Best Cardiac Poems
I am as sick as sinus syndrome
At times as lively as V-fib
Accelerated, polymorphic…
Another temporary blip
then Mobitz II attacks.. times slows
it creeps by like prolonged QT
complete heart block would likely follow..
screw that, I’m back to SVT
It never stops, it’s pretty hopeless
I’m getting sicker day-by-day
No chance for cure, time to go
Time to succumb to PEA
Passion seiged my heart
but systole couldn't even hide...
cardiac arrest
my cardio-myopathy has now become deformed
they say its hyper-trophic and obstructive to my flow
there's danger in its nature, so say the minds of those
who run my life
and need my strife
to buy their kids some clothes
Impossible to not remember
Preserve thoughts in precious amber
Promise that you feel it too
Do you feel it when I think of you?
A matter of proficiency
Tidal collision where oceans meet
Can't define real from spoof
Ignites already flaming truths
Mistook the flame you burnt for me
As a bonfire for my dignity
Erodes and weathers, faded grandeur
Just how much can a heart endure?
Wealthy thrivers off polarizing put-down strategies
calcify toxic win/lose Capitalization patterns
building up around bicameral governing hearts
of our health-wealth struggling
ebb and flow financial system.
Investment of time and money,
nutrition flowing in established monoculturing directions
tends to stick there,
accumulating ever more fatty tissue,
monopolistic
monotheistic
monotonously chronic issues
of economic heart failure
ensues hardening of political life's
systemic trauma arteries.
More polycultural integrity
of Win/Win co-passion
sustains resonant
ecologically economic enlightenment
and neurologically healthy
resilient political empowerment
where monocultural supremacy,
with stressed-out hardening arteries,
will fail
to optimally thrive,
while sucking in environmental resources
until formerly healthy families
and communities
and species over-consume
and wilt
and fail
faster than our interdependent
systemic healthcare replacement rate.
What do starving and thirsty bio-health systems need from you
with you
of you
through you
to share with you
every nurturing grace we could cooperatively contain?
My answer does not end
with another monotheistic TrumpCard,
or anthro-supremacist
patristic
industrial ballistic
militarized Capitalistic
retributive justice competition.
These are in dynamic opposition
to all reconnecting religious feelings
and thoughts.
Hearts over-flowing with oppositional power-investment
will only further harden current monotheistic death-trends,
traumatically degenerative
EarthCardiac arrest
of panentheistically religious
indigenous
love-life revival.
Burger King’s and KFC’s
Large kebabs topped off with cheese
Too many beers slip down with ease
A Double Whopper, no salad please
Pile on the pounds, put on the weight
That greasy fry tasted just great
Eat it all, let’s clear the plate
Another bar of chocolate
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Fresh cream buns, so nice to eat
The icing sugar tastes so sweet
Scoff the lot and then repeat
A McDonald’s meal, a late night treat
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Taking a walk, an alien activity
Go to the gym? To much productivity
Lazing around is joyous proclivity
All hail the God of inactivity
And now I regret being such a glutton
I should have refused that last plate of mutton
Wishing there was a reset button
For a life of chips and beer and bacon
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Dangerous days
Truly , we are living in a world wher life has no guarantee
We have no clue of what's happening in the system.
We are no safe ,The lean people leaving their life through heart stroke.
The young people are suffering from cardiac arrest .
Life has no stability ,now a days..
Dangerous days..
We might be laughing ,standing ,walking but the next moment we are prone to brain stroke ,fell down become unconsciousness ,wake up in the hospital bed.
Dangerous days.
We can't plan our life ,because we might never know of death disturbing us..
Truly ,dangerous days ..
No life has warranty...
We might be proud of technology ,but still no sound knowledge of direction of death..
Technology doesn't stop death ...
We hope for a good days .expecting the life span raise up to atleast 70 ...
Dangerous days..
ONTOLOGY
Water drips from the hairs on my arms, hands
held high to avoid contamination. I can’t wait
to begin. I guess this Adrenalin rush is what an actor feels
before he strides on stage. A nurse helps me don
my gown. I pull on my gloves. Surgeon, king of my domain.
Minions adjust the mirrored overhead light. I grasp my scalpel.
Fractured images explain the process to juniors. Jokey. Calm.
I’m floating on the easy insouciance of experience. My patient’s
elective surgery’s wasn’t serious. But my satisfied smile morphs into
emergency paddles. A flat line – cardiac arrest. Attempts to revive
him fail. I curse, jolted by this unexpected loss. Nothing to warrant
my sense of guilt. And how might I explain to his devastated family?
The theatre doors burst open. His wife, wild-eyed. Shouting. My
husband came to me in the waiting-room. Out of his body. Saying
you think he’s dead. Doctor, do something… Before we can hustle her
out, my patient’s pulse resumes beating. It doesn’t make sense.
Colour rushes back into his face. Nothing makes sense.
S.C.A.
Limerick
Written: by the Protected One
7/7/2018
I’m one, who has survived Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
About eight percent survive this most harrowing test.
You shouldn’t be here, the cardiologist said,
For a short time ago you were clinically dead,
God extended my expiration date and I am blessed;
I Survived The Widow Maker
Then Sudden Cardiac Arrest
Doctors Called Me Miracle Man
7/12/2024
A team of Doctors had accomplished, all they could do,
One told my wife, to Pray, Now “It’s in God’s hands.”
But he was telling her something she already knew,
and nothing would interfere, with my role in God’s plans.
I Survived The Widow Maker, later, Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
That day God had me placed, in all the right spots to prevail.
I live today for a purpose, and to God’s greatness I attest,
My life has become my testimony, for Jesus did not fail.
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I Survived code blue!
During cardiac arrest,
I was in God’s hands.
The cardiac dance, a waltz of hidden passions,
has made our feeling a vibrant creature in a fraction of time,
O, celestial flyer, from the vault sprinkled with pure light,
You have settled like a meditation on my temple, gently swayed by a soft breath.
Our love has bloomed in the guise of a budding smile,
In the blaze that consumes us, and the breath that tangles in gusts,
Desire, that worn talisman of dream, perched in a bent soul,
With the breathing of a world that pulses in unison with the year coming to life.
We have concluded a dream, an immaterial pact, sealed with the gold of life,
You and I, in a second and a mute line, remaining at the horizon of our lips at dawn,
From the aftermath of the kiss that transfigured us, in a psalm of liberated love.
Our love has transformed into shooting stars over the serene abyss of eternity,
But where have these stars lain, and in what realms have they dissipated,
Which path did the time take that we tenderly weaved shoulder to shoulder,
While the heart sings, with sweet arrhythmias, a longing forever shared.
Thank god for the first responders for saving my life desperately panting painful chest pains my children surrounded my bed my praying hard to believe Ciro was there Cheering my death in order to allow his Jamaican identity fraud to perpetuate fraud upon me on my death bed reaching for my hospital bracelets fall risk fainting afib irregular heart beats truly sad the both of them taking hospital labels from dying patients to continue the ongoing data breaches at HCA hospital Systems Jamaican identity fraud Ciros criminal group my prayers are with my killers sorry JHORE you will never ever be me you may wear my bathing suits for Ciro to dream of me but you will always be his JHORE hiding in the dogs bed itching and scratching