Poetry competition CLOSED 4th November 2017 5:40am
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
RUNNER-UP:
Poetryman
Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time
Poetry Contest Description
A place to express how diabetes has affected you and/or those you've seen taken down or continue to fight this insidious disease to the very last drop of one's life.
See the next entry that will follow shortly as a visual introduction. I know all too well the way diabetes cuts short one's best laid plans for a hopeful outlook of one's dreams for a long productive future. I hope you will take some time to think about what you can contribute to what you know or have experienced when it comes to how diabetes has changed you as a person who still strives to conquer its destructive force, or has been felled in spirit. But perhaps there's renewed hope just over the next horizon?
Related submission no longer exists.
Barren
How it's been this past year of seasons when the
Deceptive normalcy of wild flowers and
Perfect skies mocked my perpetual winter.
Where there is no snow to cover and lull the
Frozen ground, or soften the starkness of
Tree limbs, brittle as my own leafless wings.
Where Styrofoam birds alternately float
And plummet, never to fly southward
Beyond the drab cardboard skylines.
Where I find no sanctuary in which to
Hibernate, to forget and splinter,
In torpor even if only for a
Night and a day, and be oblivious
To the beauty of my barren winter.
This was written back in 2009, a year after I was diagnosed with type 2, and is in my DUP competition "Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time" as a non-entry example.
Deceptive normalcy of wild flowers and
Perfect skies mocked my perpetual winter.
Where there is no snow to cover and lull the
Frozen ground, or soften the starkness of
Tree limbs, brittle as my own leafless wings.
Where Styrofoam birds alternately float
And plummet, never to fly southward
Beyond the drab cardboard skylines.
Where I find no sanctuary in which to
Hibernate, to forget and splinter,
In torpor even if only for a
Night and a day, and be oblivious
To the beauty of my barren winter.
This was written back in 2009, a year after I was diagnosed with type 2, and is in my DUP competition "Sweet Death, One Drop at a Time" as a non-entry example.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Suffered the sweetness...
you were wealthy enough
to leave us an inheritance
I don’t want to sign and accept it
but I guess it’s a compulsory gift
then I wish to waste every last of it
and leave nothing for my kids
I don’t want them to think
that I have hidden sugar
I don’t want them to see me
resisting the cravings for sweets
I have seen the monster
comes hidden inside it
I have seen it destroying you
inside your cleansing system
I spent the nights at the hospital
watching you suffer without sleep
your lips were stuck together
for the lack of liquid in you
everything your drink drained
just soon after you drank
side effects of sugar they said
but for me, that was the monster
I don’t want it, I will end it
I will not let it pass through me
how? Because
from the cross of Calvary
all be healed and blessed…!
to leave us an inheritance
I don’t want to sign and accept it
but I guess it’s a compulsory gift
then I wish to waste every last of it
and leave nothing for my kids
I don’t want them to think
that I have hidden sugar
I don’t want them to see me
resisting the cravings for sweets
I have seen the monster
comes hidden inside it
I have seen it destroying you
inside your cleansing system
I spent the nights at the hospital
watching you suffer without sleep
your lips were stuck together
for the lack of liquid in you
everything your drink drained
just soon after you drank
side effects of sugar they said
but for me, that was the monster
I don’t want it, I will end it
I will not let it pass through me
how? Because
from the cross of Calvary
all be healed and blessed…!
Written by dejure
(vick)
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SWEET MUTILATION
His mistress, he can't live without
and so he died for the love of Sugar
Decadence is his only vice
feeding on caramel, glutton of rice,
breadstuff with mayonnaise and jams
He, oh so hate those leafy greens!
"Forget about it, he has his meds"
he said. But what good did it do?
He died toothless with his money
stolen by insulin, surgeons and hospital fees
with none left for his family
but a pile of debt a decades worth of
poverty filled existence
He was the breadwinner
The king whose words was protocol
and so no one had the guts to say stop
Until his legs were cut in half
Until his heart, for complication
Stopped
Regrets always comes too late
I hope by this, one would contemplate
that your health is a gift that you give yourself
and not a God's grace that you can just wish
No one has to die, mutilated.
No one has to die, complicated
The fight against the deceitful murderer
can be countered if you just watch your diet.
