You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines
she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet
tracing paper cyan heed
never a plotter, never a san Juan never a San Francisco
But she is there too, with things on the verge of unsayable , she is there, too!
not to announce i am possible
but to possibly remind
even an ounce meant!
Rockefeller center and Rockford too
hit hard rock bottom with your pain
with all her pensive boon!
the 'MOTHER'S DAY' Poetry Contest entry
Screams of heart,
Pricks of needle.
Shivers of the Cadaver,
Breaking of thunder!
How can't I wonder?
Lying crushed on the land of tormentors.
Little did they realize,
How hard they made me cry.
The moment I asked,
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?
A pair of sight,
Staring deep, dark into my eyes.
An unspoken question reclined:
"Why are you still alive?
Why didn't you die?"
Lightning struck up high,
Leaving my undescribed condition behind.
Quivering digits seized the pen tight.
Praying and begging, I asked:
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?
A question came to my mind,
How shall I write when-
Feet remained immobilized,
Lips left paralyzed,
Tears dropping, symbolized,
The horrified ache of angina
Whispered a final byeee!
May now you tranquil,
May now you alleviate,
Since I reached that place
Where none can penetrate.
It's known as Paradise,
Completely different from my mind's eyes.
Is it the place to run?
Or a place to hide?
It was a big backyard,
big enough to hold
the imagination of a boy -
trees to climb,
sheds to explore,
a large lawn to swing a bat
or kick a ball
and in a quiet corner,
a sanctuary for prayer
when my grandmother,
bent over and groaning
with angina, had me
go there and ask God
for help.
There were long summers
of almonds, plump grapes,
peaches and apricots
and cold winters bursting
with big, bright oranges.
There were places where
you could heal a hurt
or hide when bruised and full
of fear. Sad how it grew
smaller with the years
like an old religion,
less important to life,
ignored until it shrank
to the size of a lemon tree
nourished only
by the beer filled bladders
of teenage boys back from
the local pub,
dying for a pee.
One made of Bonn china, somehow, gets a great attraction,
In steel and glass and plastic and bronze... lo, how many forms!
There's a creative artistic beauty in each faction,
Indeed, the craftsmen, in mind and heart, have their unique norms...!
I had one made of glass, in sky blue, a few years ago,
I had saved it like an antique valuable for long;
One day, lo, an absent-minded carelessness I did show,
I dropped it and broke; how long had I regretted my wrong...!
Jugs I have, now, a few in brass, steel, and Bonn china,
I consider them precious and see to their protection;
Yet, when I hold any of these a thought like angina,
Enters my heart and digs out my old buried dejection...!
As Images of God, humans continue the creation,
A jug too, like other gifts, can bring inner elation...!!!
Poised on a farm in Carolina
Not labeling yields “made in China”
There lived a cow and goat
With milk they couldn’t promote
Because their best milk caused angina
Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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I have a Christian Friend, Regina
She had never uttered '':
Not for all the tea in Big China,
As though it could give her Angina;
For life ban her from Holy Sinai...
Fears picked from Born - Again Wood Shiner
And Bible Student Friend Georgina,
Both of them passionate Catholics,
To alter their minds lots of New Tricks:
Among them planting cunning Martin,
His fine point fluent Catholic Latin:
At the last moment to Regina:
Mary won't kill for voiced .
Q.1.What causes sudden death??
A.Blocked or reduced flow of oxygen
rich blood to the heart muscle cause
Sudden death..
Q.2.What is angina??
A.Chest pain caused by restricted blood
flow to the heart muscle..
Q.3.What is heart attack??
A.Blocked blood flow to the heart..
Q.4.What is heart failure??
A.Heart is unable to pump blood Properly..
Q.5.What is stroke??
A.If you cut off oxygen rich blood supply to
The brain it is stroke..
Q.6.What is intermittent claudication??
A.A condition in which obstruction of the
arteries restricts blood supply to leg muscles..
Q.7.What is ABPI??
A.ABPI is ankle brachial Pressure..
Q.8.What is CHD??
A.Congenital heart defect is CHD..
Q.9.What is CNS injection??
A.Sodium thiopental is CNS injection which induces
hypnosis and anesthesia..
