My doctor told me I must exercise
I must admit it wasn't a surprise
I was slightly overweight about 2 stone 7 pound
I was in perfect shape that shape was round
The most I do is walk to the fridge for food
How could this doctor be so rude
He was sat there popping out of his shirt
He should've practised what he preached it wouldn't have hurt
I wouldn't say I was fat I'll give you an example
I would say I'm delicately ample
Easy to see from miles away
Oh well I better start today
I'll go to the gym and join the class
I drove down there but had to pass
I think I'll have a full English breakfast before I start
I can’t have an empty belly if I'm gonna take part
I did 3 laps of the gym that was a good way to begin
Tomorrow I might park the car and actually go in
I think today I'll give it a miss
Time for the chippy for a nice fish
The morale of this tale is when you’re told to be fit
Make sure you fill your stomach before you do it
When depression turns up it starts its attack
Will you ever get your happiness back
It takes you into some very dark places
You hide it well behind fake faces
Your smiles have turned into false grins
That's what it's like when depression begins
It makes its self at home inside your head
Some of the thoughts it gives fills you with dread
You get to thinking you've had enough
It makes living your life very very tough
You think you're all alone
And just want to be on your own
You can't see a way to cope
But with the help of your family you will have hope
That one day your darkness will disappear
And depression is something you will no longer fear
Why did Parkinson's rear it's ugly head
The moment I was diagnosed I was filled with dread
I thought I'd never be the same again, unable to do things at 47, the blankets and OAP slippers came out, and there I thought I'd stay!
But.. with a few trials and tribulations along the way, life is good.
I'm achieving things I never thought I would.
I've made many new friends who share a common bond, I am a DJ on the radio playing tunes I love. Fundraising, coffee morning's
Afternoon tea 's, tombola's and raffles, doing talks and having lots of fun. Day trips, even a trip to the panto ( oh yes i did).
So, life can be very good, and Parkinson's "are you still there"? Trying to get the better of me, some days you very nearly succeed, but i won't let you life is to good!
Turn back time
"Turn back the clocks" they said " it will be alright"
Try telling my brain and legs that, its nothing but strife!
"It's only an hour it shouldn't make much difference "
Try telling Parkinson's that you will get nothing but resistance!
So yesterday was spent with my legs glued to the floor and me thinking i don't want to play this game any more!
I'm hoping today is going to get better
I'm looking forward to the summer, when I can do it all again, bringing forward an hour!
They used to call us Ant and Dec.
I was Ant and you were Dec.
We were always together, best friends for life.
Your laugh was infectious, it made me laugh too.
You were lovely, you were gentle, one of a kind.
We were on the stage together
Acting we loved
Treading the board's
Having lots of fun
I thought you would be around for many years to come.
But, one day you left me, it was your time for you to leave, your last curtain call!
And so my grief was hard to bear
I looked upon the empty stage to find you was not there!
So until we meet again my lovely dear friend
break a leg, take a bow, ill see you at the end!
You came into my life – unexpected, uninvited.
The attention that you seek from me, I wish was unrequited.
You dominate my life, and you fill each waking hour.
My first thought in my day, my daydream in the shower.
Drip, spray, wash, scrub. Thoughts drift away to a cold beer down the pub.
But then the train of thought stops at a familiar destination - a town devoid of hope, and it hosts a lonely station.
And when that train arrives, no joy or peace comes on aboard. But dark and fearful thoughts sit down and demand to be called lord.
One day, I hope to take a new journey, and travel to optimism. For now, though, I'll continue on this conveyance that is my prison.
A change of signals comes up ahead less frequently than before. A kiss, a touch, a smile, new friends, the dream of finding a cure.
But that feeling is brief, and gone too soon just like the morning dew. Yet I hold out hope for the day to arrive when my destination is somewhere new.
It doesn't have to be all that far from my usual place. Just looking for a quiet little village, and an occasional smile on my face.
'We live in hope' the saying goes, and one day it may come true. But for now I know I have familiar, heavy, tiring, you.
Phil Badger Smith, Age 39
Diagnosed with Parkinson's in 2017
Beyond this place
Beyond this place
Is where its safe
Pure love and light
No human body just flight
No day or night
No things or bling
Just angels, who sing
Hallelujah, hallelujah. hallelujah
Life lived good and full
Heavenly light had it’s pull
Peace and love forever more
See the light go through that door
The love of a rose is love of beauty
A love so trusting
Dead wood flowering profusely
Drawing from the earth and sun
Over wintered it has won
Tall and proud
Colour so vibrant and profound
In silence it’s colours no sound
Touch and you will see blood
Stems are laden with thorns
Keep away it warms
Such beauty it defends
We are it’s friends
Blood we shed in Autumn tide
So beauty of the bloom our bride
We endure the thorns so proudly sharp
Summer we reap beauty
That sings in colour like a harp.
Queen of flowers you give your all
We love your beauty endure your spikes
Your presence will always cause delights.
Music in the trees
I woke up early one morning,
Just as the sun did rise
The mist was slowly moving
Across the fields In sight
My little dog was happy
Greeting with excite
She's wagging her tail to tell me
She want to go out side
We walked along a muddy path
With tree on both sides
I looked up as the sun shone through
What an amazing sight
There's dewdrops on the branches
And webs been cleverly spun
The morning birds are singing
I can hear them every one
My little dogs impatient
She wants to run and play
And walking down this little path
Theres a river hidden away
We sat and rest on a grassy bank
As we watch the river flow
The ripples of the water
Ran softly over the stone
I sat and listened quietly
The music all around,
the bird song and the water,
The creaking of a brunch
The rustle of the field mouse
Running through the leaves
They each and every one
Play a note of melody
The music that comes from with in the wood
Is a orchestra of its own
The wood it self it comes alive
With each and every note,
I sit here it so peaceful,
My little dog by my side
She sits here very quiet
I wonder what's on her mind
I pray to God and thank him
For every music note
For if there were no trees and streams
Or creatures with In a wood,
We'd have no music notes
To make an orchestra
Our world would be a silent one
With out gods creature here
Sue Gage 🌺
Born in London, Dean G. Parsons is a renowned psychotherapist and writer now living in the beautiful county of Suffolk; the home of many of his ancestors. Diagnosed in 2017 with Parkinson's Disease, Dean uses narrative and richly descriptive poetry to tell a story of his relationship with Parkinson's going back to his childhood and even further back in his family history. If you have Parkinson's and you want to have a useful way of describing your illness to others, Dean's book would do it for you. This frank and often gritty account of life as a person with Parkinson's gives insight into a challenging life experience but, importantly, sends a message of hopefulness and optimism, too. Simply gift it to someone special or keep it handy on the shelf or coffee table and encourage your visitors and guests to read Dean's experiences.
This is a poetry collection by myself and 8 other Parkinson's Poets. We feel strongly about climate change and the environment and wish to add our voices to those seeking these issues to be treated seriously. Park Climate Change hopes to inform and enlighten with details on how our interactions affect nature and to convey the urgency that some of our politicians and leaders wish to dismiss. I hope you will read the book and join with us to help us shake the world.