Too Many Aches And Ailments At Once
TOO MANY ACHES AND AILMENTS AT ONCE
Too many aches and ailments at once
A remedy for one causes new problems with another-
Tiredness is all-
Death is not feared-
Is it cowardly to want a way out?
One wills oneself to be courageous-
This thing is tried
And then another tried
One pain down another irritation up -
I cough and I ache and I long to rest
A poem cannot end the pains
Writing is only a minor distraction-
It is not good to be sick
And less good when one is old
Will I ever be alright again?
I have gotten out of this before
I will this time get out of it again-
But in the years to come?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Borrowed Time
His life is drawing to its close.
He has lived past three score and ten
and has no reason to suppose
That he should know the how and when.
He is not ready yet to go
his life is full of interest
Although his pace of life is slow
he has retained his youthful zest.
Now often plagued by aches and pains,
accepts them philosophically.
Its very seldom he complains,
he knows there is no remedy
for his ailments. He is quite sure
death will provide a lasting cure.
8-May-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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As the Music Plays
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with pain
pain of the past
and pain of the present
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with hurt
hurt that I have caused
and hurt that has been caused
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with passion
passion that yearns
and passion that wants
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with love
love that will never be shared
and love that will never be known
As the music stops
my heart no longer aches
it doesn't feel anything
the music has stopped
and so has everything else.
poem by Carissa Thiessen
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Under The Influence Of Circumstances
We raise what is planted.
We reap what is sown.
We harvest to eat what is cooked.
And these trite expressions,
Go on and on...
As we visit our ailments,
Whether they are locked up...
In jails or prisons,
OR taken to our doctors...
To be cured of them or hospitalized.
And still to this very day,
There are folks who will not admit but deny quickly...
Their direct involvement in their own aches and pains.
To confess emphatically,
Of a doing of the best that they could do...
'Under the influence of circumstances'.
And yet express regret,
They often mention to attempt to forget...
It had been those same circumstances,
They had been warned by others to avoid or experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aches
My heart aches when i talk to you
My heart aches when i don't hear from you
My heart aches when i long for you
I don't know why
You've taken over my thoughts
I can't even explain
You're still a stranger
Far Away
I want you close by
I miss your embrace
Holding you close
I miss you
poem by Margaret Smith Vail
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A Remedy Too Many Dare to Face
To tunnel in and out of the darkside,
Has to be done.
If an appreciation for light,
Helps to overcome....
A foolish accepted activity,
Easily embraced...
By those too long comforted by clouds.
When there is an option to bask in Sun.
To avoid pain some keep it sustained.
And not to admit it is felt...
Does not mean it is not seen,
Nor kept undetected from someone else.
It resides and hides behind illnesses.
Inhabiting our minds to dine on mental ailments.
And they are shared without thought.
As if to gift others...
Seeking agonies sought.
'You're not the only one,
Who has enjoyed those aches and pains.
I've had them for years.
And my doctor says I should...
Double the dose.
Promising slowly I will begin not to notice.
As long as I maintain the routine.'
To tunnel in and out of the darkside,
Has to be done.
If an appreciation for light,
Helps to overcome...
Until the root of this self infliction,
Ends a need for habitual prescriptions...
We are addicted to monitor.
Fearing the cure of self examination.
A remedy too many dare to face.
Choosing to pop and dropp daily as scheduled,
On 'anti-reality' in its place!
With no less than 8 ounces of a preferred beverage.
'I'll take another round of rum and coke.
Forget the rocks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith Within
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
Or seek with this acknowledgement,
A reason to complain about my circumstances.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
I hear others disrespect themselves,
With criticisms directed.
I hear comments returned to them,
By those sharing a mutual unconsciousness.
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
With a facing of those obstacles,
Presented on my path to test.
And yet,
I know from where my blessings come...
To on me become bestowed.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
And I am able to let go,
Of that which troubles me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Food
Toy us, toy food with instinct saving you,
Then definitely work on that which makes,
Surrender yours, so action failed - it aches,
It aches and aches, forever it imbue.
So face this sound like fodder and horseshoe,
I see a bath may profit my backaches,
Then present food described us as brakes,
Cakes bring the joy to danger - interview!
I see the toys, I think I am a tool,
My tools as one that lusts for pain are grand,
The work I feed shall win, shall fit, preserve.
Inquire into food and carrots cool,
This energetic choir sings so bland,
My work is concentrating on my nerve.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Unique Life Is - 0827
Poetic art unique life is, Nature ensnares
As unleashed love invites, now empathy's portrait
Uniting light, insight. New entente pure awaits
Love's inner nascent eye, projects a utopia
Ideal, naught else prepares, as unsuspected layers,
Nurtured everywhere, pemeate all! Unlocked, innate
Each person aches until linked idyll, neonate,
Longings assuages, - Zeal altruistic, rare
Avoiding zig-zags, always responsive. Lifting anxiety
Zion's age, reflects, listening, appropriate
Answers restates lyrically. Zen assimilate
Resolutely, leaving all zones aware.
