Something Blastoma... A Poem of Cancer Diagnosis

In recent months I have had a roller coaster ride of emotions.

Last December I had what I thought was a bad cold and Bronchitis. Following a Chest X-Ray and other tests giving results from "Valley Fever" ( a nasty fungal lung infection) this would be my first time. I got a even nastier diagnosis from a doctor. Lung Cancer.

Though the doctor was not sure of the result for certain. He came up with a stunning piece of news. I will tell you now though that I am not taking this doctors word, and have made arrangements for a second opinion in a few days.

But that is by the by.

The news was a shock. As with many traumatic events. I was moved to write a poem. "Something Blastoma..." is the result.

To read Something Blastoma... A Poem CLICK HERE.

Memorial Day

Hunched he stands,
Head hung low.
Above the sound,
Jets fly low.
An old man , no place to go.

Above the sky,
Of Truest Blue.
Whiteness Red stained,
For you and me.

The flag,
Unfolds upon the breeze.

As he stands,
'Neath the trees.

Beneath his feet,
A friend or son.
Who gave his all
For Everyone.

If peace shall come our way,
Let us not forget
The Cost
Of Memorial Day.

That Certain Smile

That certain smile
No time can take.
Within my heart,
You'll never break.

Those shining eyes
Hold no surprise.
O'er your shoulder glance
Make my heart dance.

Your soft blonde curls
My fingers trace.
Love is always
On your face.

In angers fire,
Another desire.
In lovers light
We do not fight.

My heart grows near,
You lend your ear.
I whisper of love,
My turtle dove.

Sing just for me,
From you so free.
I give all I have
To be with thee.

Darker than Night- A Poem of Blindness

Darkness comes,
From sudden light.
Darker now than darkest night.
Nowhere for me to fly,
Why should I not lie?
Who knows what to say?
Who would care for more today?

Love is blind,
Or so They say.
Justice blind,
So why I pray?
God took away your sight,
So that you might see the light.
How cruel to blame,
My God!
Who are you?
What am I to do?
Pause and wait in silent prayer,
Someone out there really does care.
Hold my hand for all beware.
Now I am atop the stair.

Broken Valentine

In class we'd talk of themes,
You'd never hear my dreams.
Talk of how Brooke's Soldier dies,
Of Owen's guttering lies.

Then trembling in the halls,
I'd wait until the bell calls.
Wait in trembling fear
Would you even be here?

Then in answer to its ring,
Then my heart began to sing.
There you are my dazzling blonde.
Whom my heart will always be fond.

In your eyes of shining blue.
Love for me I will see.
Take from my hand,
This card of Love on your dresser to stand.
"
What is this?"

I hear that laugh.


Then a moments sad sigh,
Card in hand you pass me by.
To the waste bin you do toss.
My heart for a loss.

Strike me for a fool,
Gave my heart for you to rule.
When in times anew,
Someone else will e'er be true.