#appointments - Hello Poetry

*Spirited soul's bluest hood covers your greeting smile; We recognize our aspiring wishes to gaze near the source core, the centers of playful galaxies arisen in one swift loving gesture You said you're hitchhiking toward my theater of dreams I affirmed, smiling, as I stumbled a bit; wanting to sit by your side You, willing to recognize our sweet holly humourous deeds Even when the presence is murky you shine green jades and gems Flamboyant friend from along Unexpected academic creatio Having a premonitive chance that next time we will coalesce More than we ever expected. . .*

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

Not My Brothers Friend

*Spirited soul's bluest hood covers your greeting smile; We recognize our aspiring wishes to gaze near the source core, the centers of playful galaxies arisen in one swift loving gesture You said you're hitchhiking toward my theater of dreams I affirmed, smiling, as I stumbled a bit; wanting to sit by your side You, willing to recognize our sweet holly humourous deeds Even when the presence is murky you shine green jades and gems Flamboyant friend from along Unexpected academic creatio Having a premonitive chance that next time we will coalesce More than we ever expected. . .*

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Tell Dr Blood it's Mrs Bloomsbury; He always sees me right away; He's such a wonderful doctor - so much Better than that Doctor Day. What the devil are you incinerating, I consider your tone a right cheek, I've not bothered you for ages; I've Not phoned for at least … a week. But this is an emergency; Yes of course it's serious, I'm sweating, shivering, sneezing And feel quite delirious. I'm running a terrible temperature, I'm covered all over in spots, My body aches from head to toe, My muscles all tied up in knots. My heart's got the palpitations, Though I've still got a pulse - it's quite weak; My poor throat's ever so red and sore, It's increasingly hard ... to ... speak, My eyes are all glazed and weepy, My ears are infected and blocked, I think there's a chill in my kidneys And my joints have all stiffened and locked. My stools - are alarmingly liquid, My water's grey, misty and strong, I'm suffering pins and needles, in fact ... I don't think I've got very long. He can see me on Thursday morning, An appointment for half-past-ten, But that’s no good at all to me ... I'll be better again - by then!

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC

clive-blake

But This Is An Emergency

Tell Dr Blood it's Mrs Bloomsbury; He always sees me right away; He's such a wonderful doctor - so much Better than that Doctor Day. What the devil are you incinerating, I consider your tone a right cheek, I've not bothered you for ages; I've Not phoned for at least … a week. But this is an emergency; Yes of course it's serious, I'm sweating, shivering, sneezing And feel quite delirious. I'm running a terrible temperature, I'm covered all over in spots, My body aches from head to toe, My muscles all tied up in knots. My heart's got the palpitations, Though I've still got a pulse - it's quite weak; My poor throat's ever so red and sore, It's increasingly hard ... to ... speak, My eyes are all glazed and weepy, My ears are infected and blocked, I think there's a chill in my kidneys And my joints have all stiffened and locked. My stools - are alarmingly liquid, My water's grey, misty and strong, I'm suffering pins and needles, in fact ... I don't think I've got very long. He can see me on Thursday morning, An appointment for half-past-ten, But that’s no good at all to me ... I'll be better again - by then!

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Half asleep, barely able to feel the coffee cup in my hands, I wander morning searching for a destination my calendar has not yet mapped.

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Aug 24, 2025

Aug 24, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC

SusieClevenger

Coordinates of a Calendar

Half asleep, barely able to feel the coffee cup in my hands, I wander morning searching for a destination my calendar has not yet mapped.

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