Recent Reviews for Sharon Lawson
One Last Favour (Short Story) - 10/3/2007 3:55:10 AM|
I am amused and horrifed! I knew there were dark things lurking beneath that petite exterior, they have found voice ;)
Its been my experience that a writers first full outing will always reflect a personal experience or wish and I am glad not to be on the wrong side of you girl - to be sure!
A good size read, impressive amount of terminology used, 'good to gore' morsels of surgical spirit to go with the dark good humour.
I am very happy that you have 'tapped this vein' and hope to see 'Sharon Lawson's Surgery' as a collection of evil evil tales to whet the appetitie of even the most hardened of sick freaks.
I wish you the very best Shazbot.
You deserve it.
One Last Favour (Short Story) - 9/22/2007 4:54:26 PM
SHORT STORY...? WOW...I find it along the lives of Stephen King...best to your dad...Ed
One Last Favour (Short Story) - 9/22/2007 3:02:10 PM
As her pater I am familiar with the events that inspired this real horror show - really I am - 'good to see you happy. 'I thank you Dad.' 'And just to show how happy I am, I'm going to give you that five hundred quid...' 'Aw no, I had you by the throat...well thank you Dad.'
Felix's advice is sound.
I look forward to the next epic on the wing - dahn tahn!
One Last Favour (Short Story) - 9/22/2007 1:34:28 PM
Very well done...Lovecraft, Hitchcock, Steven King and now Sharon Lawson. Great write with lots of knowledge behind the story. Only suggestion might be if posting here next time try and break down into smaller segments for ease of reading on line.
Other than that great stuff.
One Last Favour (Short Story) - 9/22/2007 8:02:29 AM
Couldn't put it down had to see what happened next. Good twist and well written. Will there be another? I hope so
Nothing Hurts (Article) - 3/20/2007 5:40:52 AM
One of my all time favourite bands -you minx.
The cd single version of a rather watery 'Mulder & Scully' is excellant.
'Strange Glue' - could describe many of my relationships.
'Dead from the waist down' - could describe my first ever sexual encounter.
God bless Miss Matthews.
Nothing Hurts (Article) - 3/19/2007 3:41:14 PM
Nothing Hurts (Article) - 3/18/2007 6:14:02 PM
As I sit here and read this with a headache pounding in my head, I have to say I hear ya, young lady! Definitely not to the extent that you have pain and problems, but we all, as you have alluded to, have our problems, both physical and emotional. If I can live through mine, dear girl, so to can you...it may take some fighting, but we will survive...Find Peace in the Write...Ed & Rufuz (w00f)
Nothing Hurts (Article) - 3/18/2007 12:27:44 PM
This touches at the realism of depression and the truth is what it is. We can no more control our own mental state when full depression is upon us then we can control our bladders when we need to pee. We need those hands reaching out to us and we need to be able to take them. When we do finally once again break through into the sunshine we can only move forward and not look back. Great write here and thank you for sharing for some that read this I have no doubt will take hope from your message.
Nothing Hurts (Article) - 3/18/2007 11:39:01 AM
I can understand how you interpreted the words. How thankful your mum and dad must be that you were able to overcome your deep dark thoughts. You seem to have a wonderful relationship with your dad something I'm sure a lot of dad's wish they had. I hope your thoughts are brighter now.
Nothing Hurts (Article) - 3/18/2007 11:08:44 AM
Thanks for sharing your deepest thoughts!!
Keep the faith dear one!!
Nothing Hurts (Article) - 3/18/2007 10:34:29 AM
Physically, you stopped climbing the mountains and descending into the sprawling valleys looking for adventure. After the 'event', cerebrally, you found yourself not only descending, but for a while, plummetting into the deepest, ragged edged ravines. I could not reach you as a protective father should,no matter how outstretched my hand was, nor could your mother's tears balm the hurt in your soul, the drop was just too deep for us to reach. Your plight needed a stronger presence: the will to live, and God.
Rediscovering this will re-charged your strength, your faith in God, and with the love of the special man that God set aside for you, you dragged yourself out from the miry depths. You made it!
Even the hamster jumped for joy!
Sing a new song, now.
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 8/24/2008 8:06:59 AM
The essential themes in life! ;-)
Makes me smile, thank you for the gift!
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/15/2008 8:40:06 PM
LOLOL!! This was fun!!
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/13/2008 12:24:00 PM
What an imgination and I love how you did this with its own little agenda the poem offers quite a lesson. Well done Sharon.
