Best Vascular Poems
The most social thing on earth
Social than the Social Networking Sites
Tall with straight uniform trunk
Unbranched trunk topped with a
Tuft fanlike or featherlike leaves.
Cresting with a plume of long feathery fronds
Making a graceful silhouette of unique beauty
With spiral arrangement of its wood fibers
Which makes it a tree of unusual suppleness and strength
Large evergreen leaves
With bundles of vascular tissue
Scattered throughout the trunks.
Abundant throughout the tropics
And thrive in almost every inhabitat therein
The quintessential image of relaxed and elegant lifestyle
A good friend in need,
A good friend indeed
Because of its versatility,
Many people cannot do without it.
Having as many uses as the year has days.
And noted for productivity in the bible
Imagine the way it comes to its full bearing
After ten to fifteen years on earth.
And still continue to bear for nearly a hundred years.
Of great economic importance,
Providing food, fibre, wine and oil
Widely used in landscaping for its exotic appearance
A useful ornamental tree
This social palm tree
Categories:
vascular, beauty, tree,
Form:
Romanticism
she disturbs meaning
in rhythmic pulsation
exciting to fluorescence a deeply subtext'd verse;
'but don't mistake a stinging strophe for arrogance.'
'that's just fierce presence,'
moved by waves of astonishment
cascading through a nervous and vascular system
spontaneously overflowed
sea through
with a reaching iridescent tentacle
she simply, elegantly, fluoresces a gleam in your eyes
Categories:
vascular, allegory, nature, on writing
Form:
Imagism
What A Clot Am I
I sit there just waiting, waiting my turn to move
You’ll never know where I’ll strike; I am on a mission, myself to prove
No one knows where I’ll strike, but Doppler* tries to find me
Especially if I decide to have a trip to your retina, so you can’t see
I can put a stop to you by moving, when I desire to do so.
My favorite trip is a twisting ride, then stop and deliver my blow
When I decide to stop it doesn’t matter if in youth or old age
Just watch me bowl people down, when I'm on the rampage
I travel where I will and I’ll bet you have now reached the conclusion
I am that bloody evil clot, known as a vascular occlusion
©~GG~ 3/12/2012
*Doppler (sonography a form of ultrasound)
Contest entry: Occlusion
Categories:
vascular, health,
Form:
Verse
Class or Claaassee!
Night owl with an open circumstance fears
from blue neglect with the rages of unfortunate
idealisms---“why don’t you”---a nag nag nag
sequence, fosters an arm’s length gaze glance
I peer through picket fence fingers, while tongue
depressing hop to it emo euphemisms to gag
your elementary gesture fantasies with lurking
adult ill-ustrated gonatitudes, (egoenvy) in full glee—“I don’t
care---but then what if”---and
would even believe me if I tried to tell
you the truth, you don’t want to touch in mind.
I fail to the order of kindergartenal suicide
and prose my character to mold your moods in
one tenth hope of a swelled down deep particle
secret desire. Take it for what it is and not think
to misabandon, stop, look and feelisten.
Your neighbor is only good as you. Plain
simple downdeep and bittersweet bliss bias
but for—lorn fortunate to at least gain a
Goldilocks glimpse into your uncouth
vascular unconscious. Given a mathetical, grammitical
½ chance I may re-le-learn a think or 2 times nothing
and----------------------hey, gimme me a hecka break
as he/she in razed eyebrows in an eduillusion exactimum? Well, yea!
Categories:
vascular, childhood, conflict, confusion, education,
Form:
Free verse
The Heart That Bleeds Contest
Sponsor: Malta Forever
I've been lost and found and forgot where I should start,
it's all contingent on the circumstance of my bleeding heart.
Gone...no more...goodbye...
My veins twist and my senses expand,
as I walk by your picture on your old night stand.
Sure, there was a time I didn't expect this outcome. The clear ways of your final days
only portrayed who you never thought you'd become.
At a standstill as my vessels constrain and contract, you were most special but
I couldn't contain you through an exact tunnel to refrain you.
