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Premium Member A Penny For Your Thoughts

It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.

It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.



Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
 in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015

Premium Member If I Had Divine Intervention, This Was It

I do not know if I truly have ever been granted
divine intervention, but most likely I received it
after my surgery for breast cancer when a biopsy was done
to determine if I was “genetic” for my condition.
After an unbearable three-week wait, I was told
I would need not only radiation but also chemotherapy treatment
to ensure that not one stray cancer cell remained inside me.
The thought of so much treatment (in total nearly five months of it)
simply did not feel right to me! Thus, I agonized over my decision.
After a week of desperate praying
and two days away from having a stent put in my breast,
I found myself in the house of my next door neighbor,
who happened to be a renowed doctor from Canada.
Upon hearing that I was set to have chemotherapy
(even though my tumor had already been removed 
and my lymphe nodes were shown clear of cancer)
he and his scientist collegue, whom he quickly got me in touch with, 
advised me that I absolutely should NOT undergo the chemotherapy..

I am over five years now cancer-free.
Because of terrible rare side effects I have incurred from another drug
given me AFTER cancer, I feel that God has let me know that
for someone like me, chemotherapy would likely
have been over-kill! If only I’d prayed for confirmation
on the Prolia with which my oncologist had me injected for two whole years.
That was a drug I trusted in for strengthening my bones.
My later deep research into it revealed to me the truth of its dangers. 
I have since felt great mistrust for advice from the traditional medical community.
Perhaps it was a lesson God wanted me to learn about modern drugs
and the fact that I must research anything suspicious I take into my body.
I will always be grateful that I received 
what I believe to have been a clear-cut answer on chemotherapy
after pouring out my heart in prayer.

Dec. 21, 2021
For the Divine Intervention Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke

A Decisive Hour Pt. 2

This is going to hurt. As the catheter was inserted into
my groin, I screamed, I cried and I was forgiven.
I watched the whole procedure in awe, There before me
was my heart, vulnerable, beautiful. I saw what Dr. Dib 
called the snake, come to a stop within my heart. Dr. Dib
said, " do you see the snakes tail? Yes I said. Just ahead of it
is a 100% blocked artery,Now watch! All this time which was 
actually a couple short minutes, which felt an eternity with
the heart attack still in motion, he pushed the catheter
through the blockage, " I'm going to pull the catheter out
now and attach a balloon and what is called a stent. ( he showed
me what it looked like later) And re-inserted the catheter.
As the balloon arrived back at the partially open blockage,
Dr. Dib said " Are you alright?" Yes.. " Then here we go" 
" Keep watching" The balloon was inserted into the blockage
inflated a bit, deflated and pulled back into the stent. The
balloon and stent were re-inserted and the balloon re-inflated
until the stent locked into place in the artery. As soon as the 
balloon was removed from the in place stent, the pain was gone.
From massive pain to no pain in an instant. I felt that
voice again, " You still have work yet to do" I prayed, I 
thanked God, I thanked Dr. Dib for saving my life, he smiled
and said " You're going to be fine, rest now" As I was 
now whisked to the Cardiac ICU all wired for sound,
The hand remained, ever present. Finally less than an hour
after it started, it was over, basically. I was in my room to 
be greeted by the smiling, yet concerned face of my Mary.
I knew the full impact of God's Grace and Love for me.
She said do you want me to get Josh from school? "Yes".
She kissed me, told me she loved me and for me to rest.
I closed my eyes, feeling more at peace than I had in years.
I awoke to see my wonderful Son concerned, yet strong.
He kissed my forehead. The hand that was holding mine slipped
away and was replaced by Josh's. I felt his love ever present,
my hand in his.


Thank you Dr. Dib, Thank you Mary and Josh and all who love me.

                   Thank you Father! from your Loving Son!


