Best Inflammation Poems
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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven, I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY!
UNITY! Like a common curse
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
By: PD
Fragrance from your flute
Wafting in the air
Powder of morning in your hair
Robins in their throat
In your smile clouds float
Here and there
Golden alphabets stare
The river flows on
Sprinkled sun melts in water
Inflammation grows in laughter
Rush roar race reel recur
Empty boats wait for life
Stories seek a soft chapter
Your shadows grow longer
Polka dots on your blue shades
Tiny airy footfalls on grass blades
Pleasure returns in white sails
Boats are astir in water
Ripples and jingles join them
In the spread of the blue jays’ wing
A blue and white game
Sinking sun sprinkles softened sparkles
Dream like little orange splashes
Infinity in your eyelashes
Gradually unfolds the time of musk
Whether in shacks or in palaces
Whether in love or in malice
Sometimes a full moon
Sometimes a dark lagoon
Somewhere the stories in a glowworm fire
Somewhere in a sparkling dagger
Until the eyelids are heavy in the weary night
Descending into the cleansing dark
For another daylight
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15/02/2017
February 4 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 11-13
Key Verse – Leviticus 11:44 For I am the LORD your God: ye shall therefore sanctify yourselves, and ye shall be holy; for I am holy…
FAITH IN GOD WHO SANCTIFIES US
God sanctifies us from sin-leprosy
By His mercy healing our plague’s persistency…
We thank Him for the power of His clemency
That transforms us by faith along His love’s fervency.
God sanctifies us from flesh-filthiness
By His holiness melting our lustfulness…
We thank Him for the brightness of His righteousness
That radiates around us by faith midst worldliness.
God sanctifies us from pride-inflammation
By His meekness smiting our arrogant reaction…
We thank Him for the clarity of His instruction
That propels us by faith toward growth’s function.
God sanctifies us from vice-defilement
By His purification vanquishing our addiction impairment…
We thank Him for His grace of restoration-replenishment
That upholds us by faith against evil allurement.
God sanctifies us from trespass-infirmity
By His forgiveness correcting our iniquity…
We thank Him for His pardon of acquitting quality
That makes us by faith to enjoy eternal life’s security.
God sanctifies us from command-disobedience
By His discipline conquering our rebellion-resurgence…
We thank Him for His Word of steadfast diligence
That enables us by faith to win against carnal expedience.
God sanctifies us from transgression-pest
By His purity cleansing our errors to the fullest…
We thank Him for His kindness of compassionate zest
That blesses us while we do by faith our utmost best.
February 4, 2025
God Has A Plan For Me
I came into this world August 12 1986 by the Grace of God. I was Two months early and was only weighting at four pounds then. I didn’t give up then My God has a plan for me.
When I was six months old I was diagnosis with juvenile diabetes and been living with it ever since. My God has a plan for me.
In 1987 to 1988 I would not walk at all I was almost two years old before I decided to started to walk on my own.
My God has a plan for me
At five years old my father died from a massive heart attacked on the same day of my kindergarten gradation I knew something was wrong but I also know that My God had a plan for me
At six years old I was Diagnosis with Major Depression, Anxiety Disorder, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Panic Disorder, Separation Anxiety Disorder, and Social Anxiety Disorder. But I knew My God Had a plan for me.
At seven years old a close family member sexually assaulted me and I kept that secret with me now. But I know that My God has a plan for me
At ten years old I got diagnosis with OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). But My God had a plan for me
At sixteen years old I was diagnosis with Bipolar Disorder I used to fight and yell at any adults and teachers who talked to me and put holes into walls of my room. But I knew My God had a plan for me
At twenty-three years old I was diagnosis with hypercholesterolemia, MRSA but My God has a plan for me
At twenty-eight I was diagnosis with Inflammation of the Bronchial Tubes, Major Depression, Bipolar Disorder the one I have is the Rapid-Cycling, Schizophrenia and I am on Suicide Watch But I am Still here.
My God Still Have A Plan For Me.
If I had to recount a range for pure,
If would be womb to birth to sixteen years.
Aglow with vigor on a virgin shore --
Of first-love hugs and superhuman tears.
Fearless and careless of body and mind,
A known contradiction, a youthful show.
But, age spins quickly to the daily grind --
And, feelings reverse as we age and flow.
Gray and grown with painful inflammation.
Nothing to fear from a senior mind-prism.
Protesting every new deformation --
The paradox of youth versus wisdom.
Young, infinite, bliss, immortality --
Lost in mature, moonless normality.
August 23, 2016
Which Of The Four Would You Choose - Poetry Contest
As I travel on the path to an unknown destination.......
