Stoned--Not For the Squeamish!

The pain is like child birth, it hits sudden and hard
Don't try to endure go and get some help
Fluids help to flush the little prickly pear stone, down the internal pipes.
But it is not a quick and easy flush.
Think skinning your urethras open to urine's burn.
Time heals all wounds, lots of time...


Dedicated to all those who have suffered from kidney stones.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Fisher Avatar
June 26, 2010 at 2:23 AM
doris-"think skinning your urethras open to urine's burn", get what your saying.kickass line.
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June 23, 2010 at 11:10 AM
This is a wonderful piece! Accept my colorful congrats on having this poem featured this week. You are such a nice poet! Please, keep your poetry pens dancing on your poetry pad. I wish you all the best with your writing. Love ~Adeleke~
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June 21, 2010 at 5:51 PM
Very interesting poem here. Congratulations on being featured this week. Love, Iolanda
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June 21, 2010 at 2:38 PM
this is a punishment.john
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June 21, 2010 at 8:39 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Doris. May you have many more features. Love, Carol
White Avatar
June 21, 2010 at 3:22 AM
omg why did I read this- you put warning too!! Ooooooooooo
Milgate Avatar
June 20, 2010 at 10:37 AM
Heard about them and this sounds right on. Ouch, good depiction. Suspect from experience. Hope better now.
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June 19, 2010 at 6:15 PM
Oh dear, so well written, Doris! My best friend suffered from kidney stones. I must be terribly painful. Thank you for your comment on "Blundering Stones". I didn't go to a restaurant but I also enjoy Italian food and prepare often Italian melas for myself. We can buy 'Panini Rustici" here I do love these crunchy bread rolls..They taste really like the original Italian ones. I don't like the soft Hamburger rolls...I also have my own recipe for burgers...Have a nice Sunday...Gert
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June 18, 2010 at 8:03 PM
Yes thanks. I have had them twice. But it has been many years since. I don't desire to have them again. Agape, Moses
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June 18, 2010 at 10:01 AM
That must really have hurt the one who went thru the stones. I've seen my dad in so much pain over it, exactly the way you explain here. Enjoyed the poem, have a nice one,..p.d.
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June 17, 2010 at 11:49 PM
Good write Doris....I know stones very well....I've passed them for twenty years now...12 at one time is the most so far....My definition..."First you think you're dying, then you hope you're dying"....Larry
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June 17, 2010 at 8:04 PM
When my oldest son was 16 he was at the seashore and I was living in Ohio at the time.. I got this phone call ..he was screaming in pain ..it was a kidney stone... my ex rushed him to the hospital.. he spent hours trying to pass it and when he did he called me and said.. MOM if that is what u go through having a baby.. I am glad I am a boy.. haha... and he surely drinks lots of water every day.. your poem is right on target..Doris.. thankxxxx for sharing.. luv.. Linda-Marie.
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June 17, 2010 at 4:06 PM
Ouch! I hope I never have to endure it. Hope your Dad's feeling much better.
Kendrick Avatar
June 17, 2010 at 3:58 PM
Great write in honor of your father who had a few hours of agony..Doing fine now...Keep the creative pen flowing..Mom
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