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Things I would have missed

I had 2 other poems I WAS going to recite today,  but then I had this idea yesterday, for another ode,  which  ended up being 18 verses long, so thought I'd  read it out instead. Save the others for next time. THINGS I WOULD HAVE MISSED Was born at home in January, Though, due to being "mad" (I was born "foaming at the mouth) 'Twas Ep'lepsy, I had. So I, to hospital, was rushed, And there, I did remain With mum, 'til I was stabilized Few weeks, then home again. That was the only Grand Mal fit  That ever have, I would, Though aft' first sev'n year life cycle, Returned, in milder mood. When I was still an infant Under  parental care, Some surgery had been offered. To treat that ailment there. My mother had a cousin In nursing field, she'd trained Asked her advice about it, From her knowledge, mum gained. She did advise against it, Mother, informed, by she, "Better Colin being the smart boy, Than handicapped, be he." On average, every f...
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If my body was a car

  If my body was a car, I would ensure it could go far, Would treat it well and daily feed, If ever needed, - engine bleed. I wouldn't leave it out of food, For that is needed, to work good, Would take it for a shower or two, Loves to be clean, like me and you. I'd show it off  to fam'ly, friend, Might ev'n drive THEM, ("around the bend") In country, town land, hill and vale, And trust the engine would not fail. I'd take it, periodically, To a car doctor, him to see If it was being treated nice, To be left out, in snow and ice. It would be fully 'ppreciated, With proper fuel, keep it fed, To parking lot, I'd let it stay With similar company, part of day.
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Lasting Scars

When children, they are being raised, Instructions, "life", must learn, Some, they catch on quickly, though Each one's a different bairn. The one in question, (fictional), A 'tomboy' rough, was he, ALWAYS into trouble, With others, couldn't agree. Aft punishing 'wrongdoings' The father told the son To hammer spike into a tree For each and every one  Whene'er atonement offered And it was well received, The son, told "Remove the spike", That's all 'twas, he believed. However, MANY years that passed And numerous spikes been used, The tree it had to be cut down, His 'lesson', soon infused. The bark of tree was stripped away To son's embarrassment, The spike SCARS, STILL were noticed Ev'n aft. those years were spent. The father, calm, reflective, His lesson, had been shown. That deeds, which cannot be undone,  Leave scars, to you, unknown.
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VALENTINES

    Saint Valentine, the saint for love,     Bestows "amour" like peaceful dove,     All hatred, for one day, dispel,    Upon the mountains, in the dell.      Around mid month, of February,      A day does come around,      When LOVE abounds exceedingly,       Romance can aye, be found.      When lovers' feelings, do not hide,      Their boldness, power receive,      Saint Valentine tries to unite      Those who, on him believe.       The French, they say it is "amour"       When feelings, strong, display,       To  'nother, with whom there's a bond,       This is that special day.       And so those feelings are now sent,       With loving passion too,       My love abounds, the passion strong,       And s...
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"Let her go"

The hardest, yet most kindest words I've ever had to say, Will live with me 'til my last breath, Remember well, that day. My mother, on hospital bed, Few years since widowed was, Each day, did make a visit, I did it, just because. I had been with her earlier, In fine form she did sound, So glad I returned later on, In writhing pain, was found. Angina, did her, trouble, Few heart attacks, had she, Admitted in to hospital Remaining hours, would see. She 'rrested in her ward, there, Resuscitation, tried, Alas, it was not working well, That moment, mother died. The nursing staff advised me, "We could do this all night" I had to tell them, "let her go" She'd given up the fight. She sensed that she was "going", A diary, had she, kept, Whene'er I read last entry, My watered eyes, they wept. Returning to her homestead, Her diary, there, open, Last entry had me teary eyed, "These two, will get all,.......soon."
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My Parents

                 I oft recall my parents,             Who dwell in Heaven above,           Remember well, with fondness,           When here, they showed such love.               The care that they bestowed upon                 ALL of their children, six,           As tradesman, dad worked wonders,                 A problem? - he'd soon fix.                Out early, in the morning,                  Returning just 'fore bed,                And while exhausted, he was,                  Complaints, were never said.             ...
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" 'ello dad"

 When on a cruising holiday  'Round Carribean isles,  There was a young crew member  Who aye brought me to smiles.  From London, England, came he,  His accent, still as strong, So when he heard MY accent, He knew we did belong. He then adopted me, and told All passengers and crew Whenever we were nearby "That's my dad", although most knew That age difference between us Was impossibility For one, just few years younger, That relationship could be. Howe'er I played along with him, Verb'lly chastised, was he, "Behave yourself" I'd tell him, "Or  you'll go o'er my knee". Each time, with every greeting, Those twelve days aboard ship, Sure highlighted vacation  With his most friendly quip.
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Mighty Rushing Waters

The water gushes endlessly, The tap must be on, full, To send this water rushing forth, E'er fresh and ever cool. And yet this force, which is so great, Can have a greater flow, When temperatures reach high degrees It moves, this H 2 0 For this is but a trickle small, Of what can be achieved, For in full flow, it really is A sight to be perceived. Watch water flow, from underneath, Or from the sky above, Whate'er the way, one thing I know, You're sure to fall in love. Apparel warm is needed there, Show only eyes and nose, That frigid atmosphere ensures Nothing will decompose. The stalactitic icicles, Suspended everywhere, But there's a freshness all around, In that crisp winter's air. It was a cold and chilly morn, At 'thirty two, below', But this is such an awesome place, Niagara Falls, in snow.
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Tropical Fish Tank

 In '82, Barbados,  The Carribean sea, A chance for scuba diving, Had been offered to me. First day, - suit and tanks were donned We walked into the sea, Kept walking, then instructor signed To rise, sea level, be. Could not believe how far we'd gone, In such short span of time, Back down in ocean, swam to shore, T'was experience, sublime Next step was getting in a boat, Quite far from shore line, sail, Instructed "Sit on side of boat, Then backwards t'ocean, flail. I thought, 'I'll watch the first one go, Then I would do the same,' However, chosen first, was I, My bearings, quickly came. 'tappeared that I had shrunk in size,  In tropical fish tank swam, The  panoramic view, serene, The ocean, oh so calm. An experience unmissable, With mem'ries lasting long, 'twas wonderful to view the scene Where shoals of fish, belong.
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Ward 40

 When in the hosp'tal '91,  Major brain surgery,  Small wards they had, same gender,  Another five and me.  Each morning, 'observation check's  The nurse would, question, ask,  "Mr. Ross, d'you know where you are?"  It was a daily task   Ward 39, was where I lay,  Across the corridor,  In ward 40, were females, six,  Each morning, would implore.   Whene'er, each morn, the question asked,  A fun game, I would play,  "I'm in ward 39, though I  Want to be in 'forty'.  Coming out of anesthesia   After my surgery,  Th'observation question,asked,  To check my memory. "Mr. Ross, d'you know where you are?"  My usual response given,  "You're actually in th'recovery ward"  My memory safe, was proven.
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