Best Stent Poems

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...

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I’ve never experienced hallelujah or come-to -Jesus moments
like I’m sure many religious folks do.
I’ve never spoken in tongues (nor would I want to).
I don’t believe I was ever moved much by the Holy Spirit in church
although I have been moved 
by stories of compassion told...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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Friendly pirate wannabe flies his Jolly Roger...
while surfing cyber seas today March 2nd, 2021.

Actually yours truly quite a literate codger
(ah shucks just missed being draft dodger)
no not for baseball team, but Vietnam War
circa November 1, 1955 – April 30, 1975.

Though non establishmentarian logophile,
battle weary shambling...

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Around five years ago, I was hit with the news I had breast cancer. I kept waiting for news of this and that, and everytime I turned around, I would get more negative news. First, I had to wait to know if my tumor was...

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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...

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