"pacemaker" poems
Sunflower,
Don't Die From My Soul,
Sunlight Still Lurks In My Veins,
Imagination Quenches Your Thirst,
Though Your Roots Are Exposed,
I Kiss Every Petal,
To Keep You Alive
*Rose,
Don't Die,
You Are The Passion In My Garden Of Me,
Don't Let The Frost Over Take You,
Snowflakes Dance Around You,
Enjoy The Cold*
Sunflower,
Oh Sunflower,
It's Always Summer In My Garden,
Let The Showers Of Enlightenment,
Keep Your Petals Smooth And Age Free
*Rose,
Oh Rose,
Rose With Green Eyes,
Stay Strong,
Don't Let The Weeds Overtake You,
You Are Beautiful,
You Are The Pacemaker,
To Anyone Without A Heart,
If You Fail To Survive,
So Will I*
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
Yeah guys, just back from the doctor’s
Turns out he’s worked at Apple
and Samsung and such –
he’s really into technology and all that,
you know
the latest stuff, really
“The heart,” he pronounced,
“is really a technology”
anyway, he’s given me
a pacemaker for me heart
and the doc, he said also
it’s state-of-the-art technology
so I can also download apps for my liver,
kidneys and my bowels
if needs be
yeah, I really feel good
inside out and all the way down
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
Framed so poetically, there it stays
Never steps out of its flimsy boundary line but
it takes in everything with him
Inside a a static sea frame, there
roam all the wild guesses you
took:
all blue
all trapped, as erratic and diminishing as it was named.
Was you were to throw that time when
you tried to take to the sea
all into it?
There is no need to make me open my eyes to see something as obvious as this for a even a blind man can see it so crystal clear
in his pitch black vision
I'm closing my eyes and hope it stops
but
***I remember waking up
somewhere in midnight term
drowning in salty seas
and making bitter coffee to
recede the former taste.
I found your diary on the sea
shore with all of the demerara
sugar sand
disconnecting wires in my mind
with overflowing water in the
bathtub
and getting electrocuted.
Alarms when off buzzing with
tick tocks
I found myself with
a pacemaker also
your dying digital clock you had
since forever, displaying
blurs of phobia***
Am I wrong to be trying
to breath underwater
Would it be right to despise
the blue sea that should soothes us
that turned grey for all our
fears we threw in without hesitate
I put all of my fears into this sea,
as a glitched version of your
deceiving eye hue,
demerara sugar on the edge of
your lips lingering in my coffee
chronomentrophobia oh thalassophobia,
yet I was to choose between icy cold ocean air and
falling into clocks' icicle-like hands.
This
is much of an error as it is
a tsunami washing us with a tide of heartache like
over sugared coffee with still bitter taste that melted into
my inner cheeks when I had ulcers
and
you wearing wristwatch while holding my hands.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
*I once had my mental faculties in check
And my heart’s pacemaker functioning relatively normally
Didn’t know you’d be a pain in the neck
Causing my heart to oscillate solemnly
From acute insanity to imagined bliss
Gravity’s power rendered dysfunctional
And I plunged heedlessly into love’s abyss
Evidently an amateur radical
My ego prostrated
My emotions infatuated*
Am indeed yet another statistic
Of cupid’s uncanny antics.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
Love Sonnet
This afternoon at the local grocer I had bought a bottle of beer
and a tin of tuna fish and I meet the daughter of the woman
I had been in love with, I had never seen her before and said
halloo like she knew me and she was as lovely as her mother
was. Her mother came and I said something flattering, they both
smiled knowingly, you can't fool a woman about love. I'm sure
her mother had told her daughter of my trips to the post office
where she worked t the time. And they have been laughing, not of
derision, but by my inability to express my love openly.
I'm telling this because when I came from hospital in December
after collapsing and had been given a pacemaker and the onset of
the shingles I was in despair both physically and mentally and
I said if I had died I would have no knowledge about this tristesse
My wife cried and I promised not to speak thus again and I would
not met the daughter of the woman I loved
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Girls have beautiful legs and men have beautiful hearts,
both I love to squeeze, both I love to open
hide my gold locket inside like a ticking bomb:
I use the chain to lasso arteries and muscles for me to chew on
but the necklace unbolts for a souvenir collected inside.
