do heal my wounds, L-rd,
From the pain ~ where can I hide? ’
My Faith in You’s enduring,
I need not the pain, ~ YOU know,
Why can I not be pain free?
This healing’s awful slow.
The leg is getting better,
YOU are seeing to that,
I’m aware of YOUR daily presence,
As each day ~ to YOU ~ I chat.
I know I must have Nerve Pain,
Each Minute, Hour and Day,
Please L-rd, ‘Listen to my Prayer’
‘Make the Pain go away today’.
‘Can I not be pain free?
Must YOU remind me that YOU’RE near?
As slowly the tablets work,
And the pain does disappear? ’
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet} - 15 June 2008
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes
Your questioning eyes are sad. They
seek to know my meaning as the moon
would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before your
eyes from end to end, with nothing
hidden or held back. That is why you
know me not.
If it were only a gem, I could break
it into a hundred pieces and string
them into a chain to put on your neck.
If it were only a flower, round and
small and sweet, I could pluck it from
its stem to set it in your hair.
But it is a heart, my beloved.
Where are its shores and its bottom?
You know not the limits of this
kingdom, still you are its queen.
If it were only a moment of pleasure
it would flower in an easy smile, and
you could see it and read it in a
moment.
If it were merely a pain it would
melt in limpid tears, reflecting its
inmost secret without a word.
But it is love, my beloved.
Its pleasure and pain are boundless,
and endless its wants and wealth.
It is as near to you as your life, but
you can never wholly know it.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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When There's A Meaning To A Pain
When there's a meaning to a pain,
It can make a better life.
It will enrich with understanding coming,
To pay attention to a need.
When there's a meaning to a pain,
Bitter lips shut tight.
And if it is mental and not physical...
Correct and get it right.
When there's a meaning to a pain,
There is something to be learned.
Either cross that bridge and forgive,
Or let the 'thing' burn.
When there's a meaning to a pain,
You can not let it ride.
Or let it burn you deep inside.
Correct,
And get it right.
When there's a meaning to a pain,
Bitter lips shut tight.
And if it is mental and not physical...
Correct,
And get it right.
When there's a meaning to a pain,
It can make a better life.
It will enrich with understanding coming,
To pay attention to a need.
When there's a meaning to a pain,
Someone is giving it a need.
And...
Allowing it to offer,
More attention to feed.
And,
More of attention than it needs!
When there's a meaning to a pain...
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain...
Correct,
And get it right.
Don't let it burn inside.
When there's a meaning to a pain...
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain...
Correct,
And get it right.
Don't let it burn inside.
When there's a meaning to a pain.
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain.
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain!
When there's a meaning to a pain,
Correct and get it right!
Either...
Cross that bridge and forgive,
Or let the 'thing' burn.
When there's a meaning to a pain,
That hits.
Feel it and let it go.
Be quick,
Rid it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling That Never Been Told
the feeling is just within me
anger, pain, hurt and frustration
everyday i'm trying to let it out of my head
out of my body and just set me free
i'm angry with myself
i'm angry with my world
i'm angry with what has happened in my life
there is so much anger and frustration in me
i want to be free of all this
i want to be happy and enjoy this beautiful life of mine
i want love and love only
for me to learn about life and be happy
A Chair Is No Longer Just A Chair
it is your experience that
gives you more meaning to all those which
you think
have been too common and
insignificant,
perhaps
now you must have realized as you sit upon a chair
that someone used to sit there
and that someone waited for another to be with her
that on the same chair
there were some fears
and pains and even longings
and hopes
unrealized and by then
you see that chair not just a chair
you sit there
and you ask it
for this chair though muted by wood
will always have
a story to tell....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lost Dog
Oh why am i lost to this,
over and over this pondered, take back
impossible, postpone to another day...hide me...
ignore the dog, ignore its signs and one will surely be seduced,
hear her calling.......and forever so, begin to go blind;
' just reach for my hand, I will free you child'
and free I will be, be it but a pause, an intoxicating journey
free of this world, this! the non essentials of life;
when the veil parts: - what then? Done?
