Chemo Limo

Finally  the  we have reached  the end of  BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH. 

Regina Spektor  and Chemo Limo

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Be Alert

A little  niggle  a  little doubt

Don’t  delay  check it out.

It  may be nothing  it may  be nought

Yet  nothing is lost if help is sort.

 

Don’t  let that evil take it chance

Be alert  to it  lead it a merry dance.

Crush it  snap it in the bud,  dead

You  know if  something’s amiss in body or head!

 

The chances are there’s nothing there

But remember  don’t care  was  made to care.

So check you breasts  and watch for any sign

That something in you  might not  be benign.

 

Cancer is a sly  and vicious  enemy

It hides and devours you  in places  you can’t see.

So  be alert  don’t  hide  behind  denial

Sort niggles now, not in a while!

 

A little  niggle  a  little doubt

Don’t  delay  check it out.

It  may be nothing  it may  be nought

Yet  nothing lost if help is sort.

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Another poem  for Brest Cancer Awareness month. Well any  cancer! 

 

It’s Not Happening

Explosion! what did he say.
No way this is not right
He cannot say that today.
If I close my eyes it’ll be all right.

Let me out I need some air
This is not happening now.
Not me, no this is not fair.
I can’t breathe,this is …. wow.

Open a window I am chocking here.
Yes a glass of water please
You spoken the words we all fear.
Please say it’s not true, this is just a tease.

Out in the street the traffic is loud.
Sweating profusely I shiver and shake.
I want to scream caught in this crowd.
Not Cancer it’s more than I can take.

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Another Poem for Breast Cancer Awareness Week.

The Apple Fell

The apple fell from the tree

It hit the ground and made straight for me.

The trail of maggots  climbed my legs

They entered me and sucked  the dregs.

 

They coloured  my view, trapped inside my eyes

Whispering in  my ears abhorrent lies that turned  the tides

Of  ills  besetting me. They made feast upon my brains

Their waste  clogging up  my  arteries  and veins.

 

Filling  my womb  and ovaries

Damning up  my bladder, my waters  burst uncontrollably.

They  turned  my milk, so what, I was now baron

They pushed out  my hair  Until I resembled carrion.

 

I beg them to set  me free,they did not

I begged them  for peace and  for the pain to stop.

They  did not listen nor  did they care

They gave not a shit  for how I’d fair.

 

No one listened  no one cared. So long  as it was not them

Who suffered. Their eyes avoid me again and again.

They pumped me full of chemicals , bags  and lines and  needles

It made  me worse, I curse them to suffer me such evils.

 

They, though not the maggots, mopped  my brow and  soothed my pain

They, though not  the maggots, begged me to fight and fight again.

I tried, I really did I fought, I screamed I cried.

They, the maggots  got what they wanted. I lost the  battle and died.

 

At last, at last I watched  them fly,

I kissed those maggots goodbye.

Find  the cure don’t  let the apple  fall from the tree

Don’ t let those maggots free.

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Another Poem  for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

CANCER

Cunning, creeping, conniving

Ailing , sickening  no longer thriving

Nearing  the end of  your tether

Coping worse  and worse  than ever

Eroding  you slowly  from the inside

Ruin it, kill it, crush  it, poison it until it dies!

 

Breast Cancer awareness month

 

Fight Fight Fight !

Scream at the moon, appeal to the sun,

Beg for deliverance from this end to be undone.

Damn your luck, curse your fate

Demand a recount of the end date.

 

Clear these eyes, change the view.

Scrub away at this thing that is eating you.

Wash out that womb scour those ovaries

Rid these breasts of the death that might be.

 

Fight the enemy  growing within

Deep breaths in the MRI, it makes such a din.

Swallow the drugs a chemical mix

Throw up your pain a hug will not fix

 

Rant at the day and scream at the night

Don’t  let Cancer win, no fight, fight, fight.

You are a sneak a coward that hides

But  we will find you and kill you and split you out wide.

 

Another poem for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

 

 

Peace

Another of  my  old poems  for  Breast Cancer Awareness Month 

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The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances, it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently, no thought of stinging.

Children are playing along the road, they must be home from school.

Time, time is  my enemy always too fast, too slow never anybody’s fool.

I feel rested in the sun, relaxed maybe this is a new journey I have begun

Nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to rush for, nothing to come.

Gently things begin to fade, is this it or is just that I am lying in the shade

No I can no longer move , here comes the silent  peace I crave.

I am happy that there will be no more treatment or  pain

I am sorry for those who I love that will have to remain.

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently no thought of stinging.

I hope  they will not think me selfish, I could really fight no more

Here comes death to claim me and I feel safe as he leads me to his door.

Peace, peace  no pain, no needles  no scans  no sad sad smiles

I am going now, I love you all and I shall be here but  not seen, loving you  all the while……………….

 

 

Just a little explanatory  word. I wrote this poem one  afternoon last June, 2013, I do not know where it came from I just wrote it. It is about a person dying peacefully of some disease  say Cancer. I have not known any of my lost friends who have passed this way  but I wish  it could be like this . I wish death could of been gentle for them and for all  of us……….. please.

 

MY RED SHOES

This is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

When I saw  that This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time  had written  a poem to her sister here  Kicking Cancer  I decided  to re use and  revamp a poem, I also wrote last  year and post it   for this month’s cause.

I wrote this poem  last year to  three people  near  to  me  all had Cancer. Three different  tyes of Cancer. Two  of  them have survived,  sadly  my  dear  friend Karen  died of  Cancer of  the Oesophagus , but  the other  friend  survived a  throat  Cancer  and my  dear bubbly  cousin survived  Breast  Cancer. I  thought  well you cannot  shout  loudly  enough  about  Kicking Cancer so I took out my  old poem dusted  it off  and revamped it  for this month’s cause.

Why is it called  red shoes, because  my  cousin loves  her red  shoes! She has  to wear  red high heels to  work ( not  quite  the ones in the phot

My Red Shoes.

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My take a look at you shoes, my lookie lookie I just might let you touch me shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!my

 

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