I saw American maiden with the choky breath
Panting sideways with the teary face .
I recently listned the siren of ambulance
And family sobs and I went past to her
Unfortunately, the ambulance left
It was a painful tragedy
Which made kins cried
I was anxious and tensed
When friends rosed questions about why
I could be rather be speechless
Eventhough I was questioned by my college mates
Which was unspoken incident which made
me numbed and fearful
it resulted in trauma and flashbacks
This is a painful tragedy
I could nt resist why
When I listened the wailing voices then
It made me cry
I could not forget the girl that
Was in my mind
every breath was a wheeze
sometimes it sounded more like a whistle
who was making this sound?
I stilled myself the best I could
my nose was whistling
my mouth was wheezing
two perks of being an asthmatic
add the perk of having to struggle to breathe
and you are part of this party
asthma is not kind
its an awful way to die
breathlessly scary
A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...
Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...
Worse than malfunctional plasma
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!
It hits targets like A Blizzard,
Victim, breathing-wise A Lizard;
Amynophilline in one’s vein
Expected Rescue sometimes vain…
For widening The Air Chambers
And dousing of The Red Embers
Marax Tabs that quicken The Heart Beat
But effects not often The Sweet…
Helped by Cough you are just finished!
You hang on to life, The Punished!
Heaven or Hell you just wait for me:
Have I not tasted as Hot Tea?
One’s love-making strength quite dubious,
No woman gives one looks serious:
Then judge its Atrocious Mischief
That leaves The Hurt in Numbing Grief…
Then who ranks it below Cancer
Might not win uniform answer
Listen to her death certificate’
Who’d fought for life’s duplicate
“Severe Anorexia
Secondary to status asthmaticus”.
Oh! How it had rung worse than Amnesia
And had meant some asthmatic curse.
Several struggle -out “God, Receive my soul’’
As death bell was about to toll
I, to the hilt, a struck-dumb spectator
For the longest seconds, tongue-tied commentator
Soon, rapidly pondering not why she should expire
But why villainous terminator should soon acquire…
At conspiratorial 9:25 pm
Breathing becoming lame,
A kick-started rigor- mortis locking her jaw,
My father striving to restrain a law
My own hand withdrawing from a once-banging heart,
Never wanting a second nearing of what should be soundless.
A new contentment with a mentally arranged cart
That should to a fridge make it noiseless…
A resuming night nurse in a provocative see-through,
Richly delivering part of what Irene had said as true..
A hospital of some ineptitude
For losses borne with fortitude.
On this day, twenty- four years you left
Rock of ages for me cleft.
My child has a love of poetry
It is rare, for she is only nine.
In her bare mind, words are potpourri
floating, rhyming by stanza, by line.
Holding a book ever so tightly
(it relieves the raw ache in her chest),
my sweet Emma floats almost nightly
carried by puffins in a bird nest.
She paints her pictures lying in bed
dreaming up puffin activities.
Writing what's in the front of her head,
one of her common proclivities.
Her situation stems from asthma
of pet hair and seasonal rebirth.
She fancies ease from the miasma,
high above noxious coughing on earth.
Starting with nursery rhymes at three
we have read Silverstein and Dahl
both of us memorize easily.
Her choice today is Lewis Carroll.
My Emma lives in her Wonderland
especially with a nebulizer.
Her teachers all seem to understand
it's “down to earth” math that defies her.
August 23, 2021
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name The One Who Touches My Heart
Asthma
A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air,
The shortest of unsure breaths drawing,
The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing;
A judging of the whole affair unfair.
My trachea thinking of its resignation letter,
Worsening the picture of Seeker of the Better;
My two lungs scheming to lock up their shop,
Evidently not touched that a life might drop!
A straight cash payment for my casket witnessing,
The quickest arrival of any inhaler pressing
To like a monkey grab it
And just remember not to like a buffoon actuate it.
It has been an army of surest triggers
Of the asthmas of Gents and s
Between the Extremely Cold and the Awfully Hot,
The Chokingly Dusty and bad smells we’ve got,
The Painfully Annoying and the Helplessly Funny;
The Unhelpfully Laborious or tasks perfectly thorny
Yep, all extremities
Lacking in niceties
That should a doctor lift off his feet
To quell The Respiratory Rebellion – a feat
asthma petri dish
cigarette smoke in a car
children hostages
Count 1, 2 or 3 failed breaths
Insatiable hunger in my chest
Breathe, struggle, gasp and yawn
My body drowns in the air
I always pull through, a fleeting ecstasy of relief
Feeling exhausted, I wish I could quit
The next battle begins
-Note-
Hopefully some of the awesome people I met on PoetrySoup 3 years ago are still here. It's admittedly been a long time since I dipped my toes back into the world of creative writing. This is a simple one to start. If anyone relates to this one, my thoughts are with you.
My head is a giant ball of hurt.
I doubt I would feel a Mack truck
If it ran over my head today
For I am already that sore.
I had heard of a head cold
But this is ridiculous.
I am so over being sick
So totally over it
Yet here I am in the throes of death
Wishing I had my health back
Not remembering what good
Feels like.
My asthma wheezing has kept me home today.
Saving my life no doubt, in a most wonderful way.
Winter advisory is on her way to dance and play.
No one who wants to live should be out today.
One of my inhalers is at school, but not a worry.
The birds and the squirrels are all a flurry.
There are things to cook with spice of curry.
But no time to waste, fret, worst of all worry.
My asthma wheezing has kept me home today.
Out of the traffic, so dark and mean, in every way.
I have a glass door, so hip hip hooray, like a play…
I am watching the fastest snowfall I have ever seen.
My asthma wheezing has kept me safe today.
I am looking forward to you February
You usually give me an asthma episode,
Squeezing my throat with your cold air,
Sending me to the hospital.
Not this year, not 2019.
This year I will finish the valentines day party,
Confident and pleased that you did not kill me
That you did not get me down, or upset me.
I am looking forward to you with the
Confidence of a mad man.
I have a new wrap around scarf.
Your below freezing temperatures cannot hurt me.
Come on February.
Give me a taste.
I am outside, standing firm.
Ready to cut out valentines and dance!
Written 2-4-2019 Contest: February 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Done it once, and done it twice. Done it simple, and done it nice.
Done it a thousand times today. She is called breathing, and she don’t play.
Done it once and done it twice. If you’re an asthmatic, you roll the dice.
If you’re an asthmatic, you had better understand her way.
If you’re an asthmatic, an inhaler you had better know
When to head to the hospital, and please do not be slow!
I have survived times that I thought would be the final blow.
Why I am still breathing, probably only One will ever know….
ELEPHANT
An elephant is sitting on my chest,
It's comfortable there,
I want it anywhere
But have his butt exactly there to rest.
He crushes every silly hope to breathe.
He loves to hear me wheeze,
I cannot even sneeze.
He's chosen me to be his favourite seat.
If you, sweet friends, do know a cozy zoo?
For lazy elephants,
So I can raise my hands
And give my Ventolin a puff or two?
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November 6, 2016
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