He was scheduled to get a new kidney,
though he tried to obtain one from Whitney,
fifty million car parts
but no kidneys or hearts,
so he got his new kidney in Sydney.
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Twenty million more have Chronic Kidney Disease, where patients experience a gradual deterioration of kidney function, the end result of which is kidney failure.
quote by Xavier Becerra
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Generation Next Motto
'U love someone
U marry someone else.
The one u marry becomes ur wife or husband.
And the one u loved becomes the password of Ur mail id'
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There's only one perfect child in the world & every mother has it.
There's only one perfect wife in the world & every neighbour has it.
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If someone says u r ugly, its ok, if someone says u r stupid, its ok,
If someone says u r genius slap him as tight as you can n say there
is a limit of kidding n u r now crossing the limit.
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Three dreams of a man:
To be as handsome as his mother thinks.
To be as rich as his child believes.
To have as many women as his wife suspects...
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Husband & wife are like liver and kidney. Husband is liver & wife kidney.
If liver fails, kidney fails. If kidney fails, liver manages with other kidney.
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What's the diff between Dava &d Daru?
Dava is like girlfriend, that comes with expiry date and
Daru is like wife, Jitni purani hogi utna sir chad ke bolegi.
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Wife ko Begum kyon kehte hain?
Kyonki shaadi ke baad saare gum to husband ke hisse mein aate hain or
wife Be-Gum ho jaat hai.
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The Japanese have produced a camera that has such a fast shutter
speed it can take a picture of a woman with her mouth shut
poem by Shashidhar Kumar
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African Americans make up about 13 percent of the U.S. population but comprise 32 percent of patients treated for kidney failure, giving them a kidney failure rate that is 4.2 times greater than that of white Americans.
quote by Xavier Becerra
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Once my doctor began treating my kidney disease, my greatest challenge was the constant exhaustion. Fortunately, my doctor explained that anemia was causing my exhaustion and that people with serious illnesses, like kidney disease, may be at increased risk for anemia.
quote by Alonzo Mourning
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Individuals with kidney disease who are able to obtain treatment early experience a higher quality of life and are able to maintain more of their day-to-day activities, including keeping their jobs.
quote by Xavier Becerra
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Bohemia
Authors and actors and artists and such
Never know nothing, and never know much.
Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney
Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.
Playwrights and poets and such horses' necks
Start off from anywhere, end up at sex.
Diarists, critics, and similar roe
Never say nothing, and never say no.
People Who Do Things exceed my endurance;
God, for a man that solicits insurance!
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Mampi: A Girl Of 11
Pranab k c
15/07/2011
Father is blind of one eye
only the elder brother
going to lose his kidney
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She can't do anything to share
She can't learn her lesson well
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She dreams to share her family
She dreams to fight a lot
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
One morning noise everywhere
Mampi sleeps noiseless
Mampi a girl of eleven
committed suicide
Two days later
family found a suicide note
broken words of Mampi's hand
give my kidney to my brother
give my eye to my father
I die because I learnt
man can share body-parts
with others after death'
Mampi the girl of eleven years
felt poverty silently
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Money Can’t Buy Health
A Christmas gift
for corporate dynamo.
Who has everything.
Except good health.
Unfortunately
money.
Can’t buy.
Good.
Lifelong health.
Sadly
unfortunately
for prosperous
rich.
Who have
everything else.
Except a
good heart.
Wrong.
This is an age
of miracles.
Exploiting
medical wonders.
Unethical
amoral operations.
Proverbial age
of miracles
and wonder.
Medical marvels.
Heart lung kidney machine
now primitive
more expensive painful option.
Now obsolete;
tragic; time consuming;
has been inconvenience.
The rich man’s dream.
The rich man’s dreams.
Always involved exploitation.
They always wanted
an arm, and a leg.
Your blood, sweat,
and a cupful of tears.
The new twist
of the knife.
Is just surgically
tearing heart out.
Though the choice
involves undesirable;
though acceptable
life compromise.
The buying in of foreign;
former communist;
not prime capitalist;
sold pristine body parts.
Still a wonderful, consumer
dream bargain,
with nice young fresher,
state executed choice.
