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Apr 28, 2011
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My poor little Pump
Nose to the grindstone
24/7
Giving always more
without one groan
Even when I'm asleep
You labor on
Just to benefit me
Never hearing one beep
into you I pour
all of life's vices
struggling with it
deep in your core
How much more
will you take
of this brazen abuse
from this life's whore
I must answer the call
from my poor little one
Before it just stops
Causing my fall
You pump and pump
my little poor heart
tireless friend
until life's last bump
About This Poem
Last Few Words: What we do to our hearts, drinking smoking, and drugs This was inspired by the book "True Love" written by (the buddist Monk) Thich Nhat Hanh
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Candlewitch
14 years 2 months ago
An Ode To A Heart!
Dear Eddie,
This piece is unique and original! I find it refreshing to read a poem of the heart without mention of the emotional elements! Keep on writing.
always, Cat
magics02
14 years 2 months ago
Rest that heart
For when you rest that heart
you'll gain another start
rest that soul
before it too gets old
Take time to rest
your heart will
pump to you
it's very best...
Just for you a little wee doo wop....I like this piece of work and yes we know all too well how the body can push and push until it says the heart says Hey slow down and tend to me once in a while:)
Blessings from Fl
Mona
xo's
Eduardo Cruz
14 years 2 months ago
Mona
Sweetie when I was a kid we would stay on the corner late at might sing "Earth angel"
Thanks for the visit and your comment.
"Let our heart fill with joy for the recognition we give it everyday"
Eddie C,
Eduardo Cruz
14 years 2 months ago
Cat
We forget that the heart is a vital organ, and it's care is important to life. We must respect the job it does and not thing that it will not stop without it's proper care. So love it as you do a mother brother sister and all those close to you, after all it is in your chest.
We need to wake everyday and say," thank you poor little heart for the work you do even when I sleep"
Eddie C.
scribbler
14 years 2 months ago
hi
Like so many things we take for granted until it causes trouble. This is a good reminder...........stan
Eduardo Cruz
14 years 2 months ago
Hi back!
That's the point we should not have to be reminded, include myself.
We must make a true effort not to forget.
Thanks Stan.
Nordic cloud
14 years 2 months ago
Dear little heart, Eddie.
"My little poor heart"......my poor little heart, or it means poor as in not rich! ...dear little heart?
without 'a' groan possible but then the rhythm, but the rhythm is what I tripped on here.
"Never hearing one peep"...who never hears a peep- looked up the word peep- beep I know and pip(peep) in Norwegian is the right word here.
I think we would say Into your heart..."On to you I pour"
Just some hiccups here I feel but the idea is charming.
"All of life's vices Struggling With it"...all of the vices THEY not it- plural!
Personifying the heart! poor little thing or...?
"tireless friend Until life's last bump"... you tireless friend
till life's last bump.
Only possible thoughts here dear Eddie, yes you must listen sometimes to the pumping of the heart it is ever faithful to you, hopefully for a very long time. Love from Ann in Norway.
Eduardo Cruz
14 years 2 months ago
Ann
Thank you I made some of the changes, I appreciate you looking carefully at my writes.
Thanks Buddy.
Eduardo Cruz
14 years 2 months ago
Rosi
No words more true have been spoken.
thanks sweetie, I'm glad you liked it!
Eddie C.
Eduardo Cruz
14 years 2 months ago
Rosi
We all make our choices, I just don't want to walk around dragging an iron lung in toll.
I don't want to have liver spots on my beautiful body either, but that my choice and I nrespect yours because that's your body, as long as you love it no one can tell you a word.
Love to you always,
Eddie C.