Best Angina Poems
FRANK AND TIM AND BEIJING
Frank and I planned a visit to Beijing,
The attraction was their night life
And bright lights,
Maybe we would visit one or two
Historical sights?
We drank a lot on our trip
To the East,
And we didn’t feel disturbed in
The least,
That the passengers just gave us
A glare and a stare,
And most probably wished we were
Really not there!
We arrived, and the pilot wished us
All a pleasant stay,
Wow, we were now ready to begin
Our two week holiday,
But what now, we could not speak
A word of Chinese,
Not even to say hello, thank-you
Or please!
On the way to the youth hostel 10 men
Surrounded us with guns,
They bundled us into a chauffeur driven
Bentley,
Not one of them spoke English, and not at
All friendly.
For a fleeting moment I thought we
Are now going to die,
And that our end was horribly nigh!
They ushered us into an opulent mansion
And said,
Now you see boss, this time I had a very
Real vision of us on the floor, dead!
The boss, an eccentric man briskly
Walked in,
Exceptionally tall, and very thin,
I recognized him immediately, he
Was my Mom’s brother, Uncle Ben,
He looked at me and laughed, something
Was wrong,
But at least we could speak to him,
In our mother tongue!
He explained that he was the boss of
A drug ring,
Now there’s a thing!
My Uncle Ben,
A drug lord
I was in no mood for him
To invite us on board!
A mistake he sheepishly explained,
They were looking for the brother,
Of his head man’s mother!
He apologized on behalf of what,
His men had done,
I couldn’t wait to tell my mom!
Uncle Ben offered us his Bentley for
The remainder of our holiday in China,
And that he was about to retire,
Because, he suffered from Angina.
Our last day arrived, we got on
The plane,
Tim and I wrote Uncle Ben a card and
Thanked him a ton,
We had made memories in Beijing
Only experienced by some,
Like ours, probably none!
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 light, I was out panting the clown red when I met a Sadie from Francis who I found to be quiet subtractive. It was apparel she thought I was distracted two because she ted, “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” To witch I supplied "You can let your coucher I due.”
Sew, we dove to a rotel and wented a womb and that’s where it all rent wong. I dimply could NOT maintain my direction! I even deported to taking two extra-length Niagras butt no lice! My ergo was scattered to say the piece, although she was quiet patent with me at second, basking, “Comment allez-vous, mon ami?” I dancered, "Not very bien, mon cherry, déjà vu?"
Swell cokes, let me sell ya, she was so beset and vivid it took a few momentums for her to apply. FINALITY she basked (In broken England) “Deja who? Who is Déjà and what the PLUCK has Vu got to do with the price of a flea on a panda in Angina?”
To take a short story long, she got it up, put her clothes back off and resorted, “Au revoir, tu salopard!”
"Salopardon madamit? Did you dust ball me a dastard?" She had the VERVE to say: ”If the necker shrinks, then bare it, and your pepper sure did slink and you better relieve THAT, you old pool!”
Whelp, I won’t go into any moor of the sorted retails here. Needles to hay, I will sever foreskin that incidental and will always dismember that humilitating tight
I depose one gives and sperms…
Translations:
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? – Do you want to sleep with me tonight?
Comment allez-vous, mon ami? – How are you doing my friend?
Tres bein, et vous? - Very good, and you?
Mon cher - My dear
Au revior, tu salopard – Goodbye, you bastard
Ever watch the man pull into wheelchair parking,
get out of his car and walk into a store.
Ever watch an obese woman eating at a buffet
and you think there is just no excuse,
Ever see a teenager with piercings standing in a store,
you quickly move to another aisle.
Ever stand in line for a cashier and tap your feet
while the elderly woman counts out her change.
Ever look at the woman wearing a hijab
and think she is different and cannot be trusted.
Ever want to sit down on the bus
but some young whipper-snapper does not give up their seat.
Ever consider that you may be prejudice
and need to carefully examine why you feel that way.
Consider this;
The man in wheelchair parking has heart disease
and cannot walk long distances without developing angina.
The obese woman gained weight when she developed arthritis
and is no longer able to work-out as she had when she was well.
The teenager is kind and thoughtful and was about to ask you
if you need help in reaching an item on the shelf,
The elderly woman worked hard all her life and is just trying to make
the cashier’s life easier by giving her the exact change.
The woman wearing the hijab is a kind and caring person
who is about to become your physician,
The young whipper-snapper on the bus has just been diagnosed
with cancer and is too weak to stand for the ride,
Ever think that you are making judgement
without knowledge or the full facts.
No more prejudice,
Ever.
Written September 9, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“Stand”
Upside Down World
The great man and conjurer of poetic license sat behind
the analytic couch and murmured to himself that it is
all about aggression and sex lots of sex for that grave matter
it shapes the world from underneath a smouldering gun
Phallus in metaphoric metaplastic hands ideas vibrate
‘what goes up must come down’ he pondered as he smoked
the cigar piped up dreams when a pipe is simply not merely
a flute and the lute brings luscious shadows to the fore
Eros meanwhile contemplates on regal roads from joy
to consciousness at ninety-six the styx is near enough
What has the world come to he’s no more sixty-nine
where is Freud’s promise as wars rage rampantly but
flaccid skin shrivels beyond tall towers of yesteryear
when hedonistic gardens slipped quietly from paradise
Eye-sight vanished hearing demised turgor spent and forces
only a distant reminder of battles fought for the human
condition he reads ‘ARGAIV’ on the blister pack he holds
with arthritic hands his heart attacks soft memories when
the nurse wipes him clean and he slobbers his tablets
It is a downside up world and time has tattooed Eve’s apple
upside down on his loins and the growing pain of a promise
once held of a better world with kindness love and compassion
Eros with Freud in his thoughts has again mixed up his drugs
as moaning angina takes over when he swallows his swan song
He should not have kept that one VIAGRA capsule maybe and
only his world in last rites is a much better place
My owner is very lucky,
Always when he stands
Front of a big building,
He compares in his mind,
He has all luxuries,
Bank balance, big trade,
Heavy comfortable vehicles,
But I am only a security guard.
