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When people ask me
“how are you”, I say “fine”,
a short reply but a huge lie,
because I am a walking hospital
where in every corner disease lurks,
from head to toe the list is below.
The head splits in hypertensive headache morning till night
One eye’s vision is hazy with AMD, the other’s with cataract
The red nose runs the whole winter with spells of sinusitis
The ears are blocked to near deafness by obstinate hard wax
The aching shoulders have been frozen long by spondylosis
The blocked heart paining in angina has two stents though
The stomach secretes burning acid more than necessary
The liver sends artery-full of LDL to the stenosed heart
The sluggish kidneys have built bags under the eyes
The bloated prostate breaks sleep thrice at night
The knee joints abrade painfully in osteoarthritis
The big toes swell red in ceaseless bouts of gout.
I am still walking my hospital,
searching for a patient doctor (GP)
who will take charge and cure me.
July 29, 2019
Contest : Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsor : Dear Heart
Who is this Malaysian boy?
His style is dashing,
His eyes are beckoning.
He is the eastern boy from Nnewi,
With the hands that work all day,
Where poverty has no space.
He is the western boy from Ile-Ife,
With the reckoning personality of dignity,
Here,kingship breeds.
He is the northern boy from Daura,
With the ancestral voyage of valour,
A nature of prestige.
You'll find him in his abode,
In the central district of Kuala Lumpur,
He burns candles at both ends,
The Nigerian trait of dutifulness.
Leaving b'ami,ma'mi,Aduke and Akanni back home,
He had tears in his eyes.
Again,his face lit up with the hopes of riches and glamours.
"In the nearest years", he had said,"I'll be rich and famous".
"I'll buy mama,papa,Nwanne and Nna each,a plot of land".
"Magnificent structures will stand on each land".
"Aminatu and Aliyu will go to better schools",
"Ramatallahi will no longer be a milk-maid".
He said these when leaving the shores of his fatherland.
His kidneys are dually intact,
They are very special to him.
He has been taught the essence of hardwork.
He understands the menace of moral decadences,
And the consequences therein.
He's indeed not a drug peddler,
He is not into cybercrime,
He's only gone in search of greener pastures.
Dialysis
Dialysis
What is that
Let's do some research
Get a few facts
It's a procedure to remove waste products and excess fluid from the blood when the kidneys stop working properly
They have to take your blood out
Clean it put it back in
You experience the chills
And sometimes it leaves you in shock
They need heating blankets and cozy socks
To stay warm
They experience so much with their bodies
They have to be dialysised three times a week
It's exhausting
Overbearing
It's scary
I thought this was worth sharing
Your blood pressure can be lowered
You experience muscle cramps
is physically and emotionally draining, causes complications such as nerve problems, anaemia, bone disease and infection. In addition, an arduous regime of three days a week on dialysis can lead to symptoms including nausea, vomiting, cramps and depression.
Whew Let's have a session
My mom had to go go to dialysis for 4 years
Three times a week
She went through a lot
On a machine
Trying to give it your all
Sometimes she would have to get off of it because her body would cramp
She would cry
Unless you were a dialysis patient.
You wouldn't understand why
I salute ?? each one
Each one i wish I could give a hug
You guys are tough ??
And deserve a lot of love
A chronic kidney disease
That comes with no ease
Getting stuck with needles
Getting blood drawn
In and out
Out and in
It can affect the Skin
Leaving all kinds of bruises
And dark spots
You my diaylsis friends will never be forgot
Let's put our hearts together and hold hands
Make this disease better if we can
How can you get checked
If you feel something is wrong
Do us a favor get checked on
Yes it can affect your urine
Maybe even stop you from having children.
I don't know
The more information I get for you
The more I'll let you know
Dialysis doesn't necessarily mean it's the end
Just pick up where you left off
You can still win
I wrote this tribute in honor of my mother
Who is no longer physically here
Rest in Paradise Beautifully my dear
And to all if you feel like it gets Overbearing
Let's honor dialysis and all that we have lost and those who are still fighting
In honor of my mom
Lets get
Kozy for Karen
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/12/2025
I'm thinking about rhyme and meter
but also my kidneys and my liver.
The nation-state and the failed state
and whether killers should be executed
or forgiven. Meditate on this: Thy
will be done. Do what has to be done
don't ask why. Clean the dishes and the house.
Will I be left to my own resources
or will all be given? Nevermind
what you can't imagine. Living's
life's priority. Friends are merely friendly,
they're in the majority. Loneliness
is the default position. Rain happens.
We supply the reasons.
How do people process their lives without art?
By caring not.
Ignore
yr autobiography.
In olden days, if you couldn't stand to pee
the family buried you under the pecan tree.
