"impairments" poems
We humans have
Lots of silly excuses
All the time
From dusk to dawn
And in all seasons
Whether spring or autumn
And if winter or summer
We always complain for
What we don’t have
Lacking this and that
And so on..
But we never
Count our blessings
Our mind
With no retardation
Our eyes
With no blindness
Our ears
With no deafness
Our tongue
With no dumbness
And our body
With no disability at all
Even though
Most of us
Believe that
We are not talented
And lack so many skills
But we never think
How a disabled person
Got so many vibrant calibers
Some can write
With legs
Some can dance
With one leg
Some can swim
With no legs and arms
Some can paint
With no vision
And all that
Mind blowing talents
With such disabilities
Is something
To learn about
But have we
Ever thought
Why can’t
We have that abilities
And the reason is
We don’t have an urge
To do anything
We have lots of facilities
Around us
And thus we don’t need
To sharp our brains
We live in pleasures
Like in a full swing
And thus
We don’t know
The pain of a
Handicapped
The darkness
Of a blind
The communication barrier
Of a dumb
The hearing impairments
Of a deaf
The financial constraints
Of a poor
And the loneliness
Of an orphan
We humans
Born as ordinary
And thus
No need to think
As extraordinary
We mostly learn from
Our mistakes
And so about the
Urge for it
When we get
A sincere urge
It results to a
Turning point in life
So why can’t we
Challenge our disability
And make it an ability
Let’s rebound our abilities
To make it a miracle
And enjoy the worthiness of
This graceful life
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
Minds drawing blanks
To this semi loaded weapon
As broken ear gets spoken upon
By wasteful youth, spewing out mouthfuls
Speech impediments, Speech impairments
Drink to slur your words upon empty promises
Rhythms get tapped out, Rhymes get sung out
Blurred out visions, eye twitches
A sight looking out onto the decaying world
That closes in around the primitive creature
Stir crazed, Trapped and enveloped within its own self mutilation
Its embodiment shivers, shattering dreams
As it looks for the warmth of a blanketed soul
To be swept away like yesterday's recycled tradegy
Ripped torn apart otherwise dumped at its wayside
Tortured by its own demise
The jagged knife slices deep into its wrist
To only impeach a livelihood
Within its own words and steps
Wondering where to go on forth
From this plateau of mystifications
Truth be told, truth be had
Jack the pearl of the living psyche
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Talk to me,
*That's what you said,
every time something was wrong, you tried to get inside my head,*
Talk to me,
*You asked me to trust,
and when I opened up to you, I got crushed,*
Talk to me,
*I have no memories of our last day,
I need you, for one simple thing, then I can go away,*
Talk to me,
*Please don't hide from me in plain sight,
you told me I could talk to you, and now you left me still in this fright,*
Talk to me,
*Sweetie I am scared,
I don't know what I said or have done, my mind is unprepared,*
Talk to me,
*The things I fear I said compared,
to what's leaving my mind racing, retracing, rewinding these impairments,*
Talk to me,
*Things have happened,
I never could have imagined,*
Talk to me,
*like you promised,
please keep your word, just be honest,*
Talk to me,
*Because I need you to,
talk to me because I need you, and for you, to tell me, the truth.*
Please,
*Just,
Talk to me,*
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Superstitious
Impairments
Form
The foundation
Of the desperate heart...
Holding on too tight
To certain types
Of supernatural belief
Can seem quite polite
With that said
I wish you luck
May you be blessed
And I'll see you in the next world!
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
I sought to find
The root of all these impairments
Causing the misfiring of our souls
Not a single time or faze "but"
A place where nobody knows
And there hidden beneath the nothing
I could only take a guess
Perhaps we're simply spores
On a piece of moldy bread...
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
Superstitious impairments
Tolerance gone extinct
Dark matter apathy
Evolution on the brinks
Extreme suffering
Existing in a void
Famine, torture, disease
Western bomb deployed
Somewhere in this existence
There must still be humanoids
....
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
It's apparent a parent would glare at their transparent impairments. A viral mimicry, a parrot, coughing into their coffin, barfing leads to causing unstopping hand washing. Watching the currently conceived serene scene to see if they been seen. Stop it.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC