Best Coronary Poems
Quite simply, I miss you.
I miss your....
everything.
I miss your 'almost-smile', I miss the warmth that it would bring.
I miss the way you laugh and I miss the way you sing.
I miss the way you look at me, like there was only me.
I miss the nervous way you'd try to hide your nervous smile.
I miss the way you held me, like you're never letting go...
I miss you everyday and every minute of my hour.
And pride is wilting, fading, like the petals of a flower.
All I want to do now is forget the hurt that passed.
I want to stow away the petty words that I said last.
And I'll take your everything, I'll take your stupid and your smart.
I'll take your ugly and your pretty, old-junk you're hawking on your cart.
I'll say that "I forgive you" half a million tired times.
I'll say "I'm sorry", pleading, for my coronary crimes.
I know that all I want is to be close to where 'thou art'.
I miss you oh so, oh so much the second that we part.
I say these things en lieu of what the simplest words relay:
Cos simply, yes, I miss you.
And how, how, I miss your everything.
Chalk Full of Great Lines
The body has been removed
To my place of sanctified worship
Where all is quiet and piano soothing
I am Ernesto Cortazar
Your Coroner and host for the evening
Here is my creation and story
In the docket I bask in my glory!
She in her balcony
The opera on their dram of the second half
If only she knew
She to be
Behind the curtains with me
The final act of the soiree
The expression she gave oh screaming pleas
As I slit her throat in a lustful three
The blood of our love
Gushing and gushing for only me
Her love and bloods devotion
Only chalk lines point now to me
The detective goes "Ernesto"
Another like all the ones before
I smile and fain sadness
Yes detective, any tell tale signs?
None that I can see Ernesto
He seems to be a silent one
A ghost who comes and goes
With no humanity or heart to show
Are the chalk lines all drawn detective?
Yes Ernesto, you may take possession of the body now
I whisper "I have taken possession long before you arrived senior"
I and the detective play the same dance
He is mystified at these crimes
As the blood of love dances, drop by drop, into my mouth
She is with me now
Alone and with our coronary desires
She is cold, and silent, and icy
Welcoming my final intrusions
The dance of the dead
Her blood drained
I drink the wine of my lustful crime
I so enjoy the mystery
As they all stare
At my beautiful chalk lines
She was all of nineteen
She was always mine
I Ernesto
Drank the rubies blood wine
A sense of balance is all I need to cope,
so I don’t hang myself with a rope.
I’ve got to get a grip on life and keep my sanity.
God can’t save me if I don’t have serenity.
Nourishing nutrition is necessary.
A light diet is right, so I don’t have a coronary.
Exercise excites blood flow, so muscles move me.
Remember there’ll be brain drain with too much TV.
No alcohol to infest my body and impair judgment.
Mind won’t be in a grind so I can write well and not lament.
Learn from books and others as I don’t know it all.
Hard knocks of life lessens mistakes, so I don’t fall.
So what else is there to tell?
Well, the weekend is here and I want to hear the church bell toll.
Pray a lot and purify my heart with the psalms of the Lord.
Sense of balance gone if I don’t hang onto His Word.
She grew up in a log cabin
on the top of a mountain
over looking a river in the valley
With flowers on both sides growing
That time has come and past
But the memories still persist
of her childhood of growing up
out here In the green lust forest
She lived with her father
who taught her all about life
and she still remembers her mother
Who died when she was just five?