I must conquer the process of never-ending education
Average math pupil but good with money multiplication
So I try hard to keep rigid concentration
Don't need drugs or liquor to grant my brain stimulation
The elevation
Of my irritation
Anger accumulation
If I fail a task I feel internal humiliation
So I'm up to my neck with worries about to die from self-strangulation
Self termination
My own extermination
Then next comes the inevitable inflammation
So I face Heaven's cremation
Now in Hell I witness my soul's incarceration and incineration
I seek some solitude, give me my space-indentaion
I'm confident a star without the constellation
Better yet I'm the Earth minus the rotation
Circle the 7 continents-circumnavigation
Rebuild my nation
Who am I kidding that's my imagination
An indication
Of dedication
Inspiration
Which mingles with frustration
Which is an expectation
Of this generation
But I am forever notorius I welcome seperation
Fighting two on one with anticipation and contemplation
Losing the battle my face scarred beyond mutilation
Something bad in my blood I feel the devestation
Of living with contamination bad sanitation
Takin no hesitation to carry out the investigation
Now its too late, notice the mutation
Now I take over the land-gentrification
Build a foundation
Living quarters get the best renovation
See my creation
The ultimate innovation
Shine so bright my life is your illumination
In my dreams my company names me president without the inaugeration
Good luck to my relations and affiliations
The eradication
Of my station
Completing installation and insulation
With collasal temptation
To put my feelins in isolation
My heart has no visitations
Readers form your own interpretations.......
Life is a simulation
With many manifestations
Still on a path to an unknown destination
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I hate you now, you did me wrong
I did you till the cows came home,
My friend called and said, ‘’she was through with you’’,
And I was jealous because, "I was weak, and didn't
Have the wherewithal to walk away.!
Now my best friend is leaving me with you.
Leaving me to crave you all alone.
I should have been gone...
You took away some of my ‘’top of the list folks’’-
With your too sweet facade, and I still held on.
Why did I stay? It was your sweet
Soothing ways, comforting me,
Calling me from out of my sleep to rendezvous with you.
I have lost my taste for you.
I am trying to get away from you.
Large portions, ‘’too much sugar for a dime’’.
Killing myself for the desire of you,
Addicted to the thrills you bring.
Sweet thing, I want to hate you.
Sugar, I am trying to hate you it’s simple
I heard that once I let you into my system, you’ll start to cohort
with the enemy and promote cancer inside of my temple.
Sugar, I am done with you; unlike my friends;
I am not willing to die for your, sugary appeal.
Word is you cheat, you like to sneak around inside,
Of once healthy snacks, and cause heart attacks,
Causing joint inflammation and arthritis pain.
Crippling me as you hide in eatable staples,
Appearing as safe. I will spit you out at the table!
I hate you now sweetie- trick no good ...
Don't care that you’re refined:
Never again “knowingly “will I swallow you:
Only for you to consume me as a killer treat.
Sugar" I am dumping you for honey,
And ‘’ my honey can go in raw’’.
‘’ my honey’’ will keep my company
And I won’t even miss you at all.!
Sweet Thang…
A girl returned to school--still not quite well.
A classmate queried, "What's been wrong with you?"
She was so timid but at last could tell
the boy "Pleurosis." He exclaimed, "That's new.
I've never heard of roses that are blue!"
pleurosis--more commonly termed pleurisy, an inflammation of the lungs
The "blue rose" does not exist in nature; it is a rare hybrid. Not even through
genetic engineering are scientists able to produce a truly blue rose.
In the Tennessee Williams play, The Glass Menagerie, Laura said she had
pleurosis. Jim thought she said "Blue roses."
July 2, 2017, entered in Kim's (Kim Rodrigues) Color Splash Contest
Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies?
Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom
Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities?
And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom;
To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize
From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes
Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize
And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes;
Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen
From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing
Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween
Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring
Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation,
A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.
This is dedicated to
the uneducated who,
segregate from the greats
the hate gave integration to,
though the paved the way for you,
you just simulate the flu,
infected with cold hearts
like inflammation made it through,
To...
You...
So take a second to converse,
listen to me, then speak,
just make sure you think first,
about the thirst, of the dream,
had by Dr. King, which would
hurt beyond the seams, if he
witnessed everything,
The Scenes!
How we're treating one another,
Educated versus thugs, like
we are not brothers, What's the
point to jump from slavery to
having white lovers, if less racism
means the blacks hate each other?
My Brothers! I have no intent on
hating you, I just hope you make it
through. So this is Dedicated To
You...
Be aware folks, its the
Season for lyme disease.
Don't just say "huh"
For this does not cure with ease.
Spring raises up all that was dormant,
Its allergy season from All Types of bugs.
