Last Commented Health Poems (230)

The pain is now subsiding,
As wine has done its thing.
A gentle fog has settled in,
This sweet relief to bring.

A delicate balance is sought,
Too much brings morning woes.
Not enough means no sleep at all,
Restraint I must impose.

The grape has brought relief again,
My steady, trusted friend.
A temporary, brief solution,
Until my joints can mend.

I'm working on more permanence,
A cure rather than just,
Relief of symptoms, dirty quick.
I feel this is a must.

But until full revovery,
Surcease is what is best.
To get me through another night,
So I can get some rest.

In the arms of despair
Don’t worry shell take good care of me there
Water is running hot and coming in fast
This numbness inside of me will soon pass

Im cradled in her arms on floor
my body spewing her palette of colorless hues
The pied piper is approaching its time to pay my dues
Can you here him calling as he sings a song of forgotten sorrows
She promises me this is my deliverance for there will be no tomorrow

I pray Ill see the light from heavens gates Im sure it will not come
Ive left so much destruction in my path too much to overcome
You had a life envisioned a plan to execute to perfection
Weight that I burden myself with has lead me in a different direction




Im still alive I feel so dazed and lost does she no longer care
I search my mind I search my body for the arms of despair
Has she given up on me as everyone else has already done
Does she not know how much I adore her ,
shes defeated me she has already won

It is not I who needs safe jacket from drowning
Stop kicking that door in
I will find my way back here again and again
I know you are confused, scared and unprepared
Don’t worry Im in the arms of despairs
she always takes good care of me there.

let's take off all our clothes
i can't deny that it might be taxing
to find ourselves in a new repose
an internal audit could be relaxing

to create an eternal charitable trust
i have on my person a beneficent donation
we'll fill each others forms with lust
on which to build a charitable foundation

give generations to come something inheritable
i've always wanted to be your altruist
we can show care and passion so charitable
to give of ourselves and in turn be kissed

my desire for you is to be philanthropic
it may not be heavenly but it sure is living
some pillow talk is always a hot topic
loving desire whispers our charitable giving

© agoodguy2have 2010-10-07

The pops and creaks and grunts and groans,
Are caused by my condition.
Arthritis, not old age, you see,
Puts me in this position.

Still young of heart and mind I am.
With wild imagination.
Just aching joints spread here and there,
That cause me irritation.

I try hard not to let it show,
This awful aching pain.
But if perhaps you catch a wince,
Arthritis once again.

I do some carpentry at times,
Some painting and some plumbing.
Each take their toll, my body pays,
Just wishing for some numbing.

But work I must, so off I go,
Into the breech once more.
Just take it slow and carefully,
As I go out the door.

There's some folks seem to understand,
And some who never can.
They think my pain a weakness so,
Think me a lesser man.

I hope one day they find a cure,
To end this woeful mess.
But until then, I'm what you see,
In pain and under stress.

Don't get me wrong, I can't complain,
There's others facing more.
I wish them well, a healing wish,
Their wholeness to restore.

I was in pain, so off I went,
To the clinic, myself I sent.
Trying to find my comfort zone,
I got a little prednisone.

I figured maybe in a week,
I'd find relief that I did seek.
Ah but, oh! to my delight,
A sweet surcease came overnight.

The miracles of medicine,
Made me myself now, once again.
And so to work now, I can go,
To try to earn myself some dough.

And if my labors cause me pain,
It's off to doctor's once again,
Because to suffer's not my style,
Not even by a country mile...

Kinda thin and kinda scrawny,
As I'm approaching sixty-one.
But I used to be so brawny,
When I was taut and firm and young.

I'm not hoping for perfection,
And I know that I'm not a kid.
A step in the right direction,
Just to slow up the downhill skid.

So each day I'm exercising,
And I'm eating more healthily.
And it's really not surprising,
The changes I'm seeing in me.

I'm now feeling so much stronger,
And I'm sleeping all through the night.
My workouts are getting longer,
And my spirits have taken flight.

I know I can't be young again,
But I still can have my health,
More quality of life and then,
Know that is the only real wealth.

in the morning rush
of a daily routine
how neat it is to find
a short few moments
to sit and be still
and simply just unwind
with a music tape
playing softly
maybe in the garden
maybe in a chair
maybe rest your eyes
lighten up your cares
its not easy but
grasp a moment
and simply sigh
PHEW
uncoiling now
from stress and strain
tension and headaches
pouring rain
so take a pew
and when you do
just take a moment
to say
PHEW

What an interesting fight on the weekend
James Toney versus Couture
Who would of thought that it would happen?
Naturally you would think the boxer has more power
However the skill and use of martial arts
belongs to the MMA person
As it was shown on tv the boxer went down rather quickly
couture went to the mat
he took the boxer down
and started punching him at random
Interesting strategy
the Boxer bragged about his victories
However the boxer was not ready for this match
After three minutes into the first round
Couture had applied the choke hold on Toney
the match was over

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Friends have always been a inspiration to me
I am so very lucky to have friends beautiful like you all
People should never ignore things they should stand for
Fighting corruption for a better future for us all
At last i have got through but sadly it's cost me and my friends life,
I am quite poorly now it's time for me to go
My work is almost done now the days of sadness gone for good
It’s time for Daniel to have his angel and lots of fun
Bless you and everyone always with love and peace
Daniel angel from Cape Cornwall

The red line deep trailing down the right side in a deep rut.
So deep it touches the soul.
Pain just to move or to talk.
Fear of what others may see when looking.
No covering it must remain visible for all to see.
Questions into my personal space.
Trying to make my dignity erase.
Strength of knowing what will be.
Makes each step easy.
No doubt no hope all in their place.
For this is something time will erase.