Best Air Out Poems
If you can work, or go to school.
You will be allowed to. If not
how can you discover a non
spam or get rich scheme.
Promising to solve all of your
financial problems. "You can
earn $10,00 working from home."
I hung up my cell phone two
times.
Mary C. and I wanted to call
our mutual friend, Starshadow.
Who has self quarantined. But
on three occasions the robot
interrupted my personal my
Cricket cell phone. Because I
did not respond. They promised
to call me back within 42 or 48
hours. I will vote by disconnecting
the scam call.
Success at last! I was able to
call her and Mary dropped
off the sack lunch. Courtesy
of a Seventh Day Adventist
Church. Using the Central
Lutheran church's property.
The people did not know if
they would be back there
two weeks from last Sunday.
My friend Mary C and I will
not be attending any more
community meals in the
cities of Everett and Snohomish.
King and Snohomish Counties
are two of the most impacted
counties in the Evergreen State
of Washington.
Since all of the parks have been
shut down in Snohomish County
Washington. And mayor Cassie
Franklin has ordered Everett under
a lock down. President Donald
Trump is calling out the National
Guard for the State of Washington.
The State of Colorado has dispatched
300 doctors, nurses. and medical
assistants to the State of Washington.
And they have already arrived,
and are working.
The States of California, New York,
and I believe Illinois will also
have National Guards present
in their states as well.
Stay at home, stay safe.
Say your prayers, read your
Bibles and home devotionals
Attend your church's on-line
services if possible.
Air out your dwelling places,
if at all possible.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 12, 2020
the silver starlight embroidered the murmurs of that river
and he allowed himself to drown within the scent of ripe pears
flooding the air around him…
and while inhaling, he almost felt the threads of the past
knotting themselves in his chest,
memories hidden within the sweetness of the fragrance,
dizzying him like a strong wine…
he kept his breath for a moment…
‘you cannot hold time still…come on…exhale’,
he heard a voice inside him,
and he pushed the air out almost by force,
as if trying in the same time to exorcise his soul
of the remains of what-had-been-and-was-no-more…
‘too much dust in the air tonight’, he told himself,
and in the same moment he killed in the corner of his eye
the shadow of an almost born tear …
FOB Echo Iraq was a forward operation base near the Babylon site in the city of Diwaniya, in fact the US military put security hesco and fencing around the ruins for protection from all of the goons in the region. This was a hot base and the hajis would lob at least 3 salvos of mortar on us each day. February 06 i was walking from my CHU to the DFAC for lunch and i heard a rocket scream over head at low altitude, sounded like a high performance jet, about the most startling sound I've ever heard.. a hot second later the KBR laundry facility went up in an incredibly loud boom, a huge ball of fire, smoke, dust and debris ...... was the first to the entrance, the place was in flames and lying about 20 feet in the inside the door was the body of this cute girl wearing a blue KBR t shirt, she was folded in half.. i don't believe or at least i tell myself she didn't suffer or felt stress. i still see her face, just a cute girl, kind of mulatto, pretty, just trying to make a living and support her family back in the islands. Shortly after the US brought in Strikers and they raged havoc on the area for several weeks. That was and remained a hot base. Never so glad when i was on Cat Fish Air out of that hole... occasionally like last night, she comes to visit me in my dreams
Lovenom
Have you wondered how is that we fall in love?
Perhaps you thought a disguise blessing from above?
I say this deception is distilled with in us.
Deep with in the dark of the soul and venomous.
It’s the poison of the heart; the hemlock of the soul.
It leaves our eyes blackened; a gun powder dull.
It’s the pulse in our veins; the cadence in our blood.
It’s the oxygen overdose that floods our lungs.
It’s injected through our eyes in a moments glance
Infected like prey we'll never stand a chance.
We plagued our very hearts and minds with our own hands.
We plagued our souls and thoughts which we’ll never understand.
I’ve tried to unplug my heart and soul from this program
In attempt to see how addicted I really am.
But that only sucked the air out of my lungs
Which made me see the worst I’ve become.
Dress me up in this poisonous disease of fancy.
Before you know it I’ll be dead and you’ll be happy.
Dress me up in this permanent imperfection.
As my heart will ache for a cure to this infection.
Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Then FLASH
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be
When uptight....breathe!
Relieves tension.
Lie down,,close your eyes.
Breathe in slowly and fully.
Think..."Smell the roses!"
Fill lungs completely,
When breathing out, think..
"Blow out the candles!"
Let air out of your lungs,
Slowly..repeat and relax.
Hope this helps someone.
It does me...
Love,
Pangiexx
I don’t want to feel this way
As if you took all of the air out of my lungs when you left.
