Best Hypertension Poems
Obesity has been growing in the past 20 years
But health officials were shocked by a 1999
Study that revealed that 61% of the population
Either overweight or obese
Obesity linked to diabetes
Heart disease
Hypertension
Osteoarthritis and cancer
The effects of obesity cost Americans $100 billion per year
2012015
Bulky trunk but slender limbs,
The contour described as a 'lemon on match-sticks',
The full-moon face and the neck plump,
The rounded shoulders and a 'bufello hump',
The pursed lips and acne eruption-
On tissue-paper skin, with repeated infection
The dusky skin has excessive hair,
This hypertricosis is lanugo, tender.
The fresh red striae on the stretched abdomen,
And at any age develops hypertension.
In the female patients the cycles are absent,
And with 'Cushing's syndrome' the males are impotent.
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I tip toe from one to another
on a hypertension link
a thousand different ways
to relay what you think
interspliced into instances
amidst angry avatars
creatures craving comments
sticky slithering sonnets
if that's all you ever find
no matter where you go
it's because in this digital wasteland
you reap what you sow
Pig feet, hog maws, chitterlings, yams, greens and cornbread,
These are some of the things that our bodies are being fed.
Fat back, ribs, neck bones, macaroni and cheese;
Our hearts and arteries are crying, please, please, please.
Buttered rice, succulent greasy peas and a thin-layered chocolate cake,
We keep pumping this in our bodies, so what is it going to take.
Hypertension, high cholesterol, or maybe even a heart attack,
To get us from eating these fatty foods and help us to face facts.
We have heard the old saying "You are what you eat."
More than half of the time our diets are incomplete.
We need to eat a well-balanced meal from the four food groups,
And every day at least five vegetables and fruit.
Drink eight glasses of water to help keep your system clean,
And one other food product that will provide some protein.
A little exercise and a good amount of rest,
Each of us is different, for you; you know what 's best.
This is not said to scold you, nor is it to criticize;
It is only put here to give you some healthy advice.
If we don't adjust the way that we are eating;
Sooner, rather than later our Master we will be meeting.
If my behaviour is rude or objectionable.
What I need to learn to make it sustainable?
I studied surrealism and swathe me susceptible,
To concrete relations to develop surmountable,
But I temporize to learn your surreptitious gamble.
Then your religion adopted me a non religious,
And treated a birth distortion in human factitious,
Factotum a fait accompli not identifiable crush,
My soul is evil not a body needs purification by hydrous.
My kindness and forgiveness converted me a feeble.
But hypertension shows me your hygienic hyperbola,
To curse my appetite not your spare to gain Lola,
You feel cold and hot and used me to assemble cola,
How can I excuse my children remember your Bola?
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
The sky looks so much bluer
And the grass a deeper green
the trees are stronger, taller
As I think I’ve ever seen
The sunshine brighter
Clouds are whiter
Every step I take is lighter
All around is suddenly alive in every way
Am I high
About to die
Should I scream, or laugh, or cry
And why does my skin tingle
All my senses now commingle
It must be love.
Lost Soul
We’ve gathered here to say goodbye
to yet another boring guy,
kept on yelling for attention
till it gave him hypertension.
Now in the box beneath the shroud
he’s got the eye of all the crowd,
best leading role he ever had,
but no applause and no one’s sad.
Old mourners sprinkle ancient pews,
ill fitting suits and pee-stained trews,
some glasses, dentures, aching backs
with makeup plastered in the cracks.
They kneel for prayers on creaking limbs
then silent lips mouth unknown hymns.
The dead man’s peers in church are few.
Who pays respects where none seem due?
His painted widow in her weeds
now wonders who will sate her needs
with hubby just about to burn
and end up ashes in an urn.
She never grudged the man his health,
content enough to share the wealth,
but pleased this sudden turn of fate
serves up his helping on a plate.
Poor vicar wonders what to say.
about this stiff that’s come his way.
He’s no great speeches in reserve
just... bless a saint and damn a perv.
He settles for the standard rite
then tells the crowd they’ll be all right,
“beyond the stars lie happy lands,
so love your neighbour all shake hands.”
Corpse’ brother sitting cap in hand,
chief mourner in this dismal band,
now ponders on the decent wait
before a widow has a date.
Just wants to get her into bed
but cash and sex means getting wed,
been dodging that since leaving school
concludes that life is Goddamn cruel.
Sister of the spurned cadaver
cannot stand all this palaver.
She didn't like the man in life,
all flashy cars and tarty wife.
Deep down she’s feeling rather chuffed
for all his din he quietly snuffed.
Same cap fits the other brother,
clone of father, not his mother.
This woman weeping by the door
floats back in time to years of yore,
dreams of a lovely friend at school,
so kind and gentle fun and cool,
who shared a secret both held tight
that seemed to change him overnight.
He truly was a super lad
until abused by evil dad.
dark Halloween night
mind's hypertension ghost casts
hokum's hurricane
crazy dog's howling
thundering lightning flashing
owl's hoot mesmerize
hazy street's big trees
doom of domino effect
cerebellum sinks
fire flies buzz's threat
body's horripilation
wee wee sweat wet in
She is the rustling of the leaves upon the trees
She is the buzzing of the bees
She is the reflection in your tear
She is the whisper of the wind that brushes against your ear
She is a sunflower growing tall from the ground
That is her name upon the grave mound
She is a butterfly, swaying around the flowers
She is the one who brings the April showers
For she is always near, she is what you hear.
My sisters memory is very dear.
Find a Cure
Pulmonary arterial hypertension
For my sister Kaysha Dendinger
Sept 15, 1992 - July 21, 2018
To be healthy I'm told I must exercise a lot
Eat no junk food or your going to go to pot
Wear a helmet when your bike you ride
And latch seatbelts in case you should collide
Be sure to get an adequate amount of sleep
And always be sure to look before you leap
I'm told beware of ingesting to much table salt
If you get hypertension it will be your own fault
Its hard to remember all the things that one should do
Oh, oh, now I'm reminded my insurance I must renew
Timeless meaninglessness chatter in ever increasing monotony. Numbers cause numbness in a bridging bus. Brief journeys epoch of encounters. Noise emitted from high circa stereophonic voices. Who paste the atmosphere with hyperness. Primarily caused by the plastic ingested. Cackle cackle cake and burgers. Hypertension from induced formulas. No natural kiss in a plastic smiling box. Unreal. Surreal. Dual reality. Yet the artful pendulum swings. Reaching. Retching. Roarings. Radios. Tampering trampling. Opinions of the other world. In a flurry of sub class division. Associated. Association. Reaching of a radioactive decay. *** calamity.
The computer is a marvelous invention,
To enhance our way of life it's intention.
But should the thing crash,
Hot tempers will flash,
Resulting in much hypertension!
For Brian Strand's "any poem of 2011" contest
Like the rapist
and the molester,
a nose-cutter with
chilling impulses
emerges from
mind’s murky nook.
He always drops
atrocities
in his wife-bin.
Male chauvinism
creates a
concentration camp
in her kitchen
and bed-room.
He’s her gadget
producing
hypertension.
Her nose ring
is not
merely a metal,
but a
charm-multiplier.
Alas!
Teeth of his machete
take off the tip
of her nose,
demanding
the dowry due,
disfiguring…
Red woman sap
oozes,
staining...
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Hey boy I’m your long time suffering dog
I need some of that love and tender care,
I’m no farm yard live in the mire hog
Here inside this thick fur lair
Home to them damn fleas I swear,
While you get it away when on the grog.
Glad you are here at last some attention
To check on my stress and hypertension.
© Harry J Horsman 2013