If I could, I would wish away my handicap Cerebral Palsy makes it hard to perform tasks Normal activities that others take for granted Often present many problems and challenges If I could only make my right side strong Life would be different, and not…

Lucky that cardiac muscle Is involuntary, Otherwise we’d be in trouble. What if we forgot to make it beat? Or just didn’t feel like it today? Like a folded fist Nestled beneath the ribs, The four-chambered life pump Sends oxygen-laden blood through arteries, And retrieves…

There are endless books about the anatomy of the heart but not a one that tells you how to cook it. How to cut out a heart and eat it? A rabbit heart, a deer heart, bison heart, or hey, even a human heart if…

One clear, warm Sunday afternoon, Just after a fresh April shower, Befell on the quarter moon, Pansies and lilies were in full bloom, Producing a tall colorful flower. As I sit on the rickety porch swing, With an ice cold Pepsi in my hand, A…

Stepped into the yard, hello Moon! Waxing 77% of you there on my south lawn. Your triangle of friends to your west and south sparkle their form of sky. Saturn, Mars and Antares, how do you do?

    Imagine writing a book of life, What would your chapters contain? Will it be full of joy or strife, Many unanswered questions remain. Did you accomplish all of those goals, Made by the tender age of twenty five? Maybe one of your books…

The steady beep, beep, beep proves I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. Every time the line peaks rest assured my heart is performing her duty. Blood is traveling, pumping through this vital organ– in and out, in and out. The only question I…

  #PoemNo15 Your heart- j.r.m© 2016 In the palm of my hand I can crush your beating life force. In the palm of my hand I control your blood flow. In the palm of my hand I hold your very life.

I lay on the table Wires pressed into my body I closed my eyes As the technician Uses his wand Pressing into my skin I can hear my heart On his monitor A slushy steady thump He moves his wand around Talking and feeling He…

I’ve lost count Of rhyme and verse and beers And words that rhyme with beer But I’ll fix it all, even if my methods are queer The next will be counted fair And I’ll be more aware