"parkinsons" poems - Hello Poetry

I don’t fight with Parkinson's I live with it, I have Parkinson's and Parkinson's do have me, I don’t hate Parkinson's I want to fall in love with it, We aren’t each other's enemy We are the soul mates; I born with each step of my leg then I die I born again with the another step then I die so my life is just about a foot step; I don’t think about the distance I need to walk I think about the step I take I nomore struggle to get rid of parkinsons rather I try to adjust I have accepted it I respect myself for it I don’t hate parkinsons I want to fall in love with it

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Apr 26, 2016

Apr 26, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC

banita-khanal

I don’t hate parkinsons, I want to fall in love with it

I don’t fight with Parkinson's I live with it, I have Parkinson's and Parkinson's do have me, I don’t hate Parkinson's I want to fall in love with it, We aren’t each other's enemy We are the soul mates; I born with each step of my leg then I die I born again with the another step then I die so my life is just about a foot step; I don’t think about the distance I need to walk I think about the step I take I nomore struggle to get rid of parkinsons rather I try to adjust I have accepted it I respect myself for it I don’t hate parkinsons I want to fall in love with it

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I got a little canoe and set sail to the moon I took my bandanna and pulled it tight. Grand Dads bottle of Makers Mark was my good supply some Marlboro Smooths and a old swiss army knife incase I got shipwrecked. I cashed in my last paycheck and told my boss I wasn't comming back I had a Full Moon to catch and the sun was already setting. I ran into Johnny **** Eyes at Holiday Gas Station and asked if he had any of them mushrooms still and if he had a extra couple hits of acid..... "Infact he replied I just got myself a quarter and about a 10 strip of acid for myself but your going to the moon right... in that old *** canoe your Grand Dad gave you when he passed away. I replied " Yeah Johnny I got a Harvest Moon thats not gonna be waiting long mind if you just toss me a deal and give me the whole shabang." I pulled a friend card and mentioned the time I hooked him up with 4 double stack X pills back in the day and also cut him a deal on a Rothbury ticket. Needless to say he handed that **** over. So back to the river shore where I began the tale I was scared of what was to come, I was scared to just leave without anyone knowing. I put on my old converse sneakers strapped up my suspenders put a little engine oil in my hair to slick it back and rolled my sleaves up in my flannel said a little prayer to Grand Dad that his canoe would make it... I remember watching him build it with his strong hands before the parkinsons kicked in... I remember him telling me that this ****** could go to the moon and back.... so I popped 3 hits of acid took a big swig out of the Makers Mark, Lit a Cig and said to the sky well Grand Dad you better be right.... You better be right

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Mar 28, 2013

Mar 28, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC

jam-rock

Grand Dads Canoe

I got a little canoe and set sail to the moon I took my bandanna and pulled it tight. Grand Dads bottle of Makers Mark was my good supply some Marlboro Smooths and a old swiss army knife incase I got shipwrecked. I cashed in my last paycheck and told my boss I wasn't comming back I had a Full Moon to catch and the sun was already setting. I ran into Johnny **** Eyes at Holiday Gas Station and asked if he had any of them mushrooms still and if he had a extra couple hits of acid..... "Infact he replied I just got myself a quarter and about a 10 strip of acid for myself but your going to the moon right... in that old *** canoe your Grand Dad gave you when he passed away. I replied " Yeah Johnny I got a Harvest Moon thats not gonna be waiting long mind if you just toss me a deal and give me the whole shabang." I pulled a friend card and mentioned the time I hooked him up with 4 double stack X pills back in the day and also cut him a deal on a Rothbury ticket. Needless to say he handed that **** over. So back to the river shore where I began the tale I was scared of what was to come, I was scared to just leave without anyone knowing. I put on my old converse sneakers strapped up my suspenders put a little engine oil in my hair to slick it back and rolled my sleaves up in my flannel said a little prayer to Grand Dad that his canoe would make it... I remember watching him build it with his strong hands before the parkinsons kicked in... I remember him telling me that this ****** could go to the moon and back.... so I popped 3 hits of acid took a big swig out of the Makers Mark, Lit a Cig and said to the sky well Grand Dad you better be right.... You better be right

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et rystende maleri. han har brugt lang tid på det, får jeg at vide det ligner noget et barn har tegnet. bogstaverne er runde og vaklende og skæve. han har malet farverne ind over hinanden. det rammer som en snestorm, som en iskold bølge inde i hjernen, tårerne som spor af følelsen kernen af et menneske, hvem er man når den svinder, når den ryster og hiver efter vejret og falder og langsomt smelter bort? det er smertefuldt at være vidne til. forsvinder han? er det hans sidste maleri? ikke til at holde ud, jeg må væk, jeg må besøge ham eller skrive et digt, jeg må gøre noget for ellers flyder jeg over af salte, kolde bølger der vælder

