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A poetry book published to support the Diabetes Hands Foundation

1-Do you support this idea?
2-Will you participate and put your poems in the book?
3-Manny asked for a volunteer to look for the steps to make the idea possible
4-Do you think poems have to be about any subject not only diabetes
5-Poems& photos or poems only?
6-What title you suggest for the book?

Here is an idea of a book.....just an idea...

Diabetes Forum

As Summer Ends...

Started by Trudy. Last reply by Trudy Nov 17. 2 Replies

Where I'm At.......

Started by photomkr Oct 20, 2013. 0 Replies

MY NEW YEAR begins in the spring...

Started by Trudy. Last reply by Trudy Aug 13, 2013. 2 Replies

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Comment by Bruce 17 hours ago

" A scriptor diabetic A1c hemoglobin ...
quod multipliciter potest esse mensura : roamin ' .
Sed semper velit experiri ...
Ut ' mensus prope IRCA VII .
Quanquam ne Romani quidem "
--- Vestras Napoli , Italiano T1D natus amico in cyberspace ( nuper " metiri " at proxime. VIII ...
( Eyi ! Eyi ! Eyi ! ) ... & Latinorum ( lingua Latina est, id est )…

“A diabetic’s A1c hemoglobin…
can be a measure that’s variably ‘roamin’.
But please always do try…
To be ‘measured’ near ‘bout VII.
Albeit you may not even be Roman!”

---From & composed by your Napoli, Italiano born T1D friend in cyberspace (recently “measured” at approx. VIII…
(Eyi! Eyi! Eyi!)…& Latin Lover (LATIN LANGUAGE, that is!)…

Well “Arrivederci per ora” (“Bye for now”), just “blood-typing” along with you all here in cyberspace & with you in thought & in deed, indeed, I remain;

Cheerio (yes, I’ve resided in Great Britain too)---Bruce.

Comment by merna1999ms on July 22, 2014 at 12:33am

Hey i'm really glad i joined this group i just love poetry

Comment by Trudy on June 27, 2014 at 7:55am

Judith, how can I thank you enough. It is true that poetry is part of me, thanks to my mom and grandpa's "poetry gene"!

Comment by Judith in Portland on June 26, 2014 at 6:56pm

Oh my. Such a beautiful and evocative invocation for summer. Interestingly---I have had Beloved Trudy in my mind on more than one occasion when I was inspired to write. That is part of your essence, Trudy. Thanks to you both. Much needed tonight...xx000

Comment by Trudy on June 26, 2014 at 2:52pm

Ellen, I enjoyed your poem, The Colors of Summer, not only for it's beauty but the meaning it conveys. Thanks so much for thinking of me when you wrote it!

Comment by lotsofshots on June 26, 2014 at 1:06pm

The Colors of Summer


 The sun is white light cascading in amongst the bright clouds.

The sky is a soft pale blue.

The wind softly caresses my very being.

Water gently passes from the very pores of my skin, translucent wetness that feels like mist rising in the bright hot heat.

The soft greens and blues and yellow of the Summer Solstice

And the mystical white heat of the lovely days…

 Summer stretches its lenthly tentacles out before me in the grey soft lines of the summer’s rain.

I swim and I taste the mint green of gentle herbs that grow in my Secret Garden.

How thankful can the human being become?

In the white heat of a soft summer breeze.

I am a witness of the seasons as they proceed through the time of my precious life.

Diabetes means nothing when the sun rises on another summer’s morning.

E. Ng

(for Trudy)

Comment by Trudy on June 1, 2014 at 6:17am

Thanks for the lovely poem and photo, Ellen. I'm always looking for an inspiration, a trigger for a poem. I would never have thought of ironing!

Comment by lotsofshots on June 1, 2014 at 5:59am

Made in Indonesia

SOFT clouds of steam rise up like so much primordial mist.
Soft white fields of blue Cornflowers rise in the heat of Electricity vibrating.
Who created this majestic work of art that lies spread before me in all its pristine glory?
Golden sun rising in the mist.
Blue on white floating , swirling its essence.
In my heart of hearts, souls march through the rising mist like soldiers lining up for battle.
In the rising mist I will challenge the course of action whose vibrations make you a slave to me.

YOU rise in the mist of dawn with aching countenance.
Creating beautiful details that delight my eyes, like the Cornflowers that bend their graceful heads so the grey mist of early dawn
You give your art and life to stitch or sew for my delight.
With ethical dignity you rise in the mist to create lines in the soft pale cloth with which you color my existence.

Ellen Ng, May 28, 2014, While Ironing.

Comment by Archer42 on May 19, 2014 at 1:18pm

Here is a poem I wrote this year for the seventh grade poetry share at my school. For those of you who are curious, it is a pantoum. Enjoy!!!

Everything changed that day
The day that diabetes came into my life
I was terrified but calm
There wasn’t a way out

The day that diabetes came into my life
I was taught to stick needles into my body
There wasn’t a way out
And there still isn’t

I was taught to stick needles into my body
It’s old hat for me now
Because there still isn’t a way out
I don’t just survive; I thrive

It’s old hat for me now
I have made my prison a home
I don’t just survive; I thrive
I am living proof of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”

I have made my prison a home
It is not a prison now
I am living proof of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
Diabetes has not defeated me

It is not a prison now
I have accepted it and I can control it
Diabetes has not defeated me
And it never will

I have accepted it and I can control it
Diabetes does not define me
And it never will
Everything changed that day

Comment by Judith in Portland on December 25, 2013 at 12:14am

Ghosts of Christmas past I: Grand Aunt Hazel

She had a drawer
A magic drawer
We could choose
One gift on Christmas Eve

I have a rattan trunk
It collects treasures all year
Like her drawer
And I send them off to
Far-flung places
For gifts of Christmas Present

Christmas Eve at her cozy home
Leontyne Price singing Ave Maria
Cousin Johnny concocting weird cocktails
Baby Lisa sitting in her Grampa's lap
Tasting rutabagas, mashed, for the first time

And liking them
Only her and my dad…..

And there was a gorgeous midnight service
Candles and folks from the
Minnesota orchestra
Joy and tears
Home and safe
Dad's Grasshoppers
Because they are green

Of Course……

Blessed night to all
From a Presbyterian Atheist…..


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