our father in heaven
hallowed be your name
thank you for your gift of healing
thank you for getting us through no matter how we are feeling
you help us through illness and can heal disease
if we believe
we can recieve
you may heal us physicaly or emotionaly
you heal our soul
you are God our healer that makes us whole Amen.
you help me every day to do my job
to bring smiles and comfort to others
no matter how much my legs hurt
no matter about the lumps and bumps
you give me strength to keep going
to do as i was called to do
and i am thankful that i will be touched by you.
phlebitis or supetficial thrombosis can not hold me back.
it passes and heals. thank you for healing time and time again no matter what my legs are going through whenever i get a flare up, thank you that you sustain me
i can do all things through him that gives me strength Amen.
Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching sun
subsequently, in confusion,
I broke into a wide smile
that reverberated within
an inane, jumbled heartbeat,
venous thrombosis.
Imbue a pulse to svelte vessels
I didn't realize when it started
lacking friends and love
shattered heart, rotting core
halcyon recalls vanished
just dying is the goal
It's exhausting to suffer and cry.
Every sound in your name
whispered in the breeze
strengthened our bond
going toward dreams
amid fluttering twigs
I discovered serenity and solace
weeping willow's embrace
wind rustled its twigs as music
quiet fears of long-lost hopes
seeking refuge from the hot sun
I discovered this secret treasure
a vault for memories and dreams
It's a long way to hell alone
life isn't awful, but no one phones
I can stay here until earth scorns
stay with my weeping willow.
Mastications In One Movement
Lathering on the ranch dressing,
mixed with honey mustard grunting;
these inhaling engorging souls are
finding the emotional precipice,
high up and dangling,
hanging by french fried ropes,
smothered in thousand island arrhythmias.
here come the fat waiters,
pushing arteriosclerotic meat carts,
spangled in barbecued thrombosis
and chocolate-covered infarctions,
served au jus on peanut butter trays
filled with maple syrup cherries and
white-creamed heart palpitations.
You know what I mean?
You’ve smelled those words before,
tasted their glazed cordials,
licked the candy flowers
as they swayed there, and
sucked the inner pap of the sweet melon
with perspiring brow; now
having a reason to wake up, it is
time for cupcakes and cinnamon churros
with the vanilla-skirted girls,
marinating inside bacon and lettuce taxis,
dipped in onion teriyaki, sizzling
delicious smoke with au gratin effusions.
Barbara
When she had the operation
they gave her six weeks worth of injections
to be done every day
in her stomach
to prevent thrombosis
which runs in the family
she did it for a week
and then she said sod this for a game of soldiers
and she threw them all away
in the bin
and she told the doctor
what she had done
and I’ve heard her say
this story three times
doctor
I’ve never had thrombosis
I’ve travelled around the world
and I’m nearly 70
(she’s nearly 71)
and I said Barbara you’re nearly 71
you were 70 last year
and had two parties to prove it.
allusive winds splatter metal amok
chasing leaves mark time across
cement jungles of error burn ravishing
imprints across eyes of the innocent
seasons beckon sweeping funnels
bitter rage evacuates human hope,
abounding distrust hidden in halls
echoing colorless, delectable death
hallow your hearts, replete lies seek
obstruction rebuilt to the core of
Capitol HIll, o’ to envision devalued
pinnacles of injustice embracing
common change, lives live, victims
victory, synonymous smiles, dear
diaries, echo empathy, fair futures,
galliant goals, resplendent respirations
sweep soiled souls, daily doses
of deep thrombosis depletions
Sudden eclipses blare
Thoughtlessness…thrombosis…
The only room opens and snakes drip
From broken windows as leaves hiss
Ghosts try to form bodies…turning…
Into the silent agony of madness shuffling
Into the wordless expression of immensity
Into the vivid darkness of coma black…
An expression of a Nurse
I am a Nurse,
I am loved by few and hated by many
Everyday I dedicate my life to saving lives of others
From 7 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the evening
Whether its winter, whether its Summer
Day and night I sacrifice my comfort
And put myself at risk of developing deep venous thrombosis
Through standing
Swimming in life threatening infections
And deadly diseases
Yet I am loved by few hated by many.
My dedication, my determination,My willingness, my passion, my care
They are all never recognized
Only my mistakes are visible in the eyes of everyone
Because I am loved by few hated by many
From vomitus to faeces, Urine to blood, sweat to sputum
My hands discriminate none
In all body orifices they navigate to heal where it is injured
Assess where it is wrong and comfort where there is pain
From head to toe they travel to provide holistic nursing care
To bring back good health to those afflicted by sickness
Yet I am loved by few hated by many
I am a Nurse, hate me, love me
My hands will always be receptive
To accomodate your entrance.
Sum of two, percolating hearts
Two forks merge, Love's current to kickstart
Love's seminal streams nutrients cart
Naively, through winding conduits dart
Each mind's eye the vital signs chart
Through coronary arteries; blithe goals, hopes jump-start
Strains increase blood pressure, tearing conjunctive cells apart
Gritty plaque dams; communication channels thwart
From heart's door, through silted veins, corroding dreams depart
Alter egos swell; each inflammatory argument a counterpart
A professional, therapeutic stent does bypass lane impart
Until acute thrombosis does stagnant minds compart
Divergent heart streams dissected on Love's flowchart
sadle thrombosis
my cat never even felt
the shot
Evening reaches out with an open hand
Like a forgotten presence appearing.
Every last hair bolts up by your command
Charging my living tissue with searing
Thrombosis to push those gusts to endure,
Rallying in your splendor with wonder
Opposed as delicious harmony pure,
Goading such playful rumbles of thunder,
Echoed throbbing, our obsessions collide
Nebulous in consumptive carousing
Electrified to blaze purpose inside
Slickened hope both divine and arousing:
Isometric ripples welling with glee
Sustaining the spark that breathes into me.
marble structured game-board;
deep thrombosis veins -
of deceit witted paths;
beckoning its challenger
play
pre-meditated strategy;
an absolute must in-
cluded trust to move
forward
jagged-edged curses bite
on frayed nerve endings;
encouragement to beginnings,
continuous quality checks
of absolute decision
credibility
vertical advances permit-
backward tactics
disqualify mankind's majority
too little ground at top
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