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC

en-anonym-skikkelse

parkinsons

et rystende maleri. han har brugt lang tid på det, får jeg at vide det ligner noget et barn har tegnet. bogstaverne er runde og vaklende og skæve. han har malet farverne ind over hinanden. det rammer som en snestorm, som en iskold bølge inde i hjernen, tårerne som spor af følelsen kernen af et menneske, hvem er man når den svinder, når den ryster og hiver efter vejret og falder og langsomt smelter bort? det er smertefuldt at være vidne til. forsvinder han? er det hans sidste maleri? ikke til at holde ud, jeg må væk, jeg må besøge ham eller skrive et digt, jeg må gøre noget for ellers flyder jeg over af salte, kolde bølger der vælder

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I keep waking up to sunsets Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies, cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery school popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep through the day So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca-cola for drinking it black My coffees color is the smog in Chicago This nightlife is my real addiction. That's why I love the graveyard shift. Devouring untold stories assisted living facilities. This Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons Orchestra Doctorates. Politicians prepared for Death Rabbis still flirting with nurses remembering the whole torah service by heart forgetting their wives name. For my sunset I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my coffee cup watch how beautiful stasis can be when you shatter through it. I like to pretend each sunset Is a death that wasn't mine. I like to count the deaths in assisted living As sunsets. I like to read obituaries like sunsets. I keep waking up To sunsets

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC

GeekElement

Sunsets

I keep waking up to sunsets Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies, cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery school popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep through the day So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca-cola for drinking it black My coffees color is the smog in Chicago This nightlife is my real addiction. That's why I love the graveyard shift. Devouring untold stories assisted living facilities. This Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons Orchestra Doctorates. Politicians prepared for Death Rabbis still flirting with nurses remembering the whole torah service by heart forgetting their wives name. For my sunset I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my coffee cup watch how beautiful stasis can be when you shatter through it. I like to pretend each sunset Is a death that wasn't mine. I like to count the deaths in assisted living As sunsets. I like to read obituaries like sunsets. I keep waking up To sunsets

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My wife, Karen, and I were watching the opening ceremony, soon, the lighting of the torch. It was a well-kept secret as to who would light the flame. When the spotlights came on, the arena went wild! Mohammad Ali! Holding the torch in his right-hand, his left, shaking from the Parkinsons. Karen and I both felt tears coming down our cheeks. Mr. Ali, that night you displayed the meaning of the word, "PRIDE!" "Rest in Peace", MISTER ALI. You ARE the fighter, you always claimed to be!" r.riddle 06-10-2016

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Jun 10, 2016

Jun 10, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC

richard-riddle

ATLANTA -1996 OLYMPIC GAMES

My wife, Karen, and I were watching the opening ceremony, soon, the lighting of the torch. It was a well-kept secret as to who would light the flame. When the spotlights came on, the arena went wild! Mohammad Ali! Holding the torch in his right-hand, his left, shaking from the Parkinsons. Karen and I both felt tears coming down our cheeks. Mr. Ali, that night you displayed the meaning of the word, "PRIDE!" "Rest in Peace", MISTER ALI. You ARE the fighter, you always claimed to be!" r.riddle 06-10-2016

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My father lost the balance of his mind in World War II & the rest followed from Parkinsons, Dementia, PTSD, paranoia & ghosts that haunted him in the middle of the night. What did he die for? So politicians & generals could manipulate us into believing that endless war is “normal”? So bankers could pocket billions while children starve and sleep in the streets in this land of so-called liberty? So veterans can beg for money with jars draped in red & white flags outside the grocery store & we all pitch in the silver? Someone please tell me that this is not why I was emotionally orphaned at birth or why I can not recall his weathered hands without seeing them tremble.

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC

frederick-moe

Genealogy #2

My father lost the balance of his mind in World War II & the rest followed from Parkinsons, Dementia, PTSD, paranoia & ghosts that haunted him in the middle of the night. What did he die for? So politicians & generals could manipulate us into believing that endless war is “normal”? So bankers could pocket billions while children starve and sleep in the streets in this land of so-called liberty? So veterans can beg for money with jars draped in red & white flags outside the grocery store & we all pitch in the silver? Someone please tell me that this is not why I was emotionally orphaned at birth or why I can not recall his weathered hands without seeing them tremble.

