A month ago
I was very sick
It took all my energy
And also left me very tired
Also I had no appetite
All I did
I slept all day
I had a virus in my pancreas
Also the white blood cells
Was high
I Have to do
Some blood work
Next Tuesday
I am not crazy
About doing blood work
That is something I
Just despise
Your skin glows like apple blossoms crispy as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your cymbals voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name.
The evening ascends in on a great vulture wing.
I am calmed by your heavy ducking that I carry into the twilight of money beams and hold next to my pancreas.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of coke-a-cola.
As my heart falls from your brain, I am reminded of your frown.
In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring.
My heated gallbladder breathes inside my feet. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret toes so that we may seek as one, gallbladder to gallbladder, in search of the glorious rust sensual tools of love.
Poetry soup has a section on here that you can use called, "The love poem generator". I put in some words and boy did I laugh. LOL...
A month ago
I was very sick
It took all my energy
And also left me very tired
Also I had no appetite
All I did
I slept all day
I had a virus in my pancreas
Also the white blood cells
Was high
I Have to do
Some blood work
Next Tuesday
I am not crazy
About doing blood work
That is something I
Just despise
I met a little Sophia recently in a Masjid.
By the by I met the grandmother, traveling from "Normal."
I had to travel on a cold day for a hot topic, she was hinting...
And I learned the word, "love child" and beyond!
Once not lovable, it can reach up to stage four.
for pancreas, lungs. kidney and many other organs
if they are not specially "misfit" in this fitting world!
"My son, he read and decided about the religion, deeply."
She said, or I think she said so,
And I also think I knew the other Sophia, too!
Every march 25th, she is a true reminder for me!
She was a minor, but her father was a felon!
Exactly as the same way of Zapruder!
Anthony Mascarenhas and Henry Kissinger, these are strangers too!
They never knew housekeeping before their occupation do!
But one was a U-HAUL, OTHER was a chore.
Which one to which chestnut
must be a president's choir!
Stupidity's result reigns, on Englands trains, flooding in London
With disruption most dire' yet Ashford is sidlined Ebbsfleet
Was retired??
Thus must cause some Ire? Ignoring much infrastructure designed
For the best, in tourisam in buisness its not a big guess?
Laissez-faire, and we will find things likely will thrive, human
Scale; human values in each land must preside!
what is this thing we call Cancer
it’s tearing my family apart
one by one
Cancer took them all
my heart is truly breaking
it’s about to take yet another
one by one
Cancer took them all
so many have gone before
grandparents, parents and more
one by one
Cancer took them all
throat, stomach and lung
pancreas, liver and brain
one by one
Cancer took them all
the mourning lingers on
is my fate already sealed
one by one
will Cancer take my life as well
My canvas is swirling with sassiness
Purples, greens, fuchsia and limes greet each other
Mixing it up in a frenzy of sorts.
They snake in and out of themselves
This is something I have whipped up for fun.
Like my thoughts, my canvas ebbs and flows like Chopin.
I begin to think about my internal organs – the colon maybe.
There are the lungs, the pancreas, everything alive.
Red is an afterthought; not at all planned.
She pulls everything together in a delightful way.
I am not trying for an end result or a product.
With painting, it is all about the journey.
My reptilian brain sighs with relief.
The importance of creating is two-fold.
It is the sense of play and the gift of relaxation.
Epitaph for the Test Dogs
What you did for us, not many know,
because you did it so long ago.
Victoria’s reign to flapper days,
you lived in labs while other dogs played.
Pancreas removed from each of you,
you were, then, rendered diabetic too.
Were insulin shots something to trust?
Since they worked for you, they were tried on us.
They worked like magic when they were tried.
Type I diabetics no longer died.
To you, furry friends, this tribute we give.
You gave up normal lives so we could live.
Contest: How you live or have been healed from a difficult and challenging health condition?
