Pulmonary Poems

Panacea

just 50 years ago
i was very sick
no school, no play
couldn't walk alone
I came and went between life and death
due to pulmonary tuberculosis
in our neighborhood
No pharmacy pharmacist
No hospital or doctor
There was no health center
Only
Unlicensed pharmacist and doctor
there was a woman
Afraid to get her shot, I even fell down
She hugged me every time
and she cured me completely
Traces of it still remain but
no one called her to be pharmacist or doctor
rather chatted
50 years after that
I met her again with someone's help
cannot be expressed verbally or in writing
she passed through hard times
We met in a shabby diner
enjoyed light meal

Her fork was busy carrying me food.

The Streams Are My Veins

Shall I compare you, O streams, with my very veins? 
Let me do it; let me see who loses who gains; 
My veins fill up my body; full of flesh-and-blood;
Your presence fills each thud, spud, flood and little bud...! 

Pulmonary, umbilical, muscular, Ha! 
Hearing all these, I, a simple man, stand in awe; 
I know you quench my thirst and refresh me until,
Unquenchable thirst is evoked toward God still...!  

One-way valve, they say; duckbill valve; venae cavae; 
Your works, O streams, I just can't leave, believe; perceive;
You serve as takers of blood from organ to heart, 
Your functioning could be compared to a fine-art...! 

Oxygen to tissues, is like sun to flower, 
Streams, midst sun and shower, like clouds, each reach hover;
Veins in me keep me endlessly till end alive,
Streams assist mother earth to eternally survive...!


13 August 2022

Cold Pulsation

Her anger blows 
frigid, like Arctic wind
Tears of hostile disposition flows 
bosom lethal — 
Pulmonary liquid nitrogen

Acrimonious breath
expel serrated exclamations
Jagged exhalation
feels like six below death
Such an icy sensation

Formaldehyde intimation,
cadaver cold pulsation

Got a cryogenic nature
that resides
in an unemotional South Pole 

Frostbite vocals
has igloo vibrations
Freezer burn temperamental flatline
show glacial striations

Sub-zero body language 
Kilimanjaro translate
hypothermia lacerations

Those neon palpitations
has taken nether hold
Arrhythmic separation
breaks at the 
jilted Fahrenheit of six below

Pulsating pain, so cadaver cold


09-10-21

Because of You Dad

My eyes still see
as the retinae amassed
the glimpses of you dad

My heart still beats 
As it doesn't believe your demise
And always pumps vibes of you dad

My mind still works
As the amygdalae in my brain
recalls the emotional memories of you dad

My lungs still breath
As pulmonary artery carries zephyr 
and resonates with you dad

And my lifespan extends
Because my days echo your thoughts
And start living for you too dad


August 19 2021

Playing the Fiddle

Riding off into the Ivory Palace sunset,
in a pitch-black limousine, no less

Hear the heavy metallic chariot roar,
leaving exacerbated fumes echo deplored

Aural palette, enamel pestilent pain 
on burnt crimson background grain

Scorching prairie brush fire
was the cruel comfort desire

It’s aghast portrait in pandemic grief,
pyramid scheme exit of paucity relief

The curtain call, pulmonary rating king
is a modern-day Nero

His favorite numbers (violin strumming)
are the printed zeroes

Fashioning a Fourth Reich,
naked emperor be blew Lenin unsound

Ballot dropping the psych,
bosom burning the divided house down

With a teary grift posturing diddle,
Amerikan Nero is playing the fiddle

Rearview rolling one last Rublecon riddle,
carny Fahrenheit was the plucking piddle

Crumbling democracy
was brimstone seen through the smoke

Ash trail of hypocrisy
left an urn nation crematorium stoked


12-29-20

Naught For the Faint In Heart

Naught for the Faint in Heart

Harrowing bloodcurdling decapitations, decomposing cadavers, and spine-tingling minions of apparitions, 
          that unravels in this gothic horror too spooky for the sane,
a haunted house wizard's necromancy as orbs creeps out the culled to unnerving extreme conditions,
          with levitations abound as specters possess those they drain,
a witch incantations o'er boiling cauldron with the eyes of newt, whorling bats, hooting owl renditions, 
          arched black cat hissing as the mangled mouse shrieks wane,
hair-raising tools of chainsaws, pitchforks, guillotines, scythe, thumbscrews, and fatal games of volitions,
          petrified palpitations immeasurable to read a pulmonary vein.

