A myth may better be than truth
Stripping Santa Clause of the crown of God
Would scarce him a lesser-loved old man make,
Nor faulting Truth Fairy to face vile fraud,
They are not they are for mere title's sake;
Some myths that motivate, inspiring youths,
Far better be than fire-betested truths.
Armstrong was always strong, doping or not,
He has done to the world a world of good,
Rekindling hearts of those by cancer wrought,
That they fight, life cured of old attitude;
Starved is the world of such role models rare,
O to challenge hard truths with unique dare.
Scarce is the world at war with fairness creams,
Hair transplants, nor cosmetic skin routine—
To look nigh better yon natural means,
Nor is seeding by tube satanic sin;
The world's fine with photo-shopped touch-up look,
Images cooked ere loaded on Facebook.
But a li'le trace of banned drug is too much,
To one not live who'd with crippling crutch.
______________________________________ _______________
Lance Armstrong, the holder of many a cross-country
Cycling world records, who defeated debilitating
fatal disease like cancer with sheer will power to fight
with it, and was an inspiration to thousands of
cancer patients, apart from today's youth in general,
was recently stripped of all his titles in a USADA's
witch hunt.
The poem is set in a peculiar sonnet format into three
Stanzas of six, six, and eight lines, each one a small
Sonnet with a couplet in the end in the form of a volta.
_______________________________________ ______________
- Happenings (Satire) | 11.09.12 |
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A Tribute to Terry Fox (in iambic dimeter)
While just a teen,
And Cancer struck,
They took a leg
To save his life!
He liked to run
And loved to win;
But Cancer came
To play a game!
Now Earth was hell!
Yet, Fox would run
A marathon
For Cancer’s sake!
His aim was high-
To raise a fund
For Cancer’s fight,
Despite his plight!
But half-way through,
His Cancer spread
To both his lungs,
Despite the drugs!
He covered miles,
Before Life’s end;
Undaunted till
The last, he stayed!
Posthumously,
He turned so great;
His one-legged walk
For Cancer’s sake
Earned him a name
Indelible!
He is ‘alive’!
His run goes on
All o’er the world
In Cancer’s name!
The world had lost
A lad so young
Courageous
Exemplary!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Cancer Today
The fight against disease called cancer is
On-going for so many years but still,
Not much relief is wrought from its death-kiss:
The diagnosis made when one is ill!
Research is done with big money inputs;
New drugs are patented without headway;
The developments come out with ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’!
Most cancers strike in relentless a way.
No cancer can be cured if found quite late;
Prevention is the only way to deal;
Despite progress in science, unchanged is fate
Of cancer-stricken men – what scientists feel!
Doing unwanted things, man/ woman lives;
‘Keep body pure’ – advice God’s Nature gives!
Dedicated to World Cancer Day 2012
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-2-2012
poem by John Celes
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I am very proud to be a part of the Livestrong Foundation. I am maybe only a member but I give everything I can to be sure that people understand that cancer is a disease for everybody - not only in France, in Europe, in Asia, it is all over the world. We must fight together, we must make something to fight the cancer, we must Livestrong.
quote by Greg Akcelrod
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Cancer
We don't know
How strong we are
Til being strong
Is the only choice
We have.
Why is it
That we have to be
Strong for others
When we have to be
Strong for ourselves?
Someone once said
'Wining isn't everything'
Well, he obviously
Never had
Cancer.
To lose your fight
Against cancer
Is to give in
To cancer
And die.
Though many are scared
Of this dreaded cell
Cancer is only a word
Not a whole
Sentence.