It could be the curly hair of his shin, one wisp from her neck
I previously tugged on with my teeth. I performed
open-heart surgery on a man and open-leg surgery on a woman
both called me back to say a second goodbye
and I wonder, I wonder which farewell will be the final.
When will the mementos be massacred
glued to a comatose form, deceased into an emotionless resin?
I could amputate their limbs and turn off the pacemaker.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
The clown doctor gave lolly-pops to children.
The circus sergeant tames white tigers with red steaks.
The small professors pacemaker shout little words.
The unchanged man sit medicated empty of stock.
The heros drown in gun-power river radiation.
The operation of the new world, looks so divided.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
This city breathes the blues
buried just under the skin
in the memory of cleaners
and slaughter
Here the gospel travels
from mouth to heart
and it offers comfort
as by-catch of the bottle
The center as a pacemaker
in an old and worn out body
is waiting for the final lines
from a song by Muddy Waters
"You ain't gonna trouble
poor me, anymore "
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
It takes 3 minutes for you to lose consciousness by lack of oxygen
This is suffocating
Your brain begins to fire neurons off into the maze of your body
telling it secrets that will forever be held on its tongue
Brain death occurs after 6 minutes
This is the cessation of all brain function
This is death by the deprivation of the air you need to go on
However
In any other circumstance where the heart is not deprived of oxygen
it will keep beating for a period of time.
this was me when you left
I went brain dead
My heart continues to beat of its' own accord
the pacemaker is set to pump my blood
but my lungs crept up and out of my throat
this was my suffocation
not by hanging, not by smothering
It takes 5 minutes for brain cells to start dying at a slow dance of a pace
This is asphyxiation
Consciousness will be lost within 2 minutes
like falling into a deep sleep, peaceful and then all at once
Asphyxiation is the build up of a substance such as carbon dioxide in the body that interferes with the oxygenation of your organs
This death is timely
The car running in the garage or the bag slipped over a head
This death takes 20 minutes
our love was a metaphor of this,
a slow dance into despair
the outcome was the same either way
but it seemed like you picked the method with the flip of a coin
it was lengthy,
it was beautiful,
but it was also devastating.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
You cannot just give up religion for lent,
and expect no consequences.
I am in every moment you discard.
You run on insistent consistency,
analytical calculations,
scraps of math equations
pieced together to
form your
functioning
But, you cannot rationalize away my
emotions.
My heart and my affection.
You cannot compartmentalize me,
shave off my soft curved edges
with a butter knife to fit the
labeled angular box you have created for yourself.
I still count even if you’re
making things even.
But I understand,
sometimes my hugs last 3
seconds too long.
--
Luke,
There is no picture
on a box to tell you what you’re
supposed to look like
when all this is over.
You might have built yourself,
but I was born.
I am more than a body.
I am your past,
your perspective
your platelets
your pacemaker
I will never truly
leave.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
*You have saved my life
'Cos amid countless heartbreaks
You're my pacemaker...*
© Raphael Uzor
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
—For Tom Surdam
Town's quiet—
aside from the timid
waltz of a porch-swing
wind chime and the backyard cricket
kingdoms. I passed the funeral
apartments, the static cat,
and the bar stool where my uncle
wore his soul sore on steel strings
in a wooden shot glass.
He was a good man, a cigarette
saint with a pacemaker scab. A tavern
sweetheart with a memory made
of drink chips and Marlboro foil.
I saw an asphalt toad on the bridge
bathing in the ghost glint of the only
stop light in town beside another
that was smeared like house paint
just inches from the storm drain,
from home.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
When you falter,
I
f
a
l
t
e
r.
Guess what happens when you stop.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
Lover,
You are not the heartbeat.
I am the heartbeat.
I have to, don't you see?
I'd like for you to be just
Glorious!
Bursting through my blood.
But you at best,
a pacemaker.
You shock me now and then again.
This is how I know you to be a lover
and sadly not,
my love.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
I don't miss you, but I don't sleep with the covers tucked in anymore. I started changing the sheets more often and I'm doing okay, but I'll never flip my pillow the way you did.
I don't miss you, but I leave crumpled wet towels on the floor now. I bought a new one specifically for my hair when it has just been dyed, it's plain black. I hope your blue towel is stained pink forever.
I don't miss you, but I haven't watched the sunset for the last two weeks. I've started watching the sunrise instead. I'm tired of endings. I'm still doing okay.
I don't miss you, but every time I write about you my heart races and everything turns into darkness. My doctor would probably suggest a pacemaker. I suggest another drink.
I don't miss you, but I had to block your number to stop myself crawling back. I still remember it better than my own.
I don't miss you, but maybe I'm lying to myself.
I don't miss you, but I hope you miss me.
I don't miss you, but maybe I should.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
She came in my life after millions of
Prays to god
Her unique face is not lesser than a pacemaker for a heart patient
She enlights me in my every hard hour
Such sisters ❤️♥️💗💚
Are true well wisher provided by God
I thank you God very much for this most precious gift
I will always be great full towards you ❤️💙❤️❤️💙💕❣️
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
You know if you tried to describe life
The last few hours
You wouldn't possible be able to describe went on
Well I went to the driving range
Then went for a walk at my old college
Then drove home
So much happened in that period
I hit it well
7 irons, wedges, hybrids, drivers
Behind, down and out to the target
Making that just short of 3/4 swing now
For accuracy
One must be accurate in golf
Sultans of swing was playing in the background
A guy hit on a different part of the range hit a ball
And it hit this metal bin
And the ball rolled right up to where I was hitting
Sweet an extra ball for me to hit now (lol)
I saw the older gentleman at the range
Who always works there
I hope he is well
He goes through the motions
Watering the plants
Puts the ***** into the machine
I see him hanging out with some of his friends there sometimes
So then I went into the car and turned on the radio
I arrived at my old campus just a 2 minute drive directly to the south
I had a great time walking around campus
I had my back brace
My knee braces
Yes, one should brace oneself
I turned on Kashmir
By Led Zeppelin
As I walked through the parking lot
And its strange you know
I felt like I was walking on air
It really is a world of wonderful happenings
And its me
Its me that has to bring the joy
The love to all sentient beings
I must bring the love
I thought about that
I made my way to the library
Where I read an article
In Scientific American
About a pacemaker that contains a gear
That is used in a wristwatch
That is powered by the heartbeat
I saw a pretty woman
And thought it must be nice to have a friend to talk to
Bleh
She would just be bothered if I went up to her
I walked around campus
This one girl was shocked to see a raccoon
I saw three of them once
All feeding from a trash bag
I took pictures
Then I walked to my car
And drove off listening to U2
From one time
To the next
The emptiness remains
Dream world
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
you washed the salt out of my eyes
you stomped your feet, refused goodbyes
you burned my books when I tried to write
and set up traps to catch me in the night
I followed your steps up to the cliff
and tried to recall how it felt to live
before this cage of you that I elated
when this infinity could not be sated
So many steps seen from where I stood
so much bad diminished so much good
and those lies were always easier to tell
before that mention of where he fell
A push that was but kinetic emotion
who cried the tears, formed the ocean?
Your own were dried long before this last
and your steps have penned me in the past.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
IF you haven't my read, my poetic voice,for quite some time,its only because, on January 3rd, on a Germaintown street, I blacked out,fell down ,and on the sidewalk hurt,my head,somebody passing by,called 911, when being put, into the ambulance on the way,to Chesthill Hospital,I was awake, long enough, to tell the ambulance driver my medical history, and who to call, each loved one,close to me,I put in room,570A, propped up, in a bed,with bars on either side, that went up or down, and as the Iv, dripped into,my right vein,while lying on,my back,I thank the Lord, that I was still, alive, and here,above, the ground,the cardiogist, thought, that I would need,a pacemaker,but on the treadmill, as I walked for seven full,minutes, even he,was amazed, and I'm grateful ,that I came home,on JANUARY 6th,and now am writing, and sharing this very,poem, because I could,have been down, deep, on the other side,of life, in a newly dug fresh grave.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Every poet has a beginning
Every river begins somewhere,
Like every story, or poem,
I ever wrote, behind the door of fearfulness
I had to let go the uneasiness of entrapment that
******* my wellbeing.
The world is so crazy right now,
Even with all what mother nature dash out
As humans' beings we, still hang on strong,
Every poet or poetess has a beginning
Every river begins somewhere,
“ I just love when she belts out
“You know my Name!