2020 October 30
*5th Place*
8 Lines of Spooky Rhyme
~~Tania Kitchin

Floral Lights-

I saw the primroses
Crave I the smell, splendid sweet Alyssa
Shall bring daisies
Summer sunflowers
They are perfumed from unseen crazies
I discovered the flowers
I crave the floral, flush flowering quince
With my ears I see earthy gardens amist
I feel the never mumming mums just so loud
By the grave, I saw the hollyhocks sprout
While in the darkest night
I see a floral light
That moment my soul grew ornamental
I heard a flush, peak garlanding
Much I marveled this ornamental pulmonary
As that moment my soul grew prime vegetations
Mumming mums just so quite now
I saw the hollyhocks rise
While in the darkest night
I see floral lights

8/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©

I O U

I’m forever in your debt, m’lady
This me confess openly:
I offer U 
every pulmonary part
of this obsidian heart

O beautiful Ivory mare,
I love when you graze upon me
with those pretty olive eyes
As your bright yellow ponytail hair
shimmers in the vale breeze

I confess willingly,
I’m in your debt eternally, m’lady love
Your brave maiden rescue — 
Galloping deliverance 
from a brokenheart solitude
It t’was celestial revival approved

For this saving grace,
‘I do’ offer you
every pulsating part
of my obsidian heart

I owe you
every aorta praise prairie thing
That a lonesome Appaloosa can steppe sing
M’lady, let me kiss your 
heroine horseshoe 

O beautiful filly, Ivory!
I just want to thank you on bending knee 
For listening bosom intently
to my verdant vow, passionate plea

Ultra Violent Light

Dark grey matter
manifest crimson flow tendacies
Fade to black thoughts 
formaldehyde revealed thru scope sight
Scarlet droplets trace a fetal prone outline;
such a morbid delivery ... 
a yellow tape, premature plight

Coffin borne mutilated bodies 
with bullet death birthmarks:
Revolver uttered first cries of last rites
A morgue spectrum of short wave anger — 
Trigger hatred
blinded by ultra violent light

Living in crypt darkness,
metal barrel skin worms catacomb move  
with cadaver quickness
towards the UV light
Leaving iron-copper tracks of desecration,
as a spectral flatline 
guides their hooked pellet mind

Cherry bomb pulmonary flashes 
of ultra violent light
show the infra red, spherical graveyard
shining deathly bright
Sadly visible 
from the firmament height

Loviey De Ally

By Parizo Van Thulare 

You worth having the most 
So Cheering let's toast 
In my heart you are a queen 
From my pulmonary you Reign 

You all my eyes seek 
Bold as those fonts of Greek 
You all i see 
Your eyes are the sea
They show the reflection of mine 
Wearing love swimming with pride 

You body is like a glass 
So gentle to touch 
So fragile 
Unsqueezable when you hug
You bring the best in me 
You are the woman in me

Cold Fire

Glacial on the inside
Frozen memories 
of a lost, tropical paradise life
Frostbitten feelings slowly moving
to the other bipolar side

Icy reflections of striated emotions;
dark moods, 
lighthearted nostalgia aurora views
temporarily soothes

Sparkling snowflakes — 
crystalline sadness swirl deeper inward
everyday
a new layer of coldness
ignite the igloo beating hearth

Sub-zero lonely, empty pulse desires 
buried inside an Arctic aorta:
The pulmonary permafrost side of hell on earth

Solitary cold is the fire
that burns within
A desolate fortress of denial
is never warmed by the freezing flames

The cold dawn of bliss
is eternal midnight burning
underneath an avalanche of anguish  

Love snuffed cold fire ...
the icy cries keep neverending smouldering

Always ready to soul shatter burst
into a raging blizzard of unmelted tears again

