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.

Ok, here's another one I like. Hope you like it too.

Each Life Affects Another

We may not always realize
That every thing we do,
Affects not only our lives
But touches others, too!

For a little bit of thoughtfulness
That shows someone you care,
Creates a ray of sunshine
For both of you to share.

Yes, every time you offer
Someone a helping hand ...
Every time you show a friend
You care and understand ...

Every time you have
A kind and gentle word to give ...
You help someone find beauty
In this precious life we live.

For happiness brings happiness
And loving ways bring love;
And giving is the treasure
That contentment is made of.

- Amanda Bradley

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Desperate Times


Lord, it's getting to be desperate times
Why do you seem to delay
In responding to my pressing needs
That I remind you of each day?


In my mind I know that you
Will come through in the end,
But in my heart emotions rise
And I worry and fret again


Help me, Lord, at those times
To give it again to you,
Help me know deep in my heart
That you will pull me through


And that you fully understand
Exactly where I’m at,
Though circumstances do not change,
In you, I shall not lack


Everything when given to you
Will work out for my good,
For when I cast my care on you,
It's then, that it's understood


That it's just a matter of your timing
In responding to my need,
For often it's because you're doing
A deeper work in me


So all that's left for me to do,
The one thing that is sure,
Is to put my trust in you each day,
For nothing matters more.

© By M.S.Lowndes

My trust is in HIM .. for my life was spared not once but twice and for that I rejoice even through the darkness that CRPS (or any other disease/illness/injury) brings.

The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.


Source: The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Okay, Bram. I don't have a poetic bone in my body but I want to see another one of yours. So, I have written a haiku just for you.

A wee bit broken
Not quite who I used to be
I will start again


Feel free to cringe. I am. :P