Just remember
You are not
Dying from cancer
You are living
With it.
poem by Tiana Webb
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Scared and Couragous
I am scared and couragous
I wonder when my mom's going to die of cancer
I hear gossip everyday
I see them staring as I pass through the glum halls
I want my moms cancer cured
I am scared and couragous
I pretend I'm a bird so I could fly away
I feel happy yet sad
I touch my face to wipe my tears away
I worry about my mom all the time
I cry myself to sleep every night
I am scared and couragous
I understand my mom can't be cured
I say I'm happy when I'm not
I dream of a world without cancer
I try to make the best of everything
I hope my mom doesn't die too soon
I am scared and couragous
poem by Desiree Brown
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In this world of today
In this world of today
Youths fight
Adults shout
Children run and lie about
In this world of today
Kids are dying
Men are fighting
But we don't hear them crying
In this world of today
News reports talk s***
But what if they lived it
Maybe they would see
In this world of today
They lie to our face
They say its ok but we know it's a race
But what if we all took it at a steady pace
In this world today
We don't know what to say
But we keep up the fight
Protest with riots cause we want all our rights
poem by Billie Marie Branson
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World
The time is right for decision
The time is right for those with something to say
This is the world I envision
The type of world where people aren't afraid
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
The time is right for revision
The time is right for revolution today
This is a world in sedition
This is a world that hasn't found its way
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
No time to fight for permission
No time is right for those who hesitate
This is a world in atrition
The world we live in is the world we make
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
song performed by by Ministry
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Pink (cancer)
send out this poem to all that you know
Stop the cancer before it grows.
PINK
She was dressed all in pink to show her support
Of how she was one of the cancer victims
And how she had fought.
The cancer now in remission and she
Was leading a normal life
But no one knew of her struggles and strife.
It's hard to imagine when you're given that kind of news
We can treat the cancer, but a breast you will lose.
You feel violated and raped by that word
This was something that other people heard. (not me)
Breast cancer has no preference to whether
your yellow, Black or white - male or female
We all have to fight.
You hear about it every day- and it affects
us all in a different way.
You may think that it's just muscle and tissue taken away
But ask a victim and see what they say.
A MAMMOGRAM AND ULTRA SOUND IS THE KEY
TO HELP YOU LIVE CANCER FREE.
poem by Louis Rams
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What's In It For Me?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE TIME FOR TWITTER AND FACEBOOK, BUT NONE FOR THEMSELVES OR OTHERS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE A HUNDRED 'FRIENDS' ON FACEBOOK,
BUT NOT EVEN TEN IN REAL LIFE
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE EMOTE WITH EMOTICONS BUT NOT WITH THEIR FACES,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE PREFER TO WRITE 'LOL' RATHER THAN ACTUALLY LAUGHING OUT LOUD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR COMPUTER MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LIVE THEIR LIVES MORE ONLINE THAN OFF IT,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN SPOT THE ERROR IN SOMEONE'S TYPING BUT CANNOT SPOT A TEAR IN A FRIEND'S EYE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN GROW ANY CROP ONLINE BUT CANNOT EVEN PICK UP A SPADE IN REAL LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE RELISH THE FOOD AT MCDONALDS AND DOMINOS, BUT CRIB OVER HOME COOKED FOOD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE ARE READY TO KILL FOR A FEW SHREDS OF PAPER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE KILL IN THE NAME OF RELIGION,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE A MAN IS READY TO KILL HIS BROTHER OVER PROPERTY AND MONEY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF MONEY IS MORE THAN THE VALUE OF LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE LIVING A LIFE IS TOUGHER THAN KILLING A LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE IT'S EASIER TO EARN MONEY BY CHEATING THAN BY WORKING HONESTLY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF A GIFT IS THROUGH ITS PRICE AND NOT ITS EMOTIONS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE MEASURE OF A MAN IS THROUGH HIS CAR AND HOUSE RATHER THAN HIS CHARACTER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR POSSESSIONS MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS AND PARENTS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THINGS ARE LOVED AND PEOPLE ARE USED,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE DO ANYTHING FOR A BETTER PAY BUT NOTHING FOR A BETTER CONSCIENCE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD IS BAD AND I KNOW THAT BUT SILL IF I WIN THIS WORLD,
WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
poem by Deepak Hariharan
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Stronger Than Cancer, Bob
I felt different, a little tired
worn out, ill here and there
visit the Doctor, did some test
took some picture, waited for the results
A spot in me started small, got bigger
Time will tell, not a good sign
here came the shock
the bad word no one wants
but I take it stride cause i can beat it.
I am strong, I have will, the power to go on
my new slogan Stronger Than Cancer
no one will beat me down
I will grow old, see my boys grow
see them wed, see their kids
I will not give, , no matter when
Stronger Than Cancer
hope will rally, cures to be found
Meds to take, no fakes
I will survive, fight for life
pain will never go, mind so strong
prayers needed, prayers answered
the fight never ends, I will not bend
till the end. I am Stronger Than Cancer
Thanks Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Mother
for the love of me.I will survive
Strong Than Cancer, Bob
poem by Michael Peterson
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Personal Best
There is a question controversial,
About the use of stimulants artificial,
By the sporting athletes, their performance,
In the sporting arena to enhance.
Sports icon Lance Armstrong,
Was stripped of his titles as wrong,
When the Tour de France cycling event he won,
For a record of seven times in a run.
He beat the malady-Cancer-with drugs,
And when his tests proved positive for drugs,
His fan-following world wide were shocked,
And all cancer patients with ire were up cocked.
All sports organizations consider the drugs unethical,
As they are subversive of fair play on a field level.
In sports the Olympic Motto is writ larger,
As CITIUS, ALTIUS, FORTIUS (faster, higher, stronger)
By which the athletes are invoked to win,
And break records in many a discipline.
Scientific training has also made contributions,
Added to which are the technological innovations,
Like the use of graphite in tennis racquets for playing,
And for the material in poles for pole-vaulting.
It is thus ethical to use such equipment for ranks,
And in mountaineering for the use of oxygen tanks.
These days there is an increasing competition,
And school children are driven by a compulsion,
To score better and better than their batch- peers,
Else, in the rat race they may be behind with tears.
For them to emerge as toppers, tutorials their lessons devise,
And some children use amphetamines to keep awake and revise,
Some students take coffee or tea or pills to keep in size,
Can these be called subversive and unethical wise?
It shouldn't be considered unsporting to use drugs,
Let all do their personal best in all things with drugs.
To ban all drugs and artificial stimulants—it is possible,
But to ban the spirit of competitiveness—it is impossible.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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the big C
those who fear it cannot call it
by its own name
big C for cancer,
but cancer is cancer
no more no less
depends on what stage
then you are taken
as the next
victim by an old
expert culprit
so unforgiving
mercilessly taking the lives
of those
destined to die
cancer is cancer
no more no less
a friend of mine dies
today of cancer of the
liver.
period. I say another prayer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cancellation
The innocence is like cancer,
A cancellation of heaven
Wherever the world.
Cancer is a camera, a post
To be held in the hand.
The cameraman is gifted,
My warming of the shape is plenty.
Boiling and melting,
Snapping and curling,
My cancer spreads
And conceals itself
Until medicine looks at it,
The doctor connects.
Innocence is a way of cancer.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Don't Tell THe World! (Sonnet)
This Sonnet is in the popular Petrarchan Form
I behold thy love as beautiful thing,
In my wrecked heart, a pleasure garden,
Thy revered love, a blooming Eden.
A daisy tuft seasoned by bright spring,
Surging in moments that defeats waiting,
I behold thy words as a jeweled crown,
On my worn pages of despicable frown.
And thy memory feeds my mind dying,
Daring couple disclose, but don’t you tell,
About memoirs many encased and kept,
Say not thy chronicle, sweet as daisy smell,
Buried, not unseen to thy eyes except
Reveal not, the guarded stash of our love,
Lest a rational world desires to know! ! !
IA NOTE: For those who find the format unfitting to a sonnet!
(Sonnet
only 14 lines long— and has a firmly fixed form. The sonnet works best for expressing strong emotion or intense feeling, firm purpose, or great seriousness. This form works best if you want to focus attention on a single thing—a particular idea, situation, emotion, problem, observation, etc. —the sonnet gets to its point quickly and efficiently, with beauty and charm of form or expression.
The Shakespearean (or English) sonnet and the Petrarchan (or Italian) sonnet are the two most prevalent versions of this form today.
A Shakespearean sonnet or English sonnet is written in one stanza composed of three rhymed quatrains (each making one point in a three-step argument) , followed by a rhyming couplet that summarizes the argument
A Petrarchan sonnet or Italian sonnet is composed of an octet followed by a sestet with a variable rhyme scheme. The octet presents the poem’s theme or problem, while the sestet offers a change or a resolution. In its traditional form, this sonnet never ends in a couplet.
