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| Tremor Tales page 4 |
| Fear On My Wedding Day An awful fear is taking me As my wedding day draws near. Will my tremors ruin the ceremony? Will I end it in tears? How is it possible that I abide In this hell when my love will be my bride? I want to run, forget my promise To stand a groom by her side. No, I will not let my tremors dismiss A life of joy by running away to hide. Fear may have my joy darkened now, And may cause me to whisper vows, But I'll not let it be a ride-along gloom With my bride and I on our honeymoon. |
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| My Lone Incisor Day after day it had to be done, This day after day messy struggle. I'd lose my health, my looks would be gone If I failed to perform this ritual. So once again, hand shaking out bubbles Of toothpaste, I brushed my tooth at all angles. Tremor flicked paste soon speckled the walls But I cared not, for when I was through My tooth so sparkled I was imbued With pride of my lone incisor. I just know it'll draw stares off my tremors. |
| The Elevator My research lab was now on the twelfth floor. Woe, I'd need to ride the elevator there With my fellow researchers. A Medically sophisticated Community? Not where the tremors That rattle my voice, my hands and head Are concerned. Still, I force myself to step Inside and at once come their stares. Nine floors up a terrifying snap Of its main cable shatters the air And it begins to drop down the shaft. Screams replace the stares. I grab a bar aft And my shakes vibrate the elevator Into the shaft wall and friction slakes Its fall to a metal screeching crawl. It hits bottom with a gentle brake. Amazed, all gape at me enthralled and When we enter another elevator, They stare in hopes that I still quiver. |
Fluttering Fingers Fingers, let music nourish my soul, Fill my heart; make me whole. Fingers caress the piano keys, Do not flutter uncontrollably. Let not notes discordant ring, Fingers give the music wings. Oh but still my fingers flutter. Notes discordant fill the air. Anguish plagues, emotions stir, My breaths incited tear. I jerk my fingers from the keys As torment reigns inside of me. Ah but that was months ago. No more my fingers flutter so, Nor let notes discordant ring, But to music give they wings. For my essential tremor bane Was by medication slain. No anguish plagues, no torment reigns, My breaths sweet whispers in refrain With the music that fills my soul, That sings my heart, that makes me whole. Upon the keys my fingers stay, As they caress each one in play. |
Tranquilizer Juice The plastic surgeon knew not I had tremors, For tranquilizer juice had calmed this stress Before I was taken into the O R. During my bliss of unconsciousness, it Wore off. When I awakened my shakes Returned and caused my face to quake. The surgeon, thinking he at fault, berated Himself and pulled at his sparse hair. To stop his going bald, I yelled, "Hey there! I've E T. A tranquilizer shot fair Steadied it, but is now worn off." Mid hair Tear he said, "Oh." And he gave me another. The steadying effect of the increased juice Stopped my stitches from shaking loose. Soon they would heal and I'd look young, My skin would be tight where once it hung. |
| Outward Pretense While I introduced myself, her face turned Pallor. And though I smiled, she stepped back As I spoke more. Had I breached some new Neighbor etiquette? I said, "I'm new here. Please visit. Don't forget." She slammed the Door shut with a firm, "Goodbye, I'm sick." Sick? She didn't look sick. In fact she looked perfect. As I pondered this, a thought came to me, The moment she'd seen that my head and hands Were shaky, she had snootily sniffed. Disdain At my imperfection? How sad to think Oneself above affliction. As I walked away I glanced through a window and saw her Remove her teeth and place them on a tray, Then pull off her wig, which I'd thought her own hair. Her outward pretense had fooled me completely, Till she was alone and relaxed in her lair. |
As He reached for Me Excitedly, my fiance said, "On our Honeymoon let's go to a hotel That has vibrating beds." But he worried That the cost for them would be too high. I assured him we didn't need that kind. The morning of our wedding day I took just Enough meds to steady my E T through The ceremony and reception, and by The time we checked into our hotel room Their effect had worn off. Right away I lay Down on the bed. "I couldn't afford one that Vibrates," he groaned. "This one's fine," I said. "Come, Lie beside me." He did and exclaimed, "The bed's Vibrating! I can't pay. No way." "Dear," I soothed. "You don't have to. I cut back on my meds so That my body would vibrate our bed for free." And his eyes glowed with love as he reached for me. |
| E T They're charging down the aisle after me! They must know I'm not an X-Filer. Should've worn an FBI suit like them. "Don't run, space alien!" Space alien? They must see aliens everywhere! Must get to the stage; show benevolence. "Friends! I'm no alien!" But a man leaps Onto the stage and wrestles me down. "If you're not an alien, why is there E T printed on your T-shirt?" "Uh, the E T stands for the essential tremors In my hands." I make my hands shake. "Dang! So you're not an extraterrestrial Come to Earth. Too bad." I get up and Leave the X-File convention to seek the Human who sold me the shirt. I must Punish him for talking me into Buying it to appear as an X-Filer. I hadn't informed him that I'm an Extraterrestrial come to Earth to spy On the conventioneers, but so what? The shirt almost caused my entrapment. Hmmm, perhaps I'll not punish him. He has E T, that's punishment enough. |
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