I thought we could do with a little Poetry Corner . Preferably homegrown produce please - the creative effort of making up poems is very good for pain!

As this hopefully contain people's creations can I just ask that if anyone wants to use one elsewhere, the author is asked and credited (ie if anyone wanted to post mine somewhere, just put at the bottom "by Brambledog from Neurotalk.psychcentral.com"). LOL, there's a thought - just an example.

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I wrote this one in the last hour after my daughter dropped her phone on my right foot. OMG the pain. It felt as though someone had whacked it with a damn hammer it's not happy now, oh dear....

I look forward to reading everything from two lines that sum up a thought, to epic poems. No rhyming necessary (although it's always fun!).

Bram

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CRPS

Behind the scenes we're all a mess,
Life lurches by, we try our best.
And no one sees, the pain's no less
From hour to hour we talk and jest.
We plaster on another smile
For others.

Another night, another dawn,
Another aching day is born
But up we get, we only yawn
We square our shoulders, hearts forlorn.
There's life to live, to run and chase
For others.

It feels like that, but is it so?
Do we really have to go
Another day, and feel this low
As off without us being slow
Remaining family cheerful leave
With others.

I want to go, but I'm afraid
I'm scared of bumps, of being made
To walk much further, is there shade?
Are there seats? *A right charade.
I feel I'm ruining the day,
For others.

But if I stay with these four walls,
This messy carpet, cluttered hall,
I feel I might just have to bawl
Or give up, get myself a shawl
Like some old lady, mad and blind
Like others.

Well bugger that, I hate these fears
I've years to go yet - years and years!
I won't stay in and age with tears
Although within my skin pain sears
My very bones. Ok. It hurts.
Like others.

I wish I was just brave enough
To do these things - a little tough.
I'll go and it will all be bluff,
(I'll move away if things get rough).
So hear, CRPS? Go jump!
I'm others.

Copyright: Brambledog

Great poem Bram.

Here's one that I love.

Accept Me
Larry S. Changges

I am I
Do not change me
condemn me
nor put me down
Accept me for what I am
No....you need not agree with me
But accept me
for I am total in being
I have my faults
I have my guilts
But that is who I am
Perfect I will never be
Allow me to be uninhibited
Do not pressure me into feeling
what I do not feel
Accept me when I am flying high
As I have accepted you
when you were flying high
Do not put me down... nor make
me feel unhappy about me
I am I
and I like being what I am
Me.

Here's another one I love.

The Rainbow Bridge
inspired by a Norse legend

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.

For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.

© 1998 Steve and Diane Bodofsky. All Rights Reserved.
Show Me the Fine Art Print

People get offended by a burp or fart. Yes I said it. You need to keep an open mind and not take offense because someone turned left instead of right while walking. If we keep an open mind instead of closing it we could have a better world. Closing our minds is what some Drs do about our pain in telling us its all in our heads and not investigating it. I don't judge unless a judgement is past on me.

Bram,
Do you have any more Shakespeare? Would love to hear it if that's okay with you.Thanks.

Here you are Renee! This is Shakespeare writing about poetry....

“The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.”

William Shakespeare.

I hope someone else will be brave and generous enough to share something of their own too - I know it's daunting, but you'd be doing me a favour, otherwise I can't post any more of mine!!

Bram.

Feel the Pain By Michael Evans Nz

Life is like that one minute your here then your gone
The only difference is your moving and i am not

Going insane can you feel the pain
Going insane cant understand the pain
Going insane shaking like a leaf again
Going insane no one understands the pain

Then you take a killer and life feels alright for awhile
when you cant feel the pain and you think your in control again
Feel the pain as i lead my head forward again

Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Feel the pain and carry on again

Then you take some pain killers and you feel less pain
but your incohearent and dopey again

Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Feel the pain please make it go away again

Run out of room part two in next thread

Feel the pain part two by Michael Evans NZ

First it was in my elbow then in my forearm now its in my hand
and its in my shoulder and i can feel i moving up my neck
now its on the right side of my face and in my leg I am running out
of space.

Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Feel the pain in control again

Just a thought as you feel the pain i may look alright
from the outside but i am hurting like hell on the inside

Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Feel the pain that no one else can see again

Thanks for letting me join this site i hope you like my poem/song


copyright Michael Evans.

Hi

I was thinking as I read it that it felt more like a song! That's really good, definitely getting that feeling of the repetitive nature of the pain, and the last line sums it all up... So many thoughts in there that are right on the money. Keep writing! I don't know if it's possible to upload a soundfile lol, but I'd like to hear it sometime.

Take care and I hope you have a good day today.

Bram.

"Comes The Dawn"

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall