Long Ablation Poems
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I fear I'm losing patience in the midst of your neglect,
It keeps hounding me like stations of the cross ...
And a cardiac ablation holds more pleasure, I suspect,
Though the very same dear organ feels the loss.
Six decades have now passed without a sign of amity,
All your focus on my failures and mistakes ...
For eyes like yours are monochrome, incapable to see
What a lifelong search for purpose sometimes takes.
For you success is money, it's how your life is skewed,
But I'll never see this spinning world the same ...
For me there is a balance, heeding all that is imbued,
With much that can't be seen or given name.
I hoped that in our later years we might yet reconcile,
And find a peaceful shore where we'd connect ...
But you now specialize in squeezing grimaces from smiles,
Thus, our waters churn with mutual disrespect.
Oh, I will always love you, as you tried your best to be
A provider who could work and scold and boast ...
But most kids want a daddy who can care and touch and see
That love is what their children need the most ...
And when it's come to such ... you've been a ghost.
* Dementia pulls a number of extraordinary things from everyone, including the patient, and you discover some rather odd emotions throughout the process, one of which can be caring for someone who has never cared for YOU ... love becomes very basic, and keeps all in the proper perspective. *
It’s about Iran
January 13, 2026: 'Help is on the way,' Donald Trump says as he urges Iranians to 'keep protesting'
Me should be humble. A nobody
Not rich or famous, a cogwheel
But I have eyes, and watch the bawdy
The sneaky moves, “Art of a Deal”
I am no party to no bargain
The secret talks that shouldn’t take place
So “no sh*t hit no fan”, a jargon
Describes a shameful loss of face
Call it smart tactics, moves a-pending
Where final words have not been said
But in my heart, I know the ending
“Pull back and leave”, this story’s end
We made a promise to a nation
That rose to fight the evil scum
In faraway, Mid-East location
With pleas ignored, the world went mum
We could have gone and made a change
Historic chance in our palms
But no, we started an exchange
With heartless beasts without qualms
Have no connection to that nation
“Who cares, not my backyard”, bro
I disagree, peace though ablation
Crazed ayatollahs, they must go
Now, everyone Trump’s tugging ear
With every possible concern
We went and stopped, so far yet near
To watch good folks hanged, shot and burn
Don’t make no trade in dark back alley
Just do what’s right, that should be plan
This film has an unknown finale
Foretell I can’t, I’m no wise man
Be decent, don’t change the offer
This ain’t a real estate deal
Blood spilled for freedom, I’m no scoffer
U.S,, cannot back down or kneel
February 9, 2026
Stress fractures
nerves worried faces
diagnosing ourselves
News bad good and bad flow from each
room
tears joy anxiety glee
Surgeons nurses physicians assistants
in out Xray MRI electro cardiogram
mumbles groans laughs
pains worries
anti-inflammatory analgesic ablation
bedside manner compassion
stoic silence brave exterior
resilient fragile young old
tired of hurting hurting tired
sterile antiseptic
STAT
replacement rehab rejuvenate rectify
Why me
biohazard no trash
bad magazines charts
forms forms forms
Hipa compliance
Hip replacement
shoulder pain
smolders
code blue code black
co-pay
It seems that, much to my elation,
they’ve scheduled me for an ablation,
the actual ramification
being no more need for medication.
The actual source of frustration
has been atrial fibrillation;
regularity takes a vacation
and causes a thumping sensation.
Electrical cauterization
shuts down the heart’s over-stimulation
via pathway elimination
of excess cardiac innervation.
‘Twould be nice to see a cessation;
there are certainly good indications -
the hard work and culmination
of research in my generation.
In the process of ideation,
the heart boasts personification,
depicted in fine illustrations
of longing and imagination.
And so, Lord, grant my supplication
and eliminate all consternation,
such that I might thy glorification
continue with much adoration
and improved syllabification.
Seeps in like a sparkle of bright lightning,
Rudely rough; like diamond unpolished;
In forms of thought or belief, heightening,
Stays inside bare vacuum diminished;
Propels forces of impressions within,
Comprehensive concepts clearly creates,
Idea and concept, yet, aren't the same;
When it is gruesome, facial guise goes grin,
With head and heart smoothly associates,
Idea is an unquenchable flame...!
Newton got it from fresh falling apple,
Archimedes shouted loud: Eureka!
Ada Lovelace, sometimes, could not grapple,
Though she was as full as angelica;
Galileo Galilee, through his lens,
Got idea of whole constellation,
Idea keeps up its vital rhythm;
Einstein challenged each philosopher, thence,
With relativism! What an ablation!
He had his self-tuned witty logarithm...!!!
Though flares in mind of independent souls,
Its ignition sphere is Hades-like deep;
Wedded with other views, gets greater goals,
Like snakes-mating, ideas dance and creep;
What else, than idea, does change the world?
Globe, today, is frizzled to finger-chip,
No morality rules have any say;
When tiny charming buds turn curled and furled,
When nothing,is, in one's fingertip,
Only idea can make its sole sway...!!!
