"cardiologist" poems
At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.
At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.
At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.
At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.
At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.
At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.
At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
************ and the
police laughed at my report.
At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.
At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.
At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.
At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
I'm immobile
As my dentist blathers
On events and people
That don't matter.
I'd rather he just
Get IT done,
Leave rants and jokes
And silly puns
For one not in
His dental dungeon.
Today was his crowning glory,
When he'd finished needling me,
Before he filled my cavity,
He suggested
I see a cardiologist
To fill the hole
Found in my chest.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Devised by Cosmic Boss
Sourced by parents
Aided by obstetrician
Nursed by pediatrician
Nurtured by nutritionist
Counseled by sexologist
Treated by orthopedist
Stressed by physiotherapist
Directed by dietician
Nudged by nephrologist
Nerved by neurologist
Contained by cardiologist
Consoled by psychologist
Interspersed by dentist,
Sighted by ophthalmist
Conditioned by physiology
Terminated by mortuary
The inexorable Lifeline Express
Of hospitalized hospitality
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
I first noticed my abnormal heartbeat
in Duluth, Minnesota.
Standing across the canal from you
separated by water
and the waves waves waves.
I still swear to this day
that it was your breath I heard
mingling with the hush of water.
The next time I notice my heart
we’re at the hospital.
You tell me to uncross my ankles
and hold out my wrist
your thumb brushing over the more delicate part of its skin
and your stethoscope cold on my throat.
It’s only a
one-two-three
four
before you’re pulling away
my pulse going with you.
I don’t care if I have to live with arrhythmia
live with the pills and the appointments
and the lack of a steady thump thump thump
in my chest.
Just the ghost of the feel
of your thumb on my pulse point
on my wrist
on my neck
curving behind my ear
and my hand on your heart
with your thump thump thump,
will keep my blood flowing.
I’m a girl with a broken heart
and I’m in love with a cardiologist.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
the cardiologist, in passing, remarks, or perhaps,
“re-marks” my ECG test, casually revealing
that every fifteen or twenty or so of my regularly scheduled
hearts beats, an extra one sneaks it, which appears
unlike all the rest of those normative little hillocks
pointing skyward, ^ ^ ^ V ^ ^ ^ ^
yep that one,
sneaky ****** slips in, pointing downwards
like a class clown always disrupting classroom’s good order…
Doc reassures it don’t mean a thing
if you got that extra swing,
and our friendly informing internet reassures:
“The idea of your heartbeat going rogue may sound alarming.
But in most cases, an ectopic beat is a harmless condition.
It's also a common one”
but yet I am intrinsically intrigued,
oh yeah, that’s an intentional funny double entendre,
but methinks that explains
so much of my irregular, irreverent poetry scribbling,
particularly because this bratty beat be best addressed directly as:
“You Little Rogue!”
a highly scientific term,
taught in medical schools by non-poets,
but needy for definitions that the layman
can love and keep in their
heart shaped hands…
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 8:17 AM UTC
She dropped my heart
But, I'm still falling in love
(Of course, not with her because when she had it; it splattered)
Someone else gathered it
Scooped it
Knitted it
Tethered it
Right aside her own
Right where she felt it belonged
...On the left
Beating the same chest
Assisting the same breath
I breathe to keep her pleased
Because I didn't ask please
Yet, she dropped to her knees and raked up a potential disease
Rolled up my cuffs
Stuck it up my sleeves
Allowing me to huff and puff
Before I was crying and sighing
Fast talking and lying
Creeping in silence
Hurting, but disguising
I just wasn't able to see women as woman
Because I thought the world of girls
Only involved with the ones that's immature
Today I can adore
Ladies thats like
Unlike ******
Her caress is the cure
No patches
Nor scratches
Scar tissue
Pain or leaks
I'm worry free
Picture a surgeon, without the fee
A doctor who make their job personal
A dietitian that's proactive
She don't just attack the symptoms
A cardiologist who doesn't just study
She believe the functions of the heart is lovely
So she used the defibrillator
And it shocked me I didn't think I can feel so deep
So intense
So immense
Blissful
The same pulse is in my temples
Thriving through my brain
...I felt it first
Then I made up my mind
She the one who controls the ups and downs
... Of my life line
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC
The cardiologist said it was a heart attack.