Chinese boast parts
no one sells it fresher.
Prime heart,
lung, kidney.
Just ten thousand
dollar, each piece.
Rich American European Capitalists
Buying health with wealth.
With criminally convicted
Chinese body parts. Sliced to order.
Funny how victims slain internationally.
Politically framed. Are almost exclusively.
Young and healthy. Young and healthy.
Never never never innocent wealthy?
poem by Terence George Craddock (17 December 1998)
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No Right Words For the Dying
When my brother
Fifty-seven
Terminal with kidney C
Was dying slowly
All he asked-
'Just be with me.'
To a dying friend
No right words
Can convey
Comfort
For one facing the end
Cannot afford
To hear words...
That may
Distort.
Impossibilities
Erase all trace of Hope
His life is empty
Joy will cease
As his mind
Gropes.
Silence,
Being there -
Is all he really needs.
Death is near,
A Truth
That breeds
The fruit
Of Prayer
And
His Fear
Turns
To Peace.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Alankar(Decor) -73
Waiting (Whitney poem)
The Whitney is a simple invented verse form introduced by Betty Ann Whitney.
The Whitney is:
a heptastich.
syllabic,3-4-3-4-3-4-7 syllables per line.
unrhymed.
Yearning
Far apart
Two hearts waiting
To join them
Glued soul in soul
Breeze should blow
Dark mopped off then
Pond helps moon and lily merge
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Adventure In The City
Long life can end the cityscape on a day called yesterday,
Hand over the juice of your kidney as terror be at bay,
Sent over quite a lot I do deceive you with, and more than it,
To lie to oneself your bigger extra innocence bit.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Surgeries/Revelations/Puzzles/Shelter
White walls and steel gurneys-
Antiseptic fills the air-
Outside the OR in the waiting room-
The night whispers a familys heart-felt prayer;
Moon shines outside in full bloom (The brightest)
Gives light much like a (thousand fireflies) no lie-
Over brother/sisters/friends and others...
While a poet-in life or death surgery wonders why?
Oh the dusk it came way too soon-
News of multiple shut-down was uncomfortable to hear-
Major bridges in need of delicate repair-
Climbing these mountains gives even doctors fear;
Traffic of the OR nurses revolve in and out-
Dressed down in their most crisp brillant white-
An incision is made near the patients left breast and mid chest-
Much worry cries- in the mist of this night;
Many prayers are sent to the above (God Found Her)
In a major (angel winged run) -
For healing complete of heart/kidneys/lungs-
For with God in the end His will be done;
I
Diagnosis: Heart damage from silent MI-
From years of abuse...? ? ?
Abuse of what? has the specialists puzzled...
And the patient wondering...? ? ?
II
Kidney damage from years of abuse-? ? ?
Abuse of what? has the specialist puzzled...
And the patient wondering...? ? ?
III
Lungs given out from heart and kidney damage-? ? ?
From years of abuse of what-? ? ? has the specialists puzzled...
And the patient wondering...? ? ?
(Blood/tissue/ and hair samples) finally tell the whole story...
To the patient and the specialists.........The Answers: 'sinister'
Now out of the hospital and... turned over for investigation;
Be careful what you eat! ! ! Be careful what you drink! ! !
Be careful what you breathe! ! ! Be careful of that skin cream! ! !
Be careful of sadists who lurk in the dark forests bearing knives! ! !
There are: 'wackos out there'.! ! ! Sadistic 'little men' who
Get their jollies off of just this very thing...
Its later than you think! ! !
The nervous system is the next thing on the list to
Be checked...As the Mercury continues to rise here! ! !
August 24,2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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Ancient Scribbling
How did I get this ancient so very fast?
Seems like my 40th year is in the recent past.
Seventy one has just roared by like a freight train.
Now I trudge down the street in ever growing pain.
I truly believe in the reality of reincarnation.
These body parts were misused before my utilization.
I'm bald, but that feature causes me no fear;
What bothers me is each day there is less I can hear.
There's the deal about my memory and its phase;
Events of 50 years ago not bad… less for recent days.
As for my virility, I feel there is something wrong.
I tried to see four doctors, but the lines were too long.
