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Come take a trip with me it more of a journey
Ride life's hi-way with me the thrills and chills of all the pills
Climb inside my mind after brain surgery when I could hear but not speak;
It was what I would have imagine doing acid or LSD would be
not being able to speak or walk falling when you tried by yourself but as I got better
I could stand on my own after a week I could walk but talk it took longer and I was
a BIG TALKER & WRITER but not so much anymore so when I do it is not for the prize
I do it for me to prove to myself I still can
Come take a trip with me down my life's hi-way
My road has not been long but fill with lots of big pot holes
First before I was a double digit midget I fell and cut my writing arm
thus forcing me to learn how to write again first pot hole
I was putting up groceries with my brothers and I was hit with a 5lb can of coffee
in the face cutting my nose 5 stitches second pot hole
Riding my horse in a race and was bit by the other horse and again stitches third pot hole
kidnapped in my teens but got away four pot hole
I thought when I got married I broke the curse wrong I flipped a pickup when I was
pregnant 3 times me and the baby took our first steps together fifth pot hole
Then he want somebody to play with it took 5 years to get a sister six pot hole
His senior year I battled brain cancer I had brain surgery and the took out as much of the tumor as they could now my husband and children are stuck raising me
I now have cancer low sugar seizures and high blood pressure but it wont be any of theses that get me oh no my kids will be the DEATH of me
For with love come the greatest pot hole in life at the bottom is the most emotional
ride joy anger hate compassion kindness consideration discipline and wrapped up and sewn together with love so I know
Even the smallest ants cast a long shadows
I have been gone from the soup for months ands Linda came to look me up and invited me to her blog it was because I had a grand mall and it sucked!
God Almighty be thanked
for never shutting down
His blessings keep on
pouring down
Supplying us in the midst
of enhanced community lockdown
With His grace
that’s always flowing down.
The Lord be praised for upholding our Pastor
who never slows down
He keeps cheering us against crisis
that’s putting many people down
Especially in helping us get revived
to fight tendency of breaking down
And by Christ’s strength, strive to get up
so as not to be knocked down.
God be glorified for our Pastor
who guides us “to the Lord, we bow down”
His leadership directs us to approach God
with faith, humbling down
Believing that the Saviour is graciously
reaching us down
While worshipping in spirit and in truth
reverentially kneeling down.
We greet you, Pastor, smiting pandemic gloom
that’s pressing fervour down
With hearts staying near you
despite social distancing’s pulling down
We pray that you’ll remain healthy
with great physical tone-down
And be spared from high blood pressure
since God’s peace can calm you down.
We salute you, Pastor, for your fortitude
of never quitting down
Along your fervent preaching of God’s Word
while we’re sitting down
Likewise your diligent commitment
and practice to push laziness down
Since enthusiasm in soulwinning
and ministry-works should not cool down.
Thank you, Pastor*, for strengthening
our spirits against falling down
Exhorting us that through prayer
all our cares, to the Saviour, we cast down
We lift you to the Lord Who can conquer
enemies that tear you down
Persuaded that you’re a gift from God
indeed heavenly sent-down.
*Jeremiah 3:15 And I will give you pastors according to mine heart, which shall feed you with knowledge and understanding.
April 22, 2020
Dear exam
Sincerely I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you
To be fair, I don’t think anybody does
You issue countless threats in the name of tests
A series of poison in carefully measured dosage
Administered by well-trained ‘motivational speakers’ who apparently knows more about my life than I
They mean well I can’t deny
But the way they sugar coat high blood pressure, depression, diabetes and serve it with a smile
I can’t help but think they are in on it
Thinking about you is sleep depriving
Preparing for you is depressing
If I die now, I’d go straight to heaven because you’ve scared the hell out of me
You have me working so hard to earn your approval
Failure of which I prove to be a nobody
My parents believe in you, how you got them to is beyond me
They have bet my success or failure in life on you
Every mark I score, every grade I get reflects a future
A delusional believe that you can bring a fortune
But you and I both know that is not entirely true, is it?
Anxiety attacks and depression are a possibility
Ulcers and paranoia are a guarantee
But the sad thing is, all this anger and pain, is because I flanked the last paper
And I’m afraid, I’m so afraid of my future.
Mathematics is a headache
Economics is a heartache
Biology is a sweetheart and pass it am certain
But last time I scored an E in religion, I had to wonder if I was satan
History is past tense, I buried it with legends
Gave my undivided attention to geography, but damn it’s hard as a rock
I loved chemistry, till I saw you in it
You are such a mole, I even lost the concept
My spoken language is perfect, too bad it can’t be reflected when I write you
I mean…how do I see gray in black and white?
You are so small but the ripple effect is seismic
Instead of helping you just here to tease me.
I hate to tell you that I told you but I told you
I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you.
God be thanked for grace of laughter He's never shutting down
Mirth blessings for ha-ha-ha bursts that keep on pouring down
With enthusiasm-warmth midst community lockdown
Along His provisions always flowing down.
