All white light being sent your way xxx

Great poem - but I have to admit I got a bit tired of the firsr two line repetition... became too sing-songy
try taking out the first two verses of each stanza except the first and last.....

This heart of mine keeps beating
for how long, I’m not sure.
The electrics have short-circuited
and pacing’s pretty poor.

The gnawing pain inside my chest
is tightening evermore.
it’s pattern is irregular
that’s something I endure.

There's tingling down my arms
and I'm feeling tired and sore.
The doctor’s working on it
but he hasn’t found a cure.

This heart of mine keeps beating
I’ll admit that I am scared,
I have too much to do here
For death I’m not prepared.

And maybe change the below verse order for better rationale as well as rhyme....

its pattern is irregular
that's something I endure
The doctor’s working on it
but he hasn’t found a cure.

The gnawing pain inside my chest
is tightening evermore.
There's tingling down my arms
and I'm feeling tired and sore.

What do you think?
love judy
xxx

some one is suffering from something
some one knees
some so many from verbal diarrhea
hope the spelling is correct

thank your stars
your heart is beating
some have lost many a beat
and I all my teeth

This Neopoet is mainly
for many an oldy
acting like being
fresh in a thongy

Here's one written in the dark days while waiting for that operation without any real hope. As it turned out, I had every reason to hope but just did not know it. You have every reason for hope, if you had any heart attacks the doctor's would have told you. I had three before going into hospital, so they told me. Every one leaves an imprint on the heart so they can easily be counted unless they go up to silly numbers.

Waiting

He leans upon his crooked staff,
impassive face and yet,
with shoulders hunched and tired still
waits payment of the debt.

He gazes as I check my watch
then wearily turns away,
yet only is my old friend Death
who watches as I pray.

Dark shepherd stolidly drinks in
afflictions of my flesh,
which do not touch the man within,
nor spirit can enmesh.

Though facing life without a hope
my joy within’s undaunted,
I’m happy for each measured breath
and precious moment granted.

Suspended time in which we wait
and we wait close together,
he may not smile but has no hate,
his job is just to gather.

is one of the human traits that I love best. The best of humanity is expressed in hope! I hope that everything turns out well and we have you around for a long time. ~ Gee