Questions for Sisters

[LeslieDean]

WOW!  Your poetry sounds  like a commercial/endorsement for rehab!    I have worked rehab for many years and this seemed to be what the patients thought--in the beginning.  It took many years and heartbreaks for patients and families to come to the realization that it only worked for a little while.  My husband went from being an alcoholic to a drug dependent person.  He can not function without his MS.  He realizes what it does to him, but at this point he is unable to quit.  He has had a knee replacement, and it will be awhile due to insurance and circumstances before he can have the other replaced, along with a shoulder replacement and back surgery.  I realize he needs (?) the pills to be able to even get out of bed or function (because he does not know what Jehovah can do) and I have accepted that this will probably be the situation until the GT breaks out and he can not get his medications, or he dies from the sheer amount that he deems "reasonable" to get by.  I can not even phantom what it is like to live with that much pain, nor do I want to.  But I just know it will be hell on him and all around him (namely me) if he even falls a few hours short of taking his medications.  For anyone who knows about Morphine he takes 200mgm twice a day and 30mgms a day. Does he even care what this is doing to his organs?  He may, but he is too addicted at this point to be able to make an effort to change.  How sad.

 

What every your situation is that you have to take pain medications in order to get by or just have a little relief,  I am so sorry. I know others in the Jehovah's house are going through the same thing. I look forward to the time you too will be able to climb the mountains and run like a "kid".

 

I tell my husband these things and he looks at me and says "you don't know how much I wish I could believe that"  yet he makes no effort to study--but he does listen, for short times, I can not go "on and on" to long   or I see his eyes glaze over (maybe its Satan's Morphine kicking in).

 

Anyway, I am ever so grateful   for what ever time he allows me to speak of Jehovah's goodness and generosity.

[RaymondG]

It must be trialsome for you...

Sometimes I get to thinking that my situation is not terribly bright. But I can do something about it, I guess, and I certainly try to.

Amazingly, two people came up to me at the meeting the other day, that is Sunday, "We went to your place yesterday to visit but you weren't home," they each told me.

Now here's the thing I can't fathom. They surely know that I work all weekend, that I am almost always missing from the Sunday meeting because I'm away from home working (and I attend meetings in the areas where I'm working, of course). And then, from time to time, I ask why people don't drop in to see me as they go past during the week.

"But we don't know if you're home..." I'm almost always at home during the week! If I'm not out in field service I'm at home. One 3-hour trip to the shops one day is possible, but otherwise I'm home all the week!

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Edited June 23, 2015 by RaymondG

[Dustparticle]

 Here is another one

 

                                   Subconscious World

 

 

 I live in a subconscious world

 The planet I live on doesn't swirl

 

 Black, yellow and blue

 If you mix them together you have no clue

 

 There are a lot of noises in downtown

 Turn up the volume and hear the sound

 

 I walk in the way that I don't know

 I love it and I can't let it go

 

 We all live in a subconscious world

 Dive into it and let it be your little pearl

[Dustparticle]

I just took a pain pill and  I got a crazy one

 

                          Psychedelic World

 

 Pink elephants dancing in the street

 They are swinging to the beat

 

 Pretty black flowers are singing to you

 Before you know it, they are through

 

 Yellow air fills your mouth

 Watch the pigs flying south

 

  A deer is hunting for red meat

  It is you she want to meet 

 

  She is married to a blue cherry pie

  Don't let his mother be your guide

 

  Black cats and brown dogs together falling in love

  We don't know what they are thinking of

 

  You are raking green snow

  You are seeing music, let it flow

 

   It is raining down to the sky

   If you get wet, I wonder why

   

   People floating in the air

   They don't need to drive or pay a fare

   

   Purple ocean reach the shore

   Nobody pushing your door bells, so open the door

 

 

 

  

Edited June 24, 2015 by Dustparticle

[Dustparticle]

 I hope more will share their poems.

[Dustparticle]

                                 Women

 

 They are sweet

 They are people whom you have to meet

 

 They can laugh for a while

 And that is what makes them smile

 

 They are wearing sun glass

 And that what make them having class

 

 They are tall

 I hope they don't stumble because that what make them fall

 

 They have ears

 So they can hear their fears

 

 They have a mind

 With a high IQ and that is fine

 

 They have a heart

 That beats of the chart

 

 They are short

 At times they are building a fort

 

 They have feelings

 While expressing this, they give us many things

 

 They came from Jehovah

 He is the God of love

 

 They are Women

  I said it again and again

[RaymondG]

Originally posted by Dustparticle

Any poems from NZ? Or the Tasmanian devils eat them all?

There have never been any Tasmanian Devils in New Zealand, Glenn...

They are native to Tasmania, which is almost a thousand miles across the sea. It's also a couple of hundred miles from the mainland of Australia, but it is a state of Australia.

I have some Australian poetry here if you're interested...

[Dustparticle]

There have never been any Tasmanian Devils in New Zealand, Glenn...

