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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Tough Going

I'm not sure how many of you know Tad has been going through chemo and radiation for throat cancer. This is his week for a prompt, and although he wants to stay in the rotation, he said that it's "still tough going." So I asked him if we could just use "tough going" for a prompt. So, that's it for this week. Tough going.

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  1. this is an old poem. got a new one, but it might not survive the burning.

    FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND

    feel like a trespasser in this ancient church
    waving stained glass shadows from a tree of birch
    many black suite retrieved from mothballs
    after frantic cell phone calls

    brian died at the age of thirty eight
    now just a plot of land to concecrate
    for that which death hath torn asunder
    i watched them lower him six feet under
    in to his grave i tossed a flower
    while watching his mom, like a crumbling tower

    barbara thinking " no parent should have to outlive their kids "
    and watch strangers closing coffin lids
    i got hammered and said a few words at the wake
    all i could really think was " he was only thirty eight, for goodness sake! "
    aren't there more deserving cases for mistress death to take?

    tough going indeed. take care tad.

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    1. tried a second poem earlier and it didn't post. one more go. an old gotpoetry poem, that some might remember.

      TOUGH GUYS WASH THE DISHES
      tough guys save bio diversity
      tough guys don't bother with university
      tough guys can take a kick in the head
      tough guys are friends of the dead
      tough guys protect kids
      tough guys are scared of arachnids
      tough guys know how to give coppers the stare
      tough guys ( without their girlfriends help ) know how to buy their underwear
      tough guys just want what is fair
      tough guys know that circles are square.

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    2. Wow. Powerful poem! And made me realize I have one I could post also.

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    3. The comment was for your original poem. Not as fond of this one, but it's cute.

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    4. as Victoria said this is a powerful write. dark images of pain that come out so vividly with your words.

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    5. The Funeral poem was superb. The second one so so. However, it did sort of follow the prompt.

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    6. oh, the first one was the serious poem. the second one was just a bit of ironic fluff victoria. funny hopefully - gangster tough - paul.

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    7. thanks bonita. had trouble getting comments posted today. hope this works - tough guys go to the library - paul.

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    8. thanks tash. just thought, i'd follow the funeral poem with something light. in the city all day - tough guys go to the quiche shop - paul.

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    9. The funeral poem reminded me of losing Arlene. She was only 36. I also thought that a mother shouldn't have to bury a child. Your poem was very powerful, sensitive and deep.

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    10. Paul F. I really enjoyed both of your poems. The funeral one was very sad and the tough guy one pretty unique.

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    11. sorry if the funeral poem upset you about arlene wolfie. when i was in my twenties and thirties, i went to nothing but weddings and christanings. but now i go to nothing but funerals. sorry it's such a downer - love and peace - paul

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    12. thanks paul b. tough guys buy girls flowers and wait for hours - paul.

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  2. CHERYL'S MAIN MAN

    I learned to drink blackberry brandy
    the day after Ray Bell put one
    bullet through his skull. It was
    Cheryl's favorite drink, and though he
    was my occasional lover,
    Ray Bell was Cheryl's main man.
    We tossed shots, talked about Ray and laughed.

    See, Ray didn't think we knew about
    each other but we did. We did
    not know that Ray would bleed all
    over Cheryl's living room. He was
    always making messes, Cheryl
    said. Then she cried because she
    could never tell him to clean it up.

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    1. Oh My!!!Sad poem and vivid. BTW Would have enjoyed a comment from you on my last poem...

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    2. i'm sorry victoria. i'm sure many people will say that they know how you feel, but i do. the love of my life died in my arms....never really got over it. never will - love and peace - paul.

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    3. I remember that day quite vividly. It was the first time I ever had blackberry brandy, too. I hung with you two all day. We got her out of work and partied with her...your poem depicts the moment very well.

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    4. Victoria, this is a very sad poem. You write from your heart. I enjoyed it very much.

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    5. Linda, Remember sitting in Red Barn parking lot discussing whether we should go in and make her go home, but when we went in, she wasn't work but just sitting in the back crying. Yes, we needed to get her out of there.

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  3. still makes my heart hurt after all these years. do you still have that picture i took of him in Linda's kitchen shortly before he shot himself? another powerfully sad write.

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  4. Cancer couldn't take me down
    I fight with everything I have
    it may take my life but not my spirit

    Chronic kidney disease I defeated
    no dialysis for me I will not give in
    it may take my life but not my spirit

    but two swollen fingers have shut me down!
    gout has won where tougher diseases could not
    it has taken my spirit ... for now

    doing every day things now are a chore
    dishes remain undone - dust builds up
    my painful fingers will not respond

    yes I have met my match with this disease
    and have to admit that at least for now
    it's truly tough going

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    1. This won't take you down either!! Are you taking anything for it? Good poem too, though I wish you'd have continued your repetition. I think it worked.

