palsy walsy was a pine
standing in the forest fine
one of a kind, one of a kind
I felt he had a brilliant mind
Christian quote: He who mistreats the most unfortunate among us, mistreats me—Jesus
Cruelty On Parade
He enjoys mocking the severely ill and lame
Cruelty unbridled that's his game
The Good Book he'll tout
"Don't dare call me a lout"
How dare he campaign in the glow of His name
—Robert Gorelick
The fool should hang his head in shame
For mocking those who’re ill or lame
He’ll get just reward
When facing the Lord
It’s simply just a waiting game
—Beryl Edmunds
Stevie, Earth Angel
You were born blind
Eyes that could not see the beauty
Of your own sweet smile
Yet you saw beauty
in the people who loved you
and discerned every intention.
You were born with Cerebral Palsy
You could not speak a word
Could not convey
the kindnesses you thought
Yet you spoke love and trust so loudly
to those who took time to hear you.
The nonsense sounds and utterings
Became sweet music
your family understood.
"I do too Ceeka"
"I love you too Stevie."
Your fragile body, withered and broken,
was unable to move freely...
unable to walk or dance
to the music you held so dear.
Yet in my dreams
you walk to me,
You dance to
majestic angel songs.
I am blessed to have known
your innocent soul...
but heaven is where
you have always belonged.
Beautiful people with scars
Scars that stay, Scars that fade, Scars that scare
Delay as they develop, Develop as they delay
Stars hidden in clouds, rays shinning by faith
Wonderful beauties unveiled
Might sit, might not, might delay
Might walk, might not, might delay
Might see, might not, might delay
Virtuous full of valor
Seeming stiffy, looking floppy
Weak arms, weak legs, clumsy movements
fidgety motions, jerky styles
Carriers of greatness
Uncontrolled movements, Scary seizures
Walking on tip-toes, riding in wheels
Waiting on cells, training muscles
Victorious people
Struggling to Swallow, difficult to Speak
Hard to see, difficult in Learning
Pitied by many, helped by few
Faith heals, hope transforms
Love cheers, Care advances
Beautiful people, strong individuals
Celebral Palsy is no disability
Fallacy and Palsy
May be many errors in Trump's policy,
In them we have often found a fallacy;
A big scare,
And not fair;
Shipping out someone who has palsy.
Jim Horn
This wheelchair
I can't stand to ride
I’m not that naïve
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
I’m more than a burden
I’m more than a strain
More than some smiling face
Smiling at you so plain
And it is not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home
I never see
It may sound absurd
But don’t be naïve
Even with cerebral palsy
I have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed
But once you can see
Even with cerebral palsy
I have a right to dream
And it is not easy to be me
Don’t run away from me
Well it’s all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy or anything
I can stand to ride
I’m not that naïve
Men were not meant
To ride with ground
Between their knees
I’m only a man
Don’t be silly
To perceive me a kid
Taken for granted
On ignorance’s
One way street
Only a man
With a wife and three kids
Looking for smashing things
Inside of me
I’m only a man
With cerebral palsy
I’m only a man
Looking for a dream
I’m only a man
Being honest on this sheet
And it is not easy to be me…
Recalling memories was difficult.
I presume, today was not my day.
Theme uprooted, I stood for the branches,
the spirit, the truth, the roots.
Do I see more than what was needed?
Only eyes to eyes speak without words, sound,
vision or reality.
All the flowers have shed their petals. Now
seeds are shining. I feel liberated. The
faultline has defiled me. Bilingual insult.
Time leaves the questions in air, suspended.
You have to find the answers, yourself, in the
debris of arguments.
Bell’s palsy. Face, lips distorted, lids drooping,
speech slurred, you clog
the brain with help of anti-depressants,
how many endings you have seen?
I have not lit my dark cell,
moonlight, mauls the window,
jostles to enter
hurts in my face!
SATISH VERMA