Short Kidneys Poems
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lower back pain
ow! ow! ow!
hurts to sit
hurts to stand
hurts to lie down
It feels like someone kicked me in the kidneys
I remember my dad’s ice packs
He had the same infliction
Thanks Dad
Pearls in eyes , Silver in hair
Gold coated on teeth and bones
Crystals and gems ..Sugar in blood
kidneys filled with precious stones
Tales of pride with pride untold
We do get richer as we grow old
Looking Forward to
I look forward to
wringing my
endocrine glands covering the
top exterior of
the kidneys; loving deeply, intensely, first respecting and
approving the
toilet brush; the
new second Tuesday of
the week.
The first source of Qi is inherited from your parents at conception. It is known as the “innate vital substance” and is stored in the kidneys. The second source is derived from essential substances in nature such as the air we breathe, food and water.
Making secreted dreams
that beat the sound of excreted water
flowing with each enriched elimination
the kidneys are in movement
the physical process is in timing
moving the waste
and expelling
the urination from the necked Urethra
aka:lyricvixen ha-ha!
Form:
Kitty's kidneys failed December 2009
I will forever miss you my precious smelly feline.
Visit Kitty's Memorial at the following web address. Kitty woulds be honored if you signed
Kitty's Guestbook.
Go Here> http://www.critters.com/main.php?action=view&mem_id=7391&logoff=true
Crawl out from your crevice, young one.
The atmosphere rains a vomitous path
divulged, displayed before you in
christening malaise, ending between
your pointless therapy sessions and
my overworked kidneys.
Tally the score, or be a bore.
Our favorite whore is no more.
Take me out to the kill people game
Turn me loose on the crowd
Give me some kidneys and backs to crack
I don't care who it is I attack
Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud
If they don't die it's a shame
Cuz it's one, two, three strikes you're dead
In the old kill people game.
There is a song in my heart
it beckons me everyday
It begins to pull my heart strings
playing like a harp
Smooth melody fills my lungs
while my kidneys hum a tune
My hips sway side to side
as my toes begin to tap
Hands and arms move in motion
while my lips hang on every note
look in the mirror
take back what
you have done
to me
was it fear
make it clearer
as you stunned
me sea deep
mouths full
of
sand
spit it out
lick my hand
grains screaming
i
am
bleeding
heart stones
kidneys blown
cook me in
your fear
or
look
in
the
mirror
?
“Donald put your feet apart and bring
in your elbows to protect your kidneys;
Yes that’s it…now stop looking at your
mum and concentrate!”
“Now, throw a hard right straight
into the bag, and don’t forget to breathe
out when you punch: ready? Good.
Now... Hit me with your best shot!”
Do not bury or do not burn
When death will be on my turn.
Don't shout and don't run
Everyone has his own turn
Be calm and be quiet
Think always what's right.
Death will stop the brain
But organs will remain
Eyes kidneys or liver
Can save some more.
I wish to donate a body
To students for study.
All should wish because,
Gift of life is noble cause.
Form:
ordinary clouds on a thursday
afternoon overhead.
All is shaded and gray.
old testament in my skin.
i was there you know.
when calcium became bone
and marrow became life.
now the currents in the sea
have never swayed me.
yet still my kidneys unravel such
strange sands.
and the shores have all become
my diciples.
Infernal Urinal
It started running in middle
of the night for a short time
for no particular reason.
There is something about my urinal
That is known to be infernal
Saw a colonel sitting on my pot
About problem mouth off shot
About kidneys which are internal.
Jim Horn
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When you lost your kidneys, you can replace.
Who cares that will donate or having human lace.
When you become healthy you prefer to see face,
You turn kind and never run a discrimination race,
A religion, colour or caste never opens a case.
When a person has sound health he counts only wealth,
Introduces demarcations and degrading for self stealth.
Now is always now.
that now is now gone;
here comes a new now
(and so it goes.)