Q.10.What is neuromuscular agent??
A.Pancuronium bromide Neuromuscular agent paralyzes body’s voluntary muscles and lungs and blocks movement and speech Summun Bukmun Umyun Zafar Supari Pagal Nashai Wehmi Nafsiati game over...
Folk purchase this celeb’s new candle
It’s something my brain cannot handle
‘Smells like my v’gina’
Could give folk angina
This fragrance has caused quite a scandal
Inspired by a comment from a fancy friend who told me about the candle range by Gwyneth Paltrow! It only costs $75!!!
11/28/21
A tuberculoid South African miner
Was lately turned down by fiancée Dinah;
What shall her decision change to also move Mount Sinai,
Her lover part time book binder
To better forget his trusted Prophetess Regina;
Very unlikely now to be a solution finder
For his being further diagnosed with life-threatening angina;
All too inauspicious to not dream of things getting finer
Even if he should clench a lucky visa to China
For nursing back his body progressively getting thinner
Or clinch the more health-protecting job of document signer
The Most Fragile on Earth are we,
The creative brains, forever enslaved
By the jealous mistress, the Muse.
We’re the folk Fortune never embraced.
Emotions wide open, tears on the ready,
A fetish to embrace the senseless pain
Of all humanity. We end up most often
With angina, the sweet angst that kills.
Are we mad, are we magnificent,
Neither we nor our readers know.
We flaunt not our work, its beauty
Keeps us safe and forever on course.
From one setback to another,
We sail past disaster and honor
Our peers who defied misfortune
Their poems are of enduring glory.
Theirs were the heroic lives
Of unmitigated suffering:
Long years of want, unmerited
Persecution, insults and taunt.
We honor them, the poets of our past,
Their sacrifices indeed were not in vain.
We’ve learnt from them and their work
The undying beauty of enduring pain.
A siren from North Carolina
Once suffered from chronic angina.
Her dear beau found a cure
Of endearing allure -
He bought her a talkative mynah!
His goddess he loved calling Venus,
For "passionate love shared between us".
When the vicar came by,
The brash mynah let fly:
"We're lucky the Priest hasn't seen us!"
Louise Johnson had a cat named Purr.
It was mean as sin and was a her.
It broke up china
giving Louise angina.
So Purr fast became a cat that were.
When people ask me
“how are you”, I say “fine”,
a short reply but a huge lie,
because I am a walking hospital
where in every corner disease lurks,
from head to toe the list is below.
The head splits in hypertensive headache morning till night
One eye’s vision is hazy with AMD, the other’s with cataract
The red nose runs the whole winter with spells of sinusitis
The ears are blocked to near deafness by obstinate hard wax
The aching shoulders have been frozen long by spondylosis
The blocked heart paining in angina has two stents though
The stomach secretes burning acid more than necessary
The liver sends artery-full of LDL to the stenosed heart
The sluggish kidneys have built bags under the eyes
The bloated prostate breaks sleep thrice at night
The knee joints abrade painfully in osteoarthritis
The big toes swell red in ceaseless bouts of gout.
I am still walking my hospital,
searching for a patient doctor (GP)
who will take charge and cure me.
July 29, 2019
Contest : Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsor : Dear Heart
Left Carolina with an Angina
Had broken our hearts when we left Carolina;
Not only that what we all had was an angina;
Arteries hardened,
When not pardoned;
Is hereditarily declared in genes in our saliva.
Jim Horn
A HEARTY EXPERIENCE
Bad cholesterol found easy sites in my heart for deposition
Time came when they needed to be cleaned by operation.
Two stents were planted by what they called angioplasty
My heart would survive if the arteries didn't again get nasty.
As medical treatments were getting day by day costly
For future financial relief I got a health insurance policy.
I realized the meaning of the saying nothing lasts forever
When some years later my heart in angina started to quiver.
No options left, I had to lie once again on operation table
The doctors did their job well to make my heart stable.
The rightful claim of expenses the insurer refused to cover
For I had more than one stent placed already as heart saver.
I then realized howsoever in the ads the offers glint
In real life one shoulda read the fine print.
February 1, 2018.
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