The Lord be praised for upholding us; from stress, to slow down
Cheering* against global crisis putting many down
Reviving our souls to fight tendency of breaking down
Propping strength in fighting despair-caused knock down.
Christ be glorified for enabling us to move on as to Him we bow down
Directing us to approach Him with faith, humbling down
Since He is graciously reaching us down
While we worship in spirit and in truth, reverentially kneeling down.
We trust the Saviour Who smites pandemic gloom that’s pressing fervour down
Bringing us nigh Him, despite social distancing, greatly pulling each one down
He’s our wellness power, making us healthy, with great physical tone-down
Sparing us from high blood pressure as His serenity calms us down.
Propelled with the spirit of never quitting down
Exhorted to rejoice, as our cares to the Sovereign we cast down
We cleave to the Holy Ghost Who can conquer anxieties tearing down
Sufficed by His mercy and grace, indeed heavenly sent-down.
We laugh out loud with divine joy, bouncing up from falling down
To bask in blissful peace while hearing Bible preaching when sitting down
Ready to serve along diligent commitment to push laziness down
Exuberant for ministry pursuits, prayerfully… not feeling down.
Matthew 14:27 … Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.
Acts 23:11 …The Lord stood by him, and said, Be of good cheer…
August 28, 2020
2nd place, "Living It Up For Laughter" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/1/2020.
Never took illegal drugs but now I am loaded with prescriptions
Did eat a mountain of sugary sweets and gulped an ocean of soda
Never used tobacco or liked the smell and taste of alcohol
Don't know if my body as any wear for worse, lungs strong.
Diabetes and high blood pressure keep me humble
Kidney failure because of some prescriptions
Good doc helped me get off those my kidneys good again
Thank God for that, miracles still happen each and every day
People just don't see what they see.
Lost two toes from diabetes, stubborn ulcer on left foot
Foot brace weighs me down, wear size sixteen shoe
Nine E wide for that brace. Won't be high kicking in a chorus line
People open doors for me, no pitchforks and torches yet
Goodness still there.
Arthritis the pain that greets you every day. Gout nasty pain.
Specialist doc prescribe drug that ends swelling, hands are normal again.
God works through people, He bless us with those of knowledge
and ability to help us heal. Grateful to God and those he blessed
that make our life livable day by day.
Got three dogs in my old age, two little fellows are seventeen now
Every morning two little miracles greet me. They do pretty good
Kublia walks like me and Genghis has his own prescriptions.
Sassy my big baby two year old. Was she too young for me to adopt
Was Sassy selfish on my part? Who rescued who? Now I see tomorrow.
Funny how the Bible never liked dogs, If we were still adding new books
would that have changed.
Never took illegal drugs, just lived life's flow of ups and downs.
That great roller coaster ride of arm stretching hand waving
loud screaming highs to that big dropping dip with butterflies
dancing in your stomach lows. I need a candy bar and root beer float.
we are at the deepest betrayal
which began at the breast of soured milk
wolfish is the womb of a religious maternal presents
suffer unto the
that child who
will nerve be free
for what place dose religion
have among sinners
but to be at the head of the table
you, fool me not old demon of altered greed
i know you come only for power
and not to set me free
i will not sale you my soul
for it dose not belong too me
my sins are lessened with every pray
and only he seems to give some mercy
too me
my eyes, have been poisoned with pork
that i do not eat
my body has been inhibited
by Bacillus anthracis (ANTHRAX)
my Stomach has been colonized
with the biology of parasites
the price i have payed
to try and be free...
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For the Price of Freedom
we are at the deepest betrayal
which began at the breast of soured milk
wolfish is the womb of a religious maternal presents
suffer unto thee
that child who
will never be free
for what place does religion
have among sinners
but to be at the head of the table
you, fool me not old demon of altered greed
i know you come (came) only for power
and not to set me free
i will not sale you my soul
for it does not belong to me
my sins are lessened
with every prayer
and only he
seems to give some mercy
too me
my eyes, have been poisoned with pork
that i do not eat (high blood pressure)
my body has been inhibited
by Bacillus anthracis (ANTHRAX)
my Stomach has been colonized
with the biology of parasites
the price i have paid
to try and be free...
(fixed? 5-3-2017 wed)
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by Patrick Cornwall on Friday, January 20, 2012 at 10:08am
He was the last of his kind and it was known.
Some dated him one hundred years and he had style.
Christmas was his time and the rest of the year he felt nothing.
But Thanksgiving came and some cared and tried to help.
They came in their vans with Almighty Church of Thanksgiving and Christmas painted on its sides.
But after the New Year he was alone again except for his friend the rat.
He slept in the subway, where it wasn't too bad.
His clothes were in tatters and the rat brought him food.
His blanket was newspapers which he read and then slept underneath.
Sometimes the rat read to him while he snoozed.
The niners went casually around him and his newspapers but some listened to the rat reading.
