A man is as old as his arteries.
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A man is as old as his arteries and his interests. If he permits his economic, religious, or social arteries to harden, or loses interest in whatever concerns mankind... he will need only six feet of earth.
quote by Josephus Daniels
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45 Causes Of Alzheimer's
Cause of Alzheimer's
or Disease of Oldtimers:
Amyloid plaque blocks the veins
which feed the brain
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4 of the molecules which can build up in the brain:
a. amyloid plaque: a byproduct of animal protein metabolism
b. cholesterol in the cerebral arteries
c. calcium plaque in the blood vessels
d. trioxypurine or uric acid, the pre urine of animal
muscle cells which remains in animal flesh and crystallizes
around the joints and in the arteries
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As the arteries grow hard, the heart grows soft.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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The Internet's kinda in danger of getting heart disease pretty soon, I think. Arteries are getting clogged.
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I don't think any drug that can cause brain damage, failing kidneys, hardening arteries, pain, and suffering should be made available.
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Revolution! The people howls and cries, Freedom, that's what we're needing! We've needed it for centuries, our arteries are bleeding. The stage is shaking, the audience rock. The whole thing is over by nine o'clock.
quote by Kurt Tucholsky
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Cirrhosis and Sclerosis
Alcohol can cause the liver's cirrhosis
while animal fat: multiple sclerosis.
Animal fat in the brain arteries
is premature senility
while a high meat diet is
linked to sterility.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Illusion
a death warrant signed
with the very thing we hang onto for life
veins and arteries in a million knots
not an inch to let go for breath
the physique festers in a despicable illusion
we had clung onto with pain and expectation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Living witnesses
do we ever die?
the planets and suns
were all once - living beings
they found an alternative way
to live and we are the living witnesses
one day we will too be able to
give up this physique to let the
fire in us be the sun
our spirituality the mountains and the universe
our intelligence the moon
breathe the breeze
our veins and arteries
the rivers and streams
our nature the four seasons
and our love - running creatures
who too would live to share our destiny
rewritten version
do we ever die?
a question gawking
at us like a million stars
are they harbingers
of good news? glittering
with promises of a life beyond?
that the planets and suns
were all once - living beings?
who have scored high with
an alternative way to live?
are we the living witnesses
of their love, waiting only
to be inspired? so that one day
we too will be able to give up
a cumbersome physique to let the
fire in us be the sun
our spirituality the mountains
and the universe
our intelligence the moon
veins and arteries
the rivers and streams
our nature the four seasons
and our love - running creatures
who too would live to share our destiny?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Human Altitude
Oxygen pumping in your arteries
Nature opens a vein to you
When you stride up to the hills
There is no greater thrill
Than human power
Powered at your pace
Carry your dreams
Against the
twirling leaves
sashaying shrubs
and swaying trees.
Race straight
To a destiny
With those who
are there for life.
poem by Kamini Arichandran
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Aubade: Autumn
Day and night
our hearts beat,
arteries, veins pulse
breath swells our ardent lungs
and we live!
Oh, hear how the morning dove moans
in the pale early light;
wander with me
with open arms,
embrace the radiant eye.
Our love grows
as slowly
we rise.
poem by Steven Federle
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Congestive Traffic
Those who walk on what appears,
For them a lonely road...
May have chosen to do so.
Since the air is crisp.
And the mind is clear.
Choosing happiness over confusion,
Eliminates the need...
For one to fight for a place,
In polluted congestive traffic.
Where others have accepted beliefs,
This way of life is meant for them to live.
With a daily honking their way through,
A series of clogged arteries to die for.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Thirty Thousand Feet
As I sit here and gaze at the earth,
I'm amazed at my image of self worth.
Past my window the sinew of life fleets by;
Arteries and patches and snatches of smoke.
My ego cries out with a shout of dispair
As I stare in wonder at scenes passing under.
The procession is endless. A lesson i'll gain.
I feel as humble as but one drop in a rain.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Laughter in my Womb
As I touch my tummy so tenderly, I escape
He placed his hand on mine
Asked I blush as mummy,
so perfectly out I space
She placed her hand on his
And I hear laughter from inside my ears
And I sense these thrills right down my veins
And I feel my rains coming
I am the season of the mud
I am a new earth
And I hear laughter from inside my mind
And I sense this strength all over my muscles
And I feel my arteries working
I transform
I am the reason of the laughter
I am the hearth
I am the season of the fire
red soil and water
my womb is an oven
and it’s laughing
As I touch this belly in such a marvel, I break
He placed his finger on my tear
Collapsed I and numb, but sovereign, again I brick
She placed his salty finger on her lips
And I throw laughter from inside my guts
And I sense this mighty earthquake on my bones
And I feel my rains coming
I am the season of the mud
I am the last earth
And I hear laughter from inside my mind
And I sense this strength all over my muscles
And I feel my arteries working
I transcend
I am the reason of the laughter I am the hearth
I am the season of the fire
red soil and water
my womb is an oven
and its holy laughter is boiling to surface.
poem by Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis
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Muse And Sorrow
An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries
when you,
that I wanted to touch
disappear into twilight of memory.
Always a sense of bereavement.
why do I care for you?
Time drops like an old coin
in the hands of a drifter.
Take away my sleep
I want to wake for the whole night
and recite the unwritten poems.
Again life had been very kind to me
I am free to face
muse and sorrow.
poem by Satish Verma
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Called to spread love
called to spread love
branch the palms of hands
into a lightning through the dimness clouds
into the cracks of a dried out earth
into the cracks of unwritten walls
into the veins arteries ropes
climbing the heaven of love spread calls
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Limbs Blessed
Love came and my name remained
To be filled with awe afterwards;
It was light and enragement from the wind
And the weather became sweet afterwards.
The sleep adopted a dream
For my eyes were loved by the dead
As they peeped at my bedroom
One night.
Every limb was blessed with divine light,
All the veins and arteries were rivers
So hard and fast,
Like the gushing springs of Paradise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ambidexterity
Was born with this quaint skill
But blessed in my perplexity
I use both hands which I feel
Explains the Creativity.
With either hand - yes, I can write
With them I cook, and paint or sew
I draw with the left, that's alright
Write with the right hand, even so.
There is no conflict in my brain
No stress or anxiety at all
Though my arteries do cause me pain
I am quite happy I am normal!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Price of your services
For every thing we do, you pay
Even we pray, for that too, you pay
You do every thing, give every thing
But I have nothing mine, that I can pay
O God!
You become happy, if just we praise
You accept, merely attention we pay -
As cost of every thing that you give
Guarantee joy too and restful live
O God!
Your given things are captured by men
They command price, from wanting everyone,
For cleaning arteries take thousands dollars.
You clean souls too, for simply we remember
O God!
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Deadly Disease
With only so many cocktails
To a disease that eats at your arteries
Keep it down but never kill it
Each cure will only keep it decolonized it for so long
Then it to the next
I'm speaking of something similar to mrsa
The only difference is it is contained in the blood
No contagion risk.
Mysterious is such a bacteria
So rare that that CDC is called in to investigate
What caused this?
Was it the hospital or nursing home
Can you sue, and should you
All very good questions
But the man says no, and continues on with his life
He could live for another 20 years
The doctors just don't know
It's one of those make the best of whatever you got left.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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