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ummmmmmmm he has battled so many times ummmmmmmm his religion and titles and illness ummmmmmm he was the greatest fighter that ever lived ummmmmmm in more ways than one ummmmmmm he used the catch phrase float like a butterfly sting like a bee ummmmmmm he lit the atlanta olympic flame when he was ummmmmmm let's just say he was a fighter ummmmmm he is holding the fight in the heavens ummmmmmm it surely took a long time for his illness to defeat him ummmmmm he will be given a nice new boxing ring in the clouds ummmmmm so his next earth body can perform the same miracles ummmmmm yeah he has parkinsons but he didn’t let it defeat him ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated ummmmmmmm ummmmmmmm ummmmmmm RIP cassius marcekkus clay RIP MOHAMAD ALI ummmmmmm i hope you defeat many people in the afterlife so your next earth body can live on ummmmmmm ummmmmmm ummmmmm

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Jun 4, 2016

Jun 4, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

buddhist chant for mohammad ali, i know he wasn't a buddhist but here is the chant anyway

ummmmmmmm he has battled so many times ummmmmmmm his religion and titles and illness ummmmmmm he was the greatest fighter that ever lived ummmmmmm in more ways than one ummmmmmm he used the catch phrase float like a butterfly sting like a bee ummmmmmm he lit the atlanta olympic flame when he was ummmmmmm let's just say he was a fighter ummmmmm he is holding the fight in the heavens ummmmmmm it surely took a long time for his illness to defeat him ummmmmm he will be given a nice new boxing ring in the clouds ummmmmm so his next earth body can perform the same miracles ummmmmm yeah he has parkinsons but he didn’t let it defeat him ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated ummmmmmmm ummmmmmmm ummmmmmm RIP cassius marcekkus clay RIP MOHAMAD ALI ummmmmmm i hope you defeat many people in the afterlife so your next earth body can live on ummmmmmm ummmmmmm ummmmmm

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We played our childish game of seven minutes in heaven, when I knew very well that I should have gone to hell. We played an endless game of nicky nicky nine doors, because the floors were lava and we had no where else to go. Too little hiding and too little seeking to find what we wanted, or to even run away from what we truly honoured. We played games like children playing breaking bricks, trying to break traditions set by parents from years earlier. We chose to play a 'til we die' game called arranged marriage, because operation made for a better game than abortion, and it's all distorted marketing; trying to sell parkinsons- to veterans with medicine prices sky rocketing. We lived in a time where playing cops and robbers meant playing tax offices trying to honour tax on coffins. Take the heinous nature of human and discount it forward, we are not all as evil as we seem, but we still play jump rope with the sensitive lines hidden behind media's eyes, we play jump rope with politics because it was always fun- to lunge up the ladder in a game of snakes and ladders. We all played at monogamy like it was a game of monopoly, constantly competing for marriage like it was Mayfair on the board. We've boarded on a train of imagination with fetishes and kinks, trying to rethink what the ordinary could never provide, and I admit, i lost in the game called tinder but I don't lose sleep knowing I haven't matched with someone who swiped right. We built campfire out of torches because there's still a light in the horse **** we go through on a daily basis, and we hold our tragic faces trying to compete with the sob stories of modern day Romeo and juliet's because what's best is beyond us. So I tire of playing Simon Says when I know quite well that we play duck duck goose with bullets and guns hoping the fun doesn't reach us too soon because there's still some fun in funeral. We played our childish game of seven minutes in heaven, when I knew very well that I should have gone to hell.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC

Little-star

Seven Minutes In Heaven

We played our childish game of seven minutes in heaven, when I knew very well that I should have gone to hell. We played an endless game of nicky nicky nine doors, because the floors were lava and we had no where else to go. Too little hiding and too little seeking to find what we wanted, or to even run away from what we truly honoured. We played games like children playing breaking bricks, trying to break traditions set by parents from years earlier. We chose to play a 'til we die' game called arranged marriage, because operation made for a better game than abortion, and it's all distorted marketing; trying to sell parkinsons- to veterans with medicine prices sky rocketing. We lived in a time where playing cops and robbers meant playing tax offices trying to honour tax on coffins. Take the heinous nature of human and discount it forward, we are not all as evil as we seem, but we still play jump rope with the sensitive lines hidden behind media's eyes, we play jump rope with politics because it was always fun- to lunge up the ladder in a game of snakes and ladders. We all played at monogamy like it was a game of monopoly, constantly competing for marriage like it was Mayfair on the board. We've boarded on a train of imagination with fetishes and kinks, trying to rethink what the ordinary could never provide, and I admit, i lost in the game called tinder but I don't lose sleep knowing I haven't matched with someone who swiped right. We built campfire out of torches because there's still a light in the horse **** we go through on a daily basis, and we hold our tragic faces trying to compete with the sob stories of modern day Romeo and juliet's because what's best is beyond us. So I tire of playing Simon Says when I know quite well that we play duck duck goose with bullets and guns hoping the fun doesn't reach us too soon because there's still some fun in funeral. We played our childish game of seven minutes in heaven, when I knew very well that I should have gone to hell.