I fight through it everyday,
And you will never know how hard I wept.
You stole the only light I had
Leaving me in an world of silent nothingness.
I did everything you asked
Upon my worst enemy, I wouldn’t wish this loneliness.
I miss the way we’d laugh
And how we’d comfort each other when we would cry.
I miss the way we’d sing and dance
And the way you’d make me laugh without having to try.
But I hate your empty promises
And your cold, meaningless, and beautiful lies.
I was nothing but a distraction
But for me, you were the stars to my night sky.
For two years my love was yours
But now I know your heart was never mine.
For you, I’d crawl across the earth and more
And for you, I know I was just a way to waste your time.
I was never the object of your desires
Not even someone to whom you could tell the truth
You were a boy trying to build a man’s empire
Acting as if the world couldn’t see you were forever hooked on your youth.
You know, I guess I’m glad we’re not together
Just embarrassed that it took so long
You taught me through your mistakes that I deserve better
I don’t have many regrets but you were certainly something I did wrong.
Control of breathing is quite complex
And if you really check the specs
You find all kinds of balances and checks
Within the medulla, cells playing their role
The DRG, inspirational control
Using cyclic neurons for their goal.
Actions potentials from the DRG
These cells are cyclic and fire intermittently.
Then muscle contract to the best of their ability.
To the external intercostals and diaphragm they talk
And these muscles, at the neurons’ stalk
Follow orders and they do not balk.
And when they stop, the muscles relax.
Air is forced out as muscle slacks.
Volume decreases and Boyle’s Law acts.
So breathing in costs ATP
That means the use of energy
But calm expiration? It’s just free.
But when you need to force air out
Or at something, really shout
The VRG is what it’s all about.
It talks to abdominal muscles as well
As internal intercostals to make pressure swell
And air in the lungs can no longer dwell.
The Apneustic center in the pons is a source
Of a center dealing with force
Of an inspiration’s course.
The pneumotaxic center deals with duration
And both centers talk to each medullary station
And help regulate breathing condition.
The limbic system has some sway
In breathing fast or slow at bay
More than most realize, an important say.
And the hypothalamus, always of import
With its influence never falls short
In aiding ventilation, it lends its support.
For other than limbic, it deals with fever
When it tips the temperature lever
And makes ventilation a greater achiever.
Lastly there’s the cortex of the brain,
Whose job most think, is always to reign.
But when it comes to breathing, it is quite plain.
You can’t stop breathing by your will.
The lower centers always still
Make breathing a reflex, cortex input almost nil.
And just what drives this reflex to ventilate?
From where does the need originate?
From the chemoreceptors, it does emanate.
Receptors monitoring proton concentration.
Then messages sent without cessation
To the brainstem for increasing ventilation.
And hydrogen ions, where are they from?
Carbon dioxide and water, voila, they come.
The magic formula, carbonic acid does succumb.
Recollections after dinner:
When evening came how the neighbors gathered,
on the front porches and all the kids rode bicycles and screamed,
"Look Ma, no hands!" The reply was always a soft voice, "Dear be careful"
The dads were on one side of the porch and the moms on the other. Talks of what
had happened that day were ongoing, combined with what was going to happen.
Halloween, Christmas, Vacation, schools out and mom relieved of packing the daily
brown bag lunches.
It was a time when favorite recipes were discussed and who would host the next
backyard cook out of hamburgers, hot dogs and bring a dish. Dads talked of their
next fishing trip and how the big one always got away. The subject of college never
came up.
No one had a TV and the radio drifted through the screen doors allowing the music
to softly flow out onto the blissful porch.
Miss Jenny was always late getting to the porch due to her arthritis which was the biggest health problem, unless you fell down and broke your leg but that was
reserved for kids.
Everyone had an old oak tree in the yard as it made things cooler. Window fans
were prominent because they drew the air out from underneath the tree into the
house.
Whatever happened to sitting out? I miss it ....
Have you ever heard the sound that silence stirs
it is a sound like no other…as if nothing could possibly ever own an echo
a pair of feet going the wrong way on life’s clearly marked paths
Have you ever heard the sound of someone trying not to breath
no air in…no air out…no air out…no air in…no risk…no gain…nothing ventured…or lost
almost as if life itself enjoys the mockery….no life in…no life out..no winner…no loser
Have you ever heard the sound of someone slipping through the cracks
for one brief second a desperate plea of some sort wrangles your audience
save me….grab me….if you save one person in your life…let it be me….let it be today
Have you ever heard the sound of a whysp wandering idly
a gentle swish surrounds a moment not quite ready to be more than a tic or a toc
more…more than what……what can a whysp possibly wish to be…
....listen closely
Irish
Standing listening, listening, a brush of air passes by
The whaling, whaling, sound of the voice of the earth
Lisping, lisping, the words of the old and new
Hailing, hailing, you to stop and look and smell the air
The sigh, sigh, of hope that always given in time
Hush, hush, the noise has quieted down to a stop
The brushing, brushing, grass that is laid down by wind
Lashing, lashing, with quickness that cannot be seen
The high, high, notes that can be aching and soon heard
Snapping, snapping, ripping the air apart with its song
The loop, loop, which thrashes the leaves around
Standing, standing, letting the sounds brush around
The opening, opening, of lips pushing the air out
Whistling, whistling, that of which life has not gone out
The sun rises yet again,
And with it another battle to begin.
