Health Madlib Poem. Go to : http://languageisavirus.com/cgi-‐bin/madlibs.pl and fill in the parts of speech and the site will generate a poem for you. Feel free to post the Madlib or edit it to make it better.
So I followed the directions above and this is what I ended up with.
Painful Women Painful Women
feeling i have never known , quickly beyond
any tragedy , your friends have your back :
in your most frequent scans are things which diagnose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too buried
your pale look loudly will sadden me
though i have used myself as a test ,
you wander always hope by hope myself as love wish
(delighting happily , never) her confused life
or if your survive be to anticipate me, i and
my future will whisper very quietly, courageously,
as when the pain of this cancer is
the floating gracefully everywhere piercing;
nothing which we are to want in this time here
the full of your anxious surgery: whose chemotherapy
now me with the recovery of its life,
caring family and faith with each sleeping
(i do not know what it is about you that comes
and goes; only something in me wishes
the support of your friends is better than all words)
knowledge, not even the power, has such high standards
any tragedy , your friends have your back :
in your most frequent scans are things which diagnose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too buried
your pale look loudly will sadden me
though i have used myself as a test ,
you wander always hope by hope myself as love wish
(delighting happily , never) her confused life
or if your survive be to anticipate me, i and
my future will whisper very quietly, courageously,
as when the pain of this cancer is
the floating gracefully everywhere piercing;
nothing which we are to want in this time here
the full of your anxious surgery: whose chemotherapy
now me with the recovery of its life,
caring family and faith with each sleeping
(i do not know what it is about you that comes
and goes; only something in me wishes
the support of your friends is better than all words)
knowledge, not even the power, has such high standards
by Dee and e.e.cummings
Not my best poetry but it was fun to do.
Dee
Every day is a Blessing!
Not my best poetry but it was fun to do.
Dee
Every day is a Blessing!
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