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/12/2008 3:08:00 AM
Very imaginative writing. I hear there's a detergent to mix all colors and fabrics today. It's called, "Cold Water U-All." Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/11/2008 10:28:13 PM
Humorous indeed, nice spin, yet I detect a twinge of truth, nicely done....
Be always safe,
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/11/2008 4:32:56 PM
Very funny young lady...it is funny what humor we can find from everyday things...Peace, Ed & Rufuz
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/11/2008 3:59:38 PM
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/11/2008 8:43:14 AM
And WE get hung out to dry - sad - cleverly penned -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/11/2008 8:31:43 AM
Very clever. What an observation you've made of the country while looking at your washing machine.
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/11/2008 6:54:19 AM
Seen through the circular lens of the humble washing machine, the biogenetic field is not such a level playing field after all.
Okay you Chardonnay sipping, manipulative social engineers, choose your -ism at Judge Parker's connvenience:'diversity' (just a word not an -ism), 'multiculturalism,' ' equality,' (how quaint) 'egalitarinism,' (ah, memories) - Which will it be?
Washing Machine Politics (Poetry) - 6/11/2008 5:30:43 AM
And it's been so clear all along...
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 7/15/2007 5:43:46 AM
Fantastic metaphore, and my highest compliment to you......
WISH I WROTE THIS!!! lol pax A
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 5/11/2007 4:22:37 AM
Along with the Madona Super Deluxe Kitchen Suite,and the thermos flask, I regard the cheese grater as the most fabulous object in the world. It is uniquely designed with a highly sophistocated defence mechanism. Its main enemy is the predatorial dish towel. See how the grater turns its rough metalically shielded back on the towel's fruitless attacks. In an instant the grater has its hapless threads trapped within its jagged teeth. It can move niether to the left or to the right - 'some mushhead!' (Diana Dors also springs to mind here but I will resist).
Yea verilly, the grater is a most cunning creature, shredding everything in its path. No cheese from the majestic Wenslydale to the humble cheddar dare challenge its supremacy.
A wonderful homage
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/16/2007 9:40:44 PM
cute and clever poem ...
next time use the cheap towels ;) of just air dry the sucker ...
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/16/2007 9:56:14 AM
Good question...but we cannot go without it huh!!
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/16/2007 5:08:56 AM
Much Cheese for Thought Here! And now, I'll be thinking about this epic question for some time.
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 10:39:33 PM
Cute, I have one of those and they can be a royal pain to both clean and dry.
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 9:59:48 PM
Right ON!!!!! Evil little things, ain't they? Been many the bane of fingers and towels, alike. :) Well done, Sharon.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 5:34:58 PM
A well written piece...wishing you well...
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 3:06:34 PM
Good humour girl you have done it again with this witty ode to the cheese grater...my solution...I now buy the pregrated cheese. LOL
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 2:27:38 PM
Love your humour and totally agree why can we never dry our cheese graters????????????
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 2:01:18 PM
How about drying it with a fan,
Course I've not got one, being a single man...ed
Man's Greatest Challenge (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 1:59:43 PM
LOLOL, And the cleaning sponge gets torn to shreds.
I really love your Brit wit, or Gaelic, seeing it reminds me of dear ole Spike..BTW on radio seven, worth recording on the re-listen, 3 hrs of Spike..
Nothing is greater than the cheese grater, it grates anything from a shirt to a tater..Have a fabo hol, and buy them genuine $2 Rolex's, my last one lasted till I put it on....x
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/15/2007 11:14:42 AM
A fine analogy replete with symbolism. Well done, Sharon. Love and peace to you,
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 7:55:15 PM
Love the picture! Such vivid imagery, loved it.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 11:14:18 AM
Excellent....such vivid imagery!!
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 11:04:43 AM
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 10:57:58 AM
How much will ya take for that thing...? ;) ed
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 10:36:39 AM
A very unigue and interesting analogy that does make perfect sense as each line you unfold tells a little more of your perspective. Well done.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 10:31:13 AM
what a profound write my friend...amazing where we find our inspiration. Enjoyed this very much...a trip down memory lane as well, I recall all of our clothes drying by the sun and wind, I still hang some things on the line in the summer....love to hang out my towels and sheets after rinsing in downy...great thought provoking write as well a great memory.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 8:21:01 AM
It amazes me how small the world really is because the clothesline story is the world. We are all hung out to dry, to fry in the heat and rejoice when taken out of the wind. Oh, how I remember the clothesline blues and secretly wish times could be so simple...but then again...I like airconditioned comfort and not seeing clothes frozen solid as a board in winter. Good write and thanks for the memories.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 6:38:05 AM
WOW! Inspiration truly comes from many places, and this is quite profound.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 5:56:34 AM
Blown with the same wind, washed in the same filthy water, cleaned by the same biological powder - yet class prejudice prevails.