The rat was nice and sometimes the Old Man would read to him too.
The rat loved the funnies and would roll over holding his stomach laughing.
The Old Man grabbed his Thunderbird and gave some to the rat.
The rat drank when in the mood and most times he was.
The rat wasn't supposed to drink because of his high blood pressure.
The old man loved the rat but he often disappeared and it made him sad.
He took a pull and wondered where the rat had gone and braced against the cold.
He saw the rat sitting in the booth where the tokens went and rat waved him through.
He was hungry and searching found a perfectly good hamburger in the pickup window.
People watched as he dug in the trash can and the train lighting the tunnel.
He washed the burger down with the last of his Thurnderbird and decided to get on the train before it came.
LET YOUR YEA MEAN YEA AND YOUR NAY MEAN NAY
Speaking of forgiveness: If you say you did - but you didn’t, if you said you do - but you don’t. Who gets cheated?
If a person asks for forgiveness and you said you have but you haven’t; Said you did - but you don’t, and you treat them like you didn’t. Because you hadn’t; Then who gets cheated out of their blessing?
People must understand the power of forgiveness is in the spoken word. Let your yes mean yes and your no mean no. Because your words are bonded to your intentions, the hardest thing to do is to forgive someone that never even ask. Yet you become the stronger when you do.
Yet if one asks to be forgiven and you say you will; But you won’t, say you do but you don’t, it is you who will lose your blessing. Not only are you losing your blessing, but you also lose the right to ask for your own forgiveness when in need.
To forgive is “Divine”; If are asked and even more so if you’re not asked. Receiving “the forgiven” back into your heart is easy, if you have truly forgiven them.
Still, you do not have to receive anyone back into your life; Especially If they are disruptive to your peace of mind, and create turmoil, chaos, and negative energy.
Some people thrive on it some people die from it.
Just be sure and careful of the reasons you do anything you do. !
Check yourself as why are you attracted to certain people, places and things, even though they cause stress and high blood pressure.“check your motives”.
Check yourself, before you wreck yourself.! And forgive yourself first.!
Jesus healed a man who called out for help
He had nothing else to do
But to have faith
Because he could not do anything for himself
He learned to accept who he was
And he learned to accept the things that he was going through
With just a tiny winy bit of faith
and about a half of a clue
He cried out silently:
No Matter what I'm going through
Even with a half of clue
But GOD I'm still faithful in you
Then he cried out loudly:
AS A SICK MAN I STAND BEFORE YOU CRYING OUT FOR HELP
I'VE TRYED DOING THINGS MY WAY
NOTHING WORKED, SO I HAD TO DEPEND SOMEONE ELSE
MOMMA'S GONE, DADDY'S GONE
MY WIFE AND KIDS PRAY, BUT THAT WASN'T ENOUGH
AND I WASN'T CRAZY OR BOLD ENOUGH TO ASK GOD
WHY IN THE WORLD, ARE YOU TAKING ME THREW SO, MUCH STUFF
I HAVE DIABETES, AND HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE
SHOULDN'T THAT BE ENOUGH?
He said calmly:
Son out of all of the things in the world
These are the 2 things that you mention
You could have been Homeless, Strung out, Dead or in Prison
And with you knowing all of that
I still couldn't get all of your attention
He said:
I woke you up a 5:13 am
I showed you JOB, and JOHN 5:13
Because I needed you to learn a very valuable lesson
From the both of them
At first I used you wife to pray, but somehow
I knew that you would not what to hear it
So I used her in the name of the father
Then I used Job, and John
As the sons of the Holy Spirit
He said:
No matter what you going through
I'll never turn my back on you
Because my son I'm still faithful to you
Form:
Everything my mother or grandmother cooked
was good for your soul
from the rich beef ribs
braised in a new red wine
to the lamb or pork
nurtured tenderly with fresh herbs
or even the high fat meat loaf
never served often enough.
Then, there were the pie crusts
tender and flaky only because of lard
never would soy margarine
lead us to that stage of nirvana
of melt in the mouth satisfaction and love.
The fruits canned in that new pressure cooker
were thickened with pectin and sugared with happiness
the way to a man’s heart,
said mother’s favorite cookbook,
was through sugar, until she got diabetes.
Ice creams with real cream
Steaks and chops
roast beef with a crust of crackling fat
roast pork liberally salted
the half cracked crab mayonnaise dripping fat
as does the Lobster Thermador
noodles Romanoff,
and those baked potatoes, fried potatoes, duchesse potatoes
all swimming in melted butter
green beans with butter and bacon
actually
bacon with anything
especially fried eggs gently basted with bacon grease.
Any accompaniment was better with butter,
did I say that,
from the hardening of arteries
then gangrene and loss of toes
of legs
from the madness of high blood pressure
and blindness of diabetes
the mindlessness of strokes
all aided by the wonderful salt that made every meal
taste…more.
My mother always said she was a better
architectural engineer than cook.
Post pulmonary artery graft,
I believe her.