The dark star lit skies has not treated me well,
Torturing my mind with memories of times I fell.
The morning rays chase away the stories of discouragement,
Leaving only new demons without empathy or sentiment.
These burdens tax my body and weigh heavy on my mind.
Iron clamps of despair keep me in it's bind.
The war rages between loud cries of giving up and the rebel whisper of never.
The trenches leave me beaten and scared, hoping and praying it gets better.
Spilling my heart and soul through this pen,
Hoping my fractured world to finally mend.
The blows knock the air out of lungs, stopping the clocks mid-chime.
Emotions streaming down my face as I collapse for the last time.
Is this where I give up roll over and die?
Has the fuel for my fight finally run dry?
I muster up my last shred of strength an let out a loud cry,
The desperation fills my corpse as my soul reaches for the sky.
I scream at the struggles I can't physically attack,
The growls finally leave my vocal cords torn and taxed.
I retreat to my inner sanctuary to a place where the demons cannot reach.
I listen to courage, faith, hope and all they preach.
They pick me up, dusting me off begging me to try once more.
Return to my reality of bone and blood I am different then before.
These demons clever lies finally become evident fallacies,
Made up evils of horrid fantasies.
As my hands tremble, knees buckle and my arms feel short of strength, I stand,
I pile up my burdens on my back and set my footing on solid land.
To think this path would be easy was insane,
I now know what it is to know pain.
But through my struggle knowledge I gain.
How to manage the pain and work through the strain.
So I will work those arms, stretch out these legs and open those naive eyes and finally live,
Stand tall without apologies, and without any complaint to give.
Victorious I will be when the final page is read,
For my feet will not stumble again on this path that I tread.
I want to write a poem about loving someone
Do you know how to love?
Or have you ever loved?
When you love someone
You need to let them be themselves
They can't fully love you
if they are not themselves with you
Can't be judgemental
Know that what they say isn't what they think
Know that it can be here today and gone the next
I am talking about their devotion to you
as we are not God and we can't be perfect all the time
Know that they try hard but it will come off differently
Do you always want them to be perfect?
It would be boring, right?
Don't ever want them to try something
They just want to please you
but don't like it
Instead let them try on their own
You would like the innovation
What am I talking about?
Have no idea haha
Just thought...
And when they are mad at you
watch out
They are not mad at you per se
but at what you do
So correct it
But above all let them air out
If not it would be held up
only to be let out at a later date
Do you want a perfect home?
That is a perfect death, my friend
When people can't say things to each other
They tend to go separate ways
Do you always know what to say?
Expect silence
and not try to fill the void
I know more about you when I am silent
and you are talking
You know more about me
when we are both silence
What am I doing?
You will see
I may attack you
Just kidding
Not
So don't talk too much, okay?
Life keeps on testing and testing to no avail our sorrows keeps on escalating
When is it gonna stop taking the air out of us?
We look around searching for that beautiful breeze but it has already gone to the shores back to its origin!!
Why are we living in despair ?Why can't we walk through the norms of today?
It's not a war zone of forever,battling the champs of summer and it's gaze
The good breeze is about to dawn soon,the petrichor feeling is near.
Summer is about to sink!!
The Rains are near
We're no longer going to be pawns but those that embrace to live.
Let it rain.
Castro! the Diablo of Life succumbs to Death
Castro! the devil’s advocate
orchestrated hooligans,
and kept a destructive quest.
Turned a civil nation chaotic.
Death, destruction, and demoralizing tactics
fell tears through the land.
Millions of cries hit the skies over Cuba.
This a cry that would never stop
as even the dead keep crying
with endless shouts for mercy climbing to God .
Castro! the terrifying Diablo lassoed hate
into the children
and grew generations that altered a beautiful land.
A man with demonic eyes
squeezed the air out of the lungs of Cuba.
Without chains Cubans were in chains,
as he burnt their innocence,
and strangles those who oppose,
A fear drilled deep in the land.
Even the dead finds no rest.
Castro the Diablo of lives even in death.