Fall Into the Chasm

You won’t even try to meet me halfway,
your vertigo fears 
are faintly voiced from a far distance

You’re scared to go across
the abyss of a possible pulmonary disappointment ...
Fearful of the waterfalls 
from another failed emotional investment

Falling in love ... again;
these unsettling, thrilling thoughts 
give you such height phobia fright
Steamy daydreams of falling into the volcanic chasm,
covers you with cold sweat shudders at night

Now I understand your trembling trepidation,
leap of faith hesitation is an honest reaction
Letting go of being pulse vulnerable
takes a lot of sensitive courage

Don’t be afraid to cross this new, unknown threshold
Let the bridge of hope unfold:
Taste the sweet joy  ~  chocolate kisses of gold

Fear not ... fall into the chasm
Reach for my heart, which is stretched out;
for in this passionate free-fall,
trust will slow those swirling doubts
And gently place us over the tear rainbow

Let us fall into the chasm together,
rushing upward 
towards the beautiful light forever
Always letting each other know — 
that this down-to-earth love ...
each dawn, 
will ever stronger grow

Raw Data

Waxy fear melting in the dark
drips red
Candlelight vigils in the night
mournfully grow,
as more guns control 
empty barrel trigger fingers

Making it hard to keep count
of the dotted map splatter
Crimson tears shed on the ground
leaves a trail of raw data

Bullet holes in the heart,
a nation bereaved daily grieves
for their beloved losses

Souls snuffed out in dying twilight minutes,
before the final midnight reckoning of their life
Moneymakers ain’t gon put a muzzle on
hot metal hate ...
So the perforated pulmonary numbers 
pile up high,
and the violence reign thru ledger books
by-and-by

Making it impossibly hard to keep count
of the legally permitted splatter
Second Amendment shells spat on the ground
leaves a bloody trail of raw data

As more and more spherical led 
funeral motorcades 
snake through the streets,
molted tears shed
drips scarlet pain endlessly

Teardrop Memories

Last night, I saw the bosom fire 
die in your eyes ...
never felt a heart beat so cold inside

Dawn ember lips whispered
a soothing eulogy
One last timeless pleasure taste,
before the glow embrace
dimmed ash lonely

That morn mourn kiss goodbye
cut like a double-edge knife
Leaving my severed heart
to tear bleed ...

Separation pain has got me
feeling phantom beats
of lonely teardrop memories

The lipstick mirror message
you kiss signed
in my steamy shower grief,
got erased without a trace of regret
But I felt the dissipating heat ... 
so no words were necessary

You had long since gone,
leaving me with a half-filled home
of empty teardrop memories

My separated heart 
still can feel the phantom pounding
of two pulmonary beats

And this severed tear bleed
drips with searing pulse agony

So I store my teardrop memories
in an attic chest left unattended
Hoping that the autumn years would 
evaporate the pain ... 
To merge my lonely sorrows
in a flowering spring rain

Pharmaceutical Remedy

Two wrongs don’t make nothing right
Two lying wet eyes
make me wanna turn out the lights,
and turn my back on you at night

One vow should mean everything you say
Zero tolerance
is the cure medicine
my heart doctor told me to take everyday

Pulse palpitations come,
and beat murmurs they go
But the pulmonary remedy
always gotta be
ZT pharmaceutical

Now you can take it or leave it,
that’s your choice to accept or refuse
Baby, the door swing both ways — 
either you abide by the rules or move

I advise you to dry exhale on ten,
as your lit fuse begin to countdown sizzle
Don’t let the misplaced anger win ...
take a cold shower, to let the hot ire fizzle

Pulse palpitations come,
and beat murmurs they go
But the pulmonary remedy
always gotta be
ZT pharmaceutical

One vow should cover all things you pray
Zero sob explanations
is the pharmaceutical remedy
you mute need to wipe the guilt pain away

Make forgiveness be my zero reject option;
amend your cheating ways,
put your illegitimate fears up for adoption

Toss the ZT pharmaceutical bottle away,
no chase the rabbit
Kick that old habit 
of repeatedly falling to temptation today

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