Parkinson's disease (paralysis agitans or PD) is a movement disorder often characterized by muscle rigidity, tremor, a slowing of physical movement (bradykinesia), and in extreme c...
|
Poems
|
Watch this |
| View More Posts Ignore |
I'm not sure where I should post this, so here seems like a good place. These poems were written in the last five years, things are just fine now.
Nightmare in Slow Motion At my best, I accept this challenge to live in the present, experiencing each excruciating movement as if I were a Zen Master, curious yet non-attached. More often, I sit as a passive participant , observing my progressive, debilitating nightmare in slow motion! Reminders of who I once was, as if alien starships striking at will, all shield are down and any resistance is futile! Communication channels cease to function, My arsenal of emotions remains – anger, rage and fear. Acceptance, tolerance, love and hope fall victim to this ever expanding black hole, this nightmare in slow motion. I am a husband, a father, a brother, son, and friend, and I am loved! But alas, the prison bars grow more visible. So in the final analysis the question is – am I the Zen Master or the inmate? Light at the end of the tunnel – I think it’s the end ?? The prison bars swing open and I am able to run not walk, for I have been there and done that! In the distance I can make out a light, a second chance, a new beginning. For it takes a keen eye and some brain surgery, to recognize the difference between a dead end and a false start Suicide by any other Name I should have known, not the end, merely a sharp turn. The light went out, the darkness descends once again. I stand confused, fatigued, depressed and alone, always alone! My nightmare returns with a new intensity. Each step I take feels like a walk through wet cement. Breathing is shallow, labored, fragile, and it KNOWS. RUN, RUN, I shout into the emptiness; and then I get just how absurd it all is. Run, I can hardly move! If I were not nearly paralyzed with fear, I could have laughed in its face. Immobile, inactive, imprisoned, I stand silent and incoherent. In a desperate and impulsive effort to dispel the nightmare; To put it to rest, to extinguish the light, to be finished! I awake in a fog, people are talking, I hear but cannot see. I am disembodied, neither here nor there. Back to oblivion, back to sleep, to rest, to dream. When I once again awake, I am informed of my attempted suicide! In the end, it matters not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game, we hold the light, we have the spark, suicide by any other name. In Praise of Life! Praise to Mother Earth & Father Sky Praise to life’s beauty which brings a tear to the eye Praise to the magic hidden within the stone Praise to Sonoma County, which will always be my home Praise to remembering that the divine and I are one Praise to the flowers which open to the sun Praise to the wonder of our children being born Praise to the glory of the blowing of the horn Praise to those who thrive in water, fly the currents, or move upon the land Praise to the ring of love which is always on my hand Praise to dreams at bedtime, or in the middle of the day Praise to sleeping soundly, or rolling in the hay Praise to the joy of reading books of facts or fancy, of inspiration, books of peace Praise to organic gardens, to conscious eating, to engage in feast Praise to a healthy future, without pollution, hate or greed Praise to the Great Turning, to future generations, we shall follow – they shall lead Praise to these feeling of connection, of gratitude, of awe Praise to my body, whole, complete, without blemish, without flaw Praise to friends and family, to daughter, son and wife Praise to the Mystery, to HaShem – to Love –to Life! --- Barry Latham-Ponneck Posted on 12/21/07, 04:12 am |
| 4 Replies | Add Your Reply |
| View More Posts Ignore |
Wow. You are quite the communicator. Wonderful work, obviously written from the depths of your being, do words always flow so easily from you?
No matter what else, you still have that amazing talent to put your feelings into words. I applaud you..namaste and God bless you...... Glad to hear you are feeling better these days. Love and hugs 
|
|
|
|
||
| View More Posts Ignore |
Also, wondering if you are a published poet?
|
|
|
|
||
| View More Posts Ignore |
I once wrote poetry also, but they wee all so sad and negative , that I have since, destroyed them , almost all. I saved some half decent ones to my husband. I recently found two I wrote to hhm, hidden in my walk-in closet, and I doubted that they were written by me, they were so good, i thought, and personal too, I'm afraid. Maybe that's why I hid them?
be well ~~* Gem *~~
|
|
|
|
||
| View More Posts Ignore |
Once, I had a nightmare that I jumped off a seaside cliff to my death, when in reality, I could have broke my neck, I dove out of bed to the floor; and landed on the top of my head.
That would be really scarey if not for so funny and laughable! be well ~~* Gem *~~
|
|
|
|
||
HI...there are a zillion topics I want to discuss. My keyboarding is about 10 wpm now not 110 !! After spending a few …
If your town is having a Memorial Day celebration, Get out and join in the festivities and praise of our military that …
TO START ON A MUSHIE NOTE HIS LOVE IS FREE AND YOUR CHOICE IS YOUR LIKE A FATHER(SHEPARD")WHEN ONE GOES A STRAY …