My platelets wither as my plasma spreads, they slither like lead poison into magma
forgetting you are dead, my blood moistens, believing your lies instead.
Vascular system depleting my oxygen, if only you had listened beyond religion,
contemplating secretion, as you started the incision.
When did you think we would find you?
Was it thought out or impromptu?
I've been lost and found and forget where I should start,
it's all contingent on circumstance of my bleeding heart.
My veins twist and my senses expand,
as I walk by your picture on your old night stand.
Gone...no more...goodbye...
Date Written: February 18, 2016
Categories:
vascular, grief, sister, suicide,
Form:
Verse
Heart Song Separation
“We got separated from us last week and I haven’t found you since.” Poet’s Quote
Too long my heart we beat in arrhythmic clashes
Languishing in sudden cardiac heart arrest
Out of sync creating dark vascular ashes
No phoenix rises from heart disease - never rests.
Too long my song we argue over melodies
Distracted by atonal hallucinations
Dismissing cradle songs of haunting rhapsodies
Elusive harmonies hide in cache creations.
Too long my words we engage in rhythmic stand offs
Glaring at my silent muse - tense verbal showdowns
Impasse of wills – procrastination’s folly doff
Disguised in masks adjectives appear as pronouns.
My aimless soul seeks union with lost heart song words
Remembering your quiet smiles of peace fullness
Your velvet vesper serene these mourning tears blur
As twilight yearns in midnight’s hypnotic stillness.
Too long my heart we beat in arrhythmic clashes
Too long my song we argue over melodies
Too long my words we engage in rhythmic stand offs
My aimless soul seeks union with lost heart song words.
12-11-20
Contest: My Created Form
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Categories:
vascular, angst, heart, song, soulmate,
Form:
Rhyme
Glioblastoma
Glioblastoma - death in disguise
Makes its appearance before we realize
A stealth adversary lurking in the brain
Metastasizes without restrain
A complex enemy
Untrustworthy
Of unknown origin
Emerging from deep within
Deploying its vascular tentacles
Stealing nutrients from the body’s receptacles
Baffling is its behavior
In search of a savior
Chemo radiotherapy with no other choice
Unable to silence its voice
Surgery perhaps
With high risk of relapse
Immunotherapy – the current hope
But still a downward slope
We shall move on
Until it is gone
Categories:
vascular, endurance, father, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Trees In Spring
Beneath the trees, gazing up, I see
Branches reaching skyward, sprouting leaves,
Filtering rays through the canopy
That cause my eyes to blink breathlessly
From the mosaic, prism colour scheme.
The scenic vista is dynamic
And pleasing to absorb spring’s hypnotics.
These vascular plants drink nourishment
And utilize the sun’s energy
In the process of photosynthesis.
The reality of perception’s direction
Persuades self-effacing resignation
From biased human disposition
With artistic interpretation.
“I pray nature forgives my trespassing!”
Trees in spring of natural beauty
Whose subliminal message I can’t dismiss.
“Human intrusion has been devastating!”
Unwarranted greed condones desecrating
Tangible living poetry in motion.
Categories:
vascular, nature, spring, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
strange picture frames lie on the scorched
earth of the barren plateau, crooked and jagged..
to strange for her bucket of watercolors.
to obscure for pastel horizons to rupture in light.
no ressurection of the multi-colored aquatic bow.
no dispersed water molecules ever form in the
sky of the strange plateau.
she standing there like a solitary arcane thistle,
disturbs little the vascular tissues and rivets
of the dry grass.
the crumbling tableland streches out for
miles in its bleached open expanse.
it seems to her to be disected by very old hands.
she reachs out to hold them and once again she
is a daughter to the blood red dry earth.
a child to the hardened corrosive mantle.
the sun overhead shivers in its sleeve and
fathers her for a time.
in the high plains of the strange plateau
her soul grew so happy, though her body never
was found..
Categories:
vascular, allegory
Form:
Humanoids …
Machine people, we have them at our disposal.
I envy these soul less creatures for they as Angels
do not feel any kind of pain.
