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Tiredness

Consumed in a mist of fatigue
Like a blanket
A fog; a miasma
That engulfs
Overwhelms
Almost suffocates
With weighty heaviness
Lethargy and stupor
Until finally sleep arrives
And slumber takes control
To renovate
Revive; invigorate
In readiness for another day

English: Bogue Sound fog and sunset.

English: Bogue Sound fog and sunset. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hayfever

The pollen’s a rising
Noses starting to run
Throats scratching; eyes itching
Oh summer’s not fun
When hayfever’s happening
Such great misery
Give me warmth, give me sunshine
Not grass allergy!

English: View through rape field towards Westb...

English: View through rape field towards Westbury cement works Two potential causes of respiratory problems in one image: the pollen from oil seed rape causes extreme hayfever in some, whilst in the past there have also been concerns over the potential effect of the cement works ST8852 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Beat

Hey! Get down to the beat
When walking down the street
The beat that strikes out rhythm blues
As heart beat that hits headline news
With constancy repeat

And rock a rate that’s true
But know right what suits you
The boom boom boom along your way
Through arteries and veins each day
That circulate O2

So know your pulse for sure
The knocking at heart’s door
The dub dub dub that you can hear
Or feel pulsating oh so clear
For heart health and much more

Heart beat

Heart beat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

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Life’s Sleep Clock

When they are small there are no hours
Of sleep so guaranteed
As crying baby calls right out
To cater for their needs

Then later into childhood years
The patter of small feet
Beats the alarm in morning time
With smiles to each day greet

Next into adolescence and
Those teenage years they go
Where mornings just now don’t exist
Or not that they will know

Soon comes their college days and well
Bar lectures called at nine
The night-time oil burns ever bright
Where early hours seem fine

Succeeding this, the middle years
With hours that vary wide
From dawn time starts to get to jobs
With late nights to abide

Then old age hits and nights draw in
And sleep just has no rhyme
Arising hourly for relief
And dozing post lunchtime!

¿el tiempo duerme?

¿el tiempo duerme? (Photo credit: tnarik)

The PoTS* Way

I woke up really early as
The birds began to sing
As sun rose over horizon
All weak and watering
You know?  That glazed look that she wears
To start each brand new day
That says “OK! I’m up, give me
Some time to make my way
Up high into the brighter sky
To beckon in the dawn”
And likewise I then rubbed my eyes
And stifled a huge yawn!

I thought I’d jump right from my bed
I’ll make this day so full
Of all the things I need to do
With inspired push and pull
“A run!” I thought, “Yes that’s the thing
To start this day anew
And then perhaps get all chores done
And walk the dog out too!
Get dinner prepped; into the pot
The ironing out the way
And mow the lawn and wash the car
Then go to the ballet”

But now on fully wakening
Reality has hit
For my legs are made of lead weights
And energy has split
And rising slowly from my bed
My head begins to spin
With heart pulsating rapidly
There is no way to win
With brain fog misting morning sun
And tiredness oh so rife
I’ll render plans wiped out for this
Is how  PoTS* runs my life

Instead I turned to books and such
To poetry; to art
For things like this can be done lest
Less strain put on my heart
And if I’m really honest they
Bring forth a whole new way
To still enjoy this life so much
And live for every day!

*Postural Tachycardia Syndrome

 Start of the day

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Dear Spider

Dear Spider, Spider overhead
Please do not drop down on my bed
Or else I will just have to shout
And maybe get the vacuum out
For there’s no room for both of us
So please don’t stall and make a fuss
But hurry off and disappear
Saving falling down to gnaw my ear
And in my mouth, please do not creep
Go Spider dear – leave me to sleep!

 

Laughter

Laughter – such an infectious thing
That brings us all to life
Give it a go and see just how
It takes away your strife

Go on now! Raise a little smile
Or let it all just rip
And from titter to full chortle
With joy your heart will skip!

So have a laugh and “lol” a bit
And feel glad tidings fall
For chuckles have been said to be
The best medicine of all

From sedate giggles giggling
To boisterous huge guffaws
I swear you’ll end up feeling great
From laughter than before!