'just let yourself go child for i will guide thee'
through the pain coloured veil of it all: I see you! ! !
You hath guided me before! ! and I say, No!
no more, who ever you pretend to be
Invisible Inner Power
Chronic pain is unstoppable, the doctor said,
I remember a time I was pain-free, a time of
joyous being, I wrote line upon line of new
delight in the belief great effort would make
the world different; then the challenges set
before me kept growing without respite
I learnt that the way of the believer is steep,
life took its toll and my body gave up - time
to turn my eyes to the invisible inner power
diffusing physical life, fighting chronic pain
for so long means only meditation is left
and I should stay in the eye of the storm
The book I wrote is the life I have led, challenges
faced and overcome and the things I discarded
after trying them out in my mind and finding that
harmony and beauty led somewhere else…
19 June 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Headache
Blistering pain and an absent mind
The aching of echo’s upon the minds of thought
As a thy eye’s look with splintering pain
When will it all go away
When will this incessant and unyielding pain stop
When will I know piece again
To kill the pain
If only for moment
A second, a minuet, a day
Oh how I’ve dreamed of that day
To be free the pain
Free to live
Free to love
Free to die
But that will never be
This pain is my punishment for doing something ill to someone
And I don’t even remember who
It’s so cold
poem by Robin Johnson
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Escape Mechanism
I was in pain, in agony
and saw no way to gain relief.
Then all at once I seemed to be
beside myself quite literally.
Some how I had escaped my pain
just left my agony behind
so I was comfortable again.
I thought at first I was insane.
And yet I knew I was still me
but by some magic of my mind.
I had escaped I’d struggled free.
Although it felt quite strange to see.
My body sitting in my chair.
To see myself from the outside.
As though I was both here and there.
I found it rather hard to bear.
I wondered then if I had died
and that was how I came to be
Observing myself from outside
I understood I must decide
I had a choice to be pain free
and leave the life I knew behind.
I chose somewhat reluctantly
and I returned immediately.
Back to the inside looking out
I don’t pretend to understand
what happened but I have no doubt.
Although I rarely talk about.
The day I found that I could be
in two places at one time.
Experience simultaneously
to be pain wracked and be pain free.
I sometimes voluntarliy
decide to take a holiday
from aches and pains which distress me.
Be pain free temporarily.
All men must die and so will I,
I do not let it worry me.
But until then I can but try
to bear my suffering patiently.
When it gets to much to bear
I close my eyes and I escape
to somewhere else I‘m not sure where
nor do I think I really care.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Tommorrow I will be dead
Tommorrow i may not be here.
I could be dead and free
Free at last.
Most people think its
A cowards way.
If they are trying to break
Free from a crime they did
Then yes its a cowardly thing.
But if they are trying
To break free from pain
Then no.
As I sit thinkiing
It would be better
For me to die.
Its like a tiny part
wants me to stay
But the bigger part
Of me wants to go now.
Now contemplating
My death
I no
That the end
is near
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Lost souls...
Sad angry eyes tearing at my throat.
staring deep into my minds recesses....
retreat in pain...
do you see what i see?
and does it look as flower raped by raging winds.
Sad angry eyes tearing at my spirit,
hauntingly admire my aching heart....
surrendering in pain....
can you hear what i hear?
and do you die at that sound that lies the other side of silence?
sad angry eyes tearing at my veins
do you feel what i feel?
and does it creep over you as a pull on an arrow swallowed by the soul.
sad angry eyes tearing at my being,
do you taste what I taste?
and does it smell of blood that washes over you,
filling your mind with desire.
poem by Crybaby Clark
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Peace Of Mind
I gotta find peace of mind... I gotta find peace of mind
He says it's impossible...But I know it's possible
He says it's impossible... But I know it's possible
He says there's no me without him... Please help me forget about him
He takes all my energy... Trapped in my memory
Constantly holding me... Constantly holding me
I need to tell you all... All the pain he's caused mmmmm
I need to tell you I'm... I'm undone because mmmmmm
He says it's impossible... But I know it's possible
He says it's impossible without him... But I know it's possible
To finally be in love... And know the real meaning of
A lasting relationship... Not based on ownership
I trust every part of u.... Cause all that you say you do
You love me despite myself
Sometimes I... I fight myself
I just can't believe that you.... Would have anything to do
With someone so insecure... Someone so immature
Ohh you inspire me, to be the higher me
You make my desire pure... You make my desire pure
Just tell me what to say... I can't find the words to say
Please don't be mad with me... I have no identity
All that I've known is gone... All I was building on
I wanna walk wit you, how do I talk to you?