DEMONS FLOCK WITH MURDER
Demons in my skin consuming what’s left within
Tearing at the veil of flesh I cannot begin
To fight a war against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
I look into the abyss
And the void stares back at me
See myself chained to the wall
Just to revenge my disease
There is no restful silence
If you take away the stars
Only the grasp of despair
The jagged claws leave a scar
Demons haunt this shell imprison me in this cell
They tear at the veil of flesh with fingers from Hell
The war I fight against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
In spite of this frail bloodline
That poisons me every day
I fight to keep from falling
Between the cracks of my grave
The bitter pills cut my throat
So I choke on blood at night
Jaded at the coming dawn
Where I left myself to die
Demons in my dreams, nightmarish, I cannot scream
Tearing at the veil of dusk with broken machines
I fight this war against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
Tombstones crumble before my eyes
When I walk the path that was denied
I’ll pay the bill when the devil comes for his due
Until he gets the balls I’ll be here with you
With the vilest sentiments
That I may ever mutter
I sputter on this curse
That have plagued me forever
Demons haunt this shell imprison me in this cell
They tear at the veil of flesh with fingers from Hell
The war I fight against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
Demons in my skin consuming what’s left within
Tearing at the veil of flesh I cannot begin
To fight a war against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Tearing at the veil of flesh I cannot begin
To fight a war against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
I look into the abyss
And the void stares back at me
See myself chained to the wall
Just to revenge my disease
There is no restful silence
If you take away the stars
Only the grasp of despair
The jagged claws leave a scar
Demons haunt this shell imprison me in this cell
They tear at the veil of flesh with fingers from Hell
The war I fight against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
In spite of this frail bloodline
That poisons me every day
I fight to keep from falling
Between the cracks of my grave
The bitter pills cut my throat
So I choke on blood at night
Jaded at the coming dawn
Where I left myself to die
Demons in my dreams, nightmarish, I cannot scream
Tearing at the veil of dusk with broken machines
I fight this war against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
Tombstones crumble before my eyes
When I walk the path that was denied
I’ll pay the bill when the devil comes for his due
Until he gets the balls I’ll be here with you
With the vilest sentiments
That I may ever mutter
I sputter on this curse
That have plagued me forever
Demons haunt this shell imprison me in this cell
They tear at the veil of flesh with fingers from Hell
The war I fight against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
Demons in my skin consuming what’s left within
Tearing at the veil of flesh I cannot begin
To fight a war against enemies that thunder
Among the blackened skies and flocks with the murder
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
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Sugar Sweet Suicide
ice cream and chocolates
moist fruitcakes, marzipan
creamy topped puddings
cinnamon and meringue
cheese pizzas
sugar powdered doughnuts
fried chicken and pie
hamburgers
and different flavoured soda
delicious sweetness
pushing me down
gently and sweetly
into the ground.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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A Glass Bottom Moon
Lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight
that slips past the sun king while
happiness from yesterday's warmth
seeps into my spine
making me believe for a while
that all of me is whole again
as I once was.
To feel the sand churn
between fingers and toes
each time the tide comes in,
lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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My Condition
My Condition affects me
Affects everything about me
It’s a condition where folks
All too easily joke and jibe about
Yet it will kill you stone dead
It will reduce you to a torso
It will make a man
Into just half a man
I pinch my stomach
For the second time today
I inject what looks like semen
Into the pinched inch
Mostly it is painless
But every so often
It stings and burns
Not really sure why,
Feels like a punishment
Ignore this at your peril
Many ignore the diagnoses
I felt physically invincible
Shrugged of the prognosis
A cut and ulcer on my wee toe
Lead to the amputation of a foot
Lead to the amputation above the knee
Led to the amputation of the other leg
Left with phantom pains
And still feeling both limbs
Neuropathic electric shock pains
Are intermittent but make you jump
The same pain affects arms and fingers
The whole thing is like demon torture
There is no real respite available
Short of overdosing on morphine
You are still in pain
But your brain doesn’t register it
I was an ex-boxer
I was a club bouncer
I was a highland warrior
Nicknamed the human forklift truck
A gentle giant unless fucked with
A man, a real man, taking no shit
Family security and protector
An Invincible superhero
No pants over panty hose
In a short time it was all taken away
And replaced by a man I don’t recognise
Half a man, a man of no regard
Pointed at by children and parents
Laughed at by children and parents
Slowly dying inside, too hard to bare
I am a shadow, a past memory
Just a burden to others
Tortured and tormented by
The demon Diabeties
My Condition affects me
Affects everything about me
It’s a condition where folks
All too easily joke and jibe about
Yet it will kill you stone dead
It will reduce you to a torso
It will make a man
Into just half a man
I pinch my stomach
For the second time today
I inject what looks like semen
Into the pinched inch
Mostly it is painless
But every so often
It stings and burns
Not really sure why,
Feels like a punishment
Ignore this at your peril
Many ignore the diagnoses
I felt physically invincible
Shrugged of the prognosis
A cut and ulcer on my wee toe
Lead to the amputation of a foot
Lead to the amputation above the knee
Led to the amputation of the other leg
Left with phantom pains
And still feeling both limbs
Neuropathic electric shock pains
Are intermittent but make you jump
The same pain affects arms and fingers
The whole thing is like demon torture
There is no real respite available
Short of overdosing on morphine
You are still in pain
But your brain doesn’t register it
I was an ex-boxer
I was a club bouncer
I was a highland warrior
Nicknamed the human forklift truck
A gentle giant unless fucked with
A man, a real man, taking no shit
Family security and protector
An Invincible superhero
No pants over panty hose
In a short time it was all taken away
And replaced by a man I don’t recognise
Half a man, a man of no regard
Pointed at by children and parents
Laughed at by children and parents
Slowly dying inside, too hard to bare
I am a shadow, a past memory
Just a burden to others
Tortured and tormented by
The demon Diabeties
Anonymous
There are no words
to explain the pain
of needles
pushing insulin
into a pancreatic brain
or the strain
of spiked sugar levels
spiraling out of control,
A1C, she`s goin` insane
too much sweet`ness
wrapped in a wrapper
of bitter`ness;
no rest for a little girl
yearning for a life
without the diabetic stress
`cause she can`t have this
only a little bit of that
she isn`t counting calories
she counts carbs, nothing fat
when will this sickness end
and who in the fuck
started such a tragic trend?
where one bad move
threatens the end …
beginning with your toes
your legs
kidneys and eyes
they`re finding a cure
but in the meantime
she thinks it`s all a bunch of lies
she cries
then denies
when her sugars are too high
she bypasses insulin
and then pays for it
in the night
Mom. why can`t I be normal?
she will later scream in turmoil;
and sadly,
I do not have an answer
for my daughter, type 2 diabetic
