Quotes about nausea, page 3
Thoughts Of A Mother
My daughter would turn 10 next month…
I find it hard to believe!
It seems only yesterday
That she was born….
As my thoughts wander
Down the memory lane,
I am transported
To those restless days
In the balcony where I sat
On a low stool
With swollen feet and a heavy body
With waves of nausea and anxiety
Drowning me in the abyss of depression
Wondering if I was in for a second nightmare
Much more frightening than the last….
My daughter would complete one decade of her life next month…
I find it hard to believe!
It seems only yesterday
That she was born….
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poem by Jasbir Chatterjee
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Upon Reading The Poems of Lesbia
the attempt to say
what harsh feeling was there
was well said on those lines that float like leaves on the river
very usual
nothing sophisticated
there is that twirl that would have made me dizzy for a while
but the heart that knows pain
cannot fall on the malady of nausea
there were many empty spaces
i just watch not having the duty to fill them with my thoughts
for mine
are in packets and always lacking
in content
and style
i move around the parks and winding ways of Lesbia
weird but not saying anything
impressed but there is that lingering desire
to move out
somewhere
black birds without islands
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The World Series of Poker
The World Series of Poker
Is no best of seven
When The Hidden Hand
Audits games.
Which is always.
Always, which is
Bigger than our times.
In these troubled times
Bigger is better.
Like the stakes.
Always (which is
Lustier than identity
Theft) the definition of
Deftness, most slippery.
Always, which isn’t
So much doldrums
Or salad days
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poem by David Floren
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Revulsion
Revulsion -
That is what I feel for you
The look of you,
The sight of you,
The thought of you
Injects in me –
Absolute Revulsion.
It is a feeling so Deep
I cannot puke it out
Even if I wish to…
So I keep taking it in
Nausea-ridden
All over my body,
Mind and heart…
That wretched feeling of
Absolute Revulsion.
It seeps in me
Soaks me in
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Tyring To Be Smooth In Speech
this morning i read
some notes
about myself and i notice how i tried to be
smooth
in my speech as my notes still want to insist
ethical considerations
the motif of my day, the struggle to be always
calm and cool
the war against the tendency
to hurt another without our conscious knowing
but
all seems to be
a kind of futile attempt to be kind
and gentle
like a dog wagging its tail when you meet
along the doorsteps
of your house
i open some pages again of my
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Masticated By Ignorance
There is an eye fashioned from iron
A steely cold cellar for a famished soul
Iron eyes feigning to macadamize
The dark circlets around the orbits
A wreath of cinder from the toppled
Empire, a shriveled recollection
Of lacerations and ecstatic slurs
A stringing harp of the devil
There was a man with iron eyes
Reeking of a valuable possession
Exhumed from a constant oppression
A gilded and ciphered fanaticism
A lopsided ribbon of disposition
A fortified super imposition
That devoured the man's vision
And cloyed the nausea into gagging
With a cigarette rolled on his hand
And panic knotting on the other
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poem by Norman Santos
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The Flatting-Mill. An Illustration
When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold
Is sent to be flatted or wrought into length,
It is pass'd between cylinders often, and roll'd
In an engine of utmost mechanical strength.
Thus tortured and squeezed, at last it appears
Like a loose heap of ribbon, a glittering show,
Like music it tinkles and rings in your ears,
And warm'd by the pressure is all in a glow.
This process achiev'd, it is doom'd to sustain
The thump-after-thump of a gold-beater's mallet,
And at last is of service in sickness or pain
To cover a pill from a delicate palate.
Alas for the Poet, who dares undertake
To urge reformation of national ill!
His head and his heart are both likely to ache
With the double employment of mallet and mill.
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poem by William Cowper
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The Benefits of Chemotherapy
No hair to cut, blow-dry or wax
No eyebrows screaming to be plucked
No vanity to cultivate or tend.
No weight of desire, secure against
The blandishments of an erotic age,
Your energy too low to run your debts.
But there's sufficient time to clear the mind
And, while statistics do not speak as one
Your life might be prolonged, you might be saved.
Yes, time to figure out a lobster roll
Time to write a more reflective poem
To read the history books you choose
To discover where and who you've been
And trace the future hidden in your skin.
Time to call lost friends and greet
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poem by Frank Bana
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Untouchability
Drizzling dusk, I sit with lightening evening
at my dim lit room, I can not see from the front
all the things flashing back from behind, funny
are the things! An emotion wrapped up with
reason coming up from the lower part of the
stomach of me, a smile on the face, foolishness,
but body is feeling a queer nausea, how a touch
of a man makes unholy another one! Things are
here funnier! That man one day on the table discussed
some wonderful philosophy, he defined magnificently
dialectic materialism with patriotic affinity and affirmed
firmly ‘ I believe in humanism and in one humanity ‘
I see in his fingers, five rings in numbers though he
cursed me to believe in the things non-matter but he
refused to take with me a cup of tea, more dark
descended around me as I on the bright light of
Sunday morning see hypocrisy! Hypocrisy!
On the pages of matrimonial all the young
demand bride of their own caste, I shall not touch any
book of poetry till the death of Untouchability, let all
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poem by Abdul Wahab
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From: A King Of Kings, A King Among The Kings
Come, let us rejoice in James Joyce, in the greatness of this poet,
king, and king of poets
For he is our poor dead king, he is the monarch and Caesar of English,
he is the veritable King of the King's English
The English of the life of the city,
and the English of music;
Let them rejoice because he rejoiced and was joyous;
For his joy was superior, it was supreme, for it was accomplished
After the suffering of much evil, the evil of the torment of pride,
By the overcoming of disgust and despair by means of the confrontation of them
By the enduring of nausea, the supporting of exile, the drawing from
the silence of exile, the pure arias of the
hidden music of all things, all beings.
For the joy of Joyce was earned by the sweat of the bow of his mind
by the tears of the agony of his heart;
hence it was gained, mastered, and conquered,
(hence it was not a gift and freely given,
a mercy often granted to masters,
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poem by Delmore Schwartz
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