Short Seizure Poems

service dog rory
nine-year-old girl with seizures
she gets her life back...

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True love will always make one cry
For like all else, it soon must fly
From serf to King
True love takes wing
When Caesar sees her seizure sigh...

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Your obscured heart spouts hatred 




























 Stop!






1/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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For 3 seizures it was my mother saving my life every time.
For 4 seizures it was three of my true friends who saved my life.
The 8th seizure, my divine mother Lilith saved my life from....

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you
like lightning
sliced
so frightening
so nice
electric shock
opened lock
crumbling rock
slithering
you slid
settling amid
the mess
you are my sin
i confess
guilty pleasure
heart seizure...

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Lying there at Costo in front of the cash
Didn't do it to cause a flurry as to the floor I did crash
First since Feb. last year
Seizures ain't done yet I fear
Well, I'm still breathing 'cept for a sore ass ...

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Today it's been 7 months since my last epileptic seizure
What a fantastic anniversary, it couldn't have been sweeter
Can I just assume it's finally
Been conquered undeniably
I'm heaving a monumental sigh of relief justifiably...

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How does one capture a heart?
Is it an instantaneous moment of seizure
Ensnared by a singularly magical minute
A spell cast
In a twinkling of time
With just
One 
Touch?

How does one capture a heart?
Is it trapped in time
By a gentle coaxing, 
A trust
Taking it apart piece by piece
Until it is given away
Without 
Reluctance?...

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The dog went into a seizure
started shaking like it had
Saint Vitis.
Nine days and twenty two hundred dollars later
came home from the animal hospital,
a dog that looked and acted as if it had a lobotomy.

Know when to kiss your pets goodbye,
cause the Veterinarian you rush it to,
certainly is not gonna tell you.
The animal is better off dead....

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ODE TO 'NESSA

Teary eyes
Sorry sighs
Starry sights
Caring hearts
Hearing ears
Telling tears
Yelling fears
Praying hands
Laying hands
Breaking bands
Blessings abounds
Like 50grands
Blessing not curses
Healing not sickness
Just eternity 
Not epilepsy,
Healthy future 
Not filthy seizure.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 16th March, 2018....

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If I treasure treasure
I won’t be at leisure
Until there is a capture

If I treasure fixture
I will dare seizure
Until there is a full measure

If I treasure nature
I won’t be a vulture
That devours at pleasure

If I treasure culture
I won’t be a torture
That encourages displeasure

If I treasure future
I will nurture our mixture
That is the very big picture....

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starkness invading, picture windows view
the wake of an invisible house through
the maze of forest oaks becoming blue.
seizure of sure Winter eyes, long night’s coup.

of red foxes, no sightings but a twig
snapping, turns chilly heads, as moonlight wigs
out at the littered floor, nocturnal rig —
cacophony of coyotes, the dig.

                          11/27/2020...

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DEATH STILLS #5


A caress brief that stills all pain,
Die then old grief that brought things vain.


To die feels strange yet strokes easy,
Seizure of change dims completely.


Only death frames a posture sure,
Forfeit brief name in erasure.


Concede dear soul old gravity,
Puzzle ends here as death sets free.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
03 February 2016
Singapore...

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New onset seizure,
Syncopal episode – hmmmm

Psychogenic origins?

Regardless of that
   I paid the price in full,
Although I’m grateful
      That bitten tongue
       And broken bone

Were not on sale today

Pain has painted my
         Body black
And stuffed my nerves
         With tar

I feel too thick in it
To move

Maybe tonight I’ll
Swim in dreams
Of darkest India inks...

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Floating by
Streams of pure fest
As wit prunes jest
As words spy


Simple say
As dreams now play
In odd strange ways
Tease this day


Buoyant stuff
Stop in brief browse
Touch does arouse
Just enough


Seizure light
Tampers stray fit
Watch how lost bits
Glimpse of wit


Venture thus
Heart knows the way
Soul grooms each play
Ere sad dust




Leon Enriquez
11 September 2019
Singapore...

