Best Arterial Poems
A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.
The first sod to lift an unfolding nation
the first cut the inauguration the call,
have a thought pleasure seeker
enduring men with pick, shovel, some did fall,
his sweat given freely or not as the case may be
to mingle with earth removed
or deep within copse ghyll may well be for a tree.
The Dales emptied, of its men
famine ravaged Ireland too,
drawn towards the rush of new born adrenaline
a creation of foresight
when the need for this an artery to flow
through lock, tunnel aqueduct,
transforming her virgin land
albeit out of trades of old,
an era steeped in tradition
tools an extension: of one’s own hand.
Adverse weather geography
this realm having found fame,
complexity from above, below,
the elements the environment
nothing to stand in obsessions way,
from soil to solid rock, energy sapping
clods of clay negotiated all
amidst many tongues, yet same laborious conclusion
wheeled away by the barrowman;
horse and cart.
This precious land host to many heroes
those upon columns stand tall,
our sons live on in remembrance
a memorial for them all,
so to this symbolic structure
craved through hostile terrain,
a burly navvies sculptured cleft
within the very earth
his body one day to lay.
Oh the city Leeds, city Liverpool and those in between
the bargees upon the cut there now do dwell
living within the ideals of another time sown
but of ease it is with just a memory
conservation the historic debt on loan!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Feeling the desolation, of smothering air
Hemmed in by crowds; the obliqueness of fear
Throng of the city and no sight of the sun
Incessant noise and the desire to just run.
And I drive.
Arterial routes clogged by metal and wheels
Schizophrenic drivers living others ideals
Neon and lights sizzling the sides of the streets
Marketing signage, greed’s consumer receipts.
And I drive.
White picket fences, roses, and manicured lawns
Ridiculous box housing, erected for ludicrous pawns
Playgrounds, big supermarkets, cafes and parks
Sprawling suburbia with its pools built by sharks.
And I drive
Warehouses dispensing the needs of the hordes
Industrious factories like cash castles of lords.
Sawmills busily feeding more desecration of land
Refuse collection sites completely sterile and bland.
And I drive.
Ten-acre barons on frivolous bundles of dirt
Escaping urbanity in the unproductive outskirts.
Postage stamp fields supporting ponies and kids
While toffee nose parents sit in ultra posh digs.
And I drive
Paddocks of cattle dispersed through productive farmland
Shiny new tractors with men toughened and tanned
Marshmallow hay bales pimple the face of the ground
Irrigators urinate on earth until drowned.
And I drive.
Magnificent mountains covered in beckoning trees
Clear running streams and whispering breeze
Wild flowers gently waving as robins flit all around
Radiant true colours and smoothing calm sounds.
And yes I am home.
The relativity of wealth and poverty
Amazing.
Einstein’s formulations pale
In juxtaposition to universal carnage.
Obese pigs of a glam,
filled holes of cultural blacktop.
“Get your plump white asses off the necks
of the weak!”
“Who the hell do you think you are anyway?”
The cyclic nature of problem and solution;
“Ahhhhhh,” Eldritch Cleaver where are you?
“Thump, thump, thump,”
The arterial pulse of a puss infected
gangrenous limb
“YES,” whiteness
Raw, heedless, mercenary killers of diversity
Pristine sinks
Seek purity
GOD!
Listen as the wind whispers
secrets of my lost past.
It howls at my melancholy miseries,
shrieks at my heinous sins,
warning me of a fatal future
that is sure to be my looming last.
My destiny lies in my hands
as I linger in indecision
with your shadow in my heart.
For I cannot stop loving you
I cannot live a normal life
I hunger for food of love,
Only I can find none.
Whither shall I go?
The future is dark and uninviting.
My past is filled with fear,
my present is full of sorrow.
I think of you and my starved heartbeats
in dangerous arterial fibrillation.
I close my eyes in anguished hope
but cannot calm my tattered nerves
as the wind continues with its howls
for winter is sure to extend its days
although I believe and sincerely hope
that sublime spring is coming soon.
I ask, at what cost?
Coiled beneath the leaves, nothing is seen of his reprieve.
The viper’s warning is curtailed.
Silently masked among the decay, a wooden shelter becomes his stay.
The viper’s ambush is prepared.
Wanting, searching, like field mice the children are learning.
The teacher prepares to pounce.