Robert Frost was popular at Petrarchan form of sonnets.
sonnet’s formal requirements (14 lines of iambic pentameter with a specific rhyme scheme) , method (a strong focus on one subject) , and goals (persuasion, surprise, balance) ,
Ref: www.poetry.com/techniques/form of poetic expressions.
Thank You
poem by Seema Aarella
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Love Will Always Win
Hold me
Like theres no tomorrow
There can be no sorrow
Right here where we stand
Living
Only for a moment
All I ever wanted
Is right here in my hands
Some will say
That were sure to fall
Try to build their walls
Between us, yeah
No way over it
No way around it, boy
If we want it
We have to go through it
Fight for love
And the world tries to break us down
But the world will bend
And the fight will end
Love will always win
Hold on
Til we see tomorrow
There is time to borrow
Til we own our own
Walk on
And our hearts will lead us
But our hearts will need us
To be steady and strong
So we can stand
And face the fire
Burning higher
Surrounding us, yeah
No way over it
No way around it, boy
If we want it
We have to go through it
Fight for love
And the world tries to break us down
Oh, but the world will bend
And the fight will end
Love will always win
No way over it
No way around it, boy
If we want it
We have to go through it
Fight for love
And the world
Tries to break us down
But the world will bend
Ooh
And the fight will end
The world will bend
And the fight will end
Love will always win
song performed by by Faith Hill
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Another inspiration that has helped me get through has been Lance Armstrong's story. My cancer is not nearly as bad as his, but I believe in staying motivated and keeping as fit as you can.
quote by Grete Waitz
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Stand Up To Cancer
The human body's all we are
Till we explore this life,
It doesn't matter, near or far,
We find both joy and strife,
Such that we learn from history
How life was lived before
And from statistics we can see
Something we can't ignore...
The world is changed each time we smile
And also when we cry,
But no-one wants to face the trial
When Cancer comes close by...
Though Doctors treat and Nurses soothe
And families make a fuss,
The whole world needs to know the truth...
The future's up to us...
How precious life has always been,
Donations prove that's true,
Research helps Man to intervene,
So credit where it's due...
Prevention is the target still,
Till then, one thing's unsure,
When Cancer comes to make us ill,
Are we part of the cure?
What if we give before instead?
What if we donate now?
What if we give in time ahead
By simply asking how?
What if together money's raised
So Cancer's on the run?
Perhaps that's how we'll be amazed,
The day we think as one...
That's why support for charities
Is thought to be sublime,
Such that we share some hope, some peace,
Perhaps some extra time...
Since Cancer harms both young and old,
Beyond each smoker's brand,
It's up to us, be brave, be bold
And thus to take a stand...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Mom's Cancer
The day I found out the truth
My mom was going to die of cancer
It blew my heart away
It was hard to see my dad cry all that time
I hardly remember my mom
But I have always loved her, even though she's not here today.
This is a lyric poem, and I wrote of my mom because she died of cancer when I was 4, and I miss her a lot...
poem by Isabella Badger
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War at Home
Ever since they took him away,
to fight that God forsaken war.
I daydream in our fields all day.
They took the man that I adore.
Gazing across the windswept grass
and waiting for the time to pass.
The memory of times before,
they took the man that I adore.
I know he’ll walk across that field
with battle wounds yet still unhealed.
My broken heart can take no more,
they took the man that I adore.
Ever since they took him away,
they took the man that I adore.
Author Notes:
Kyrielle Sonnet
A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet) . Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza) . Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme
for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be: AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.
poem by Amera Andersen
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The World
The time is right for decision
The time is right for those with something to say
This is the world I envision
The type of world where people aren't afraid
Chorus
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
The time is right for revision
The time is right for revolution today
This is a world in sedition
This is a world that hasn't found its way
Chorus -- 2x
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
No time to fight for permission
No time is right for those who hesitate
This is a world in atrition
The world we live in is the world we make
Chorus -- 2x
What in the world have we done
What in the world...
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