So for the past three weeks since this episode, I have gone into the outer limits of my existence.
Often pondering my mortality. I find myself lost in thought at the most inconvenient times.
What would not-being-alive be like?
My heart would quit beating. No blood flowing to my body.
One by one organs and tissue would die. My brain would stop receiving signals
from my eyes, my ears, my touch.
With no brain activity, would I still have thought?
If so, what would I think about if I was no longer receiving information from my senses?
But one day - all this will happen, sooner or later.
I am choosing the later regardless.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
My dentist
Strongly recommended
A cardiologist
To fill
My cavity.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Her veins have deteriorated
Narrowed and not ameliorated
With every pungent pulsating pump
Her quality of life she does expunge
To a beating that is crepuscular
And will gain no life from any stabilizer
It is bleeding desultory diaphanous crimson
Demoted by her own visceral volition
Until one day it ceases
As the walls to her capillaries deceases
Until a cardiologist by a different name
Imposes on her grotesque game
To replace these decrepit pathways
That does mellifluous passion decay
Until these capillaries are replaced
Through the bypass of an ethereal nature embraced
To heal such a slaughtered souls defeats
Until a her hearts ephemeral beats
Coalesce with the tranquil thundering
Of her shamans pulse
that dominates over her demons plundering.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
i want to be a cardiologist
maybe then i'll understand
why my heart skips
when you graze my skin
and why it splinters
when i hear his name
i want to be an ophthalmologist
maybe then i'll understand
the novel in your eyes
that your lips cannot express
and the daggers in his stare
that burned me as i passed
i want to be pulmonologist
maybe then i'll understand
the way i lose my breath
when you sigh my name into my lips
and the way my lungs shuddered
when his red-rimmed eyes pierced my will
maybe if i learn medicine
ill be able to explain
why i feel the way i do
for you
or ill find a cure for
heartbreak
so i will finally be free
of him
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
I see the cardiologist today
My heart has been off
Instead of the normal
Thump Thump
It's been
Thththththump
I thought it was from
This new exciting us
But I feel sorrowful
maybe I missed a few pills
The ones that keep the smile on my face
But my heart
It's going erratic
It's doing it when I'm not with you
Becomes worse when I'm around you
you are bad for my health
Thththththump
There it goes again
My heart is broke
Even with you staying
I see the cardiologist today...
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
A bee and a cardiologist
I have patched it up with my cardiologist
I sent her one of my books and when I saw her apologised
For my behaviour, and with my new eye
I could see her clearly, but didn't say so,
I like to burrow my head in her wonderful hair.
Sleep with her in a bed of feather till my heart is cured
Told my wife I was in love with my doctor,
She called me an idiot and said fetch the car while she
Waited In the foyer as it was raining.
I wonder why I'm so angry at time it is like having a bee
Inside my head sting me to be unpleasant and shout
At people, no point seeing a psychologist when
An apiculturist might be cheaper to help me getting rid of
The bee; if so, no more honey on my tongue
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
Its funny that the first four letters of HEART, spells hear.
Because I don't think you heard mine break.
It broke into shards that were hard to piece back together.
No glue or time or cardiologist, could mend or make it whole again.
A delicate ***** that pumps life through our veins, synonymous
with love and strength, as delicate as
an orchid.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Love will not save you
It won't save anyone,
Ask any cardiologist.
It is a bitter thing, love
And every feeling that traps you
In ecstasy tying you to another soul.
Never more blissful than the effort it takes
To handle,
The gut screams, the heart fails.
The spirit laughs.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
If this is what you came to do
hurry,
The sooner you break a heart the sooner it heals
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
"Well what would you like to know?" I ask with a deep breath.
"Would you be interested in hearing about how beautiful his eyes are as he stares up at the night sky not knowing that no constellation could match together to become quite as beautiful as the colours in his eyes?
Would you like to hear about how the depth of his voice creates a storm in my heart which causes my body to tremble and leaves my ears satisfied and longing for more?
Would you be interested in knowing how beautifully every word rolls off of his tongue as I stare at the way he talks slowly driving myself insane as the gap between our lips is never filled?
Would you like to hear how my heart becomes a blizzard of incoherent beats that no cardiologist could even begin to comprehend when I am around him?