30 April 2022
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux (trumped up)
accumulation unfairly fingering
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
In human form I was born. In human frame I will stay,
but for some other species, life doesn't transpire that way.
A wiggly caterpillar transmutes into a wondrous creature
when it emerges with beautiful wings as its best feature.
I can't begin to imagine myself in an altered physical form
and have my atoms rearranged, deviated from the norm.
I wonder... if I entered another realm, in the spiritual sense,
would I cast shadows or auras of light in bright effulgence?
For the transfigured mind of my heart to be in mutual accord,
first it must surrender the resident ego to receive its reward.
Once I perceived answers to the bounty of questions asked,
could I be transmuted again, or would my future be masked?
Is it likely that my state of 'being' will be something to resist
and query in what physiological sentience could I feasibly exist?
I seek clarification about what happens in life as a transmutation.
Is it even something I could fathom, given a plausible explanation?
I don't wish to become a frog from tadpole, and egg hatched,
because to my human body, I have become rather attached.
First, I'd inquire if there is a reversion process after mutation
that would rescind metamorphosis through a surgical ablation.
I had better start at the beginning
When my heart started beating to fast.
When I collapsed at work one day
And I thought I had breathed my last.
We had booked to go on holiday,
On a cruise we was ready to go.
But two days before we was sailing,
The doctor said the holiday is a no.
He said I had to go into hospital,
In a ambulance, with blue lights so fast.
They gave me a chemical cardioversion,
Three times,but that didn't last.
They said I had to see specialist,
But it slowed down and I could go home.
All I could do when I got back,
Was to sit and wait by the phone.
Then my heart again went out of rhythm,
I was back laid out on the floor.
When the ambulance came to collect me
My pulse was three hundred or more.
So they gave me another cardioversion,
But the electric one instead.
I wasn't very long back in rhythm,
At least I'm still here and not dead.
This has been going on for two years or more,
A alternative they will have to explore.
They decided to do a catheter ablation,
Three tubes from my groin to my heart.
To burn away all of my problems,
I felt like I had got a new start.
Then one morning in September it happened,
I awoke at my usual time
My wife said I looked really vacant,
She said I didn't look fine.
Then I came round from my trance like state,
Then I went out the door.
Later that night,I didn't feel right,
So to hospital just like before.
It turned out, I'd had a stroke,
A bilateral cerebral infarction.
I knew it had to be something really bad,
But I didn't show any reaction.
At least my body doesn't show many signs,
And my mind seems to work as before.
The only problem I seem to have
Is my heart is out of rhythm once more.
Sometimes it's high, sometimes it's low,
My specialist says,
A pacemaker is the only way to go.
I will have to have medication,
To slow it when it's high,
The pacemaker will work if I go low,
So hopefully it won't let me die.
I bet there is a lot of people out there,
With symptoms just like me.
Putting it down on paper,helps with my anxiety.
This poem about my a fib, the scariest thing in my life.
So thanks to the doctor's, nurses and specialists,
And most of all my wife.
Without her help and quick thinking,
I don't think I would still have a life.
11/9/2020
I have been struggling with a faded thought
until my mind's become confused and tangled.
At a crossroad, this battle is being fought
between my stubborn brain and wounded heart.
I've great fear one of them will be strangled.
I thought I knew what my life was all about,
but perhaps my heart has been deceived.
I'm suffering a sense of loss; filled with doubt
hoping I haven't taken a misguided route.
I'm finding that life is not as I had perceived.
Their controversy is deeply rooted down,
encompassing what is far beyond my vision.
I search my memory, but it makes me frown,
and my grieving heart will not backdown.
I'm left wrestling in the wallows of indecision.
I won't deny that what troubles me the most
is my attempt at arbitration has gone unheeded.
I'd just as soon try reasoning with a bedpost,
than a brain and heart that are nearly sclerosed.
Neither wants to be the one who has conceded.
I'm fervently trying to make them understand
that if there's to be any hope of our salvation,
they must stop their outrageous grandstand
before I'm forced to give a harsher reprimand.
They suggested I give the other a total ablation!
Surgically remove my brain? I gave it thought,
but it was something that I would have to keep.
We'd all expire if I agreed to dispose of my heart.
That certainly would not be clever on my part!
My anatomy is cursed with two black sheep!
I'm stuck in the middle and I've made a decision,
to threaten them to make peace or they're out.
If they don't come to terms, I'll have to audition
for a new mind and heart who'll be in submission.
I felt a bit cruel, but enjoyed watching them pout!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyUebyqDCYg
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above, sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes
and inspire forthcoming musings of the mind ***
Traverse with me oh blessed soul into a world of silence
together we can breach the Universal laws of order
and wrap our dreams with silver bows of mercy and love.....
Ensembles of beauty will ignite and claim our hearts
as we become students of the inner light ;
Place the spotlight onto heaven with ecumenical delight
recall the stars ablation as they blink and disappear
for sake of morns relinquish,she yields to sacred night;
Go ahead resign your tribulations and comply dear Mystic,
sing your cacophonic songs as miracles abound
beneath His tribal skies, new contracts await you,
so now that you know, go set the world on fire
with your afterglow and gait.
Nov. 16, 2019