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Poetry Corner

A DEDICATION written by Don Willcox 2005

A sufferer of Parkinsons and Arachnoiditis

Others may dwell on the deeds of those who excel

Or tell tales of folks who attain and always do well

But it’s of the people in pain that I’d rather tell

The one who will keep up the fight though he falters and falls

The people whose pain’s such a blight, that it truly appalls

The fragile who can’t take to flight with their backs to the walls

Those folk in agonised pain who defy ther own fate

The persons who though under strain have humour that’s great

The mob with a Myodilled brain, in such a sad state

Others may detail the deeds of their heroes so healthy and strong

The legend who always succeeds, the idol who seldom does wrong

But I tell of those with great needs, whose pain free times not very long

Others may share joy and jokes, and laughter and pleasure and pride

We have the stories of folks who smile though they’re screaming inside

Who, though they be battle scarred blokes, limp on with agonised stride

 

I write of drug pump installations and constant consumption of pills

Of terrors and tortures and torments and suffering and sorrow and spills

of souls with unstoppable spirits, unbreakable wills

Others may herald the healthy, whose movements all follow the rule

Or postures and poses of wealthy, whose actions are stylish and cool

While I speak of those who are stealthy, persisting with pain that is cruel

 

I shun those whose happiness shows, with their glib witticisms

Or good guys whose radiance glows, with their blind optimisms

My tales are of those in the throes of their cruel paroxysms

I leave it to others to tell of people so normal and nice

My poems are of heroes in hell, with brains and nerves paying the price

Of this dread Arachnoiditis spell that has us all our souls in a vice

 

Others may stand out at sport and win at each wonderful game

While we with a pang may be caught, faltering on with our frame

Or when with pain we are fraught, might with loud curses exclaim

 

Theirs be the music, the laughter, the untroubled brain

Ours be from now till forever after, bodies in pain

Of sufferers whose spines have been smitten, whose nerves have decayed

Of these shall my rhymes be written, my poems be made.

 

A POEM BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

When you get what you want

in your struggle for yourself

And the world makes you a king for a day

Just go to the mirror and look at yourself

And see what the man has to say

 

For it isn’t your father or mother or wife

Whose judgement upon you must pass;

the fellow whose verdict

counts more in your life

Is the one staring back from the glass

 

You may fool the whole world

down the pathway of years

And get pats on the back as you pass;

But your final reward

will be heartache and tears,

If you’ve cheated that man in the glass.

TEN TOP TIPS

by Renee Goossens

1. KEEP AHEAD OF PAIN BY TAKING MEDICINE REGULARLY AND ON TIME.

2. HAVE ONE THING AT LEAST EACH WEEK TO LOOK FORWARD TO, CREATE IT YOURSELF IF IT IS NOT THERE, AN OUTING TO A MOVIE OR A CONCERT, LUXURIATE IN A WARM BATH, TREAT YOURSELF AND A DEAR FRIEND TO A CANDLE-LIT DINNER, LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF A BIRDSONG.

3. AVOID NEGATIVE PEOPLE. SURROUND YOURSELF WITH PEOPLE YOU REALLY LIKE.

4. DO ONE THING FOR SOMEONE ELSE MOST DAYS – A PHONE CALL, A FAVOUR, KEEP IT SIMPLE, TAKE A FLOWER FROM YOUR GARDEN, SHARE SOMETHING NICE TO EAT, MAKE THEM A CUPPA.

5. STAY INFORMED ABOUT PROGRESS WITH YOUR CONDITION BUT AVOID INTERNET CHAT ROOMS UNLESS THEY ARE GENUINELY SUPP0RTIVE – ENSURE WHAT YOU READ IS WELL RESEARCHED.

6. CONCENTRATE ON YOUR FAVOURITE THINGS, MUSIC, BOOKS, VIDEOS, PETS, CANDLES, SWEET PERFUMES.

7. TELL THOSE WHOM YOU LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THEM.

8. SMILE AND BE THANKFUL WHEN PEOPLE HELP YOU.

9. WRITE ONE POSITIVE COMMENT IN YOUR DIARY EACH DAY

10. CHANGE THE FOCUS FROM YOURSELF BY INVOLVING YOURSELF IN THE COMMUNITY AND GIVE YOUR LIFE SOME PURPOSE SUCH AS HAVING A HOBBY.

 

Written by Don Willcox

Oh what a tangled web occurs
When neuro-surgeon’s judgement errs
And we poor souls now rue the day
When contrast liquid came our way

For our spines have had their fill
Of dreaded fluid Myodil
And in pain we all cry “damn”
When we recall our Myelogram

Now Meningal membrane mangled
Has caused scar tissue to be tangled
And within back’s lumbar region
Has formed each painful nerve adhesion

The pressure on each nerve sciatic
Has had an impact most dramatic
Upon each person’s tortured brain
Due to the resulting pain

Some surrender to it all
Some are climbing up the wall
Some for morphine pump will beg
Some seek solace from a keg

Some of us retain the hope
That with our ailment we can cope
Beneath life’s brutal blows we cower
Pop pills and hop into hot shower

We spurn our woes and shun our pain
Treat each disaster with disdain
Learn every cunning coping trick
And give our miseries the flick

No matter how bad are our pains
We are the masters of our brains
For though we have Arachnoiditis
We shall not let this ailment blight us

This poem was written by Don for our meeting
at Warilla 11th September, 2005

 

ALWAYS SMILING AND FORGIVING

Written by Don Willcox
Just a pair of sparkling eyes

Just an upturned quirky smile

More joy than sadness I surmise

Upon her lovely wrinkled dial
Her eyes have seen a lot of woe

Strife and suffering and pain

In nearly 60 years or so

Yet her illness left no stain

Upon her fresh and youthful heart

More than what she gained she’ll give

Of fear and hate she will have no part

But clings to the alternative
So my sweet friend here’s to you

The world is better for you living

Just keep on doing as you do

Always smiling and forgiving
This poem was written for our meeting

at Blacktown RSL 29th January, 2006

 

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A TERMINALLY ILL GIRL IN A NEW YORK HOSPITAL

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night

YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN.

Don’t dance so fast, time is short, the music won’t last.
Do you run through each day, on the fly?

When you ask HOW ARE YOU? do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores running through your head?

YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN

Don’t dance so fast, time is short, the music won’t last.
Ever told your child, we will do it tomorrow!

And in your haste, not seen his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die,

Cause you never had time to call and say Hi!

YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN

Don’t dance so fast, time is short, the music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss all the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day

It is like an upopened gift…thrown away.

Life is not a race, do it slower, hear the music

BEFORE THE SONG IS OVER!!!!!!