Touch my mouth with your hands... Touch my mouth with your hands
Oh I wanna understand the meaning of your embrace
I know now I have to face... The temptations of my past
Please don't let me disgrace... where my devotion lays
Now that I know the thruth... Now that it's no excuse
Keeping me from your love... What was I thinking of
Holding me from your love... What was I thinking of
You are my peace of mind... That old me is left behind
You are my peace of mind... That old me is left behind
He says it's impossible... but I know it's possible
He says it's improbable... but I know it's tangible
He says it's not grabbable... but I know it's haveable
Cause anything's possible... Cause anything is possible
Please come free my mind... Please come feed my mind
Can you see my mind ohh... Won't you come free my mind
Oh I know it's possible
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.... yeah
Anything, anything, anything, anything, .... yeah
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.... yeah
Oh, free... free, free, free your mind
Free... free your mind
Free.. free your mind
Free free free free your mind
Oh, it's so possible... Oh, it's so possible
I'm telling you it's possible... I'm telling you it's possible
Free, free, free....... free, get free now (repeat)
Your my peace of mind... That old me is left behind
Your my peace of mind... Your my peace of mind
He's my peace of mind... He's my peace of mind
He's my peace of mind... What a joy it is to be alive
To get another chance, yeah... Every day's another chance
To get it right this time... everday's another chance
Oh what a merciful... merciful, merciful god
Oh what a wonderful... wonderful wonderful god (continue to end)
What a merciful... merciful, merciful, merciful god
What a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, merciful
Merciful, merciful, wonderful
Merciful, wonderful............
song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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A Strong Mind and a Gentle Heart
I was on top of the mountain looking down,
There you were, stuck on the ground,
In life I had it all, never had to crawl,
If there was beauty, it was all around me,
Sunset glowing against a purple sky,
Why did I feel like I had to cry?
I saw your hand waving down below,
In my throat a lump began to grow,
The pain in my heart knew,
I have been missing you!
So where to now?
What will Grace allow?
You struggle up towards me,
Trying to break free from the hands,
Hands that hold you back,
Hoping that you will crack,
With a strong mind and gentle heart,
The dark will never keep us apart!
Deep runs my pain as I see your tears,
Your love greater than my fears,
You shine your light into my mind,
Shadows caused by my delusions,
Reflections of great confusion,
I wonder where will we meet?
Should I go down to the streets?
Will you make it on your own?
I just don't want to be alone!
With battered hands and bleeding heart,
Your strong mind shouts out loud,
Breaking free from the crowd,
You reach out to free my soul,
To tear the pain from a sad man,
A leap of faith spreads hope across the land,
Despite my doubts I need to see you,
Reaching down I lift you up,
Together we drink from His cup,
Was I your inspiration or you my consolation?
The crowds sense the moment, feel the grace,
As I reach out and touch your face!
13 May 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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The Weight Is My Soul
(graham russell)
In the night when youre lonely and you cant find a word for how you feel
Theres a place that you know of where the lights are so low theyre hardly real,
In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free.
The weight is my soul
The weight is my soul, come to me.
I can see through the streetlights where the evening air is turning round
All I hear is the hangin of the moon and the stars on the sky.
In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free.
The weight is my soul
The weight is my soul, come to me.
Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free
Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free
In the night when youre lonely and you cant find a word for how you feel,
Theres a place that you know of where the lights are so low theyre hardly real,
In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free
The weight is my soul
The weight is my soul, come to me.
song performed by by Air Supply
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