For all that rises up is but paramount,
To how you're giving cheerful hugs.
Observe for the sign and symptom,
From information to gain wisdom.
Bacterial deer ticks from the ground,
Vegetable planters this is not sound.
Now what's all this about lyme disease?
A bacterial infection not cured with ease.
Signs and Symptoms of Lyme Disease
Rash, Flu-like symptoms, Fatigue, Muscle and Joint pains, Severe Headaches, Facial Palsy, Irregular Heartbeat, Abnormal sensations in limbs, Inflammation at many sites, Cognitive problems.
http://health.facty.com/conditions/lyme-disease/10-signs-of-lyme-disease/9/#JjZX5MxFeQglP00X.99
How does it feel? I feel so great I am at ease
To be pulled back to the sanctuaries of love
How do you feel toward the pulling lover?
I feel less than loving him, embracing him
I feel like to follow him, explain to me please
Let’s go to the love scene please skip the credits
Stand in love not fall, go in, not out, what?
You have a mental image of being lovable
Thankfully to Him, following HIM, say love
Do you know what it’s called? Really in love
Tell me, more about emotional or feeling of love
Let’s cross the river, the next commercial break
Can you spot the difference between them, could you?
Emotional feeling of love is emotion, about you
Attention, presence, satisfaction, inflammation
Sentimental love is absence, tension and exploration
Communication, wow, I never heard about this
Let’s watch the next scene, the next steamy episode
Thank you, I want to learn more, you are welcome
Really, learn to practice the languages of love
The languages of sentimental agony of love, living
This I will practice, but questions are challenging
It requires a clear mind, since I am not a sharp one
Let’s go to that next day, the next secret chamber
Hyperbole is a hi-falutin’ way of saying exaggeration
“All filled up” will work quite as well for saturation,
What’s the difference between edict and declaration?
Puppy love is merely another way of saying infatuation!
If you are aggravated, you are suffering from frustration
Sneaking in where you don’t belong is called infiltration,
Giving your full attention to a matter is concentration,
When you can’t get the point, you’ll feel exasperation.
“To be sweet on” can cause one to engage in flirtation
Which these days might lead to a legal confrontation
A sore spot might signal a dangerous inflammation
While a serious, extensive forest fire is a conflagration.
Best to confine yourself to the simplest explanation
Keep in mind that “lying about something” is prevarication,
It is always best not to indulge in an over-simplification,
When you are over-taxed, it means you need a vacation!
Written August 4, 2022
Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD)
Are you upset by stomach pains
Diarrhea and bad cramps
Are you so dog-gone tired
You can’t even outrun your Gramps
Have you tried all the common cure-alls?
Medication - - - therapy
Massage and acupuncture
But relief just ain’t to be
Then perhaps you are finally ready
For a cure that some find quite weird
To counter your bad IBD
That the FDA still hasn’t cleared
See they think that an imbalance
Of bacteria within your body
Causes inflammation
And your stomach gets all knotty
So to fix that bad imbalance
Here’s what some say to do
Insert some helpful microbes
From someone’s healthy poo
Yes – I said from someone’s poop
A relative or somebody close
Just a pinch within the cheeks
Would be a healthy dose
It’s now trending in America
This desperate D Y I
If you suffer from this IBD
You just might give it a try
They are running tests in Canada
To evaluate and study
To see if fecal implants
Will cure or harm somebody
But there are those who’ve tried it
And swear it did the trick
No longer show the symptoms
No longer feel that sick
Now your doctor won’t approve it
Your friends will think you’re nuts
Passing fecal matter
The wrong way through your butts
But they say that just like blood banks
There will be donor centers too
Where healthy individuals
Can dump off healthy poo
Don’t ask me to assist you
Back where the sun don’t shine
But you can have a handful
Of any poo of mine
I don’t write this to belittle
The pain you’re going through
But I read this on the internet
So I know it must be true
And it just got me thinking
This might help someone like you
Another true news item from your Uncle Mike
Raw, raw foods
Ain't the true goods for you.
You can die hard from raw intoxication,
Contamination, i-in-inflammation…!
Cook 'em all the way through, yo.
"Y'all chef and staff,"
"Yes…?"
"I can't eat this. Its raw, raw m-meat-is r-raw-raawh meat!"
"Oh…. Well it's just fine, some people do it all the time."
"I ain't like them others, and this food is clearly undercooked…"
Leavin' the restaurant, no tip,
Bee'cause I got a grip and oh yes,
Raw grease on da floor, I see the chef slip.
Actin' like it's nothing, but really-
It's bad, bad foods. Raw, raw food.
I ain't gonna buy it, nor eat it if already bought'n it.