Hello Mr. Sick

Hello Mr. Sick

You remembered me.

You've come back again

To revisit thee.


The first time you came

It was really bad.

Worst time in my life

That I have ever had.


Now you're back

To attack me again

It seems to me

I just can't win.


Have you come this time

For a very short stay

Or have you come this time

To take me away?


Whichever one

You decide to do

Make it quick

I'm tired of you.


So will you leave

Or just hang around

Till I feel better

Or a cure is found?


I'm in a lot of pain

Every night, every day

I pray to God

You go away.


But Cancer, this is what you do.

You hit, hide and then come back.

Compassion for people

You surely lack.


If you decide to stay this time

It might just be the end of me.

If not, go and don't come back

You, I really don't want to see.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was told I had Stage 4 Cancer two years ago. Recent events with my illness have gaven me cause to write this poem.

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My First Cig Puff!

Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
The curvy wavy light smoke in air lingers

I remember my how I first held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity travelled down my core, as I lighted its tip

I looked at the lit cigarette and with pride took my first puff
Smoke dint seem finding space inside and I burst out, it made me cough

That challenged me to attempt once again, this time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment; it was kind of a head rush… at its best!

That whiff of smoke was a game changer, not letting me avoid one puff
Hell! It dint taste good, then why doesn’t puff after puff seem enough?

I was addicted! Seasons didn’t matter, time did no harm
Rushed to a clandestine zone after sensing ‘quench the flame’ alarm!

I am not bad. It’s a compelling force, I cannot shun away
It should just not invite my grave, be my well-wisher and pray!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cigarette smoking is injurious to health

Sonnet #1 - Words to live by

Do stop the things you do at this here time
there's something more important you must do
your thoughts on other matters put behind
your thoughts on any matter you must lose

this simple step you must never forget
to breathe so slow and deep your lungs are filled
the earth's fresh air to enter, you must let
for worry, pain and fear to have been killed

Now go speed up your heart in healthy ways
your body young and fresh is best to keep
do savor every moment of your days
and seldom burden yourself with much sleep

Ben Franklin said these words that you must save
there will be enough sleeping in the grave

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just getting into poetry and decided to try writing my first sonnet. Fun.

Bikram Yoga in December

Rambling away goes the auctioneer,
Inner peace for the highest bidder,
Whips and chairs tame circus lions,
in the sweltering heat of winter...

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Seas of Golden Leaves

The world has filled with seas
composed of golden leaves,
dotting every strident lane
and valleys leading far away.

The air is growing teeth
that gnaw upon the breeze,
but the sun is always strong enough
to chip the ice off of our gloves.

And when we started walking,
it was then that you had caught me;
lost in thought and shaking down
to the beast beneath our once small town.

But it's only just the seasons,
says the doctors we believe in.
We're sure to trust them even if
their vacant stares remain transfixed.

And so the fall descends upon
the poor house and the pantheon,
enveloping them all in grays
with tattered streaks of charcoal base.

I'll make my progress 'til the cold
can force me to contain and hold
my arms across my heavy chest,
scratching throat with every breath.

Then I'll still and liquify,
or rather I shall multiply
my inner self and inner wealth
and lack of truest sense of self.

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Chanting Birds: Flowing Fountains



Ugonna Wachuku 



Show me the land and soul of your
dreams. Show me landscapes and
beauty in your heart. Show me new
moons and new planets. Show me
streams and rivers where lofty
life-giving water abides.


Show me scars of the loving
Lamb of Calvary: Tell me there
is love in your heart. Tell me
you do not smile and pretend to
love when you see me. Tell me
you remember me when I am not
in your presence. Tell me you
are not a hypocrite. Tell me
your love is real and abiding.


Tell me you are not a back-bitter.
Tell me why you should be called
human. Tell me your are not wicked.
Let me know that you want me to
live, breath and survive this
journey through life.


Let me know that you respect the
colour of my skin because I have
respected yours from beckoning
beginings of time. Tell me, you
will always be there for me;
even when dark clouds gather
for storm.


Tell me that my life is worthy
to you. Let me know why you do
not see my humane worth and
dignity of the spirit. Let me
embrace your caring spring and


For once, let me see you smile.
There is no bill to pay. IRS
won't be on your neck howling.
Then, let me know your wish:


Let me be there for you. Let me
calmly take you to my beautiful
meadow land where chanting birds
give hope and peace for life -
My meadow land of the living
where chanting birds give
loving voice to fresh
flowing fountains and
creative meadow lands
for love and charming
cherishment amongst


Then, let these flowing
fountains and chanting
birds light up your day