As I have wondered through the halls of old,
the minds of famous scribes in academia
had made me fearless, oft carelessly bold
when Mind betrayed lexical anaemia.
Soon baying at the Moon as it weeps,
a different view, depending on aspect.
The wisdom I crave inexorably seeps,
but seldom culminates into respect.
The misprision's become my badge of honour
as hyperbole swills in lexicon o’ Man.
Long years of uninformed populous dour
with magniloquent thinking that poetry can.
Yet I contemplate books in warehouse—
dyslexia transformed it into ‘wh…house’—
endless mirth that others could never douse.
Anaemia
Who cares for her once glorious dreams
Utopia is the new reality
Dopamine-starved citizens gaze forlornly
As blood feverishly flows out
From her gaping wounds
Siamese twins of hunger and anger
Starving her of peace and progress
In a land of high Testosterone
Security gone AWOL
Citizens on their own
Slowly but steadily
Life ebbs out
Deprived of nutrients and water
Homeland turned fiefdom by renegades
Despising folks, they make foes
Pious laughter loosens frown
of frail freedom
Blood-sapping East wind
Turns grasslands into deserts
Bruised and beaten by the day
Body and soul in dread of dawn
Conquer battlefields of the mind
With riots of laughter
This Mephistophelian theatre
With broken social ligaments and
Ruptured moral tendons
Will one day get a transfusion of a new life
Or die slowly and solemnly
of Anaemia
I'm not sure what she's using
though I have an idea
her body she's abusing
and her mind has anaemia
as the excuses drip off her tongue
as to why she can't call
not the first to be sung
not the last bar room brawl
helpless I wait
til she tells me these truths
I'm a fish after bait
being trolled to the truth
not to sound dramatic
but what a disaster
her brain is rheumatic
her vice is her master
I hear her cry from a distance
though stifled and cold
hope I break through the resistance
a story of old
temptation is fond
of those who are weary
I'll swim through this pond
and escape the hook of the leery
Dracula had the most terrible toothache,
so he booked to see his dentist Mr Payne.
An evening appointment was requested;
as Dracula only rose after the sun had set
When Dracula walked through the door
a blast of garlic breath hit him in the face;
Dracula bit his lip as he had a huge fit
Mr Payne had forgotten his patient’s allergy!
The dentist put on his surgical mask,
whilst he removed Dracula’s rotten fangs;
Sadly for Dracula, he can no longer bite necks,
now he’s being treated for severe anaemia!
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Word chosen – Vampire
09-24-17
Suck blood like a vampire from a strange empire ,
Not invited but invite herself,
Pass through tiny holes and mesh of the net to
Set her proboscis on the skin…
Night crawler and unwanted flying creature ..
Dances around your earlobe to infuriate you..And ..
You end up slapping your ear with a big bang..!
Her piecing mouth part sends strong signals to
the brain which can make the sane to be insane ..
Fever is the outcome ,running temperature is his friend ,
And headache the mother..of all murders….
Anaemia plus lassitude will pay you a warm visit ,
Leading to excursion to the doctor’s home ;
Lab test shows plasmodium or salmonella…or …what?
Carried by this vector or rector called female anopheles…
....Mosquito.......
2-27-2017
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