Marxism was never like - or should that be Oklahoma was never like this? It could be a girl.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 5:37:52 AM
And they called the wind Mariah who treats all the same as they dry hanging on that old clothes horse. Well done.
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 4:56:37 AM
LOLOLOL..My naff one won't seem the same again... and it never stays up anyhow. Only your brain could do this....
The Worlds A big Clothes Horse (Poetry) - 4/14/2007 4:13:55 AM
Surprising how inspiration comes from looking at every day objects, isn't it? Very well done write; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/10/2007 2:16:41 PM
Your mother and me depaired that you were unable to carry out tasks we all take for granted. For example, we wept as we watched you struggle to construct a simple box girder bridge. We shut out our ears as you screeched your way through a basic raga on the hospital ward sitar. And we were unconsolable at your inability to recite the Book of Isaiah by rote.
But you gradually worked your way through the cocoa, and Nanette Newman films,and by the end of 3 months you were confident enough to discuss Proust - well done!
Whose - are - these?
Really, most untidy.
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/9/2007 1:14:17 PM
An inspiring write full of witt and courage.
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 7:14:43 PM
The true spirit of survivial, a beautiful write and the outcome was nothing short of success. Congratulations!! Enjoyed this much.
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 3:52:50 PM
You capture physio in all of its (painful) glory, both occupational and physical. But thank God for 'em--had to realearn how to walk; took me four months, but I'm still on me feet. :) Although at the time, I swore the therapists were terrorists, who excelled in 'Torture, 101.' LOL Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
God bless you this Easter and always.
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 12:06:13 PM
You go girl...blessed are those who care enough!!
Happy Easter to you!!
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 11:53:59 AM
Your strength and sense of humour shows in each poem you've written. Thank you for sharing your journey with us.
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 11:27:36 AM
I won't use a tired cliche but I will say I admire your strength and leave it at that. Great write and it truly is inspiring.
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 9:20:44 AM
Congrats that's how to do it...just keep on doing it!
Having the faith is all that is needed and the courage to go along with it.
Thank you for sharing your colorful write Sharon.
Welcome to the den also since I missed your grand opening~Smile.
Have a blessed holiday and take care,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 8:49:26 AM
YAY on your feet...
Yup, I had to name as many things begining with P, draw a 3D square, remember the address of a made up street.
I did the same, amuse myself, and have fun with the other patients..
HAHA, did yer do the Scrabble and chess..
A win/win... Get them Arabs Minted...x
I never wanna see another crossword. Keep on tuffing it out
Rehab (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 8:33:26 AM
As long as you have strength of family, which I see in your writings, thats all that is needed...keep fighting the good fight...Ed
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 3:32:24 AM
What beautiful birds
I have seen these types yrs ago, when my daughter as a little one, went on a class trip to a farm. I had no idea chikens came in such an assortment. My mind was accostomed to the white, cock a doodle doo type of cartoons lol
Beautiful birds indeed
I can see how lovely it must have been to relate to them as pets. What a delight. The connection between any animal and ourselves is such a rush!!! I think we are privilidged by those connections.
A few yrs ago, a baby blue jay fell out of his nest and into my garden, it could not fly. But somehow wound up on the top of a garbage can i had in the back of the garden for weeding. My kids protected it for 3 days from hungry cats, as did its mother. We even have a picture of it some place. But alas one night at 3am, the cats, got past the mom, and we didn't wake up in time to help.
We mourned that little bird...
so i can understand your feelings
take care.........pax A
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 4/7/2007 3:25:05 AM
My heart goes out to you.....personally I doubt that anyone can feel that frustration without first hand experience.....
But as I read this, oddly the thought of a toddler came to mind. First steps, starting over. But as an adult, you have the experience of life behind you. A strength in history. And your title
PRAISE GOD I CAN LIMP.......
Shows the optimism of spirt you have.
As for myself, I gain weight and feel bad about myself and anchored, and can ignore myself and what needs to be done, but in your siutuation, you are not allow this self destructive luxery.....and praising God, is a step (no pun) towards the positive.
