Sejvej glad to see you're posting poems again. Brilliant as ever.

Couldn’t sleep
Tried counting sheep
Watched TV
Turned on PC
All came to nought
Then had a thought
Count reindeer instead
Went back to bed
Rudolph one, Prancer two
? The names of the other few zzzzzzzzzzz

Bluebell

Thanks all for your encouragement. Glad you enjoyed my offerings! I've had a mental block for some time and hope that in 2009 all the poets of the forum will begin contributing again. Writing must be therapeutic as I have had my best nights sleep for six months! Try it all you insomniacs! Marry Christmas and a lyrical New Year.
Sejvej x

Love the poems Sejvej,

good to see you back posting,keep it up!

Good luck tomorrow,I'll be thinking of you

Roz

One of the things that upsets me more than anything about OH's diagnosis is the thought of him worrying about me (which I know he does). It's sometimes impossible to reassure him that I love him despite of anything that may be thrown at us and will never consider him a burden. These thoughts have been going round and round in my head today and making me down, so I have written a poem. Very therapeutic, Hope noone thinks I'm too self-absorbed.

I am a carer, don't object to what I say
It isn't meant to cause offence, take dignity away
It simply means I care, re what the future holds
And will be there to smooth the path that this PD unfolds.
Today I'm feeling angry, I need to rant and rave
To kick and scream and make some noise, not be so bl**dy brave.
I am carer, and i don't want to be
Don't get me wrong for I am strong but I dont want to see
In my minds eye I know I'll cope with all the different things
The shakes and tremors, aches and pains, all that this PD brings
What is it that upsets me, why do I feel so low?
I need to share these feelings, I've nowhere else to go
I can cope if he gets shaky, I can cope if he cant walk
I can cope if he cant hold a knife or finds it hard to talk
It wont make any difference, to what he means to me
Happy, grumpy, up or down..it's not him, just PD
I am a carer, but I dont want to see
My husband getting worried cos he cares so much for ME.
He worries for the future and will the kids be fine
Theres much he wants to do in life but will he have the time
He wakes up from his nightmares and reaches out for me
To calm his soul from all his dreams of shaking with PD
I am his carer, but by this I mean I care
I'm there to sooth him from his dreams, his worries I will share
Cos I am his carer, through love I have no choice
So I thankyou for this forum, somewhere I have a voice
To air my deepest feelings and not be judged by them
To share with others who through fate can understand my pain
I am a carer, and I dont want to see
My husband getting worried cos he cares so much for ME
I am carer, today I'm feeling blue
But tomorrow is another day with energy anew
The posting re 'perspective' is forefront in my mind
In many ways I'm lucky and I will surely find
a way to battle onwards and face my fears head on
cos I am a carer and tomorrow I'll be strong.

(just to say that I considered not posting this in case my words re possible symptoms upset anyone with PD - I decided it would probably be OK, so I hope I'm right. If I have upset anyone I'm sorry)
Love to all
Carrot

Carrot - after seeing your poem I came up with this little ditty on a similar theme


Oh you guys with the carers oh how lucky you are
To snuggle up in bed with someone who‘s not far
Fom your thoughts. Ok you may say some snore thru the night
But what do you care – for that burden is light.
The sheets rise and fall with the pulse of her breath.
If she wasn’t around the night would be death.
So smell her perfume on the pillow and sheet
For without her your dreams would be other than sweet

If Only………………….

While laying in bed you let out a sigh
Your mind wanders back,libido was high
Recalling your teens and how it began
Stopped being a boy, becoming a man

You had to be shrewd and occasionally hide
From fathers of girls you wanted to ride
Into a chemist to check out the cost
for packets of three without looking lost

You start walking round pretending to browse
she’s looking at you, her suspicion aroused
confront her you must to get what you seek
the shop is still full, your chances are weak

The last one has gone and no-ones around
Walk to the counter and standing your ground
Ask her for Durex, a big pack of ten
She thinks bloody hell! Can he use all them?

Starting to smile, she knows what you need
If you’re under age, she cannot proceed
Your sixteen next week, your starting to blush
Don’t look in her eyes, your cheeks are aflush

Pay up your money, its worth it you know
Tonight is the night your cherry will go!!!!

Pokermid 28/10/2007

Poker
You've got me laughing again already!

Happy Al
Tonight when I'm in bed I promise to send out a telepathic hug especially for you.
Take care
Carrot x

Hi Carrot - by way of thanks


"There was a young lady called carrot
who could respond with more wit than a parrot
Did she send Al a shrug? No, t'was a telepathic hug
more thoughtful than words could ever get at"


I am just about geting used to this site now - my birthday today and I dont know about growing "older and wiser"- but defititely older.

You take care also

Happy Al

Happy Birthday Al