Illness

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Father's Day 2025

Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13...

Father's Day 2025

If you hadn't held down a job, we would've been screwed.
If you hadn't worked, we would've had no...

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Flu

Flu

Nose is red and it runs so free,
Headache piercing, is there an arrow in me,
Body is sore and...

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REMEMBER THE STORIES

REMEMBER THE STORIES

They can't keep up with him...

The Doctor's Report he's fine but, he couldn't stand trial......

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FREE CONCERT

FREE CONCERT

People waited twelve hours...

It's Free...

Funny...

People are still trusting......

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SHOCKING?

SHOCKING?

A child born sick...

Severe illness which carries unimaginable pain...

A Mother trying to...

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A Neighbour Loved

The weight is falling
off her
and I am scared ..
She is,
after all, a survivor...

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It started at 15

Cancers beginnings

When I was just fifteen,
Life slipped through my fingers,
Unbeknownst to me.
Two years...

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Silvia

To Aunt Silvia (RIP)

Silvia

Silvia brushes her hair
with one of her hands
gently slides over her head
the robust...

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Microusplasticusbrainius

Microusplasticusbrainius

Scalpel relieves pressure
In Abnormal growth.
Ballooning aneurysm
Filled with plastic...

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My Ode To Parkinson’s

My Ode To Parkinson’s

Parkinson’s is the most dreadful disease,
My legs want to move, but my feet….they just freeze!...

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Intrusive

Mind of silence
A wish that can only
Be granted by death
When your wires are
...

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Un-awake

Un-awake

A vision engulfed in laughter and smiles.
Dance in the sunshine, splash in coolest ocean.
...

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At The Trigger Of A Bottle

Coping with living
Because the world is so vicious and unforgiving,
The things that are bad...

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Mental clouds

This pain is so loud I feel like I’m supporting a mental crowd .
Frown to frown as my world goes...

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Our Hands

Our Hands

Not one the same the print is always different
Some long some short some unknown
These hands...

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Tick tock

The hands on the clock stood still,
the essence of time faded,
Transfixed
He gazed at...