When they speak they do get seek ta feel
Zzzxer crackers in versa von
Do they run from veggonize ankles
Eating expunged various vogon crumbs
Do these aliens have pancreas
Do they even have veet can they dance
Vogons they do run, they walk
Zzzxer versa von
Vogons run their mouths thrown toward the skies
Va va so filled ca is ca acquittal
Venomous voluntarily space agent
Conform to humanities complexity
Vogonian running not on ta veet?
Vogons rules!
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
He had started responding
To death tapping at his door
Fog crowded on his glasses
He was a medical student
Carcinogens had loved his pancreas
Would you mind coming with me
The growing fog said
Could the young stallion
Hear the mortal footsteps
While making love
With the green meadows
It came to a standstill
The handler was at a loss
Did the green ground
The purple mounds
Lose interest
In the equine vibration
The handler complied with
The animal Instinct
It followed the hospital smell
It pursued the smell of death
Went straight to the deathbed
Breath was taking time to arise
From the darkening lungs
The stallion's nose wandered
On his face and arm
Then it stood still
Deep eye to eye communication
Between animal and human
Smile couldn't stop
Its footsteps on his lips
The fresh scent of life allured him
He could feel the doors
The stallion had opened
With love
just Like That Problematic Systematic Lazy Earth Men ---
grease in the skillet
pancreas full of it?
yeah
just like that
pure as the white driven snow
when you got nowhere to go
yeah, yeah
just like that, just like that
ants on the ground in fall
work ever so harder than man
what is it that we won't understand
And are there lazy men in heaven
Scratch my back I'll scratch yours
Break my toys, and I'll break yours
Boys will be just boys
Where is the joy
just like that
apples falls off the tree
yeah
mosquitoes kisses me
Must be in love
Sucks up all my blood
yeah, yeah
just like that, just like that
perpetual motion detector
fell asleep listening to Ricky Nelson?
Scratch my back I'll scratch yours
Head lice and dandruff watch out for sure...
yeah, yeah
just like that, just like that
what is it that we won't understand
And are there lazy men in heaven
Problematic systematic lazy earth men
what is it that we won't understand
12/3/18
Punctured Pelvis
Perplexed Palm
Pleasurable Pancreas
Pleased Pharynx
Prosperous Pinky
Photographic Memory Pupil
A funny thing happened on my way to my house
I shouldn’t have taken the bus on that day
A digestive issue was starting to rise
My house I feared was a long trip away
I hurt deep inside it was not a surprise
My poor enzyme levels were ready to flop
The pancreas nutrients were going to drop
And finally the bus had come to a stop
I ran to my bathroom and prepared to plop
My zipper got stuck and I feared for the worst
A gas evoked smoke ashamed and accursed
It finally opened a privy ejection
then I sat still and had a reflection
If I encounter this same situation
Meds will be with me to prevent this causation
A funny thing happened Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
July 22, 2018
The Perils Of POO POO
I shouldn’t have taken the bus on that day
A digestive issue was starting to rise
The destination I feared was a long trip away
I hurt deep inside it was not a surprise
My poor enzyme levels were ready to flop
The pancreas nutrients were going to drop
And finally the bus had come to a stop
I ran to the mens room and prepared to plop
My zipper got stuck and I feared for the worst
A gas evoked smoke ashamed and accursed
It finally opened a privy ejection
then I sat still and had a reflection
If I encounter this same situation
Meds will be with me to prevent this causation
© Ralph Sergi August 10,2017
Healthy people you better think twice. While you are feeling so good go out and enjoy your life. I got Type 1 Diabetes when I was 11 years of age.When the doctor came in my hospital room and told me I will never forget that day. Growing up with this illness while you are a kid, is like playing a card game with all of its tricks. I'm almost 40 years old its been 26 years and at some point everyday I still shed a tear. I'm sure all of you out there knows what the saying being a guinea pig is . Well I'm sick and tired of the experiments I just want to live. They removed some of my toe I do 5 shots a day it's not fair my pancreas died and went away. So I feel like a pancreas and it consumes my thoughts all the time because how I take care of myself is rather I live or die.
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