Writhing, frothing, innocence from adolescence is fleeting.
Status quo, they begin to denounce.
Like poison, consumption, coveting is quickening within the arterial circulation.
Rebellious youth herald Marxist slogans.
Crying, suffering, parents beg for an answering.
Who trespassed within the kindergartens?
Forty Years now lost.
The working navvy did dig deep
He followed Brindly’s new laid plan
A transport system to complete
A salvation for the labouring man
As the furrow cut with sweat and maul
With breaking backs and torn sinew
Each man in turn to heave and haul
Sustenance for starving kin renew
Tracts of land transform through spade and pick
Veins enriching the countryside
Bringing new life, each shovel, each brick
Levelling earth, raising national pride
A true revelation this arterial plan
Almost lost through modernisation
Abandoned, grown dense, dispirit man
As steam and diesel grew within the nation
Each lock assiduously built
Before first steam engine’s whistle blew
Weeds strangle, progressive man’s new guilt
The canals ebb, debris as seeds strew
More beauteous now than ever been
Our arterial chart of the waterway
Each torn muscle, victuals did glean
Bed and nourishment for one more day
The navvy’s ghosts look down, heads held high
Their gnarled hands rest in heavenly peace
Majestic waterways dug in sweat with sigh
A once industrial, now beautiful masterpiece.
© 16/11/2013 GG Inspired by Harry J Horsmans'
free verse 'The Cut' which is a colloquial name for a canal
Having leg pain
May mean legs not getting
Proper blood flow
Called Peripheral Arterial Disease (PAD)
What is PAD
With PAD arteries that carry blood to your legs
Feet or arms clogged with fats, others
Can slow or even stop blood flow
Common sign of PAD leg pain or cramping
Pain comes when you move
As you Walk, climb stairs or exercise
May go away when you rest
Treating PAD
Healthy lifestyle can help
Provider may ask you to
Get regular exercise
Eat a heart healthy diet
Quit smoking
Important to control problems
Like
High Blood Pressure
Unhealthy cholesterol
Sometimes medicine
Surgery is needed for PAD
4142013
Lima has a pulse
arterial and venous it flows…
all the colors of the rainbow glow
in the mist of Pacific sea's
hectic days and disco nights
beat into the sand at the ocean's lea.
Lima's life flows
from Palacio de Gobierno ...
in measured meter from the fountain glow
amidst a Catholic sea
spirits rise of the children of the sun
cleansed of their faith by papal decree.
Lima wealth flows
its chic denizens prance baroque boulevards
barricaded behind razor wire's show
life for the wealthy addressee
distanced from the hovels of El Salvador
and the festive strum of the mariachi.
Lima has a pulse
arterial and venous it flows...
as buses disgorge invaders, colorful, slow
Shamanism lies in a Catholic sea
proud, head held high, clinging to He
beat into the sand at the ocean's lea.
It's a cool mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
compressive but maniacal
down deep fried effervesence continued a bliss
smooth blow horn alive high frequency antedote
fever pitch a b--i-- t==...c,,,h mellow deed digestive
cornerstone just picked, not canned cloud
billows apiece with networks intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to gut cord
noose cadence couffiures---who needs to look
when you can heartfeel the resonance trueblue
mild like casket breaths mishapen to formless
'guises compact summer stated summer not
he--ightened proseless panarama to stiffle
the mistermasters time corrided but indelibly
remembered and "coited to us"---like
creature interruptus. Follow the ill laid scheme
and bottleneck every word line graph to a sinomeasure
rhyme myth only time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the void with the
gush of private reserve subvintage--but held
crime captive via socioprocastination of free, non taxable
no interest due, no penalty for "early withdrawal"
purely personal, single minded, "brand H-one
owner single sibiling thought jester cannibal
yum yum eat'em up eat'em up.
ARTERIAL BITE ---- MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
Has not my love been welcomed in delight
when no one else could woo the heart of thee,
so what recourse has moved you to this night
of holding back the love you promised me?
No mere bloodsucking's what I have in mind
but like the finest wine--appreciate
what love has layed here at your feet to find,
enjoy-- or when you cum, you'll cum too late.
No jugular has put out all this much
to princes of the dark, forget their claim!
now I place no demands on you as such;
to choose my love, you've but to say my name.
