Stay Safe (Haiku)
Almost knocked over
walking the right arrow way
I think I’ll stay home.
©Carol Robson #Haiku
Tag: health
DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL
DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL
Uncommon sense breaks the frailness;
a mind disorganised, yet still not broken.
Good, light thoughts; evil, dark thoughts,
like bed-fellows – side by side.
A constant battle of wills:
good and evil challenging
like a passionate circling dance –
Tarantellas courting each other.
Your behaviours challenged by desires;
your free will attracts the evil,
your morality fights to transcend this,
your virtues fight for spiritual purity.
In time you fight your final battle,
the final dance of light and dark,
the brightness of your soul
rejecting the deep darkness of your mind.
You’re now here in a good place –
at least, until you’re asked for another dance.
Carol Robson
An Untimely Death by Carol Robson.
An Untimely Death
Older people are easy targets
relying on their pension,
pension day to look forward to
then, start looking forward to the next.
They want you to work until you die
attacked, suffer cutbacks
again and again
those now living in fear
many with various disabilities
now fear their advancing years.
The extra money helps so many,
it isn’t about their luxuries
as they sit in their coats and hats,
scarves, gloves, wrapped in blankets
here in their homes.
Another cold winter shackles them,
confined by disability or age.
Fears for so many,
they will not see another year,
this will be an untimely death.
© Carol Robson 2015
NHS and A&E rant and my poem Lest We Forget by Carol Robson.
We keep hearing on the news about NHS and A&E crisis, no beds available, older people taking beds up because they are perhaps more at risk to seasonable illness (chest infections etc) let’s blame an easy target again.
Older people the media say are tying up beds because care packages are slow in being organised for them at home, so again blame occupational therapists and social services. It doesn’t seem too long ago when the media talked about bed blocking and there were going to be fines for social services department who caused this, ‘bed blocking’. So lets stop demonising old people and people whose job it is to set up care packages….The people who need demonising, that have caused this situation within the NHS, local authority adult social care offices, austerity cutbacks etc, kill off of a few more older people, are this Fucking Government #justsaying #mythoughts
Lest We Forget
This weary darkness of days,
as they trudge their weary limbs
from room to room, in decay.
Devoid of natural light,
loneliness and isolation
coldness of older peoples plight,
lest we forget, their degradation.
©Carol Robson 2014.
I’m Back by Carol Robson
I’M BACK.
A long day
of lesser function.
cloth eared
muffled sounds
running on adrenalin.
Coffee and tablets
the diet of function
working in a cloud,
dysfunctional,
out of sorts
out of place.
Makes the effort
cracks appear
dysfunctional cloud
heavy weather day
wanes to brightness
soul and spirit
shines through,
perseverance,
I’m back.
Copyright: Carol Robson 2014
PIP Implant Scandal, A Mess.
PIP Implant Scandal, A Mess.
PIP implant scandal,
did affect me.
Both were ruptured,
silicon ran free.
My health, fractured,
suffering and pain
which alas,
no one could explain.
Questions asked,
went higher and higher,
then they made you feel,
like a pariah.
It became newsworthy
helping the cause.
PIP campaign women
earned my applause.
Interviews given,
hearing many a story,
hoping they would help
not looking for glory.
Many women, still need advice and aid,
only a little, is coming their way.
Toxic implants as they degrade,
really must, be taken away.
This must never happen again
causing so much pain,
causing so much heartache,
from a company, that was a fake.
PIP implant scandal,
caused so much stress,
so never again,
should we suffer,
such a mess.
©Carol Robson 2014
These were my PIP Implants removed May 2012
My NHS (with video)
My NHS YouTube video
My NHS
I loved my NHS
a child of the early days
growing old with it
but I fear I’m losing it
like me, it is falling apart.
Left on a gurney
no one takes care
my cries unheeded
staff diluted
just like their gravy.
Will I wait for family
just to give me food
to turn me over
to wipe my arse
because there is
no paperwork
to cover this.
I see the day
hospitals in crisis
having their own
‘JustGiving ‘ page
or this ward is sponsored
by Nandos or KFC.
Oh well!
No operation for me.
No treatment for me.
You see
I’m of no value
I’m Sixty Five.
© Carol Robson 2013
Loneliness and Isolation
This is a poem I wrote early last year and seems relevant to this BBC News article on older age loneliness. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-24572231
Loneliness and Isolation
You gazed through your window
watching the world passing by
sadly this was not your world
as you gazed from your void.
Your years so full of family and friends
now seemed such a distant memory
a memory that became far less vivid
only framed memories were your companions.
You didn’t want to bother your family
they didn’t seem to listen, always so busy
just a phone call would have brightened your day
taken you out, have a treat, just a visit, please.
A few hours a week your visitors appeared
a cleaner and a person with your meals
quickly gone with barely a word or smile
again long hours devoid of any other presence.
Hours, days and weeks seemed to merge into one
broken by those fleeting visitors into your prison
a prison with a view to a world that was no longer yours
a life on your own, should never have been endured.
Now family and friends are here for you
talking of bygone days, relived memories
your loneliness and isolation is now over
sadly, it took your passing to bring them here.
© Carol Robson 2012