Our robot, Ed Burkye is a French guy,
the machine person, although
I do not feel comfortable
with strange person in my home,
rolling in my direction ready to serve.
Now, I will have to endure them in the spaceship.
Ethical as always, hopefully unable to kill.
With them, we will build democracy,
where people are no longer subject
to the will of governments.
Every life counts, all galaxies struggle for life
to witness its beauty, smartness and force.
Nature must is existence.
Conscious machines, great abstracted –
in unconscious state they travel.
These machine people can travel
through millions of years to distant galaxies,
cloning themselves on the way,
some for pleasure, some for business.
They are naturalists, artists or sick with politics.
“No criteria for bacteria,”
and even in multitudes they must strive
to be better, to be greater without lust,
but with power and perfection beyond trust.
They are interrupted
by the communiqué from Celestial Command.
The voice is heard as from the loud speaker.
Gentlemen do not forget,
our purpose is to colonize
with the broader one to expand
the torch of life to other Galaxies.
Conquest of the universe for all humanity,
which of course we represent.
Here three of them: Boson, Raptus and Polonius
are about to board the rocket for liftoff to Mars.
Boson to Raptus and Polonius as they walk to the rocket:
Soon, inexplicable Mars, empty as barren Earthly Moon
and the space above us, cold and lonely,
obscure place will be our home for long.
They entered the rocket.
After the door had closed,-
they took their positions.
Boson started the rocket engine,
allowing liquid hydrogen to enter it.
Fuel was ignited and clouds of smoke
forcefully burst outside.
Inside of the rocket was shaking with huge vibrations,
cosmonauts were sitting as on a volcano.
The rocket with tremendous force had been lifted
and flew into space accelerating,
entering orbital spaceflight,
until it reached escape velocity
at about eleven kilometers per second.
There is no distinction between top and bottom
and weightlessness presented challenges
to their organisms:
cardio-vascular, inner ears’ pains,
weakness of psyche and severe illusions…
Categories:
vascular, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
I docked my boat on the side of the shore and got on my motorbike and rode into the town. The streets were bare empty and not even an ant was crawling on the ground. I looked around to see if I was on earth when I felt a tingling sensation in my throat and I cough it off.
The moment plunged in silence again and I could only hear the sound of my heart beat, pluck, pluck, pluck and the blood gushing out of my arteries into my veins circulating in my vascular and cardiovascular system.
I walked idly around holding my gun close to my side, when a big truck loaded with men dressed in white sheet drove up, and parked on the other side.
They unload the, truck and the men walked towards the bush and gather around in a circle, a man came out of the truck carrying a big cross and erected it on the hill behind the circle.
Two other trucks parked up with one hundred nude men, their hands and feet bound together and they looked like prisoners from the south.
Another set of men wearing white sheet and holding long guns came out of another truck and marched the naked men towards the Crucifix on the hill.
They lay them flat on the ground with face down in the earth and begin a strange ritual .
I had some toffee I had picked up from the store and I placed the toffee in the corner of my Jaw while I observe the proceedings with awe.
They set the Crucifix on fire and it starts blazing and the Klan begins a strange chant, it was the sound death rumbling in the ribs of men
Hundreds of them dressed in white sheets with a pyramid shouting above their head and two eyes cut out in the middle to behold the dead.
The Klan chief’s gathers around the burning crucifix and call out to the prisoners lying on the ground and they all stood up at the same time.
They marched around the cross with their naked bodied shivering in the dark and the chief utter a sound and one hundred men were shot dead and they fell on the ground.
The blood soaked the earth and the sting of death penetrates the dirt but the Ku Klux Klan continues to chant and shout and conduct their gruesome ritual until mid-night.
I toed my motorcycle from the town and when I was far out of sight I rode back to the shore and place it on the boat and left the odious town.
Categories:
vascular, city, community, courage, culture,
Form:
Narrative
Deep within the wooded thick of a coniferous forest's vascular limbs,
A chorus of loons cry in mosaic croons which echo from where they swim.
They swim in a lake, the sixth of eight; a link in a mountain chain,
Forged by the damming of rivers filled by the gathering of rain.