Beautiful soul you have.........:)
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/31/2007 11:14:20 AM
Dear Sharon, you describe the wonderous stay in the hospital with just humor....and truth. God Bless you, Holly
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/31/2007 11:08:10 AM
Dear Sharon, it's very evident you are your father's daughter. Excellent poem, love holly
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/31/2007 11:04:41 AM
Dear Sharon, it is the one that can still be thankful despite the trying circumstances that I admire! God Bless, holly
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/29/2007 10:56:05 AM
Praise the Lord my friend!!
Each time I read you I think of my daughter Michele...wondering if she would've had the courage to do what you did!!
S warm Hugs From a mother to a daughter in verse!!
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 5:00:33 PM
For something much greater than you've ever known!
Light and Wisdom ...
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 2:22:31 PM
You have an amazing testimony and a great attitude, I am blessed to read your writings
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 2:20:12 PM
Wow! Powerful thank you for sharing this
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 2:17:00 PM
Sharon this is great, I enjoyed reading this
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 2:14:51 PM
This is great Sharon, praise God I limp too, but I can walk and for that I am blessed
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 10:26:12 AM
A very positive and mature atitude, this put a lump in my throat, i've sat staring at the screen..
All I can think of is you sound such a delightful lady, I was told I had a brain aneurysm in 2001, all I remember is an awful headache.
But the body is a wondeful bit of kit, how it repairs itself..
Keep writing, and using your gift of humour...x
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 10:16:18 AM
The humour mixed with the concerns, shows how deep your inner strength is..Being bathed never bothered me, except if it was nurse cratchet.. Oh and the boys thing...
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 10:09:59 AM
Douglas Bader in W11 went through the same, I did when I was born it took me a year to learn, and I don't think I cared what others thought...
Never, never, never quit, see yourself walking, running and jumping..
GO FOR IT... HAHA now I know this I'll never stop pestering you till your doing a half marathon...
I'll pray heaps for you to get back up on those feet...
Get that ole motivation and persistance back..
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 9:52:46 AM
Sharon, I admire your courage and your strength, for although you speak of your pain you also so that you will succeed regardless of what obstacles come your way. Great write could be used framed in a lot of the hospitals to give inspiration to others.
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 9:33:49 AM
The title says it all: Praise God! I limp, too. :) Excellent, excellent poem of gratitude and attitude! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 9:06:29 AM
The last verse of the poem is very touching Sharon, you seem to be a strong willed young lady and determined to make the best of what you have, I look forward to reading the next stage of your journey. Your dad sounds a wonderful person and someone you can turn to.
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 8:04:28 AM
'at last I can limp!'
This recalls an ogre we know that got chucked from the boat into the ocean only to discover that at last he could cough.
I remember the day you walked with me all the way tot' thABC in your 4x4 wheelchair to see't thHunchback of Snottery Damn. You looked up at the screen and felt affinity with the pathetic, round shouldered mawk. I said 'No, no, no - Ricco, that's who you are.' From that point onwards you held your head up high as you called out bingo numbers, whipped the cloth from brandy fired steaks, ran along the beach in your dreams, and shouted 'I'm walking here!' to impatient motorists at pedestraian crossings.
Praise God indeed you can limp- and in Japanese.
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 7:38:30 AM
your spirit shows thru...bravo
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 7:18:12 AM
There is that sense of humor your Dad talked about...if you can laugh, why cry...Ed
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 6:26:27 AM
Patients be patient and reap the rewards
Recovery and life Ė look towards!
Extremely sage advice for anyone who has suffered a debilitating injury, Sharon, and wonderful words to live by.
Praise God, I Can Limp!!! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 6:14:54 AM
I can relate: I can walk, but I limp. I use crutches for balance due to arthritis. Love the title, love the positiveness of this poem! Very well done, Sharon! :)
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/28/2007 5:18:02 AM
I can't believe you are going to ruin Kentucky Fried for me by personalising a couple of chucks.
Although havhing said that, I often wondered where to find a chicken like 'Belina' in return to Oz.
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/27/2007 4:38:06 PM
If I lived near you I'd locate these two, or as near a likeness as possible, and sit them on your lawn for a huge surprise. I adore this fun write.