I guess things aren't really as bad as they sound.
I had kidney-prostate cancer and am above ground.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Dedicated researchers seek better treatments and cures for diabetes, kidney disease, Alzheimer's and every form of cancer. But these scientists face an array of disincentives. We can do better.
quote by Michael Milken
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John T
I think a great deal too much fuss
Has been aroused 'mid all of us
About this crude economist John T.
And fellows of his kidney now,
'Mid people up in Sydney now,
Are slipping in that city of the free.
He wooed them with high promises
And, 'spite the doubting Thomases,
Cupidity had urged them on to trust
Political cupidity,
Which, plus a strange stupidity,
Had lured them to a scheme of 'boom and bust.'
John T. has perspicacity;
He has a vast capacity
For measuring his moron passing well.
Tho' men of seniority,
When they're in a majority
They'll send him into office for a spell.
But even morons think a while
When trembling on the brink a while
Of chaos, and they've lately come to see,
Subtracting his aggressiveness
And picturesque expressiveness.
There's noting much remaining of John T.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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I had been living with dialysis for three years or so, and the new kidney felt like a reprieve, a new gift of life. I felt alive again and I guess that has had an effect on my use of colour.
quote by Peter Wright
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Kidney Stones
Kidney stones
turn brains to bones,
cull much remaining time,
call in all loans,
mute ringing tones,
rein reign of write and rhyme
poem by Jonathan Robin
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My Mother and My Cancer
My mother always told me that without health, you have naught.
Now I find myself in a place I’m truly caught.
Cancer ate one of my kidneys and my bladder’s a sorry sight.
Expert doctors are working hard, but disagreeing what is right.
The one who sliced me open did a great job cutting out the cancer.
But as for the matter of my inflamed bladder, she really has no answer.
She suspected an infection and a urine specimen proved it was so;
Confusing since a specimen to the other doctor had resulted in a “no.”
All I know for sure is that the sewed up incision is not what hurts.
I’m suffering from what has attacked my bladder with the pressure it exerts.
As I sit down my lower body screams for help with what’s the matter.
My prostate cancer has been usurped by first kidney and now bladder.
Dear mother I have spared you the knowledge of my trauma.
You’ve had enough; you’ve had it tough in your 91 years of being mama.
Just know that your first born is enjoying a life in the style you taught.
Love is the way and each day is a gift; life’s jewels that can never be bought.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Large Intestine
Look in the mirror. Let us both look.
Here is my naked body.
Apparently you like it,
I have no reason to.
Who bound us, me and my body?
Why must I die
together with it?
I have the right to know where the borderline
between us is drawn.
Where am I, I, I myself.
Belly, am I in the belly? In the intestines?
In the hollow of the sex? In a toe?
Apparently in the brain. I do not see it.
Take my brain out of my skull. I have the right
to see myself. Don’t laugh.
That’s macabre, you say.
It’s not me who made
my body.
I wear the used rags of my family,
an alien brain, fruit of chance, hair
after my grandmother, the nose
glued together from a few dead noses.
What do I have in common with all that?
What do I have in common with you, who like
my knee, what is my knee to me?
Surely
I would have chosen a different model.
I will leave both of you here,
my knee and you.
Don’t make a wry face, I will leave you all my body
to play with.
And I will go.
There is no place for me here,
in this blind darkness waiting for
corruption.
I will run out, I will race
away from myself.
I will look for myself
running
like crazy
till my last breath.
One must hurry
before death comes. For by then
like a dog jerked by its chain
I will have to return
into this stridently suffering body.
To go through the last
most strident ceremony of the body.
Defeated by the body,
slowly annihilated because of the body
I will become kidney failure
or the gangrene of the large intestine.
And I will expire in shame.
And the universe will expire with me,
reduced as it is
to a kidney failure
and the gangrene of the large intestine.
poem by Anna Swirszczynska
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BT Brinjal
BT brinjal
Entered kitchen
With toxin
Producing gene.
Hip Hip Hurrah
We are pleased
and we pledged
Our lungs and kidney.
No noise
Soaring high
Ornithopters
Can fly to collect
Information from
Enemy territory.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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