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                                                       by Jacquline Munro

                                   

                Poem of the day 

Roller Coaster Disaster

By Jacquline Munro

Have you ever been

On a roller coaster

In your dream

When the ride starts

The world around you glistens

Refreshing and clean

Fun and happiness

Engulfs your emotional esteem

But wait the ride

Has not started

The world

Has suddenly become darker

A crumbling emotional reality

Hits you harder

No stopping this roller coaster master

No stopping the next emotional

Or disappointing disasters

A Catastrophe outrageous moment encounters you

Stampedes demolishing humanity

Like a selective transformer

Picking out those

Who will be incriminated

By the roller coaster master

Then the sharp turn

Slows down the ride a glimmer of light

Comes into sight

For a short while

Before a shadow

Of colluding confusion

Hits the roller coaster ride

Near the end

I will count to ten

And hope this

Roller coaster nightmares ends

                Poem of the day

Liberated

By Jacquline Munro

Today I feel quite liberated

Invigorated

Captivated

By my new appearance

My body’s less enhancement

Of one breast less

My body feels enchanted

By the beauty of its disfigurement

Enveloped like a little package

Compared to the right breast enlargement

But I want you to understand

I feel liberated

Fascinated

Rejuvenated

When dressed

At the appearance of my contour

One big one small

Not understanding the excitement

A moment in time

that my inner feeling enjoys

The endurance of cancers complex eccentricity

Is like a relationship with uncertainty’s

Even though I await

The results

If I am cancer free

I still feel liberated

Controlled and embracing

My new body

I am happy free

A somebody

                  Not a nobody         

                                                                    Poem of the day

One breast less

By Jacquline Munro

The operation has been performed

Something that in a life time

You will never think will happen to

One or more

After being marked up and prodded

The hardest thing was the pain block

Expertly placed and pushed into my back

Was the only time I bawled

I wanted to leave run away

Crawl out of the theatre

By the side door

Was my decision right

To remove my left breast tonight

The anaesthetist took over

The last and the first to be seen

And I was wheeled onto the ward

Not knowing what

The morning will bring

When I touched my left breast

Which was my best

When breastfeeding it was

The pudding breast flavours

She caressed

But today I am frightened

To look at it

As there is nothing there

Examination from the surgeons

Delighted with their works

Inflation to start in January

I have got over the worst

Lots of pain

But controlled by a switch

So I will rest

That is my ordeal

                                                         Of the removal of my left breast       

     
                     Poem of the day

Lost memory

 

By Jacquline Munro

 

Have you ever lost your memory

And don’t know where you are

Don’t remember your address

The name of your street

If the walls were brick

Or concrete

Have you ever looked

Around you

And think why am I here

What am I meant to be doing

What am I meant to be saying

My mind is betraying

My memory is fading

Struggling

Diminishing

Demolishing

This new feeling is amazing

Frustrating

Soul searching of who I am

Am meant to be

Now not then

Have you ever tried to have a thought

The thought is empty

The emptiness is compressed

But I don’t feel like a mess

I don’t feel I should contest

Or protest

With my lost memory

It’s like holding

Onto sugar

In a hot tub of mucus

Which is useless

Have you ever lost your memory

I have

Maybe it’s time to move on

                   New century Slave Trade Style

By Jacquline Munro

When I watch the news

Of the Libyan slaves

Tied up

Positioned in the same way

That our ancestors displayed

Fear so deep their eyes portray

The wickedness and evil

Monstrosity acts so vile

Such native style

Surely who would want to survive

Surely they are kept barely alive

For entertainment purposes

Demon men

Who prowl with pride

To capture and display

Our African brothers

Subjected to acts

Beyond the human eye

Subjected to punishment

So gross

An invisible river of fear

Swallowing

Drowning

Life’s expectations

No hope to be rescued

No hope to be detected

No scope to see beyond

The painful journey

Of this new century slave trade style

             

Poem of the day

A minute or two

By Jacquline Munro

Let me just take a minute or two

Maybe to reflect

The things I’m going through

Yes let me stop and breath

Take in the motions that are real

Understand the complexity

Over-stand the simplicity

Of the spiritual side of me

Appreciating without debating

Why or how this could

Should

Or maybe why me

Not analysing life’s tragedy

As it is what it is

And I will still praise

The almighty who always forgives

Let me take out a minute or two

To appreciate who I am

As the I am

Is forgotten wrapped up in life’s monstrosity

which blocks the universal outreach

To hear the heart beat

To hear the breath we take

To hear the silence when the morning breaks

To hear the inner me

Not the radio

Not the television

Not the mobile phone

Distraction which is so judgementally appeased 

Meaning nothing

To my inner home

Which we can only touch base

When we are on our own

Let me take a minute or two

And give thanks and praise

          To the real me