Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

January 30, 2014

Cranky Old Man


When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.




Cranky Old Man


What do you see, nurses? .................. What do you see?
What are you thinking ....... when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man ..................................... not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ............................ with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .................... and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice ....... "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ............ the things that you do.
And forever is losing .............................. a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not .................. lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ................ the long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? ........ Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .... you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ........................ as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding .................... as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten .......... with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .................... who love one another
A young boy of sixteen ................ with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now .................... a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at twenty ................ my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows ............ that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now .................. I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ........... and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty ....................... my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ................ with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons .......... have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me ........... to see I don't mourn.
At fifty, once more ............... babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ............... my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me .................. my wife is now dead.
I look at the future ....................... I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ............ young of their own.
And I think of the years ..... and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man .......................... and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age .......................... look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles ............. grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone ............... where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ....... a young man still dwells,
And now and again .................. my battered heart swells
I remember the joys ...................... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living ........................ life over again.
I think of the years, all too few .................. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact ............... that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ......................... open and see.
Not a cranky old man ................................... look closer.
See ........................................................................... ME!!



Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

Please share and pass this on if you've been touched, just like how I have.


January 24, 2014

How This Came To Be - poem

One more poem written around September 5, 2012.  And yes, I'm on a rampage on posting all my beloved poems of old... <3

This was a real experience by me; it all truly happened just a couple nights ago (when I first wrote it). Don't you think the whole thing is somewhat ironic? xD

Can you "see" the picture/scene I'm trying to portray here through the usage of few words? I've always known that little words, when used correctly and fittingly, is powerful, but now have I only known just how powerful. Hence my trying my hand at it. How well it came out, I don't know.

Please comment on what you think about this free verse, and how I can improve on my writing! (I promise I won't bite!)




How This Came To Be

End of day
Morales low
Tensions high
Tired
Stressed
Stomachache
Pain
Inquiries
Scolded
Rebuked
Guilty
Misty eyes
Blurred vision
Breaks down
Eyes up
Quiet weeping
Pauses
Runs upstairs
Collapses on bed
Sobbing
Wailing
Brokenness
Not comforted
None understands
Forgotten bedtime hug
Sorrowful
Depressed
Self-pity
Trickling wetness
Damp pillow
Once more
Awake
Thinking
Midnight
Slow motions
Bed creaking
Flipped switch
Blinding light
Still
Blinking
Adjusting
Rummaging
Paper
Pen
Starts
Writing

THIS





Again, criticism is appreciated, but rudeness is not. ^^


Two More Short Poems

Again, more poetry for y'all from yours truly! These two were written when I was waiting for BSF to start, back in September 13, 2012--and tonight is Tuesday night, BSF night (again), haha! :D


Wish It's Forever

Twilight
Summer midnight
Gently falling blossoms
Whispers flitting through the endless
Time hushed



Heartbreaker

Wretched peer
Anxious longing
Clenching, unclenching grip
Oh, what are you trying to find
In me?





Ciao! ;)


Last Saturday - poem

Here's a poem that I wrote back in October 3, 2012. ^^


Washing the morning dishes,
Just minding my own business,
(A bit grudging, I must add),
When down it rained, beauty-clad.

Strains of pleasing melody,
Triads in sweet harmony,
I cast eyes outward, wonder!
The music did not flounder.

Down it wafted from above,
Gently, gently, like a dove;
Master fingers undisclosed,
As they played the highs and lows.

I hurried with the washing,
No sign of tuneless humming.
Finally done, I grabbed the leash
As excuse of remedy.

With my dog, hasted to sidewalk
And slowed my pace to a walk.
Ears alert, eyes akin,
For the music now grew dim.

Now my gaze is on high grounds,
Still the rapturous effects sounds.
With a sudden jolt, I knew,
Keys I used to play so true.

Oh, joy! One of my Bach piece!
Now the skillful play has cease.
Fleeting time, I'm back at home;
The piano's where I roam.



This all really happened, although the part about "my Bach piece" wasn't. Inspired by the incident, I decided to write it down. This is probably my best in-one-sitting poem I've ever written. ^^


Critiques and comments welcomed!