Long Heart rate Poems
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- 252 - fireflies -
phantasy times dream
luminous in the pitch dark -
does not charge in rain…
- 253 - luna -
bewitched by moonlight
it doesn't attack anyone -
loyal companion
- 254 -"trolltunga"
troll's tongue -
walks on the troll's tongue
a spectacular landscape
accept the challenge
- 255 -by sunshine -
huge cushioned mountains
snow shine in the eyelashes -
the soul's strings resting
- 256- frozen lake -
winter on water
transparent freezing of ice -
warm gray woolen socks
- 257 - survives -
off the beaten track
the river behind the barn -
small trees defiant
- 258 - winter sunset -
on heaven's canvas
watch the fire between portals -
blushing with beauty
- 259 - strength -
any type of rose
reaching for heavenly dreams -
the name doesn't matter
- 260 - almost untouched -
a dear place to live
this vibrant winter landscape -
time for enjoyment
- 261 - proximity -
an edge of the sky
the mind's silent guardians -
with life giving warmth
- 262 - forest elf -
before the midnight
wings glistening in dew pearls -
grew up in forest
- 263 - majestic -
bold as foaming waves
watch the sea with eagle eyes -
binocular view
- 264 - frozen -
nature's ice sculptures
an ephemeral beauty -
spirit of winter
- 265 - no chicken feet -
a steaming sauna
enjoy dip in the cold pool -
with resting heart rate
- 266- off and on -
strange whims of winter
thoughts of spring are comforting -
the old winter coat
- 267 - dazzling -
vibrant sunset fades
inevitable twilight -
the night silhouettes
- 268 - snow kiss -
the snowfall of grace
soft touch with a tender kiss -
mercy set me free
- 269 - landscape -
twilight light reflects
on the snow covered mountains -
air is fresh and crisp
26.01.2023
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In my ruby red shoes I click my heals
Take out my golden pen
Through transcendental meditation raise my heart rate up
Placing my head in a cosmic spin
Conjure up a darkened mood
Then brighten it up a bit
Oh, I almost forgot for luck
I go outside and spit
With a touch of genius (I don't mind saying)
I lay down my first AMAZING line
Pour over it stroke by brilliant stroke
Then erase it half a dozen times
As I analyze my finished gem
Dissecting it line by enticing line
This time I'm sure like every time before
Another masterpiece is mine
Then I noticed that one misplaced word
That changes everything I had to say
I think to myself...ahhh, "what the heck"
And I post it anyway
Technological marvel:
who’d have ever guessed?
They went to the moon,
powered by less.
The thing receives phone calls,
it’s got GPS,
a mindfulness app
for when you are stressed.
It monitors heart rate,
can produce EKGs,
prompts you when it’s time:
take your medicine, please.
Blood-oxygen levels,
hours of REM sleep;
If you’re under the water,
it knows just how deep.
If you’re lost in the woods,
it will help get you back,
or blast a loud siren
if you’re under attack.
The steps that you took,
the stairs that you climbed,
record a voice memo
to capture a rhyme.
Listening to music,
or receiving a text,
keep up with your groceries,
so your wife won’t be vexed.
For the gals, tracking cycles,
and for all, track your phone,
keeps up with the NASDAQ,
and the stocks that you own.
But it doesn’t record
all the things that you missed -
Life in arrest,
watching your wrist.
To love is to be romantic,
From Gay Paris to the Antarctic,
Without romance there is no love,
Watery, lukewarm, a sort of!
Never take your partner for granted,
Or distance allow you to be parted,
For these love affairs are risky
Have your love near, and act briskly,
The two of you are an item forever!
Never go to bed angry,
Don’t want to be love hungry,
Be trusting and be trusted,
Don’t be unfaithful, you’ll get busted,
Lend an ear to a problem,
And your heart rate will blossom,
Have a picnic in your garden at night,
Whilst the moon is light and bright,
Go skating if young, bowling if older,
Do things together, becoming bolder,
Keep in touch with family,
They form a foundation for harmony,
Never think you will change him or her,
Be assured of that,
Right from the start!
These love commandments you must keep,
Your love will rise and definitely creep
Beyond our universe, infinitely steep!
“If you keep only healthy food in your cupboard and fridge, you will eat good food.” – Errick McAdams
“You need a steroid to fix your ills.
Now vaccination to ward off winter chills.
Take an antidepressant, to calm your woes.
Let’s try antibiotics and see how it goes.
A short run of oxycodone to ease any pain.
Eating salt and acidy food you must refrain.
We will give you antacids just in case,
And a full range of vitamins, food to replace.
Eat nothing with Gluten or carbohydrate.
We’ll give you a pill to lower your heart rate.
A bevy of sprays to help you breathe.
A mood stabilizer if you begin to seethe.
There’s nothing else before you run out of money.
Make sure you call if you begin to feel funny.
Your health will soon be at its highest peak.
Make an appointment to see me in a week.”
"How uplifting it feels to be given such care.
Knowing my specialist has it all right there.
And silly me was considering healthy living.
Fresh air, good food and exercise, such a misgiving !!"
Awaken Intuition
Breathe the sacred breath of life,
Attuning the vessel to the Higher Self.
Focus on breathing,
As those thoughts disappear.
Rising like passing vapors.
Observe and return to breathing.
Relieve all anxieties,
Of spirit, heart, and flesh.
Notice the rise and fall of your chest.
Manifesting the miracle within.
In this moment, become calm in mind.
