New surroundings breathing life into me,
My lungs fill with cool air, it’s sustaining,
Inhale, exhale… each breath: stress waning.
Blood transporting excitement toward an apogee.
Continuing to pump, this heart of mine,
With each beat powering this internal clock,
Sixty beats-per-minute, sounds of tick-tock,
Time slows down establishing new baseline.
Swinging from a new equilibrium position,
My emotional pendulum keeps the pace,
Balancing the new way of life I embrace,
Preventing my mind splitting from social fission.
Each moment an opportunity for refreshed soul,
Taking it slow and breathing it all in carefully,
Every breath, filling these lungs heartily,
To live a full life each minute; my new goal.
Dear Heart.
Sometimes you get attacked and keep on ticking.
At times, you take abuse and keep on kicking.
Sometimes we eat wrongly and never seem to learn.
This often causes you to get sick with heartburn.
Sometimes diseases develop and cause you to stall.
Without you, mortals would have no life at all.
Some time ago, I learned that for most of us, between
60 and 100 beats per minute were normal. Nearly 8 years ago,
my heartbeats were irregular and my heart rate was under 40bpm.
A pacemaker was installed inside my chest to assist you in
keeping me alive.
Since that procedure, you have enabled me to thrive.
I am learning to relax and decrease stress. I am learning
to take naps and get more rest. I am sure that you work harder
than a worker bee. Today, I just wanted to take the time to say
Thank you, Heart, for working so hard for me.
012823PStest, Dear Heart Poetry Contest. Mystic Rose Rose. 2p
It is more than a vessel,
beats per minute to measure the feeling by,
a machine of flesh with a breadth beyond physical boundaries.
a universal expansion placed within..
How do people make it fit?
the gates first need to open before any light will be let in.
The Heart
The love..
Please fit
I wonder how to do this,
to walk among-st the Judas.
this heavy mind inside my head
weighs me down with thought excess.
obsessed with success
I never find.
inside this troubled mind
I am blind.
besides the head there is the heart,
one that beats and seldom stops.
it decides by beats per minute
filters out thief's and bigots.
it ticks and tocks
reminding me how much longer I've got.
it sparks the brain to think again
and circles back to moments.
when the heart beats, the mind thinks
it starts again, and then repeats.
Most times,
old heart,
you're like
a sultry walking blues;
48 beats per minute
of Muddy or John Lee
shuffling a twelve bar,
never out of rhythm,
classic, lazy,
drowsy
old man's beat
boom,boom
boom, boom
boom, boom
boom, boom
Old heart,
your beat's
sometimes like
a vicious bebop chorus;
Coltrane or Parker
blasting a furious solo
as the notes fly up my
chest like bubbles
rising in water
and popping
through the
surface
Old heart,
I don't mind
your bebop
and I love your blues
But please don't
learn any
techno
Or we're done
Y'hear?
The way my heart
beats per minute
Is like no other
without you in it
You complete
my soul
Without you
it's just an empty hole
The way my heart
knows your near
It is like
I have nothing to fear
You are so deep
inside my heart
I know that I can't
live with us apart
I love you more
than you will ever know
Because of you
my heart will always glow
The way my heart
feels when you touch me
It is like I
can't breathe
I have the heart
and you have the key
and forever you
belong to me
You make my heart
studder
And the butterflies
flutter
Forever
you have my heart
So you will
always know we won't ever depart
She looked at him suspiciously,
as he entered the cold basement,
he was alone, so he thought,
and she saw him sweating,
as her heart raced,
and it skipped several beats per minute,
he took a deep breath,
and pulled out a .38,
she tried to clear her head,
but she heard music,
haunting music, chilling music,
music that entertains the dead,
he put the gun to his temple,
dropped his head,
and he squeezed the trigger,
as she released a mocked laughter,
an insanity cry,
as the blood covered her clothes,
and terror filled her eyes,
suddenly reality entered,
and there was no where to go,
so she screamed.. " Oh daddy NO!"
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