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/25/2007 9:59:34 AM
Well you have resurrected a smile from me, this I find to be quite humorous and memorable...Ed
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/25/2007 7:19:58 AM
Great poem, Sharon. The birds in the pic remind me of a breed of chicken my grandfather had. He called them "Domineccars" (sp.?).
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/25/2007 3:18:51 AM
They sound like marvelous Dumpies, Sharon.
PS Time Bandits is a marvelous movie!
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 4:51:09 PM
This is precious: the love you hold for what many would consider insignificant creatures shines through in beautiful lines: well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 1:45:49 PM
Is that resurection hoped for after lunch, and soup....
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 1:09:41 PM
Awwww...reminded me of my very own poem on the "chook" side...go check it out at
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 10:30:39 AM
Brings back a lot of memories of my grandfathers farm when I was young and every where you looked in the barnyard there were chickens, as a city kid I thought they were great, threw then seed and they gave back eggs.
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 10:11:08 AM
Seems the more I read of you Sharon, the more I see the kindred spirit you have with your Father. Blessings ...
Light and Wisdom ...
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 9:55:45 AM
Awwww, and I remember the day we went to collect them from the family in the village. Winston and Stru'ar (Here!Vermin will you stop eeeeeeeeeeating?)joined the other two and the hopalong cockerel, Frankie who only half Avaloned each morning.
You have packed their lives into few but nevertheless widescreen phrases. Your original poetic style is emerging in the name of quality.
'Please God, a resurrection!'
Excellent, stylish finish that underscores your affection even for the most humblest of creatures. As Grouncho once said, 'That's the stuff, shows you've got a good spirit.' We can only nod silently in agreement.
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 9:50:10 AM
What a cute poem, you seem to have loved your hens very much. I presume the accompanying picture shows Dumpies. You are a very talented young lady, I look forward to reading more of your work.
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 9:09:49 AM
You have a positive attitude (humor) amidst difficult circumstances, Sharon. Nicely done. Best wishes to you. Love and peace,
Dumpies! (Poetry) - 3/24/2007 9:06:22 AM
This is delightful. No matter what many think, chickens do have character and personality. Thank you for sharing, Sharon. Love and peace to you,
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/21/2007 3:30:50 AM
I hated being woken up every hour for observations and the indignity of being bathed like a giant doll.
I've experienced that, too, and I would have rather remained unbathed! And they say one gets lots of rest in a hospital - Hah! I never have.
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 10:04:03 PM
Good poem, pretty well sums up what goes on. You are in a hospital because you are sick and no one will leave you alone to get the rest that is needed. Not a good place to be when you are trying to heal.
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 7:31:31 PM
I have this one memory of being a small lad of 11 laying on a hospital bed stark, stitch naked with no blankets, my parents and doctor standing over me and all the hospital passing by and taking a look into the room...talk about embarrasment...LOL, but I did not have to worry about the fickle whims of my hair being uncombed, like certain young ladies I'm sure...LOL! Ed
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 4:48:38 PM
Well Sharon, think of it this way
Since it was years ago............
Its better that they were there, then if they ignored you. Its true there is no dignity as a hospital patient. You are like an infant, or doll. Lift your arm pits, spread the rest, etc!!! Yikes......
I see here tho, looking back, you always have your humor at core.
Everyone has their horror hospital stories.....Wanna hear mine???
ok, I hear you saying yessssss
I was in the hospital for a week with pneumonia. The respitoray section was filled so they put me in with the old folks. My roomie was this little old Spanish lady, who made me rearrange the furniture in the room. LOL....and stupid me, who could hardly stand or breath was pushing furniture. I was very very doped up and nutty from prednezone and steriods, I was hooked up to all sorts of things, that I had to drag around while I pushed tables etc. Who says drugs are fun????
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 3:14:15 PM
There is no pride for the hospital patients...no dignity or personal habits. All is exposed and we turn into babes at the hands of the staff. Not me either. I raised my window to the outside and you would've thought I was hi-jacking a plane. Poor baby! I know what you went through and you kept your humor. That's healing in it's own self.
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 2:43:51 PM
Captured spot on. H A T E D being awakened, especially at night, "Do you need a sleeping pill?" and then, there you are, wide awake. Vital signs. The rumblig of carts going by. The IV monitor doing the IV dance (tones binging "change me now" LOL), loud chatter from the hall, the doc coming in for his or her five second observation, dietary waking you up to eat (YUKKO! hospital food), the phone, the vampires to do another blood draw(no wonder you're anemic) etc, etc, etc! L e a v e m e A L O N E !!!! Well done.