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Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft watch Naruto until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca cola for bkack coffee And an eating disorder Now Im a graveyard shift worker. Manjc smirking at untold stories in assisted living Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons orchestra Doctorates Politicians preparing for death Rabbis still flirting with nurses and remembering the whoke torah service by heart When they cant remember their wives name. Wives of Men that played god until they met him. Breifly Before the trap door unlatched For my death. I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my desk. And watch how beautiful stasis can be As the trap door caves beneath me for my sins. I want to leave someone behind to tell my story. My journal is someone. I'm a night owl I am alive most when the world is either sinning or silent And I refuse to die quietly. Or before I get my Desk. Or my window. To watch the sun rise and fall But never stay. I am not meant to watch things last forever. I am a night owl. I enjoy this world for all the endings. This is my favorite part.

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC

GeekElement

Night owl

Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft watch Naruto until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca cola for bkack coffee And an eating disorder Now Im a graveyard shift worker. Manjc smirking at untold stories in assisted living Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons orchestra Doctorates Politicians preparing for death Rabbis still flirting with nurses and remembering the whoke torah service by heart When they cant remember their wives name. Wives of Men that played god until they met him. Breifly Before the trap door unlatched For my death. I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my desk. And watch how beautiful stasis can be As the trap door caves beneath me for my sins. I want to leave someone behind to tell my story. My journal is someone. I'm a night owl I am alive most when the world is either sinning or silent And I refuse to die quietly. Or before I get my Desk. Or my window. To watch the sun rise and fall But never stay. I am not meant to watch things last forever. I am a night owl. I enjoy this world for all the endings. This is my favorite part.

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Feelings of anger, why me In this world I thought I’d be in charge of my destiny But I’ve been handed the black spot. No oh no treasure for my little soul Just pain and suffering all day. Every day I climb more than the average goal Anger and frustration paving my way. What is the point of moaning I just do it and sit tight. There is no one to hear me groaning In pain in the middle of the night. Parkinsons disease is no joke you know I am glad my friends don’t suffer like me My brain performs like a mad comedy show But at least that’s in control of it’s destiny.

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Aug 26, 2017

Aug 26, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC

cheryl-love

Frustration

Feelings of anger, why me In this world I thought I’d be in charge of my destiny But I’ve been handed the black spot. No oh no treasure for my little soul Just pain and suffering all day. Every day I climb more than the average goal Anger and frustration paving my way. What is the point of moaning I just do it and sit tight. There is no one to hear me groaning In pain in the middle of the night. Parkinsons disease is no joke you know I am glad my friends don’t suffer like me My brain performs like a mad comedy show But at least that’s in control of it’s destiny.

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Everyone in the house say "Yes" Would you like to hear what I have to say say "Yes" Would you like to know what it is? say "Yes" Everyone in the house say "Yes" I have Parkinsons Disease Are you still here say "Yes" Show your support for me by saying "Yes" To all shakers out there we have hope Say "Yes"

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC

cheryl-love

If You Are With Me Say Yes

Everyone in the house say "Yes" Would you like to hear what I have to say say "Yes" Would you like to know what it is? say "Yes" Everyone in the house say "Yes" I have Parkinsons Disease Are you still here say "Yes" Show your support for me by saying "Yes" To all shakers out there we have hope Say "Yes"

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The way I used to giggle the thickness of my hair when I walked I had a wiggle and men would stare. I smiled and the world smiled I laughed and everyone did the same My phone was always on dialled I was at the top of my game. Then Mr P took hold of my life he demanded I live by his rule now it is all trouble and strife and the pain I have is just cruel. But do you know what Mr P I have had enough of your ways I do not want you in my life anymore I want to have nicer days. So Parkinsons disease can take a hike to pastures new and then get lost go on get on your bike Im free from you now at no further cost. Well I am not but in my head I am I can do without all of the stress Mr P brings plenty of that glam Im glad my life is not now a mess.

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC

cheryl-love

Remember Me

The way I used to giggle the thickness of my hair when I walked I had a wiggle and men would stare. I smiled and the world smiled I laughed and everyone did the same My phone was always on dialled I was at the top of my game. Then Mr P took hold of my life he demanded I live by his rule now it is all trouble and strife and the pain I have is just cruel. But do you know what Mr P I have had enough of your ways I do not want you in my life anymore I want to have nicer days. So Parkinsons disease can take a hike to pastures new and then get lost go on get on your bike Im free from you now at no further cost. Well I am not but in my head I am I can do without all of the stress Mr P brings plenty of that glam Im glad my life is not now a mess.

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