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Posted 18 Apr 2015 at 06:01

the wellman clinic says your life may end
upon that you may depend
the assassin awaits and starts to strike
hunt him out we must unite
hands amay I am offered
I grasp them all onwards my friends
questions they are a plenty
sometimes I feel I run on empty
but the love and care is beyond belief
it gives me great relief

 

The silent assassin it lays in wait
For some it will sleep and slumber
For others it will awake
To find it you need to know how to heed it
The all too frequent trips
Many up late going on till daybreak
We think its just old age
These trips up late
There is neither warning or alarm bell to sound
No noise or movement
It will strike without prejudice
This assassin of no sound

 

my heart does ache
my mind does wander
will I wake from this strange slumber
is it real or just a dream
the doctors say it can be cured
of this I feel assured
but the waiting and waiting
takes it toll
tests they come one after another
to quieten this assassin of slumber

 

I lay here waiting for the night to end
The morning dawn to ascend
Morning chorus starts to chatter
The birds are calling all a natter
Thoughts and dreams you put aside
Another day is on the rise
The assassin still lays and waits
The battle continues
He can wait
Positive thoughts the order of the day
We all have a part to play
I will not get angry
Nor will I get mad
But if I go quiet
Please send me a HUGE HUG

 

 

 

Edited by member 10 May 2015 at 20:16  | Reason: Not specified

run long and prosper

'pooh how do you spell love'

'piglet you dont spell love -you just feel it'

User
Posted 18 Apr 2015 at 06:01

the wellman clinic says your life may end
upon that you may depend
the assassin awaits and starts to strike
hunt him out we must unite
hands amay I am offered
I grasp them all onwards my friends
questions they are a plenty
sometimes I feel I run on empty
but the love and care is beyond belief
it gives me great relief

 

The silent assassin it lays in wait
For some it will sleep and slumber
For others it will awake
To find it you need to know how to heed it
The all too frequent trips
Many up late going on till daybreak
We think its just old age
These trips up late
There is neither warning or alarm bell to sound
No noise or movement
It will strike without prejudice
This assassin of no sound

 

my heart does ache
my mind does wander
will I wake from this strange slumber
is it real or just a dream
the doctors say it can be cured
of this I feel assured
but the waiting and waiting
takes it toll
tests they come one after another
to quieten this assassin of slumber

 

I lay here waiting for the night to end
The morning dawn to ascend
Morning chorus starts to chatter
The birds are calling all a natter
Thoughts and dreams you put aside
Another day is on the rise
The assassin still lays and waits
The battle continues
He can wait
Positive thoughts the order of the day
We all have a part to play
I will not get angry
Nor will I get mad
But if I go quiet
Please send me a HUGE HUG

 

 

 

Edited by member 10 May 2015 at 20:16  | Reason: Not specified

run long and prosper

'pooh how do you spell love'

'piglet you dont spell love -you just feel it'

User
Posted 10 May 2015 at 20:19

One life is over, another to begin

How will it start, how will it end

H.T. will be the start and may be the end

Hit it hard hit it fast

Give it your all give it a blast

Shrink the bugger down to the size of a knat

 

The longest night it lies ahead

I do not fear neither do I dread

To know what I face to face what I know

To move on forward with no reverse

Gone on to my hip bone

 

We know now there is no cure

We must relax we must endure

Time may be shorter then I thought

Just hope it doesn’t proliferate

My future will lay with someone yet to meet

 

run long and prosper

'pooh how do you spell love'

'piglet you dont spell love -you just feel it'

User
Posted 12 May 2015 at 08:59

I also write verses but only every now and again. I wrote this between dx and surgery. Perhaps we can join forces and compile a book lol

We walk, we talk
It makes no sense at all,
We run, we play
We never think we'll fall

We love, we are loved
It's the way it's meant to be
We are strong and fit
It will never happen to me

And then things change
In a blink of the eye,
A call you never expect
And now it's time to cry

My darling wife, my kids
They need to have me near,
My friends, my work
I can sense the creeping fear

But I am strong and fit,
I shall stand straight and tall,
I will beat this evil cancer
It will never make me fall

And so my dear friends
Staying positive is the key
I don't intend going anywhere
But it did happen to me

Bri

User
Posted 12 May 2015 at 17:16

Hi,  I enjoyed the poetry, well done. It seems we have a few poets on here, me included, perhaps we should start our own site. The one below I did a couple of weeks after I had Brachytherapy, I tried to keep it humorous, hope you like it:

 

My body has been radiated, or part of it at least
An attempt to kill a cancer, to rid me of this beast
The side effects are horrendous, spend hours in the loo
My old man is sore & tender, my backside black & blue
This will all get better, but before then, will get worse
But it will be worth it in the end, according to the nurse
It will be a while before I know, whether I am cured
But the prognosis is very good, of this I am assured
So for now I’ll grin and bear it, smile through the pain
Although I wont be happy, if that thing comes back again

Lyrical

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User
Posted 18 Apr 2015 at 15:34

Excellent bladerunner.......enjoyed your poem

User
Posted 10 May 2015 at 20:19

One life is over, another to begin

How will it start, how will it end

H.T. will be the start and may be the end

Hit it hard hit it fast

Give it your all give it a blast

Shrink the bugger down to the size of a knat

 

The longest night it lies ahead

I do not fear neither do I dread

To know what I face to face what I know

To move on forward with no reverse

Gone on to my hip bone

 

We know now there is no cure

We must relax we must endure

Time may be shorter then I thought

Just hope it doesn’t proliferate

My future will lay with someone yet to meet

 

run long and prosper

'pooh how do you spell love'

'piglet you dont spell love -you just feel it'

User
Posted 11 May 2015 at 20:09
BR

Are you really writing poems on the loo?

Keep that faith , you are strong enough.

Paul

Ps Have you decided whether to go on Stampede yet?

User
Posted 12 May 2015 at 08:59

I also write verses but only every now and again. I wrote this between dx and surgery. Perhaps we can join forces and compile a book lol

We walk, we talk
It makes no sense at all,
We run, we play
We never think we'll fall

We love, we are loved
It's the way it's meant to be
We are strong and fit
It will never happen to me

And then things change
In a blink of the eye,
A call you never expect
And now it's time to cry

My darling wife, my kids
They need to have me near,
My friends, my work
I can sense the creeping fear

But I am strong and fit,
I shall stand straight and tall,
I will beat this evil cancer
It will never make me fall

And so my dear friends
Staying positive is the key
I don't intend going anywhere
But it did happen to me

Bri

User
Posted 12 May 2015 at 17:16

Hi,  I enjoyed the poetry, well done. It seems we have a few poets on here, me included, perhaps we should start our own site. The one below I did a couple of weeks after I had Brachytherapy, I tried to keep it humorous, hope you like it:

 

My body has been radiated, or part of it at least
An attempt to kill a cancer, to rid me of this beast
The side effects are horrendous, spend hours in the loo
My old man is sore & tender, my backside black & blue
This will all get better, but before then, will get worse
But it will be worth it in the end, according to the nurse
It will be a while before I know, whether I am cured
But the prognosis is very good, of this I am assured
So for now I’ll grin and bear it, smile through the pain
Although I wont be happy, if that thing comes back again

Lyrical

User
Posted 12 May 2015 at 20:58

this is quite fun this poetry stuff

still awaiting appointment to see oncologist, had my first H.T tablet today

been out for a run with my friends at club tonight, my day off work tomorrow hoping to get out for 10miles but may be starting with a cold

run long and prosper

'pooh how do you spell love'

'piglet you dont spell love -you just feel it'

 
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