They are native to Tasmania, which is almost a thousand miles across the sea. It's also a couple of hundred miles from the mainland of Australia, but it is a state of Australia.

I have some Australian poetry here if you're interested...

Go for it my brother.

[Dustparticle]

    A Computer With Feelings

 

 

  I dwell in many buildings

  Yes, I'm a computer that has feelings

 

   I'm full of wires like rest of them

   I was made at IBM 

 

   I am program what to do

   Yet, I still love you

   

   At times, they repair me

   Yet, I can see

   

   At times they push a button so I can start

   Yet, I have a heart

 

   At times, I don't cost that much

   Yet, I can feel your touch

 

   At times, I am for sale

   Yet, I can smell

   

   At full capacity, I make a buzzing noise

   Yet, I have a voice

 

   Before you know it, I will be out of date

   But, don't be surprise if I have a mate

 

   Sometimes I live beyond my life span

   Why? Because I was made in Japan

 

 

Edited June 25, 2015 by Dustparticle

[Alexa]

I like to make poems when i still have tablet/gadget. When I read through JW Library, its english, and I find some important things so hard to remember. Or If I will answer it to the meetings, how can I explain myself? So I write it also in ENGLISH poems. Some I do was daily text, important bible verses, draw close and watchtower. That is when I obligate myself to participate at meetings because I am studying. Actually this is my secret. As of now, I stopped, and I realize its not important, what important is your success. :-) 

[Luezette]

Yes, I LOVE poetry! And too especially the ones that don't rhyme. I also especially like the romantic ones (not sexual ones) from the Elizabethan era. They seem, to me, to have a certain sincerity.

[RaymondG]

Originally posted by rlyem

I like to make poems when i still have tablet/gadget. When I read through JW Library, its english, and I find some important things so hard to remember. Or If I will answer it to the meetings, how can I explain myself? So I write it also in ENGLISH poems. Some I do was daily text, important bible verses, draw close and watchtower. That is when I obligate myself to participate at meetings because I am studying. Actually this is my secret. As of now, I stopped, and I realize its not important, what's important is your success.

That's good if it works for you Alexa, keep it up!

Here's a verse (or stanza?) from a poem I like:

 

The night ants clambered up cliffs of bark,

they sensed death high in the swaying dark.

Some strange sixth sense or elusive scent

sent the scurrying scouts up the long ascent.

With waving antennae and dropping tail,

they blazed a formalin-pungent trail,

a blind scent road for the worker horde

to exploit the spoil where the scouts explored.

They hurried aloft in a thickening chain,

an eager, excited, pillaging train,

with mandibles ready to wrench and tear

flenched morsels of flesh and clotted hair.

Automatons grim, in armour plated,

whose communal hunger is never sated -

for all is grist to that scavenging horde -

with every fragment preserved and stored

in dry earth cavern or rock-hewn bin,

all carefully pickled in formalin.

Where even dead sisters are carted home,

to dim dark cellar or catacomb,

dismembered and carefully stashed away,

imperious Caesars turned to clay.

Wonderful imagery there, the use of alliteration, it all rhymes (yes Luezette, I like them to rhyme, rhyming makes poetry), it discloses things we should think about, opens the mind. And it's just a small part of one of author's great poems.

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Edited June 26, 2015 by RaymondG

[RaymondG]

Just in case you liked that, here's the preceding verse...

Down in the gullies an alien fox

sought alien cronies under the rocks.

Till he heard the short, sharp querulous bark

as a vixen tongued in the outer dark,

where the hillside tumbled in shelving slate,

the cry for an urgently-wanted mate.

That sinister shadow, the hunting owl,

drifts eerily past on his nightly prowl.

For life nocturnal is vivid and raw,

an endless battle of talon and claw;

The night is a clamour of ceaseless strife,

where kill or be killed is the way of life.

[Dustparticle]

Here is a bizzare one

 

 

          I'm a Subatomic Particle

 

 

 I can be in multiple places at the same time

 Being at 2, well that is fine

 

 There are 6 types of me

 I need no more, so let it be

 

 Leptons, electron, and neutrino

 It doesn't stop here, I have 3 to go

 

 Muon neutrino, tau, tau neutrino

 That is not all of me, say it isn't so

 

 I have 6 flavors of Quarks and  that is bottom, down, and up

 Bring out the tea and have a cup

 

 The last 3 flavors are, top, strange and charm

 You see, I'm not that complicated and I did no mental harm

[Bamahrt]

Not much into it either.   Occasionally I'll like one.

[surfergirl]

That's awesome!

Since women like poetry, I'll sing it to Debbie tonight.

How'd it go?

[trottigy]

She really liked this part:

Every woman can clean the dishes

And she has many wishes

Every woman can mop the floor

She does it like a chore

Every woman can clean every room

She is using the broom

Every woman can shop for food

She is in a good mood

Every woman can dust

It is a must

Every woman can enjoy life

She does it as a mother or a wife