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    2. seeing the doctor this afternoon - after the Y of course, I wanted to continue the repetition but couldn't figure out how, need to work more on this one

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    3. Good poem in progress, nevertheless. Good luck with the gout. It is so painful, and a form or arthritis, as I understand it, so a diet low in inflammatory substances may help also, like no dairy and less meat, sugar and wheat,wishing you well, soon!

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    4. grit your teeth and dig in bonita. this stuff can't beat us. my lungs are screwed. i'll grow gills and live like a fish. i already drink like one ha ha. let the dishes and dust build up. it wont harm you - love - paul.

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    5. I didn't know you had gout. Rich had the gout and they cured it somehow. You can defeat this! Great poem!

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    6. Bonnie, I have heard that the gout is very painful. You will win over this disease, also. Dishes and dust can wait. Just take it easy. I enjoyed your poem very much!

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    7. Tasha I don't eat red meat nor a lot of sugar and it's not enough dairy that can cause gout but in my case it's my chronic kidney disease that is the culprit. my diet changed long ago between the cancer and the chronic kidney disease.

      they don't cure it but they have a drug that i am taking that can get rid of it for now... like a cold lol. it lasts 10 days with our without meds. :-)

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    8. and before you think the CKD was because of my diet or lack of exercise let me put that to rest. I have always been active and didn't use salt etc... it is due to a drug called methotrexate that I was given to 'cure' my sarcoidosis. Instead it put me into heart failure, respiratory and renal failure. Over time with diet and exercise I have managed to get my lung capacity up to 70% and get my renal functions from 20% to 30% out of the danger zone but not great. So I do not give up nor do I quit I just can't believe that after all I have been through these past 3 years that two painful fingers could put me on the sideline! lmbo!

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    9. Sorry for your troubles and hopng for beter days for you soon.

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  5. Tough Going On


    Sometimes we live in a flux of change
    with unknown factors we can't arrange
    It's really hard to forge ahead when it's so dark
    But, we have to be that tree with armor like bark

    Going through these tough times isn't very easy
    So many things uncertain except our rulers being sleazy
    We must band together to make it through this life
    To prop each other up and overcome the strife

    It's really hard enough with the factions all divided
    to deal with our own issues in a balance undecided
    Which way will the scales tip in this matter of import
    Tough going is coming and we'll have to build our fort

    The elements we endure are not insurmountable
    we must try hard and hold ourselves accountable
    To overcome is a tall order my common human friends
    if we achieve our goals with grace as a means to our ends



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    1. Excellent poem. You did a great job with the prompt! We do indeed live in tough times.

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    2. I love this and it is so true. Seeing students rise up now reminds me so much of when I was in high school and we were protesting the Vietnam War.

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    3. good write! really enjoyed this one... the rhythm and the rhyme work and don't feel forced but flow nicely as one reads.

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    4. we always seem to be going through tough times nowadays paul. whatever happened to the good times we were promised. all that " vote for me and everything will be lovely " crap and such - paul.

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  6. the little tiny lad was two
    when Anja found him staggering
    naked through the alleys of Nigeria

    "witch" they called him
    abandoned by his family
    unwanted by anyone

    finding scraps to eat
    worms had found a home
    in his bowels

    belly distended in starvation
    it was tough going
    until Anja found him

    gave him help, food
    clothed his bare body
    out of love

    she started a home for other "witches"
    a safe haven
    for abandoned children in Nigeria...

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    1. It's so sad that people are so backward in these progressive times. How could parents be so cold as to abandon a 2 year old child to the streets. I enjoyed this poem very much.

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    2. Wow. That's a quite a story. Is it based on fact?

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    3. yes it is based on a story I read on Facebook. Picture included. It's on my page.

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    4. what a beautiful heart this woman has and you expressed it wonderfully.

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    5. Beautiful tale beautifully told.

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    6. i like witches......i know plenty of them. good and bad.

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  7. Zen Bones

    Zen bones tough to chew
    bring light eventually
    unless you give up
    and spit them out.

    Gnawing brings knowing.



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    1. they are tough old bones tash. watch you don't break a tooth - zen and skywalking - paul.

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    2. Thanks, Dear One, and may the Force be with you.

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    3. LOL. A different take on the prompt. I like it. Tough to talk with your mouth full too.

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    4. finding enlightenment does give some tough ideals to chew on. interesting write.

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    5. Thanks to one and all. Appreciate the kind words.

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  8. Been chewing on Zan bones for a number of years, they don't get any less tough but they do produce results.

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