her father become both parents to her
taking care of his only little girl
leading her to the right path to take
to be a success in the world
He send her to school then collage
and she graduate top of her class
Today she’s a heart surgeon
Performing a Coronary bypass
She married a wonderful guy
She met in medical school
He fainted when he saw blood
She smiles but though he was cool
They go to the log cabin
for vacation every year
And she tells her children
of her childhood growing up there
Every one of us
Will always go back in time
To the childhood we that had
And relive every minute it in our mind
Just take a minute to remember
And I bet you will smile
Thinking of so many fun things
You did when you was a child
Growing up in Trinidad was so much fun
With my brothers and parents
An for Christmas my grandmother
Would buy us so much presents
I Will always think of my childhood
of the many years spend in my home
And in marabella, la romain, and Indian trail
Where my memories will always roam
She finishes setting the table
As the fire place starts to light
They are having dinner with her father
In the log cabin tonight
10/1/17
Reaching destinations
Exceeding expectations
Staying professional
Getting it done in a way that is exceptional
Far from probable
Didn't seem possible
But it happened and was phenomenal
Was stuck like barnacles
Then moved among the particles
Doing something remarkable
With or without using an arsenal
More than a poet
In case you didn't know it
Stoic
And heroic
Doing things that are stupendous
And tremendous
More than scary
Extraordinary
Giving opposition a coronary
So that they end up in the mortuary
Not no dormitory
No matter the suspense
Events continue to commence
Leaving an impact that is immense
On either side of the fence
In forests that are dense
My latest President
also appreciated Americans
he may never meet
or hear
or smell
Not to mention out to get
ever better tasted,
with or without informed consent,
not so vulnerably seen
or transparently felt
with copassioned
trauma-free intent,
yet not actually met,
just yet
And
I am confused
that any President would feel
he needs to say this,
as if appreciating Americans
were a partisan platform
advocating politically
and economically unusual
universal health
and safe global wealth
resiliently inclusive policy priorities
Sacredly patriotic
EcoMatriotic regard
for nutrition-based
economic historical
polyculturing
cooperative space
for competing against divisive time
Wu-wei YintegralPower/YangLight
sacred/secular
transubstantiating neuro-sensory
WinWin/WinLose/LoseLose
co-mediating
eco-political communication grace
I readily concede
this unbecoming space,
I could be wrong
but I can at least imagine
Donald Trump
feeling and believing,
although jaded
disappointed
and dispassionately,
that he appreciates
all those NonWhite
NonStraight
NonPatriarchal EcoFeminists
he has never met
And would just as soon
not change his monopolistic bliss
to CounterCulturally encounter Othering
dark ignorance,
just yet.
I don't know if it is a positive
or negative coronary corollary
to further extend
this metaphoric analogy
Yet Trump,
unlike Biden,
could never get
a multiculturally gifted American
he has not yet met
But I would bet
it would be hard to vet
EarthTribe residents
too healthy to ever regret
not having had the pleasure
of meeting many Trumpian Americans
Cold greetings
likely best to forget
we all come from somewhere
Matriarchally sacred
as an interdependent
health care safety net
includes imaginatively appreciating
All those Others Othering
unfertilized good eggs,
and thus not yet met.
The legs started going,
Howlings
In my head.
Thought I'd go,
Kept awake with water,
Breathing,
Arrogantly telling myself
I'd stay straight.
Drank gin and wine,
Went out,
Tried to buy more,
Unshaven,
Filthy white shorts,
Lost, rolling on lawn,
Somehow got home.
Monday, waiting for offie,
Looked like death,
Fear in eyes
Of passers-by,
Waiting for drink,
Drink relieved me.
Drank all day,
Collapsed wept
"Don't Die on Me."
Next day,
Double brandy
Just about settled me,
Drank some more,
Thought constantly
I'd collapse
Then what?
Fit? Coronary?
Insanity? Worse?
Took a Heminevrin,
Paced the house
All night,
Pain in chest,
Weak legs,
Lack of feeling
In extremities,
Visions of darkness.
Drank water
To keep the
Life functions going,
Played devotional music,
Dedicated my life
To God,
Prayed constantly,
Renounced evil.
Next day,
Two Valiums
Helped me sleep.
By eve,
I started to feel better.
Suddenly,
All is clearer,
Taste, sounds,
I feel human again.
I made my choice,
And oblivion has receded,
And shall disappear.
("Oblivion in Recession" first existed as a series of rough notes scrawled on a piece
of scrap paper in the dying days of January 1993, although I can't for the life of me recall any "Howlings In my head".)
Sum of two, percolating hearts
Two forks merge, Love's current to kickstart
Love's seminal streams nutrients cart
Naively, through winding conduits dart
Each mind's eye the vital signs chart
Through coronary arteries; blithe goals, hopes jump-start
Strains increase blood pressure, tearing conjunctive cells apart
Gritty plaque dams; communication channels thwart
From heart's door, through silted veins, corroding dreams depart
Alter egos swell; each inflammatory argument a counterpart
A professional, therapeutic stent does bypass lane impart
Until acute thrombosis does stagnant minds compart
Divergent heart streams dissected on Love's flowchart
PART 1.