(((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 1:37:10 PM
O, boy, can I relate to this one; was in the hospital lsat fall for a MONTH (November 9-December 9, 2006); had serious problems with my berathing, heart, thyyroid, low potassium, swollen stomach, and other problems. I had three surgeries (an exploratory on the 27th of November, a tumor--noncancerous, thank the Lord!--removal, and a colostomy, since part of my colon was damaged); I was a MESS! I am still recovering; feel a lot better, but I'll never be the same as I was before I took sick. I know about those tubes, monitors, and stuff very well; the worst things about the whole experience was probably coming out of surgery, being hooked up to the nose hose as well as the iv and catheter (i also had a poop tube; oh, joy!); also had oxygen, and those DAMNED monitors! GRRR! You have brought the hospital experience to the core in this well done poem; thank you for sharing!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn. :D
very well done; brava!
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 11:59:53 AM
You show your frustration well in this sad but amusing poem. I'm sure your visitors weren't bothered if your legs had been shaved.
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 11:33:53 AM
Big Hugs....thanks for sharing this in such a humorous way!!
God Bless those who care!!
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 11:11:08 AM
One of our sons (20 years old) went into complete renal failure a year and a half ago. It was devastating! Just recently he got a kidney transplant and he is living his life again.
Your poem is insightful and gives the reader a "feel" for what you endured. Well done!
Light and Wisdom ...
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 10:54:31 AM
Ooooooooooh you must've loved Sharon an awful lot nurse!
Aye, I can just imagine your wellington boot and horse and cart response. HER - CU - LES - THE - SE - VENTH!
'Y'know something Randall? Your brains gone!'
Bet you wished that there was a time hole in the ward you could have jumped into - risked landing in ancient Greece though, lowest standard of living in Europe.
I did detect a whiff of the Peoples Friend about you when we visited. I thought it might have been Oban Harbour, but heh, this was Edinburgh, a hospital ward, how could a harbour have gotten in? Where would you have put it anyway? In your locker? The one next to the Isle of Mull?
I put the citrus smell down to the result of a buttered scone and a cup of tea - oooooooooo, a scone, eh, pardon me nurse while I go butter a scone, but first I am off to play the grand piano!
A glittering performace of great perception - not too commercial!
Lav it I do, lav it!
Give Me A Break! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 10:37:03 AM
Love it Sharon and from the many times I had to stay in hospital I know exactly what you are talking about. You captured the irony of going to a hospital for rest and recuperation remarkably well.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 2:40:51 AM
They say "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." You are a survivor, my friend, and that has made you stronger. Yes, humor is a coping mechanism. This is a well-written poem, giving your readers the chance to ask themselves how they would react in the same situation -- excellent. I know that's what it did for me when I read it. Well done!
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/20/2007 2:35:13 AM
I find it amazing how our minds have the ability to turn off pain and worry. I believe it's a self-preservation feature that's built right in to keep us sane. This is an honest sharing of an horrific event that you experienced, firsthand, Sharon. Very well done -- you've left it to your readers to say, "Oh my God! This is awful!" Again, very well done.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/17/2007 9:22:43 AM
You are awesome and not a defeatist after suffering a blow such as this. I admire you a great deal. Your talent is thick and your passion overwhelming to think you conquered a terror that would've put many out for the count. You definitely are a remarkable young lady.
Love and energy.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 7:41:49 PM
Typical woman, worried about how her hair looks...LOL! As long as you are alive, who cares what happens...best to your Dad...Ed
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 6:48:07 PM
Certainly not something pleasant to happen, yet you seem to have a very strong will to overcome any obstacle. "One out of three, ain't bad". You have a very optimistic outlook, stay strong.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 5:00:53 PM
Great write my friend, you are an inspiration to many! Enjoyed this much, look forward to more of your work here at the den!
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 4:45:21 PM
Yes, after the storm, after the tornado, the buds still bloom from the trees left standing. Strong roots. Ok I must sound all mystical and nerdy, but thats the impression I got from your words. Just the little things, that looking for Mickey D's. The ordinary, every day actions, are the foundations from which we can grow stronger and beyond. I like your poetry style Sharon, it conversational, and has melody, but the words stand clear. And thats a plus in poetry. We like to understand what we are reading LOL....Keep writing chica....your good, pax Anita :)
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 3:46:57 PM
Great inner dialogue in this poem. The lines jump off the page.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 12:46:27 PM
Sharon, you cope extremely well. Thank you for sharing this part of you, love Holly
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 12:43:16 PM
Hello Sharon, welcome to AD. I would have to say after reading this poem that God has a plan and purpose for your life. Holly
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 12:00:05 PM
But whats gonna happen now? Keep believing and thinking health..