My Italian Aunt
once told me:
'"Allen, whatever you do,
don't grow old."
She was in her eighties then;
bad back, eyes gone dim,
kidneys in serious lack.
Like a withered tree
she shriveled up
and blew away.
I took her words to wisdom
always knowing that
it can't be done.
The room will be cold, but all that will change
These rumors I'm told are all prearranged
If the Doc asks you to cough, explain the female race
If he says "Your kidneys got rocks" keep a straight face
If he's younger than you don't be amazed
Their people too, now the X rays!
Hold still, not to move
I can solemnly approve
Imagine being called back for a redo
When death takes me
My body is left for those in need
Give my eyes
To someone who needs
To see there is beauty in everything
Give my lungs
To someone who needs
To inhale every breath given
Give my kidneys
To someone who needs
Purity within their body
Give my bone marrow
To someone who needs
A solid foundation
Give my heart
To someone who needs
To love unconditionally
Waking up kidneys hurt,
Trying to compress them with muscle,
Fluctuate blood but I'm not sure,
The blood rushes to my head,
I didn't drink last night,
Am I dead?
A rainbow of colors fill my eyes I hear wavelengths,
Am I about to die,
I remember I had too much sugar,
Woke up gasping for air,
Water out my nose,
Booger.
It was death that had me scared,
But I died so many times I can't really care.
I feel myself becoming scraggly in this place.
As if I’m old, but I don’t remember being old.
I feel my face and it’s smooth this time.
They lead me to bed.
They give me bland soup that I dribble everywhere.
I take my bites and they don’t care.
They want to take my organs.
They want my kidneys, and brain, and skin because I’m special.
I fall asleep anyway.
Then it’s breakfast.
And my heart is gone.
For cloning of small gods
you took out the kidneys, lungs
and stomach, from slain truth’s
body. My bête noire, the lies.
Do you smell the stink? You make
yourself, you are not your id.
The urge to take a flight was very strong.
Groins aching for the heroic jump.
Legs amputated, the tragedy, swims
like a fossil truth in the sea, under
the layers of centuries.
Man has not changed, cheated of the death.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
An old Irishman was on his deathbed
He was nearly at the end.
He had one final wish to be granted
so he motioned to Patty, his friend.
"Patty, I need one last favor".
"Just ask me", was Patty's reply.
"Find me bottle of the best Irish whiskey",
he said with a tear in his eye.
"When I'm gone, please pour it over me grave,
just in case I have me a thirst"!
Patty agreed, then sheepishly asked,
"Could I run it through me kidneys first"?
I wake up early Monday morning
still cold and dark outside
eat my breakfast, take my pills
sit and wait for my ride,
arrive at the center
get comfortable in my chair
like I do 3 times a week
thankful t hat I'm there
I come to every treatment
I never show up late
I eat a healthy diet
and watch my fluid intake
This isn't the life I chose for me
but I have to tell you this
I wouldn't be sitting here today
if it wasn't for Dialysis.
9.00 am he was at kine's shrine,
9.00 pm luck began to shine,
10.00 pm everything just fine;
Over nothing again to pine...
"Of all gods The Handsomest: kine!
Gone he had to its shrine with wine
To change life that tasted like brine,
Soon begin to with icons dine,
And clinch Mr President's line!
Everyday to be there at Nine
And reproduce an agreed sign;
And say:"Hottest Hell is mine;
On the last day shen't fail to whine
My heart,liver and kidneys thine"
Melt into me
Give in and give up
Let your skin drape over my shoulders
Shed the light on your insides
feel deeper
Hear farther
Black hair growing
Get out of your head
A baby-faced killer
Sold his kidneys for bread
Hunger is a loud beast
Unforgiving and sweet
Rest your heart on my chest
Accepting is death
You are no longer a shadow
You are arriving
Goodbye is illogical
Leave them wondering
Misunderstood even in dreams
You’ve arrived