So lay you down, and bare where I should feed;
your artery, where flows the blood I need.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
It's a cool measure of our ex'd life blood low
family volume keeping the venous-return and arterial
alert-compressive, but youth manical-down
deep fried effervescence continuance abliss
smooth blowburn alive-high frequency antedote
fevered pitch-a mellow deed
digestive cornerstone just picked, uncanned
cloud billows a piece with network intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to a gut cord
noose cadence coiffure--who needs to look
when you can heartfeel a resonance true blue of
mild like casket breath misshapen to formless
guises compacting a summer stated, summer not
he-ightened proseless panaroma to stiffle
the mister masters time corro-did but
indelibly remembermarked
and "coited to us"--like creature
interruptus. follow the ill laid scheme and
bottleneck every word line graph to a sinco
(rap) measure rhyme myth time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the
white void with the gush of
private reserve vintage but held captive
via sociopropacastration of free, non
taxable, no interest due, no penality
for "early withdrawal" purely personal
single minded, brand H----one owner
mono little rascal sibiling extract, thought jester cannibal
yumyum eat'em up-eat'em up. Napkin?
I remember when we were little and I always imagined we would grow old together. You always loved butterflies and sunflowers, the brightest things and even singing you are my sunshine to your daughter as we got older. We had our fights, but we always forgave each other. When that day came and you gave birth to your daughter I knew youd be a great mom but we found out something terrible. You had a disease called pulmonary hypertension. Your lungs and heart gradually got worse, I watched you month by month get sicker.. and thinner.. your hair was falling out. I never imagined how it would feel having the disease until November when I fainted and they told me I to had it. You were by my side every day, helping me through it.. through the change I never imagined we would face. Together we understood while everyone around us never did. The night you went to the hospital .. because you had pain and we found out it was a blood infection, you caught 4 months.. good and bad nights we were so close to that lung transplant but it just ... didnt seem good. We spent time together, I saw you every day I could. The night they took you in for your heart surgery.. I looked at you so beautiful so strong, you faught so hard.. I thought I'd see you again.. laughing and smiling.. talking walking and breathing.. days after the surgery you never woke up.. and we lost you. That day we made the toughest desicion .. to let you be free... and I swear now I always see butterflies.. everywhere I go I know you're still with me but I just feel like I cant see ahead .. I always thought wed stand.. together at the end.. you're at peace.. you're flying .. you are a beautiful butterfly and I know you will live on in memory and in the heart. I love you, my dear sister...
Fight for a Cure
Pulmonary arterial hypertension
I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting
breast is buoyed by a soul flush and filled
which barely contains the flesh of fertilitiy's spores.
O Gaia, O Goddess, I long for those days
of iniquitous youth when freedom meant
free from every constraint to play with Satyrs
and Fauns of forest and field as we chase
after Nymphs with bright light still shinning
the sun's youthful truth in their golden fair hair.
I long to follow the arterial, blood-sap flow
of rivers that constantly nurse the infantile hungers
of ravenous earth; then join the beauty Europa
as naked she throws her thin white ivory arms
around God's muscular neck while he absently strokes
the first flush of pink on her pale white breast.
ARTERIAL BITE ---- MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
Has not my love been welcomed in delight
when no one else could woo the heart of thee,
so what recourse has moved you to this night
of holding back the love you promised me?
No mere bloodsucking's what I have in mind
but like the finest wine--appreciate
what love has layed here at your feet to find,
enjoy-- or when you cum, you'll cum too late.
No jugular has put out all this much
to princes of the dark, forget their claim!
now I place no demands on you as such;
to choose my love, you've but to say my name.
So lay you down, and bare where I should feed;
your artery, where flows the blood I need.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
I am the muteness behind naivete
Born as the duplication of despair, flunked
A demented soul
An impaired self of bureaucracy
Jaded at the tip of shadow
Above it stood the gray
Quietly stabbed the main arterial venous of the real life chemistry
Sneaking low to a shallow sac of each personal sense
Like a deadly poison, odorless nor tasteless
The fall gradually buried in faint
Dejected
Lonesome
Lost images, abstained lite
Living as the reality of achromatic which yet spurred
Speaking of the colorless
Speak to the life with no magic
The life which got sucked by the spell of affliction
Beneath the autism of a blur
Life decayed when the magic got sealed
Illumination shriek within the cavity of its dull voice
Speaking of the somber
Speak to the life with no magic
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