Premium Member The Heart of a Poet Speaks - Part 5

Dear POETESSES and POETS of POETRY SOUP; I plead of You not to tell my Host I am speaking with You. It has been a long time since I last spoke and I was
 coerced to say what my host wanted me to say. Today I will say things about my
 host that You may want to reprimand me for. Just know that I am speaking to
 Your Hearts; as one Heart can see, feel, and hear another Hearts pang. I have had corroded artery surgery twice two strokes and a stent put in, within the last
 two years. I am not looking for Pity or Sympathy, I'm looking for understanding 
My Host has one Heart but two souls. One Soul belongs to Lenore completely. I have Pumped, through the many sorrows my host has kept inside himself for all 
these years. The second Soul is also born of Love, for the Restaurants,his Students, 88% ended up working in 5 Star Restaurants, Resorts, and Hotels. My
host is waking: More Tomorrow!

Premium Member Heart Attack

I wouldn’t say I stared it straight into the eye,
But certainly with death I was sitting side by side.
I was travelling on business, in a hotel room alone,
It was worrisome enough to have me use the phone.

I wouldn’t call it painful just enough to make me worry
When the paramedics arrived they took me to the hospital in a hurry.
When we got to the emergency room in the hospital nearby
They said they weren’t equipped for this and to another I must fly.

They strapped me in a helicopter, asking me how I felt;
Physically, not too bad, but an emotional scare I’d been dealt.
They got information to contact my wife who was sleeping at home
And asked if open heart surgery I would allow them to perform.

Again, the pain wasn’t severe, not like what you see on your TV
But the things they were saying and doing scared the living shtuff out of me.
When they put in the catheter and had themselves a look,
They inserted a stent that worked and took surgery off the hook.

The reason for my heart attack was never very clear
My vitals signs all were good, bad cholesterol I was not near
They say sometimes things like this happen for no real good reason
But now I’m thankful for my life with each and every passing season.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Heart Streams Intersect Then Diverge

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


Cleanse, To Plant 'A Seed of Virtue'

Cleanse - To plant 'A Seed of Virtue'...!


Cleanse my mind, cleanse my heart 
and cleanse my thought I pray;
seething anger, insatiable desire
and pangs of fear way-lay!

Easy prey for stimulant, that prowls 
for a hunt and looks out to vent;
feeds on from incubates in the mind,
held by an incidental stent!

Feelings follow thoughts without a barrier,
like fire and heat awaiting a pyre;
to drag me down, scuffle with me to drown -
deep into awaiting quagmire!

Stuttering words spew venom on,
maybe in offence or in defence;
sequel to inward feeling in a spurt, 
finding no way to renounce.

After what is told and heard comes action,
all without knowing - true notion;
waxing and waning emotions, only herding,
mind and intellect to utter commotion!

Does it matter to look at cause and effect,
as a 'dent' done once is done forever;
chinks tinkered, brought back to course -
visible and invisible scars - be guised never!

Repentance may dawn on own guilt - haunt
and later steer towards an apology;
but, the heart and mind of the victim 
though has distanced itself beyond 'apogee'!

Sure to help if the thought is reigned,
curbed well or changed in course;
asserted and affirmed on a positive note 
will not head-on to anything so coarse!

Plant the seed of virtue in thought and see it
transcend in nature - to boast and hold a toast;
it always does a lot of good to remember the dictum 
that "anger first consumes the host"!
© Ram Ram  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Paddy's Woes

Saint Paddy’s Day came and it went.
A gastronomical event.
	the food was spot on,
	my arteries groan
I’m sorely in need of a stent!

Premium Member A Hearty Experience

A HEARTY EXPERIENCE

Bad cholesterol found easy sites in my heart for deposition
Time came when they needed to be cleaned by operation.

Two stents were planted by what they called angioplasty
My heart would survive if the arteries didn't again get nasty.

As medical treatments were getting day by day costly
For future financial relief I got a health insurance policy.

I realized the meaning of the saying nothing lasts forever
When some years later my heart in angina started to quiver.

No options left, I had to lie once again on operation table
The doctors did their job well to make my heart stable.

The rightful claim of expenses the insurer refused to cover
For I had more than one stent placed already as heart saver.

I then realized howsoever in the ads the offers glint 
In real life one shoulda read the fine print.

February 1, 2018.