Paths are unveiled, letting in natural energy,
Leaving all zonas, ailments, allergy!
(13 September 1996)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Tiredness Of Old Age Is A Terrible Tiredness
THE TIREDNESS OF OLD AGE IS A TERRIBLE TIREDNESS
The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness-
It is a tiredness which knows it will die if it cannot sleep.
It is just so so weary and weak
‘Willpower' says nothing to it.
The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness
Which does not have the strength
Not to give in to itself-
It is a tiredness of no resistance
And incredible impatience
To just lie down forever-
It will give anything to be out of feeling itself
It will give its life gladly just to stop feeling the way it does.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.
quote by Jonathan Swift
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I only get unusual ailments.
quote by Jimmy Kimmel
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Happy Doctors’ Day,2008
All doctors are not demi-gods;
No doctor is miraculous;
All doctors are human beings,
Who help the sick and try to cure.
But doctors deal with human lives;
The profession’s noblest of all;
The Healer is Almighty God;
The doctor is His instrument.
The world is rife with ailments new;
The doctor strives his best to cure;
The doctor lessens suffering;
The miracles are done by God.
Yet, newer therapies have come;
The future for patients is bright;
Let people be more health-aware,
And live lives longer happily.
‘A Happy Doctors’ Day, ’08! ’
Pray God gives cures for more ailments;
The body’s, mind’s health stands foremost;
The doctor is like you, human.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-1-2008
poem by John Celes
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Chemical Rain
Jet aircraft criss-cross world skies
Rain death, killing pelicans’ n’ bees
Human beings also being victimized
By weird ailments n’ mental disease
(Google 'chemtrails' and investigate this for yourself)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Engraved Feelings**************1979
sitting in my mothers chair
pain is etched everywhere
feeling the aches and pains
that she must go through
living in her solitude.
a house is not a home
if no one picks up the phone.
a telephone call is all she asks
it's not much of a task.
staring at the pictures of her
grand childrens faces.
recalling when she was younger
with no lines or traces.
that old age would soon appear.
it was something that she did not fear.
now her medical problems have gotten worse
she is more or less an invalid, and needs a nurse.
this is something that she always feared
the burden upon her children, far and near.
yet there is something that she does not realize.
that all her children love her
and will always be close by.
poem by Louis Rams
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Emoticons in my Life
Already In childlhood I had emoticons
of cry when I hungered and I longed for my mom
A lost toy is sorrow, the sting of ant is pain
A friend who went away left icons of despair
And then childhood I left onto adolescence
Everything around me began to have a sense
Emotions have causes so do emoticons
I myself cannot make my icons on my own
In my bachelorhood came the icon of frown
The incertitudes of love I could not understand
Came to me the icons of sorrow and despair
When in the field of love woefully I did fail
In the end I regained icons of hope and joy
when the heart of the woman that I love I won
Emoticons of anger in my manhood did come
Emotion I supressed, did not show everyone
Emotional outbursts I hid and overcome
Harmony and accord was foremost in my mind
I am now in old age, my smileys are few
The icon of laughter I now do never show
Emoticons are not for an old man to make
But dictated by God, icons I must accept
That always come with pain, ailments and body aches
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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I was hurting. I had some ailments I was dealing with. It's not like I was holding out.
quote by Alonzo Mourning
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Whatever
Im liking you too much
Dont take advantage of
My tender heart and everything about me
In giving you my trust
Im giving you my love
So do take care, please be gentle with my heart
cause everything I do is bout you, baby
Baby, I dont wanna be apart, ooh
Ive been loving you from the start
Heres my heart, heres my heart
Everything I do is all about you, baby
Whatever you do, whatever you think
I look in your eyes
You dont know how my heart aches
Whatever you say, whatever could mean
Youre breaking my heart
I want it all the time, I want it every night
I cant stop thinking, cant stop thinking about you
Im burning with desire, my heart and soul on fire
So do take care, please be careful with my heart
(bum, bum, bum) anything you do, I crave it, baby, baby, baby
(bum, bum, bum) I cant get you out a my mind
(bum, bum, bum) loving you I cant deny youre in my heart
(bum, bum, bum) deep inside, everything I do is all about you, baby
Whatever you do, whatever you think
I look in your eyes
You dont know how my heart aches
Whatever you say, whatever could mean
Youre breaking my heart
I maybe a fool for you, baby
Well, I cant help myself
Maybe Im too in love
What else can I do but go crazy
For your love, boy, Id give anything
(bum, bum, bum)
(bum, bum, bum)
(ho?h?h
Whatever you do, whatever you think
I look in your eyes
You dont know how my heart aches
Whatever you say, whatever could mean
Youre breaking my heart
Whatever you do, whatever you think
I look in your eyes
You dont know how my heart aches
Whatever you say, whatever could mean
Youre breaking my heart
Whatever you do, whatever you think
I look in your eyes
You dont know how my heart aches
Whatever you say, whatever could mean
song performed by by En Vogue
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My other bodily ailments have become mere matters of history.
quote by William Banting
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