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13 years ago 0 1095 logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo 0
Great thread Pen.  Here is a very old one sad yet some times so very true.
Duffis
 

I lie in here, beside the whitewashed wall,
My hair is gone, my head is bald,
The room is sterile and it's very cold,
Wish you were here, Dad, I need someone to hold.

I can't breathe, I'm on a machine,
It goes whirr and click, it's such a din,
I've got lung cancer, it's all black inside,
When Mom says smoking causes cancer, Dad, I think she lied.

I never lit up, even when you did,
I just sat next to you, a small little kid,
You huffed and puffed through your life, Dad,
And Mom always looked so very sad.

My friends asked me to smoke, but I never did,
Because Mom told me from young: smoking is stupid,
It soots up your lungs and blackens your teeth,
So when I see a smoker, Dad, I anger and seethe.

 

 

You smoked two packs a day but you're still healthy and strong,
I hate smokers, Dad, but I never thought you wrong,
I love you, Dad, I always sat next to you,
And I know that you always loved me too.

The room here is cold, I see you through the glass,
And I think back to long ago, Dad, of times past,
Of the memories, I recall as much as I can,
There's always been a cigarette, Dad, stuck inside your hand.

I remember the fun things, Dad, all the times we had,
But as I look at you from here, you look so very sad,
You're not smoking, Dad, no cigarette I can see on you,
Maybe it's just the hospital, and this is the ICU.

My breathing becomes labored, I don't think I'll live,
Well, I tried my best, I gave all I had to give,
But one thing, Dad, I cannot comprehend,
I'm not a smoker, so why is my life about to end?

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13 years ago 0 823 logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo 0
Hey Pen!  Thanks so much for your kind words regarding my poem submission.  Writing has really helped me cope with shedding my emotional attachment to smoking.  My changing attitude toward my health is beginning to take shape!  My lungs even feel a bit clearer today. It's coming along!  I noticed your nearly 7 yrs quit post. Wow!  Quite impressive yourself! Maybe others will find your 'poetry post' and become inspired to write a few lines.  That would be great.  How about a Haiku?  
BTW  I'm glad you're not stinking anymore Rock LOL  
13 years ago 0 1843 logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo 0
Roses are red,
Voilets are blue,
Smoking stinks,
I'm glad I don't too!
 
Great poetry everybody!
13 years ago 0 2534 logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo 0
BTW eya,
 
I hope there are more who will embrace the thread and contribute just like you have.
 
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13 years ago 0 2534 logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo 0
eya,
 
Just one word - Excellent!!
 
WOW and thank you! Expansive, sad and very, very poignant. Great poem - totally impressed!
 
More please,
Best Wishes
Pen
 
PS Really liking your quit from a distance; got a feeling you've got it under your control which is exactly where it should be.
 
 
 
 
 
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13 years ago 0 823 logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo logo 0
Hello Poetry Corner Gatherers   Thank you Pen for including this thread to SSC - I love your posts.  Very poignant, as Tiana mentions, but relevant.  I hope it's OK with you to add a poem I wrote - I've been having bad dreams lately - awake at 3:00 AM every night the last week - my brain feels fuzzy and I'm falling behind in work and obligations -  Have lost loved ones recently and feel very sad at times. I haven't smoked since my Quit day Feb 1, 2011 (NOPE is my new lifeline now!) But my lungs are sore - way worse than before I quit - they feel fluidy - Will get to Doc soon I guess.  Meantime, it does seem to help to write.  So from the throes of 3:00 AM, I'm getting this one off my chest: not sure if others will relate, but hope it's okay to share here: 
 
A Cheater's Decree
 
Grim Reaper did cast his cold glance upon me; He dared visit me whilst I did slumber
And so I cried out with a willful protest; but He cast my aspersions asunder
This nightmare consumes me; From whence did it spring? The deceptions I foster inside?
Must I repent? Must I pay for my actions? What is the price then? Confide!
 
How deliciously sweet my desire of the moment; 'Til time festered it into a boil
That has blackened my heart and tears at my conscience; Where my guilt will not leave me alone 
 What is the cost of this addiction I wonder? Already I've tendered my heart and my soul
Now must I lay down my life on the line? To forfeit my body as well as my soul?
 
What are His intentions? I am driven by fear; Though I yet appear concrete and whole
Should I ask for Forgiveness? Would it make any difference? Now that His presence to me has been shown? 
  For His image does haunt me; with jaws gaping wide; He is dripping saliva; just biding His time
 
He steps to the sidelines; peers out from the shadows; His Omniscience chills me to the bone  
For ultimately I know that one day when He beckons; I will answer the Grim Reaper's call
But I can't help but wonder -  If my own indiscretions -  Have helped hasten His process along
Eya 
 
 
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Tiana,

 

It always helps me to write but what helps me more than to write is to listen and observe. Without listening and observing, there would be nothing to write.
 
 
 
 
 
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Very poignant stuff, Penitent. Thanks for sharing. Does it help you to write?
 
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Any Time

 

When drinking beer or watching films

Behind the wheel, different scenes.

When I'm lonely, if I'm sad,

If I'm edgy when I'm mad.

When I wake, if I'm late.

Any time, feed the ache.

Light up, inhale, take a breath,

One step nearer impending death.
 
 
 
 
 
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Oww!  On the latest.  Good posts Pen.

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