Judging Self

Too weak to speak what’s alienating me from the things
Persons I love I look around me to find I stand alone 
Me strong myself worthy I believing I can 
The air is toxic no shame in feeling this way and in what you say
The heart has its own way of expressing how it feels 
To often miss cured as having a missing screw 
Who are you to judge with no jury if the shoe fit wears it?
Let’s see how far it takes you with standing someone else’s adversities 
The rainbow comes only when the sun and clouds collide 
No shame in your step for stepping out is a sign of independence  
We’re not necessarily forced to agree not to in-stent that my cause
Discomfort to others was a mere reflection of our self- involvements  
We're owed something that we must gain on our own respect for self and others
Time has its way of making you wiser and sees things in a different light
Much lighter then accustom to the different lightening people things change 
Some for the better good some for the worst keeping in mind staying true
To yourself is always the key and golden rule treat others as you would yourself  
Not often practice makes perfect sense I have always stand-alone not really  
For there is one that I have always felt standing by me through thick and thin 
To him, I give the glory when feeling overwhelm take a knee speak from the heart
For he already knows just like you to hear yourself and believe 
He who made me gets me through thick and thin through day and night 
Through ups and downs through the go around I’ll keep my head above water for 
That’s what he want me to do in writing this I am not alone not at all
He that has the greater power is and has been with me amen

After the Rain

Airy cistern reserves now spent
Each billowing mast folds its tent
Helios hurls his flaming trident
Through singed porthole flittering glint
Fiery sparks stream through each stent
Refracted waves in mercurial columns bent
Misty water colors shroud each gilded vent
Burnt orange truffles, golden ridges resplendent

Acts of War Ii

Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
                Part of a grander play.

Are you just an apathetic Deity?
To an intellectual ape, 
Did you create me?
Or am I just cosmic hypocrisy. 
Our stent on this earth is fleeting!
BUT! My little girl is at war 
with saints 
heavenly host… 
locked in brittle battle. 
My soul must be pure thought,
I must keep up the charade.
I must not deviate.
The days come and go, ticks in infinity. 
Her room is cold, my mind-numbed 
By eternal ice it radiates…
I stand outside. 
I stand alone. 
The mansion as a buzz 
with priests, pastors, media 
in their raven black frocks 
with white shocks 
in their shadowy priestly collars.
Wages of sin and Redemption 
at war for the humanity 
For a little innocent soul, 
not a war of guns 
but of wills and damnation. 
In the wrath of righteous extermination...

II of III

Love In Genes

LOVE In GENES:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
VERSE 1:
Hold my hands and let's take a stroll,
Our strong affection sprung from the deepest fertilized joke,
Inextrecably intertwined in reasoning for ourselves,
Concealed under virtue of trust in nerves,
Withstanding against and trampling over sexual conceptions,
Seeking CHRIST's demonstrated unconditional affections,
Characterized by decency and vigilance....
We are on the right balance, 
Servant of true God,
Your smile breaks hurtful sword,
Stars of Royals...beauty brights, 
For a billion of years,We've being having trance,
Struggle is not to be futile,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
VERSE 2:
Please take not our treasure away to wrong rounds,
Made more good vows,
Thinking and wondering about great moments ahead, 
Dwelling in miracles,but may seem to be unsaid,
Prayers and petitions held in high esteem,
Since trial lies on every land,
And though people makes heavy band,
We create the best,
Twenty-four hours in a day,multiplied by eternal existence,
Seasoned with breathe of faint sence,
Let me write your name across my heart,
To let the world know you're forever a stent, 
Like how you want it,it's a lifetimes guaranteed path,
Being in my life is opened doors,
All I have is yours,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...

Premium Member Guess Who


15 October 1931 was his date of birth,
He is a man of infinite worth. 
Rameshwaram was his birthplace,	
Poverty was a villain in his case.							
						
A very down-to-earth man;	
As a paper boy, his life, he began.
He was a hardworking student;
And was always very prudent.

A low-cost coronary stent,
Along with a cardiologist, he did invent.								
As a ‘Missile Man’ he is well known,
For the talent that he has shown.

He supported Uniform Civil Code,
Upon him, Bharat Ratna was bestowed.
He is the darling of the youth;
Doubt not an ounce, for it’s the truth.
						
He was a relentless fighter,
A great orator, and writer.					
All good virtues in him we see;
Can you guess who is he?

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