Great britain
Great big mess
Mess with the status quo
Mess with Merkel a bit more
More houses
More hugs
Hugs for the Scots
Hugs for the broker
Broker of Doom
Broker fiscal swim ring
Ring up the bank
Ring for a mortgage
Mortgage your kidneys
Mortgage your air
Air on the h string
Air plane escape plan
Plan your future
Plan your time
Time is running down
Time to grow a pair
Pair of sunglasses
Pair of people
People with a coup to plan
People will rise up
Up to their keyboards
Up to standard
Standard pronunciation
Standard stories
Stories for facebook
Stories small and great
Great old Church
Great big clock
Clock tick tocks
Clock won’t stop
Stop smoking those herbs
Stop polluting the air
Heir to what
Heir to nothing
Nothing risked
Nothing stained
Stained blue jeans
Stained glass window
Window of opportunity
Window of time
Time of your life
Time is a changin’
Changin’ anyone left behind
Changin’ our flag
Flag
Behind
he spoke of hear the pig's heart
they sounded loudly thru the ribs
his flesh was fresh and would
cause him to wish for silence
"the husk's of the kernal's,
are grounded by those sages who
are brothed by livers and kidneys
the flesh of the swine, damn-it might his
heart be silent
might my ears hearest him not!
she created me with seasons
in the room
beaneath her floor
the heart sounds thru it's aroma
to starve me into my sileance.
might bread be browned
and eggs warmed to perfection
that the I might silence the
pig beneath the floor.
than might you love me
than might you love me!
He wishes to have scrapple egg's and toast.
It was that particular point of time in my lone life,
When, mind like tabula rasa, empty and without strife;
Mornings started and evenings ended without any aim,
Driven by impulses I lived, like wildlife, with no shame...
Alcoholism, like chains of a lunatic, had bound me,
Though willing, like bird in a cage, I could not become free;
Not today, to me I would say, yet mind will slowly pull,
Gulping peg after pegs, I'd walk like a random mad bull...
Health or wealth, like for animals, did not matter at all,
Body or soul - no faith or ethics - in my ear did fall;
Parents, siblings, friends, relatives - to no one did I care,
Life flew about floating, like aimless feather in the air...
It's then, like punishments or coercive ways of nature,
Ailments began eating myself, like a deadly-creature;
Lungs, liver, stomach, bladder and kidneys seemed protesting,
Eyes, ears, skin and bones seemed to stop their act of protecting...
Does benevolent earth, her exploiters, endlessly bear?
Doesn't Ecosystem in the form of flood and drought scare?
Could even best physicians, one's dead life ever bring back?
How I, like a fool, my life to death willingly offer?
Thus I, like one at the brink of the grave, stood lost! Helpless!
My doctor though fixed tentative date, expressed hopefulness;
Craving to drink seduced me, like lady with endless love,
I knew my soul soiled; should be changed; yet, I did not know how...
I felt none and nothing I could rely on, except God,
I did cling to Him, like a dog to his master and lord;
God, like good mother seeing her child in pain, intervened,
Caring for my needs, touching my inner wounds, my ills healed...
My heart, like a bouquet, to my Lord, now I have offered,
By prayer, hymn and divine worship, my life is powered;
My strength and weakness, like an open-book, before Him lies,
Though urge for evils press me, He'll grant me courage to rise...!
31 December 2021
DIVINE INTERVENTION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Gall stones large as hens’ eggs,
pale kidneys buoyant as seabirds.
Shriveled livers,
yet some so bloated they have features
as if the organ had drowned
imprinted by a sleeping face.
A fetus floating in a deeper space than
can be calculated by light years.
There is less purpose in preserving
the anatomy of death now.
The carnival wagons have gone away,
the fish-man in his tank;
the tuberous lungs of the malformed
free now from any glassy ogle.
However, in the medical museum
bottled body parts still wait
in their mason jars
for a hand to commence
death's long-prophesied unscrewing.
To My Beloved Daughters (for when I’m gone)
It happened. Please, don’t shed too many tears,
(I know, you won’t listen, fine!)
A few, all right! But followed by loud cheers
To celebrate mom’s amazing path in time,
Glorified by her and in her own rhyme!
Last letter of undying love and advice -
Live open heartedly, mindedly and wise.
Worries tuck away by dusk, sleep long and tight -
Morning vision is much sharper than at night.
Eat smart, not more, thus spare yourselves from diet,
Draw the line between enough and the last bite.
Smile more, frown less, laugh often and out loud,
Good, old chuckle scatters away the darkest cloud.
Live in a present moment, yet consider
Your heart, lungs, kidneys, cervix, guts and liver.
Recklessly indulge, and one of those will fail
Commodity of vital worth – not on sale!
When your own precious kids grow up to know,
Please tell them that their grandma loves them so!
With each kiss and hug you grant them with a glee
Add some and more tender extras just from me.
Not quite sure, from below or from above,
But no doubt I’m watching over you with Love.
I’m aware that all mothers sound trite
Not always funny, but almost always right!
Love. Mom.
November 22, 2020
Up in the morning
body a puzzle
with various layers
going in and out of
this dimension
Liver enraged
legs projecting
a different plane of reality
than the arms
Muscle fiber groups
looking for their chorus
to sing a symphony
instead playing a lot of solos
Spleen laughing hysterically
at what
no one knows
least of all the brain
which keeps sending signals
that no one wishes to hear
Bowels and guts
keep making fun
of each others'
names and comportment
Kidneys about
to break through the damn
despite the bladder paying its taxes
to keep the water out
Nervous system
does not have the heart
to grieve
this state of affairs
Noises and strange motions
coming from everywhere
going nowhere fast
Joints at wrong angles
each one
blaming the other
and the pillow
Then a loud yawn
and breakfast is served