James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Allergy

What turns our bodies
To this and that
What signals 
To turn, that to this
 
Strawberries, peanuts
Shampoo's as well
To turn our beauty
Make us swell
 
Rashes that weep
Sores so red
Painful signals
Rush to our head
 
Some of us scratch
Some can leave
This incredible urge
These allergies
 
Tablets and cream
Man made remedies
Appease our aches
As time will see
 
In natures world
She has many cures
But what we make our self
I'm not too sure

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L'Nass Shango May 9, 2009 at 6:05 PM The mystery of the ages is all right with me ... if only they inspire you to write more talented poetry.

Janette Fisher May 9, 2009 at 10:32 AM Brilliant description, this is me on a good day!! Well done James

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 9, 2009 at 5:23 AM I'm not too sure about man's concoctions either, sometimes. Very nice is your allergy poem. Compliments are from a long-term allergy sufferer who somehow has been spared from the sneezes for about 3years. It must be the Loratadine, Singular, and the natural herb Echinacea. Oh, never leave out God. I am happy to have reduced allergy symptoms... Nice write, James Love, Dane