Nice bio pic, very chipper...
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 10:12:45 AM
It's not easy to get a humorous and upbeat poem out of a brain hemorage. But you've done it. Nice job.
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 9:23:51 AM
You have captured and shared those "incrdible" moments very effectively with your verses, Sharon. Thank you. Be well. Love and peace,
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 9:21:36 AM
The attitude that you put forth via your verses is inspiring, Sharon. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace,
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 8:59:52 AM
Through your words I travelled with you to the theatre and I'm now wondering what's gonna happen now?
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 8:59:51 AM
The dramatic shock of such an extreme situation I believe numbs the mind in order for us not to just shut down with despair. I have been on deaths door a few times in my life and I know just the detachment feeling that your poem captures. Well done Sharon and sure glad you stayed around, with each write I like your styles more.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 8:58:46 AM
Crucifixion? Good. Line o...yeah, I know, line on the left, one cross each...
Paralysis, stroke or death
Where do I sign?
Oh, very witty, Wilde, very, very witty!
'Paralysis, stroke or death'
One out of three ainít bad
Well then, don't be greedy!
Your remarkable stoicism and, in particular, your wit in the face of adversity have been and continue to be inspiring.
I'm proud to know you, 'arold.
'But whats gonna happen now?'
And what a 'now' it has been.
Bent back tulip
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 8:39:42 AM
You have expressed your confusion wonderfully, very touching to read you'd have a nap and wait for your dad to get you up.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 8:32:52 AM
"Paralysis, stroke or death...."
I think you were left with the lesser of three evils...what choice did you have? All you can do is go on with what you have. :) An excellent write; glad you're here. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 8:26:40 AM
Sharon, this is very good. You are an inspiration; glad to meet ya! Keep these coming, and keep on reaching higher! You'll make it, I know you will! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your new friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Off to the theatre! (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 7:48:13 AM
You cope extremely well, Sharon, and you truly inspire.
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 7:29:54 AM
I am here because your dad told me to and I've been raised to respect my elders. (Even if he is a sod)
But I am sure glad I have read your rhyme!
It's a little insight into how you are the way you are. You've acheived far more just be being here than most of us ever will ;)
Jacks, (the crazed gay horror writer from Blackburn - Lancashire).
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 4:17:26 AM
First let me say, welcome to the den...then I must say what a touching write! God surely had a purpose for your life my friend to have spared you through such an experience! Your write is very touching, and emotional as well. Your imagery is powerful and allows the reader to understand a tiny portion of the experience from your view point! Outstanding, looking forward to reading more of your work!
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 3:37:45 PM
I read this in the mindset of a 19 yr old, and your voice was clear as a bell. I remember that being my favorite age to date, one year out of school, had a whole 12 months in the adult world, and felt a seasoned human being. I cannot imagine what you went thru, with the onset of your condition. My heart goes out to you!!! But what I also gathered from your words, was that through out it all....you were still YOU. That part did not change. Your spirit held on. You have a strong core of being and thats a blessing. Awful things happen randomly to people all over, and no matter what, there are no satisfactory answers as to Why. Not knowing is a frustration...but here I see in your words a sense of optimism........
Now whatís up
Iím fine, just hungry
At what, I donít get it
This is boring
Thereís more to come
More to Come......your not knocked down, your KNOCKING back!!!
Welcome to the Den Sharon......Glad to have you here, I will have Z, take a look too. Ohhh and......love your bio picture! You are so beautiful. You could be a model, or spokesperson. Do commercial or ads.
Hey you neva know
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 2:48:17 PM
Indeed the danger was life-threatening. I'm thankful you are here with us. You've written the bravery of a girl and you've come far and are resillient. I'm so very proud of you. The terror was probably more prominent with your parents. Poor things. When my children were ill with the slightest ear ache...I panicked. I'm still that way too.
Princess...welcome from my heart. Mariah is responding later after she finishes her chores.
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 2:34:34 PM
This work is very artistic and keeps the reader in tune with it and it's meaning. Thanks for sharing this with me and the family here on the Den.
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 2:19:39 PM
By the grace of God you were spared for a reason, maybe now you understand, or maybe it has yet to manifest. ...