It is totally injustice,
He complains to God,
But when his owner acrosses,
He always said you are very lucky.
He was healthy and a sound body,
And a very good appearance,
Later he found, his owner is diabetic,
He also has blood pressure.
High cholesterol and angina,
A fear of heart attack was maintained,
He suddenly fell over,
And he had stroke.
Before he was died,
He went into comma,
Few months he was dumb,
Body was survived with machines.
His wife died with kidney failure,
Son got a terrible shock,
He was admit in mental hospital,
Oh God, I am not security guard,
You are my security Guard,
I am very lucky, indeed.
Santa learned about a year ago that the North Pole was thawing slow,
And in the not too distant future, he may be adrift on a perilous floe!
That was disturbing, but another situation has elicited little cheer.
(As if the jolly old gent didn't have enough to worry about this time of year!)
His toy making operation has slowed and there's little work for the elves,
Resulting in massive lay-offs and, sadly, a lot of bare and empty shelves!
Many of his little sprites collect unemployment due to the lack of work,
And Mrs. Clause nags him about getting decent work, driving him berserk!
Things deteriorated to such a degree that he asked Obama for largesse,
And of course he replied, "Sure! I'll tax the rich to cover your distress!"
This unfortunate dilemma has caused Santa a serious bout of angina,
Since nowadays, most of Santa's goodies are being "MADE IN CHINA!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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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.
BIASED
THE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED
LIKE AN OLD MANOR,
THE ALFRESCO HAD TURNED
INTO SIRROCO OF LIFE.
IT HAS GIVEN ME THE
MASOCHISH OF LIFE.
IT HAS BEEN RUINED LIKE
GHATS OF GANGES
BY PREACHERS WHO ARE
FAKE TO THE WORLD.
THE LIFE HAS ANGINA
WITH BOULEVARD OF
NO FUTURE.
THE BELL LOST ITS RING,
AMETHYST LOST ITS
COLOR,
I HAVE BAD PIEANO NOTES
ON MY FINGER.
THE COLOR OF RAINBOW
IS BIASED,
LIKE ME.
WHICH HAS NO REASON
TO CHANGE.
THE FEEL IS GIVING
ME COUP DE GRACE
EVERY MOMENT OF LIFE
AGAIN N AGAIN.
STRENGTH
I AM IN CLUSTROPHOBIA
OF LIFE AGAIN.
BUT I AM TOO STRONG
I WILL BE OUT OF THAT
PAIN.
LET IT BE A CLANDESTINE
TO THE WORLD.
IT WILL COME OUT SOMEDAY
I KNOW.
THE PEOPLE AROUND ME
WILL REGRET IT ONE DAY
I KNOW.
CONUNDRUN WILL BE
SOLVED ONE DAY-O.
THE DAY WILL NOT BE
MY CORTEGE OF MY
LIFE-O.
I HAVE STRENGTH TO
COME OUT OF THAT
ANGINA ONE DAY-O.
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!"
I pledge allegiance with heartless intent to this flag
of the united states of America
cause the politicians got the cat in the bag
and my wallets overflated numerica
this is a government of the people by the people for the corporation
I solemnly vow to work hard and hold my head down
let hypocrisy run free in our nation
and battle to wear the crown
who really wears the big boy pants
when their all made in china
why does the news agency rave and then rant
when there a dead dinosaur with angina
patriotism is robotic
when war spending is a common goal
we need some antibiotic
so that we all don't get the pole
this one I dedicate to you and I
the bright spark of life that barely cared to try
shooting itself upon the foot while telling you a lie
classified quite top secret so no one may cry
Nature provides equal opportunity to grow,
Plants, animals, birds and human has growth, process is slow.
Heat, cold, air and soil has fertilisation for food,
Rain helps for everyone growth that is fruit or wood.
A Lion is non-vegetarian; his food is only meat,
He has a terror for animals and a human defeat.
Elephant is vegetarian greenery is his food,
A Man shares his burden when he has a big load.
He uses Lion and elephant to train for a circus,
He seeks only enjoyment when he feels he is fuss.
Elephants win the battles for a man,
He fights against an enemy when he is train.
Animals eat animals, too birds and sects,
They also eat grain and fruit for their pickets.
A Fish eats only fish but everyone eats fish,
Only a shark has attack for his tasty dish.
A human eats food, fruit and meat for energy,
He takes vitamins and minerals for heat clergy.
Iron keeps us warm helps blood to maintain strength,
Vegetables and fruit help a person for a term length.
Obesity, blood pressure, Angina and heart attack,
Garlic, Ginger, onion comes in a kitchen back.
Blood cholesterol, clouts and arthritis,
When he feels sick he opens, a vegetable lights.
A person learns about his food when he is weak,
He learns to cook a soup, carrot, mushroom and leak.
Celery, lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes he eats fresh,
Cauliflower, peas, potatoes and broccoli, he boils dish.
Cheese, Milk, sugar and salt, make a bread tasty,
Chocolate, cherry and flour make a pleasure pastry,
Chips and crisps, young food, fry, grill and cooking,
Chutney, sauce and vinegar he orders for a taste booking,
Air, water and food, a natural system for existence,
What is right to eat or wrong a man seeks balance?
A Man likes to enjoy life, healthy body and mind,
Younger generation and memories he lives behind.
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
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.