Close your eyes, surrender those restless thoughts.
Calming brain waves into ambient relaxation.
To heal damaged body tissues.
Releasing the ghosts of past trauma,
Anchor your focus on the breath.
Begin to feel relief from insomnia.
An end to overthinking.
Embrace deep, healing sleep;
Feel the body’s aura cleaning.
By elevating your vibration,
To the height of divine gnosis,
The whole body harmonizes.
Breathe and find eternal balance.
Within the realm of ultimate renewal.
Dissolve all earthly limitations.
And awaken your higher consciousness.
Bring down your heart rate.
To an Alpha frequency.
In pure devotion, your light is magnification.
Awakened intuition to reach quantum cognition,
Releasing inner conflicts.
Return to oneness,
Attracting love with mind fuel.
To a new beginning.
transmutation.
I have lived my entire life suppressing squeamish hurls.
My cringe that never ends startles, falters and recoils.
I would like people's internal body substances properly contained
but cannot even escape vile as piled by family and pets in upsets.
Slithering, slimy reptiles are so very, entirely ugly
their looks even hurt the feelings of their mommy's.
Televised close-ups of intrusive surgeries are so yucky
I must close my eyes to keep funky from my tummy.
Someone screaming terror, alive and sobbing in a coffin,
puts my sanity through a horrendous, endless haunting.
In public I cringe straight to furious seething when
an adult fist threatens an innocent little her or him.
Flinching happens, sometimes accompanied by a scream
and while it's not great, it at least validates my heart rate.
**Quatern**A French form, four quatrain poem similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne.
The first line repeats, each stanza in different locations! I like it because the refrain
adds depth and structure!
Impending Changes
Alluring, these pending changes
Everything could fall into place
This heart that has seen much patience
Still, there are steps I need to take
Achieve success, I can't rush fate!
Alluring, these pending changes,
Excitement slowing my heart rate.
Test my theory with vacation!
Paid time off gives motivation,
Decided, once the weather breaks!
Alluring, these pending changes
Tired of normal, I want great!
Stressed, searching for my happy place.
Different, in vision. Ambitious!
Lived to long in fear, my mistake,
Alluring, these pending changes!
Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
2/10/2014
White Devil
Call it what you want!
I call it, his favorite season hunt...
Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront.
Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt.
I smell it in the air, lost upon the white golden stair.
A deep frost dwelling all over his lair.
Tangled by the frozen grip of my hair.
A decision, I declare to give what he won't spare.
This man has no red suit..
Lurking in the white to recruit.
A midnight suicide clouding me with pollute.
I pause my tongue on mute, lost in a white castle chute.
Headed straight into a shivering blazing star path.
The land of snow covered like a bubble bath.
Breaking icicles like crystal glass, suck3d by the milky-way mass.
Multiplying bruises like a cascade, enjoying the aftermath.
Finding a way to slit the pain in my domain.
I grab a coat and lace my name to Mary-Jane.
Inserting the finest line to ease the drain in my brain.
I drink the icy scotch, and drop a silver nickel into the devils cocaine.
Fallen in to his bait, its too late, I got 7 lines on my dinner plate.
I'm covered up in snow, enjoying the amazing way to suffocate.
Eight beats to every minute is my new heart rate.
I'm reaching for the white golden gate, where the white devil waits.
Drowning like liquor in a frappe mixing the winter's high tide.
Death to my soul is where I hide under this white blanket neutral side.
Too heavy to uplift this storm lost in the devil's cold custard suicide guide.
Waking up in a coma, in a world where white collides with the rage of suicide.
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(( Trapped in a snowy blizzard))
The day my mind folded over the highway.
in sunny Florida citrus surrounded me
the breeze was just right as oranges danced.
with lemons scents the sun dazed my sight
as the ground rose up to greet the vehicle
panic arose first responders pronounced me.
Doa, I thought this was a rapid heart rate.
not knowing it meant I was nonresponsive.
gravely I opened my eyes 30 minutes later.
to a pinkish beige sticky substance splattered
across the dashboard and window vainly
I began fixing my face realizing this fleshy.
sticky glue came from underneath my eye.
in which my eye was hanging by now desperate?
so happy to be alive I was flighted out while.
I was being mended by Jesus finally slipped.
into a coma to wakened on the third day unable
to tie my shoe because I was three years old again.
I could only recognize. primary colors like red,
blue green, yellow, purple hurt my brain.
I no longer could hold a fork hitting my cheek with
the fork every time tried to eat; I cried when I should.
be laughing I also laughed when I should be crying.
my young children became my parents teaching.
me to tie my shoes holding my hand across the street.
I wasn't fond of this new brain injured girl I'd become.
who was she? what did she want looking back at me?
in the mirror searching for herself searching for me
the lady I was right before the impact my hands.
are sweating panic attacks created a sense of loss.
doctors' insurance companies arrived sign here dear.
here and initial here my mind hurt I forgot how to pee.
traumatic headaches aroused my temporal lobe.
a sinking feeling allowed me to feel pain severe pain.
my balance was way off I stood with a lean vertigo.
as if I was always standing on a ledge or a cliff.
when I was standing right at my front door.
lifelong therapy medication writing continuously.
to keep. my brain working in use dreading dementia.
or possibly Alzheimer lot's wires connected to my head.
I'm shaking full of fret my life has so much meaning.
every day with traumatic brain injury a beautiful find
is indeed the first day of the injury a coping mind?