...and if this is beginning of your writing endeavors, then I know your going to soar!
An excellent start, Sharon!
I look forward to reading more! :) Welcome aboard!
Love and Peace~
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 11:12:39 AM
Sweet girl you were one of the lucky ones to survive the brain haemorrage....but sadly my little girl Michele was not so lucky...and she did NOT make it!!
Holding you tight in a hug....your Daddy is a very blessed man to have you in his life!!
Take care...and Hey...welcome to the AD family!!
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 11:04:10 AM
Well, I know where you got your talent for verse, your beloved Daddy, Daibhidh! A most eye opening write detailing a terrible period in your life, but it seems you've overcome and are soaring high! Excellent!
Welcome to AD, you're among friends. I look forward to more of your poetry. If it's anything like your Daddy's is, I'm in for a treat!
(((HUGS)) and love, Karla. (Karen Vidra's twin sis)
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 10:56:57 AM
Welcome to Author's Den. One never knows when health problems will arise. We just have to learn to accept them and live with them, and not the condition live...us. Well done, and welcome to Author's Den!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in TX.
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 9:40:28 AM
wonderfully written and with hope, wit and optimism, Welcome, Sharon to AD!
To have been through so much and be here to share, hope you enjoy...
I am not here much at all, but I wanted to drop by and say hello and Welcome and to come upon a piece already written as you have, a welcome sight.
This is vivid and again with that hope and wit...119?!
Thank you to your dad for introducing you and all the best to you here at the den, wish I was on more, but very rarely get in/on, apologies but had a chance to say hello and thought I'd at the least do that!
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 9:07:12 AM
Welcome to the Den, Sharon!
I already thought very highly of your Dad - now I know he's great.
Not only have you seemingly inherited his gift for verse, but he gave you great care and affection, during your brain hemorrhage.
Being a massive stroke survivor,myself, I can really appreciate your situation, Sharon.......but 119........is entirely too young to be affected! :)
Hugs & prayers, Rhonda
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 8:37:38 AM
HI Sharon this is a marvelous write and I am looking forward to the more to come aspect of this most welcome addition to our den family.
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 8:35:00 AM
Quite an experience for anyone to endure Sharon. Vividly written. I am thankful that you made it through and that you are exploring your poetic potential.
You have a marvelous father. Thick Soup Tulip? Hmmmmmm ...
Welcome to AD!
Light and Wisdom ...
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 7:46:21 AM
How frightening, Sharon, and how wonderful to hear there's lots more to come!
Welcome to AD, and thanks very much for your comments on my Katrina pet piece.
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 7:43:31 AM
And the third thing I did after I made you as comfy as possible was to remove Brian Jones from that damn wall - it was all you were bothered about at least for a moment! In between I phoned the doctor (doaaaaaaaakter) who in turn phoned for an ambulance, who in turn swallowed a fly, I don't know why he swallowed a fly, perhaps he'll d... tut, where did that come from. Burl Ives! Oh no!
Well, my footsteps carried me off to the ch... there I go again!
Deep breath in...thank you. Cor is that all! Don't I get a cup of tea? Thank you.
We can laugh can't we - you and me, on our 'olidays, just you and me, on our own, by ourselves, just you and me, on our o... SHARRRUP!
Seriously,seriously, I'd like to sing a song by the late, great, Judy...'You're not singing while I'm here,' says you.
'Thereís more to come!'
More did come and could not get better than the Millwall man in your life. But that's for us to find out, doctor. In the meantime I'll go and get tablets from the nurse.
Thick soup tulip!
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 7:37:57 AM
Hi Sharon : - )
Enjoyed your first above,
your Dad and I are of simular age; I have an 18 yr old Daughter that Your dad has done a lovely painting of.
We both love are daughter's very much, you can tell the love and respect that your Dad has for you when we speak of you both when we meet. Hope you get to add many more poems in the times ahead for us all to gain from and enjoy
NOW what's up? (Poetry) - 3/15/2007 6:53:04 AM
Unfortunately Life throws curves our way when we least expect them, Sharon, but with the help of God and your dad and mom I bet you pulled through with a new strength...I am here to welcome you to AD as your Dad has, in usual proud dads way, put forth all we can learn of you, from him...now its your turn to tell us of yourself & you will find eventually, I am sure, you will be welcomed with open arms on this site...Peace thru the Write, ED & Rufuz (w00f)