What I Do and Don't Remember - A Poem by Wanda Morrow Clevenger - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

What I Do and Don't Remember – A Poem by Wanda Morrow Clevenger

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the intubation
the IV
the central line
the catheter
the protracted
protocols

all placed
in fiendish
anticipation

call her sons
they warned
her family
her friends
get them here,
sooner
than later

I’m told I
un-intubated myself
quelled their precious
protocol

so they put
a morphine pump
in my left palm

I remember you
stayed awake
all night
to wake me
when it was time
to squeeze

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End of a Road - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

End of a Road – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

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This evening should never
have happened, the die had
been cast, the road ended
and things let loose
in mayhem of sadness
which overcame the reticent
looseness, the mind pondered, the road ended
swashbuckling traffic mended, all in hush,
all in spate of rush
the mind’s strange phenomena, no acid test
noumena, I wondered at this lacklustre road which
could end so suddenly
so strangely leaving me
in a forest I never saw.

Being Right, a Poem about My Mom | G. S. Katz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Being Right, a Poem about My Mom | G. S. Katz

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My Mom had the most common sense of anyone I’ve ever known
She was right about everything, so much so, it was infuriating at
times
I bucked her many times thinking I knew better
Which of course I didn’t, I was no match for her

The only thing she wasn’t right about
Was her need to always be right
She didn’t go looking for problems to solve
Situations presented themselves and she always had the answers

Somewhere in my 50s I discovered the joy of not being right all the
time
Like her, I possess great common sense
There is a burden however for always trying to be right
If you are never wrong, how do you learn from your mistakes I asked

I’m not sure she saw my logic
Being the matriarch, being right was burned in
It’s been 15 months since her passing
I miss her greatly and could use a few answers, right or wrong but
probably right…

Like a Prison, Like a Theater - A Poem by Unnr Kopec - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Like a Prison, Like a Theater – A Poem by Unnr Kopec

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In the psych ward we sit around the television
Little seeing or hearing the shows,
We think about the fistful of pills
About the man who jumped under a train
Wondering if it was worth it.
If we’re worth it.
Another enters the room
He’s been to see the doctor,
We know the doctor hadn’t said anything,
We know the nurse had spent the entire time thinking
She’d forgotten the can of milk on the kitchen table.
The middle aged man just arrived goes to the corner
From the table he finds a plastic cup and a water can.
It’s empty — it’s always empty.
“How was it?” an old lady asks him.
The man laughs, “Over and done with.
I’m going home tomorrow.”
We nod, some smiling faintly, others frowning deeply.
There’s no place as full of hope as the psych ward.
And no place as noteworthy by its importance
In being the place for lost souls just before they dissipate
To become once again part of the public society.

Hitting Back with Spontaneity - A Poem by Paul Tristram - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Hitting Back with Spontaneity – A Poem by Paul Tristram

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Life can often throw a sucker punch,
sometimes crippling blows
come along like buses… three in a row.
Absolutely everyone hits the floor,
there is nothing unique or shameful in falling,
it’s the getting back up wiser that counts.
The real secret is to bounce back brighter each time,
get in a few jabs of spontaneity of your own.
Do something different regularly, go places new,
comfort zones are for recharging batteries
not camping in… where’s the adventure in that?
Laugh at the strange and ridiculous,
never let fear guide you to nowhere.
You’re full of life, possibility and magic
get out there in that big wide world and enjoy it.
Collect memories not grudges,
don’t follow others unless they’re going your way
and may your way be vast and multiplied by many.

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