Tell me, what is the answer you are after? As when I speak of him my lips will not seal and my mind will not ever still as the thought of him is never the cure of my heart ache, rather than the cause."
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
Once upon a time I fell in love , loved so hard I had butterflies in my stomach, felt so real but it was all a fantasy. Blinding my eyes , ripping out my heart sending it to a cardiologist, couldn’t help the chest pains ,Fear was all I had in mind , the thought of you living without someone .. your going crazy ! Your going crazy ! Never knew it will get this far, sleepless nights waiting for the sun to rise my mind running miles, I asked my self what did I do wrong ?.. I gave you my all ,
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
The most groundbreaking moments in my life have mostly been the minute connections I have made with other mortals, the ones that made me feel small while making my heart feel like it was growing inside of my tiny chest, like my organs were running around, making way, like my rib cage disconnected, tried to move, and eventually would break, like my veins were stems of flowers, and I could see the petals growing in the pinks of cheeks and across my pale chest, I felt the stitches, long gone now, from my twenty year old scar would rip my torso open right down the center and expose the heart inside, honest.
But my heart doesn't swell the way it used to, and my rib cage fells like its sinking in on itself, like the my organs are running and squeezing themselves into dark corners to avoid being attacked by the shards of ivory.
When I look into the eyes of a girl I know I'd have been enamored by, if I had met her at an earlier time, I only see the glare in her glasses. I sigh at her misfortunes but check the clock, noticing how slowly time passes
when you're unable to understand someone
looking at their palms, the way their fingers move,
wondering why my mind is feeling so numb...
My heart feels like an empty rim, missing the face of the drum.
I have not been to the cardiologist in six years,
I'm afraid he will tell me the stickers on my skin told him my secret,
when I smile they see my skeleton,
when I sing they see my gums,
that's why I listen with my mouth closed and protect the illusion with a hum.
I have not flossed for a long time either, afraid they will find the plaque in the trash, pull it out and reveal inside this furnace is only ash.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
Surrender.
Lose. Give in.
chance it all.
throw caution
against the wall,
watch its greasy
sliding downwards,
at first resisting gravity,
and then submitting to
the power, the Overwhelming
hopefulness
of love
yes, winning is a dangerous feeling.
*Sometimes you gotta go all-in,
slide those chips, slow across
the green felt poker table.*
Prefer thoughtful consideration,
a preponderance of favorable yeses,
longer than the maybes and the last list
of occasional, dangerously
self defeating mmmms,
and the exciting unknowns
needy of unlocking
places you’ve never been,
lairs of dark uncovered by
fresh first time daylight
when the smile criss crossing
the body entire, a chilled fire,
when sensibility strives to
overcome the senses,
it is a checkered flag of yellow
cards to floor fallen,
let them be
slow breathing, check your
heart rate, blood pressure,
do not give the results to
a sympathetic cardiologist,
if results are higher than
normal
because you are,
good.
you know the rest,
all in, all in,
surrender to
beat of I am
am in,
all in
and sprite~write an only true love poem
send to but one,
yourself,
signed
yours truly*
P. S. And never forget,
that you learn best,
you learn the most
from all your failures.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
I could never see a book as a literary critic sees
I can never watch a film with the look of a movie buff
I can never hear the beating of a heart with the ear of a cardiologist
Many can.
Many lose so much for so little,
And like many others,
Never get carried away by hedonism.
And that's why there's so coldness in the ordinary men,
That's why so many become cranky, frustrated or
Suicides.
And that distance that the "never" gives me
It's what keep me away from boredom
And from the smallness, that both
Bothers me.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
To my cardiologist colleagues
These days I don’t waste time
Doing nonsense trials
Have any person without a soul,
Suffered heart attack?
If ever had,
Let me see their,
ECG.
I want to know,
How it looks like
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
I have been to my heart doctor
she noticed I had been smoking and banged a delicate
fist on the table and her stethoscope danced over her
firm breasts, she was furious,
did not listen to my lame excuses that a cigarette
was given to me the day before and polite as I'm
couldn't say no. She was not mollified.
What do I know perhaps she is worried by her son?
who doesn't want to be a doctor.?
The tests I had shown no avers affect, she calmed
down and I gave her a copy of my latest book:
“alternative poetry and political opinions.”
I promised to not smoke again and gave her my latest book.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC