It seems that, much to my elation,
they’ve scheduled me for an ablation,
the actual ramification
being no more need for medication.
The actual source of frustration
has been atrial fibrillation;
regularity takes a vacation
and causes a thumping sensation.
Electrical cauterization
shuts down the heart’s over-stimulation
via pathway elimination
of excess cardiac innervation.
‘Twould be nice to see a cessation;
there are certainly good indications -
the hard work and culmination
of research in my generation.
In the process of ideation,
the heart boasts personification,
depicted in fine illustrations
of longing and imagination.
And so, Lord, grant my supplication
and eliminate all consternation,
such that I might thy glorification
continue with much adoration
and improved syllabification.
Talking without ablation,
Smiles hitting like sedation,
Hearts filled with adoration,
Floating down a river of admiration,
Blushing red like mars,
No love as strong as ours,
Comfort like a blanket of stars,
Soothing relief from painful scars,
Fire between two souls combine;
Being the Bonnie to His Clyde
Menopause uggg
Adam was given work for his sin
Eve was given the privilege to produce kin
Never once was menopause mentioned
Who created this invention?
They say get an ablation, it’s the best thing since apple pie
You’ll stop bleeding and you don’t have to try
What they don’t tell you is, it doesn’t always work
But heck, the no cramping is a perk!!
Whatever!! It threw me right into the change
My life seems a little nuts in exchange
My kids think I’m lazy but in actuality I’m a lot crazy
I don’t sleep, and I stay wide awake
My moods are all over so the niceness is all fake
I wake in a pool of sweat
Only to later freeze, throw me the net !!
Oh the hot flashes are real
It’s great for sex appeal
The man says you must be hot for me
I just roll over and say no, I gotta pee
Weight gain is going at turbo speed
Chocolate is the number one need.
I just want to be left alone and not bothered
Give me peace and I’ll be honored
Don’t wish for periods to end
You’ll never be right again my friend.
Ponder over the purpose of creation.
Ponder over the earth's rotation.
Ponder over the moon's probation.
Ponder over the sun's radiation.
Ponder over the sky and salvation.
Ponder over the trees and temptation.
Ponder over the peace and desolation.
Ponder over the thoughts in subjugation.
Ponder over the dreams in aggregration.
Ponder over the world as a station.
Ponder over the life as navigation.
Ponder over the death as ablation.
Ponder over the grave as mitigation.
Ponder over the purpose of creation.
Ponder.............
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In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above, sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes
and inspire forthcoming musings of the mind ***
Traverse with me oh blessed soul into a world of silence
together we can breach the Universal laws of order
and wrap our dreams with silver bows of mercy and love.....
Ensembles of beauty will ignite and claim our hearts
as we become students of the inner light ;
Place the spotlight onto heaven with ecumenical delight
recall the stars ablation as they blink and disappear
for sake of morns relinquish,she yields to sacred night;
Go ahead resign your tribulations and comply dear Mystic,
sing your cacophonic songs as miracles abound
beneath His tribal skies, new contracts await you,
so now that you know, go set the world on fire
with your afterglow and gait.
Nov. 16, 2019
Conquering Pain
(Through Mental Toughness)
Written: by Miracle Man
10-9-2019
I try not acknowledging that nemesis pain,
I view pain as a temporary irritation.
I won’t surrender, letting it become my bane,
Unless brought on by some ablation.
Any lacerations, I’ve always viewed as minor,
Whether stapled, sutured, glued or such.
Though some have produced a dandy shiner,
I’m not accident prone nor am I a soft touch.
From a seven hour stay in the ER I Just came,
For my eleventh sew, staple job on my head alone.
Each scar tells a story that’s never the same,
My twenty six scars began long before grown.
If hospital administered on an irregular basis,
Pills become my crutch for temporary relief.
I find pain a frame of mind in most cases,
And I avoid the road that might lead to grief.
I’ve seen a lot of days and some have been rough,
And a few of them has brought some scorch.
But if your like a Pit Bull who thinks he’s tough,
You won’t let fear keep you tied to the porch.
A Orgulous Heart
By: miracle Man
8/13/2018
He was an orgulous dude which put ego above all,
His love for himself had created a highway to ruination.
* “Pride goeth before destruction and a hearty spirit before a fall,”
Pride is only removed through God’s surgical ablation.
*Proverbs 16:18 K.J.V.
The last students you've loved slip out of the room
Their chairs ghostly, enshrouded, urns overturned
Your eyes survey the wreckage, the whisper-less ruins
Vultures and jackals lips lick, poised for their turns
This sinking treasure, deserted way-station
Empty hull, barren deck -- unrepentant ablation
Once-inspired platform and forum, so grand
Pitilessly metastasized to crumbs of sand
While the gay voices of those
Who've abandoned ship with such glee
Ring out to shores distant, eternal, carefree
Take 5-
A step back
Your distortion of reality
Deteriorating subconsciously
Unable to distinguish fact from fantasy
It’s not so bad –
Living in your imagination
What’s real or a hallucination
My mind is trampled with anticipation
Body facing ablation
Tortuous mind, its obligation
To dissipate the stagnation
Of a creative mind-
Obliteration of the finest
But hell, my own mind is biased
Immobilized by trepidation
like a prisoner on the rack
An imagined consternation
From another anxiety attack
Constant state of dissipation
From perceived things I lack
A complete liquidation
Making a weary insomniac
Like a slow and steady ablation
Like a stoic, reserved maniac
Uncompromising, hard society standards
and the rocky nature of some relationships
tend to hem me in from many directions.
Yet, the inlet of ideas, surges or in trickles;
The circumstances which either influence
or cause turbulence in my otherwise
placid existence; The outlet of thoughts:
my actions and reactions in need, in fear
in sadness, out of joy, out of the abundance
of my heart, all these things not only shaped me
to what I am now, but also help me thrive.
Daily ablation help remove the weight of excess,
connections which do not help but bring harm.
I reach into the deepest recesses of my being
with a gushing forth spring - fresh, nourishing.
Looking up toward the waters upon the heavens,
I send my unalloyed gratitude with the wind.
In return, I receive strength and renewal –
in soft rain, in torrents. I do not dry up.
After: Lake by Georgia Engelhard
For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Poets, Ten Days - Painting No. 4
Kim Patrice Nunez
10 January 2016
"Pleased to meet you",a friendly line
I guess you'll be my neighbor for a "little" while
Would you like to come in and have a tasty cup of tea
There is something I should show you
Something you would not believe
Now strung on a rafter through my affinity
You were a fly caught in a web of
maletecence when you fell asleep
Revolting from the stench of my malignity
Your barbed wire ripened flesh is only the beginning
Through my ablation of your anatomy
The bewildered expression on your face
shows the pain I thrive to see
Hung upside down,you are gutted pigotry
No one will ever know that it was ever me
Blood bubbles through your ears and gushes out your mouth
Your gargled scream no one will hear
To my binge I am devout
Terror stricken eyes and horror haunted soul
Your blood has bleached the floor since I plotted your demise
Through your fog glazed eyes I see your life deprived
Reflections of my beligerent smile confirms your last good-bye
Your necrology sealed through a macabrish mind
Pleased to meet you,it sure was fine!!!
Stress fractures
nerves worried faces
diagnosing ourselves
News bad good and bad flow from each
room
tears joy anxiety glee
Surgeons nurses physicians assistants
in out Xray MRI electro cardiogram
mumbles groans laughs
pains worries
anti-inflammatory analgesic ablation
bedside manner compassion
stoic silence brave exterior
resilient fragile young old
tired of hurting hurting tired
sterile antiseptic
STAT
replacement rehab rejuvenate rectify
Why me
biohazard no trash
bad magazines charts
forms forms forms
Hipa compliance
Hip replacement
shoulder pain
smolders
code blue code black
co-pay
Tendered traces of fleeting mist
Wafting wisps fluttering into the abyss
Flittering glitter that sparkles then is carried away by the wind
Floating flakes that waffle then aimlessly descend
Token tufts of fog that shroud then wantonly ascend
Blowing grains of sand drifting in a listless direction
Puffs of smoke briefly inhaled then transforming into an ablation
Specks of dust swirling then falling quietly to the ground
Rays of light that dimly glow then fade into the background
Blissful sounds that softly echo then are drowned out
Warm vapors satiate the senses then rapidly find dispersal route
TIME RUNS OUT FOR WINTER IN FEBRUARY
Ray of clear sun shows
The whiteness’s rival,
Announcing the soon arrival
Across the heaps of snows
Of a host of its fellows -
Not yet melting -
Calling distantly to spring -
Welcome yellows.
A simple beam of light
A messenger of ablation
Straight silent confrontation
Warning the winter’s white.
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