As the birds' words wash across the polish of water sitting still,
Moonlight melts in speculum upon this lake of swallowed ichorous swills.
Categories:
vascular, imagery, nature, water,
Form:
Couplet
lub dub, lub dub echoes of the heart
just one sound that will tear it apart
its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks
fuselage lines squeezed from the fortress of plaques
the alarm is out to all cells standing in harm’s way
its possible they may not make another day
it could be sudden like a viperous bite
that could send the body into a shocking flight
tunnels are barricaded, tissues starving for blood
chemical stations are straining to get thru the mud
the flashing alarm has tripped, all responders are rushing
anti coagulators gown up to intercede and begin crushing
sirens in the rescue bunker, corpuscles set out to quell
can they get there quickly or will life end up in the well
detour routes are now flagged to allow an alternate flow
when safety is signaled all lanes will open and be set to go.
all commuter service has been put on red alert
predators do not interfere, let the squads tend to the hurt
second alarm sounded as there are many causalities
the impact is enormous, there may be reduced mentalities
life lines installed to improve the balance of nutriments
also to flush out the exorbitant level of ill condiments
recovery is expected although time is of the essence
mortality levels can rise post arterial strikes, during convalescence.
all teams called to aid in the tragic head on collision
will undergo precautionary measures for structural revision
efforts were made with fortunate outcome without a fatality
all inhabitants within the vascular circuit now have stable vitality.
this highway thru hell episode will be published in medical journals
to exemplify what occurs to inbound route and to those externals
echoes of the heart rely upon safety of all users of the track
drivers will have annual inspections for hazardous cargo like plaque.
this has been an inside look at actual effects of a heart attack.
and cast have been commentated for their heroic tributes.
the events has been edited for visualization but are true to life
Categories:
vascular, health, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy
leafless boughs;"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Earth Rips different
Not like cloth
tearing, sharp, painful sounds
Thicker cloth nêe bursts
baritone harshness
Ripping from earth, done
solemnly, knowing greater
calamitous unearthing is
certain, feels like bursting
Buttons, brief Eyelash
Flash of shock, something
missing, phantom pain some
Describe
My drying herbs, roots and all
Gave up this way, by my hand
As the 70' Norway Spruce Pine
in front of 30 Rock NYC
Slowly weeps tears of sweet sap
Squeezed from constricting veins
Machines surprising vast
Vascular networks of life below
Ground
Forced abscission really
Slowly dying, withering, shackled
In stantions for all to admire in
Spectacled holiday lights
Politicians virtue-signal righteous
Uses for its sublimated limbs
Sticks of assorted stature for
Sordid assignments...
I'll spice my curries
with my hand-pulled
Herbs
November
2019
Categories:
vascular, irony,
Form:
Lyric
Bearing fatherly integrity’s good stature
My Dad, regarded with great pleasure
Ascended as clan’s patriarchal figure
Anchored upon tribal culture’s procedure.
Showing kindness and sharing his bounty
Not on his elevated platform, but from his heart’s generosity
He was sought-after for his counseling authority
As he offered gems of truth along functional practicality.
Afflicted with cardio-vascular illness
He was seen descending the staircase of health’s wellness
Yet, never did he stoop down from his helping business
While cleaving to God for His graciousness.
Midst aging pressure, he fought sickness’ pain
Clinging with faith to His Healer for strength’s gain
Surely, he struggled against medical strain
Though slain with physical debility, his spirit of courage did reign.
Beholding him descending lifeless … but triumphant*
We whom he’s touched felt gratefully jubilant
Having a tenacious leader who’s likewise a meek servant
Leaving us a legacy of how to make someone’s life radiant.
Vividly, I witnessed Dad’s physique succumb to mortality’s light
He, with joyous countenance, left his body toward heavenly flight
Coming down the stairs of his existence with noble example in sight
The Lord be praised for his decent descent of godly character might.
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
October 16, 2019
Honorable Mention, " STRAND SPECIAL..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/10/2019.
Categories:
vascular, blessing, christian, death, faith,
Form:
Rhyme