That songstress can sing,
She was one of the poets whom
Was able to get from behind the door of darkness
And sang her heart out to the world.
She has a relationship with her music
I have a feud with my poems,
I see the world in a different light every day
**“I know people can be judgmental and difficult. But if you shut yourself away from the world, you'll never see how beautiful it really is.”
― Imania Margrie, The Pacemaker **
Take some time away from your job
And stay behind close door
Do you notice how you feel?
Away from that environment
For me its peace, the freedom
And control of oneself
Every poet has a beginning
Every river begins somewhere,
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
These long winter roads I roam.
Back and fourth searching for warmth
Sunset, orange, passion fruit, sugar.
The sky lights up baby blue and mango
As brightness hides.
The cold pinches my cheeks and soaks through my skinny jeans.
As the frozen air bites my lungs, cigarette smoke has never tasted sweeter.
The grass CRUNCHes as I walk, frozen, semi-permafrost tundra.
Frozen pumpkins on every porch,
Cobwebs and skeletons still hanging from gutters.
As I fumble for my keys with frostbitten hands, hard candy has never tasted sweeter.
It's black.
The frost on the ground reflects my headlights.
I'm carried by the flying creatures in my abdomen as I step out of my car.
Weightlessly and anxiously I walk on the styrofoam grass.
Concrete more solid and gray than any other day,
I'm standing on your porch.
My tight, constricted, dry winter skin almost splits my knuckles as I knock and I laugh because I hear you coming to answer and I know I should have used the doorbell.
I'm greeted with thunderously chilled eyes and a fox smile.
My pacemaker gives out and time seems to freeze.
Time returns again when I feel your arms around my neck,
Pulling my corpse inside, warm air has never tasted sweeter.
You sit me down, bring me a hot drink.
I sip and burn myself.
I laugh again, a booming laugh. I almost fall off the couch, why am I so happy.
I'm able to right myself back up, I didn't spill anything fortunately.
I look at you and my pacemaker gives out again.
I need to get this thing checked.
You come over to me, sit on my lap,
Whisper a sweet nothing in my ear, and as my hairs begin to stand from the crispness in your voice, you kiss me.
In this life, lips have never tasted sweeter.
**You
Taste
Sweeter.**
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
My final line
The sky is black, the curtains have been closed.
I have lost all the love in the world; so empty; so alone.
The lights are turned out, the heating is off.
It was once so bright and warm here,
But now all that was and all my dreams are lost.
I am without a hope; nothing to see.
Everything gone; broken pieces.
The clock has stopped,
My world no longer spins;
Time is at an end and there will be no more beginning.
I pray for reincarnation, but I am without faith.
The only emotions I had, like my hair, they are all fading to grey.
The roots have cracked,
The branches have snapped,
The leaves have fallen,
The trunk is under attack,
From the cells inside;
No light shines from my eyes.
I can no longer smile, this is my final mile.
At the end of a short race,
I could never keep up with the pace.
My pacemaker heart needs another kick-start.
Hook me up with love;
Do you have her number?
Tell her I am going soon and this is no rumour.
But if she wants to be loved for a moment in time,
Then she should let me know if she wants to be loved,
Before I read my final line…
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
The plump nurse
called my name
and I followed her
to the Xray room.
Take off your jacket
she said .
I took off my jacket
and placed it over
a plastic chair.
Have you a pacemaker
or medallion
around your neck.
I said I had neither.
Can you take off
your shirt please
she said.
I removed the shirt.
Lay on the couch
on your back she said.
I eased myself
onto the couch
and lay on my back.
Lie still please
she said.
I lay still.
She walked into
a screened off area
and did whatever she did
and a light came and went.
She was behind
the screened off area.
I was there alone
just the Xray and me.
Ok you can go
sit outside while
I check the film.
I dressed
and sat outside.
The waiting room
was packed and hot.
After a few minutes
she said
you can go
all is fine.
I got up and walked out
having been x rayed
by a plump nurse
On a hot day
in late May.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC