Poetry by Bill

STRESS AND STRAIN.
We’ve all been through some stress and strainand convalesced from chronic pain.It’s all grist to the mill for mebecause I’ve got an ostomy.
At first there’s stress before the opit’s then the worst if pain won’t stop.And maybe it was never saidsometimes I wished that I were dead.
There’s always something in my mindtelling me that l ...

BEAUTY.
Beauty comes in many formswith very few, if any norms.What may seem beautiful one day may change if viewed another way.
Some see the human form as such but I don’t like them very much.Their surface beauty may seem strong but underneath it seems all wrong.
Their beauty is a masked charade concealed behind a fake façade.Where there’s no substance it turns badthe bea ...

SING A SONG OF SADNESS.&
I sing a song of sadnessMy heart is full of sighsMy head is full of questionsAnd these are mostly whys.
Why, oh why, oh why am ISo choked with melancholyThere must be many reasons whyI never quite feel jolly.
I sing my song of sadnessThere’s blues in every line.It’s bordering on madness.It’s with me all the time.
I sing a song of sadness.I sing it ...

DO WHAT? ( 3.narcissistic achievement)

There are some people who believe
that when they do things to achieve
it does not matter what they do
as long as to their goals they’re true.

Hence, many things that they get done
means you and me and everyone
become the victims of their aims,
their selfishness and devious games.

These people tend to be unkind
because the aims they have in min ...

THE COST TO ME.
I want to know the cost to mehaving to have an ostomy.This isn’t just financial costbut all the things I must have lost.
The money’s not so wrong I guessif you are on the NHS.For then you get your stuff for freeat least that’s how it is for me.
But when you’re in the USAthen by jove you have to pay.With many other countries toothe cost can be quite hi ...

CHANGING MY BAG.

Once I had the biggest bag
The biggest ever seen.
It would make my belly sag.
And my whole body lean.

As that bag began to fill.
It seemed to weigh a ton.
At times it made me feel so ill.
I’d want a different one.

This monstrous bag just had to go.
For I could stand no more.
I shopped around so I could know.
What else they had in store. ...

ANGER AND STOMA.
When I first had an ostomy an anger burst came over me.there’s nothing I could do anewas something in that anger grew.
Like the spores of any fungusanger’s always there among us.When once it shows and starts to growit has an exponential flow.
It waits until the climate’s rightthen strikes at us with all it’s might.So on the whole it takes its tolland ...

I FEEL THERE ARE SOME GREAT ADDITIONAL ADVANTAGES TO CONTRIBUTING TO A SITE LIKE MAO, which may not be immediately apparent in the daily correspondence relating directly to stoma issues.
As a writer and a rhymist the good people on here have prompted me to capture so many concepts in verse and I am so grateful for your ideas and motivation to do so. Sometimes, it is difficult to foresee where ...

HOW ARE YOU? – (BRIEF RESPONSES.)

What do you say? What do you do?
When someone questions “How are you?”
Do you tell the truth or lie?
Or do you simply ask them “Why?”

When people ask you how you are.
They push the verbal door ajar.
But most will not invite you in.
So explanations can’t begin.

I feel this question, when it’s ...

‘FALLING’ IN LOVE.

I don’t want to ‘FALL’ in love.
For falling I have found.
Feels fine whilst you can float above.
But not when you hit the ground.

To fall’s to lose your self-control.
In only one direction.
Consuming body, mind and soul.
With almost no protection.

I’ve been there once or twice before.
And felt both thrill an ...

DIARRHOEA.
Do not expect an epopoeia (epic poem) to emerge from diarrhoea, for though I’ll try to do my best this one will put me to the test.
This is a difficult concept, which I think we must just accept is not the nicest in the landfor anyone to understand.
Sometimes called the Delhi-bellyit can be both vile and smelly,then again, it’s called the squits,but most of us just ...

FEAR FOR OSTOMATES.
When once the seeds of fear are sown.then they are fed by the unknown. Undoubtedly our fears will growfrom out of things we do not know.
It’s likely we’ll anticipateunpleasant outcomes as our fate.For even when things do go righta stoma then becomes our plight.
Us ostomates have for so longwitnessed so many things go wrong.It’s harder to stay positiveif ...

The first thing I need to do is to thank all you good people for your thoughts and well wishes during my period of discomfort. I realise that having a heart attack and a triple bypass has little or nothing to do with stomas and, for this reason, I have been a little reluctant to be posting on here recently. Unfortunately, my body has been under great pressure and mind has been so filled with ...

THANK YOU STOMA.

There’s lots to thank my stoma for
if I ignore things I abhor.
Believe me, it improved my life
relieving me from former strife.

It diminished consternation
right alongside constipation.
It cut out all my rotten gut
and rectified my prolapsed butt.

It freed me from incontinence
that had come to prominence.
It took away my chronic pain
so I could live my ...

DODGE SHITTY.

Sometimes it takes a lot to dodge
the awful smell and slimy splodge
of output from a stoma where
one’s bag has gone beyond repair.

It has been known for bags to leak,
which makes the victim take a peek
into a world of smell and slime
that doesn’t happen all the time.

But when it does, it’s hard to think
whilst struggling with the mess and stink,
trying hard to gain co ...