Ulcers Poems | Examples

Fibromyalgia 2

Fatigue
Insecurity
Brain fog
Restless legs
Odour sensitivity 
Mouth ulcers
Years of pain
Agoraphobia 
Low blood pressure 
Generalised anxiety disorder 
Infertility 
Allergies

Airs

The air can be relatively silent
or noiseful wind – sort of like,
flatulence – both blessing and 
curse~ depending on where and
when.  The who, more often, not  
forthright.  

             Do we wrongly blame
God, for our own airs – what we
take in and give off, lusts of the
appetite, making foul smelling of
an otherwise sacred dwelling? 

             To my mind, better we
advocate for greener mountains, and less
polluted seas – myself, not so fond of skin ulcers, 
burning, blistering pees. 

No Second Coming, till our own transformation

Christ is not late

We are….

John's Visit: Ephemera theme

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There he was – my first boyfriend ever -
leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him
over to my town to see me before I left for college
even though we had broken up a few years back.

I had met him at church camp several years earlier -
John, with that cute elfin face,
legs like matchsticks that seemed half as wide as mine
and the sweet sensitive nature
of a kid who worried so much about his parents’ marriage
he’d already developed ulcers at age 14.

He was looking kind of cool, wearing silver tinted shades
that didn’t allow me to see his baby blues beneath them
as he leaned against that sweet ride, smiled and said so little.
I later learned his parents had split up,
but not one friend of his whom I asked 
could tell me where John ended up.

I google him; I search on Facebook; still I can’t find him.
That unexpected visit – not so important then -
has become one more of the many ephemera
in the sum total of my long-traveled life.

Wyre

Going home 
across the Shard bridge
spanning a rattle-snaked river 
that bites into the Irish sea
cold-bloodedly pumping
into Fleetwood's gaping fish-mouth. 

Here birthmarks 
are branded with icons
like beach lighthouse at Rossall Point
as Northwesterly winds 
whistle across the dinosaur ribbed sands. 

Yet towers still sentinel 
over the dark valley 
riveted in iron, rusted russet
like warships wrought from steel,

but aspire
like a winged-spirit
above backstreet's cobbled lanes
that echo with drunken frenzy.

The river's stenched breath
perfumes the breeze with sewage leaks
as passing tankers head north
and farm slurry seeps into pure veins. 

Distantly, 
Alveley's coalfields fade 
whose ashen sides once licked 
red ulcers with embered tongues. 
Their slag banks were stacked 
near St Michael's 
whose hidden eddies still swollow
many a beautifully troubled mind.

Now the future skies 
spread star-spangled
glowing with fractured light
sparks that guide strangers 
embracing Morecambe bay's wide  
open seas

Black Tantrum

Something yond is sore to proveth,
judging those who is't disagreeth,
hurst nay hast peat swamp.

People breath their owneth blood,
Ulcers replaceth green air?

Benumbed lungs and panshard death,
city born city bred?

A Pinch of Salt Just Will Not Do

A pinch of salt or even two
  never enough, just will not do

But let it rain down, pour it on in
  you'll get ulcers faster than with Mr. Clean

The sweet spot's somewhere in between ~
  sodium bicarbonate and 'buttered pretzelines'

Much A-Do

We cannot worry over-much,
'Bout things we can't control.
Too much worry disrupts life,
And at length rots the soul.

Worrying 'bout this and that,
Can spoil your whole demeanor,
Causing you to disdain,
What makes your pastures greener.

Reality of fact is that,
Life has it's ups and downs.
Stomp and snort all that you please,
And growl and glance around,

To find someone to blame it on,
Although no one's to blame.
Sometimes things happen, this is true,
And it's to no one's shame.

Often we avoid some things,
But sometimes we just can't.
If we could go through life unscathed,
We'd be some kind of plant,

That simply sits, says not a word,
And never does a thing;
So learn to take life as it comes,
Relax and learn to sing;

For worry never solved a thing,
In fact it gives you ulcers,\
And makes you old before your time,
So relax, gain some culture.

Learn to control your inner chi,
Your yen and then your yang;
Because worrying all the time,
Won't gain you one dang thang.

Bunny Rabbits

Giggling chuckling and guffawing
Like a bunny start each day hopping
Watch for hunters
They'll give you ulcers
It's the only way to start your day

Lemon Bars Like Shining Stars

Lemon Bars Like Shining Stars

Remember when we would eat lemon bars;
Had ended up with ulcers  and many scars;
With haste,
Would taste;
In space they would look like shining stars.

Jim Horn

Whales Reflect On Dying

mammals with large brains
typically reflect on life
chiefly when dying

whales swallow plastics
pounds of internal ulcers
chiefly they're dying

humans suicide
whales beach and with ships collide
chiefly they're extinct


stan sand

Laney

. . . Come pick thy left pieces
For my brain still counts memories
Go behind my eyes
For thy shadow shines like flash light
Fetch my hanging appetite 
The ulcers are feeding on your aroma
A glassful of your lip twists
For my thirst dines on flu
Take the slopping path 
My heart waited longer than patience
Can i envy your smile
Its seen by many not me alone
I wish to color your dreams
With a range of roasted apples
If you tasted like wine
You could be the chained bottle to my wrist

. . . .

My New Boss

I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
 banana peppers, and 
tomatoes galore.


Hot spicy and
 “oh my gosh” foods
 is what I simply and
 absolutely adore.


Prime rib? Okay 
but beef cake it in
 horseradish, and I mean
 straight, not in a
 dumbed down sauce.

My ulcerated esophagus
 and spastic colon 
are now apparently
 my boss.

The Harvest Part 2

She gives my life  __________

a. Ulcers
b. Stress headaches
c. Gives? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
d. You better hope she doesn’t read this
e. On second thought, why not?

Troubled Stomach

Troubled stomach he carries
Itching, aching and scratching
On wheel chair he goes to doctor
Weeping gnashing teeth, worried
With stomach pain, stammering lips
Big baby is recommended for surgery
In the stomach were foreign bodies;
Taxes, bills, wages, bribes, donations
Aborted project money and loans
And the doctor advised him earnestly; 
“These have caused ulcers and aches
Don’t eat these things again, big baby
Never will you survive if you disobey
Second operation you must avoid
Tears of the would-be beneficiaries,
have penetrated your stomach.”

Lupus

Lord my heart my heart 
I’m crying out in so much pain
My joints swelling up
My face developed butterflies a rash
I’m weak can’t move can’t get out the bed
Lord I know you don’t put no more 
No more on me than I can bare
But my skin developed ulcers and sores
The world looking at me like a circus freak
My thoughts in distress on a daily 
In and out the hospital my organs 
My body attacking my organs 
My bones breaking like paper 
Lupus attacking my bones
Lord I know we don’t suppose to question you 
But why me? Why I’m suffering?
I know everything happens for a reason
I’m a good person nobody knows
Knows my struggle know my pain
Lupus is a disease I wish go away
Lupus I pray they kill and cure you
You affecting too many people I know  
Thousands across the nations 
Destroy the souls of too many




In a loving memory of Tiffany Clark
This also for everyone who is battling this disease or is affected by the disease.
I love you in your in my daily prayers… GOD BLESS

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