Morphine intoxication
PART 2.
Coronary artery atherosclerosis, sleep apnea
28a.
ACCIDENT
28b.
June 8, 2008
28c.
17:35
28d.
Ingested prescription medication
28f.
Home
Across an azure sky
i trailed lonely as clouds
Lost and broken
you unlocked my handcuffs
you are the love,you are the lover
In the ambiguity of reverberence and sonority
my soul was asleep
i awakened at the rhythms of your love
you are the song,you are the singer
In the veils of darkness
i wandered in the labyrinth of unknown streets
your glowing face brighten up my path
you are the sun,you are the sunshine
In a bushy garden
i was hidden behind thorns
you extracted my nectar and pollens
you are the honey,you are the honey bee
I was at the verge of cardiac arrest
you unclogged blockage of coronary arteries
and cured my traumatic aortic rupture
You are the heart,you are the heart beat
13-01-2023
© Muhammad Aamir khan
coronavirus
coronary episode—
coroner report
5/14/2020
Look at your plate,
a smorgasbord of hate
You love swallowing it all down,
but gluttony of pride is the real crime
Pepsin of pure violence
is your digestive deadly enzyme
It breaks down the fibers of civility,
an acidic catalyst dissolving racial harmony
Keep eating the hate,
greedily gobbling it all down your throat
You're sure to suffer a bad coronary fate,
when all that vomit starts to make you choke
Pigs always try to digest everything they've ate
Trump Not Very Smart Horn Haiku
We were implicit
What Trump does was illicit
And not exquisite.
Made our lives a wreck
Did not play with a full deck
Should further inspect.
Trump seems so scary
Gave us a coronary
Is not smart very.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Middle line in last paragraph reminds
me of North Carolina NAACP Director
who is a minister who I worry about
and should lose some weight. He had
mad comments about heart valves
and attacks. Quite a moving DNC.
DNC stands for Democrats No Charge.
Log cabin
She grew up in a log cabin
on the top of a mountain
over looking a river in the valley
With flowers on both sides growing
That time has come and past
But the memories still persist
of her childhood of growing up
out here In the green lust forest
She lived with her father
who taught her all about life
and she still remembers her mother
Who died when she was just five?
her father become both parents to her
taking care of his only little girl
leading her to the right path to take
to be a success in the world
He send her to school then collage
and she graduate top of her class
Today she’s a heart surgeon
Performing a Coronary bypass
She married a wonderful guy
She met in medical school
He fainted when he saw blood
She smiles but though he was cool
They go to the log cabin
for vacation every year
And she tells her children
of her childhood growing up there
Every one of us
Will always go back in time
To the childhood we that had
And relive every minute it in our mind
Just take a minute to remember
And I bet you will smile
Thinking of so many fun things
You did when you was a child
Growing up in Trinidad was so much fun
With my brothers and parents
An for Christmas my grandmother
Would buy us so much presents
I Will always think of my childhood
of the many years spend in my home
And in marabella, la romain, and Indian trail
Where my memories will always roam
She finishes setting the table
As the fire place starts to light
They are having dinner with her father
In the log cabin tonight
Here it sits
Squarely in my heart
Enfolded in the petals of a coronary black rose
Withered and piteous
A cloying weight
Heavy
Grief-sodden
Perforated with bewilderment
It rests below my collarbones
Stifling each beleaguered breath
Damming my apprehensive blood
It clings
Battening down the hatches
An anchor spiraling down into a murky abyss
The fathomless chamber of my soul
Where it came from no one knows
Not I nor god nor the ruthless demons that made it
But it is within me now
A hulking black shadow of despair
Restless
Hungry
Doomed and longing to take me down with it
To drag me under the swirling inky waves
Until all that is left
Is a pale ivory hand
Fluttering helplessly above the surface
Waving the white flag of surrender
Before the murky weight swallows me whole
Drawing me down and down and down
To where the shadows sleep