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In his heart was an intense glow
After his seeming superb show:
An unsurpassed Philistine Throw
Until whistled “A Disallowing No”
That nearly javelin blood flow
Stopped from his head to toe
And a seizure wired like a blow …

Clear that a bank account won’t grow,
A once hot spirit is icy snow;
For all this rousing with the cock’s crow!

Now a bow is sick and tired of an arrow,
A once healthy Toyota awaiting a tow....

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Hold them tightly but be sure not 
to clench
When knaves and thieves come for
seizure do not flinch

Walk in the light, that's where your
protection lies
Through the darkness, by all means, continue
with lithely strides

Holding and carrying the promise from 
a long ago
Remembering from whence you've come and
where you must go

Holding, 

Holding, 

Holding fast to your beautiful dreams
Following that starry spirit within that gleams...

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The haunting whine of a cello 
A lure then seizure that won't let go

Memories arrested in the chambers of my mind
Still shots of reflections fraught with the unkind

No rest for the aching thing that beats in my chest
A somber strain that whines with seemingly no rest

Slow, slowly plays a melancholic concerto
Slow, slowly cries the cello with an echo

As it goes so do my lonely tears
Whining chords of discord illuminate the romantic backstairs...

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The seizure,
volatile it was,
the way to tell, for the things
he did not want to say.

You suffer silently.
Coming to boiling point,
for the starkness of the torture.
The abridged wholeness was empty.
Only howling remained.

Can you measure the pain? 
The depth of the wound? 
Start the dialogue with the unseen?

The flame protected in the folds
of a primeval skill,
now singes the clarity.

Between you and I no space was left.					


SATISH VERMA...

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Poem 6 

You catch me 
as I fall into your arms
You lay me down 
and lift my shirt

my breathing slows down 
my eyes close 
You kiss my cheek, 
my neck, and my chest 
continuously making a trail 
all the way down to my pants

You come back up 
and hope that my eyes open
My seizure has not subsided 
So now you start to pray

You take my hands 
and you give them one last kiss
Now you close your eyes too 
And ask God if we can be together 

To Matt- Parker...

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Clip it Mop it Loved Gallagher’s Pocket
Inside ready to hide …. Lucy’s Locket

Clip it Mop it was the bad sort of bloke
Bullying others said it was a joke.

Strip it Clock it and I had had enough
We thumped CM, decided to get tough

Clip it Mop it ran to get Boomerang
They came back with silly jangly clang clang

So we ran off to snag Buster B. Jake
If we got him the other team would shake.

Buster had already joined Clip it Mop
I faked a seizure and started to flop...

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On morning walk, there comes a moment of great impulse, 
Like one before a grand moment of seizure, or more frequently a
Sneeze.

It comes out like the boom of cannons in war movie, 
No, like fireworks at Japanese summer festival, no-

Like butterflies drizzling maple syrup on toasted leaf.

Like the final touch of paint brush on public artwork.

Like the clapping of two wood blocks on bar thirty six, 
Second movement of yesterday’s evening concert.

Yes, that’s how it is....

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Single scream long, loud
gurgling,
desk shaking
falling to floor
convulsing
moaning noises
She's not okay
running
getting help, fast
please help her
grunting
groaning
She's not okay
She's not okay
someone move the desks
crying
Cany you hear me
Come back
get help
call her parents
everyone out of the room
She's not okay
She's not okay
little noises
blue lips
it's not her lipstick
hopeless feeling
all through the day
She's not okay
She's not okay
She's not okay...

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Like hard, dry toast, with no aroma,
Poetry minus heart and soul, puts me in 
an endless coma!


My brain short circuits, the longer the poem!
I get a poetic seizure and my mind
is lost and endlessly roams.


Then come the poets, who are would-be 
philosophers!
As fascinating, and exciting as wooden bean 
counters.


Finally, those poets, who think the divine 
Thesaurus, makes a poem a dream?
I sit here, in agonizing tears and do a 
howling scream!


4-18-2022...

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