Best Advil Poems
Seems each time I visit my doc he recommends more pills for my health!
I'm not sure they're effective but this I know, they're depletin' my wealth!
And with all the side effects, I'm really concerned about my early doom!
"He expired from excessive medications!" might aptly be etched upon my tomb!
The list is endless - Diuretics, Beta Blockers, Nexium, Advil and Tylenol,
Alpha Blockers, Vitamin D, Zantac, Zocor, Micardis and a bit of Timolol,
Carisoprodol, Hydrocholorothiazide, Alphagan, Moltrin and Fosamax,
Hydroxyzine, Caltrate, Phillips Milk of Magnesia and some Atarax!
The black-box warnings say I could suffer everything from dehydration,
To blurred vision, dizziness, diahrea and a serious case of constipation!
My Pa seldom saw a doc and lived to the ripe old age of ninety-four!
He survived by sippin' SSS Blood Tonic and usin' horse linamint for
His aches and pains and other such stuff peddled by the Watkins Man!
I may toss the bottles and use his home-remedies to increase life's span!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
advil, funny,
Form:
Couplet
What is this world coming to ,many falling short,some snort cocaine, or shoot heroin up their vain,some kidnap, some kill, some take pain killers, to kill the pain, why not throw the governments advil down the drain, and call the lords name,many fall short of who they should become, to the door of success they have lost the key ,they were focus on drug,pain,fame,money,anger,and the enemy, truly some times you become your only true enemy, What has this world become, many succumb to the cold,people sell their soul for riches and gold, behind curtains ,dark,dusty,filthy and demonic story's hidden, but secretly heard through the grape vine, I contemplate as I sip my grape wine. The youth in my world dose not take time, to take shine, I will be sure to take mine, we must accomplish something, before the doctors say flat line, the world is fading away in gloomy clouds filled with ruins and trash bins, where is the janitor, who seeks the janitor and savior, the ruler of our lives, the lord he can clean it all up, but still no one looks up and pray, or just simply say lord help me today, instead ignorance display as many disobey his commandments in every way.So today I must say, this world is heading to destruction, drowning in the devils concoction, hot lava eruption of failure and destruction, lead by corruption, interruption, the devils seeds, they grow in souls until they bleed, our world is starved and can't breath, or exceed these evil deeds and creeds, on top of this heat I pray, on thin ice.Parents struggle, to pay the rent, there back is bent, how much can the poor vent, to the government, the food in the fridge is little and a little child in the room, falling to sleep on a empty stomach,in a empty world,the only thing he had to eat, was the words of his mothers hope ,as she trys to cope down this slippery slope,of the devils soap. What is the world coming to, black on black crime, with little education how can you define, the true sublime image of life, the government suppresses and undresses us in the cold, I am tired success is bob wired by the governments structure ,the structure is poor, no wonder we see people laying on the city's floor, In this world I have nightmares , wake up the better image, what has this world become..........
Say this out loud...
5/9/2012
Categories:
advil, life, world, education, success,
Form:
Free verse
Tortures the nerve constantly
Ongoing severe painful throb
Only abstraction is the cure
This pain is worse than labor pain
Horrendous sharp electric shocks,
And advil is just a temporary fix
Can't sleep at all
Hurt all night long
Eating food is not an option
Alexis Y
08-19-16
* Author's- May not be writing for a while due to bad toothaches.
Categories:
advil, how i feel, hurt,
Form:
Acrostic
PAPERBACKS AND COKE
Two partners in crime, my love affairs…
Bookmarked pages dumped on my soft bed
An urge to roam among fays and lords,
With visions of despair or triumph
Knowing insomnia is the nemesis;
While Advil cannot comfort night’s plea
A hubris …firing my imagination.
While leafing through chapters, I find relief
From another quirk; an ally so sweet…
Oh,cold fixes of Coke Zero quench
This need to satisfy all day’s thirst,
Eluding water therapy…how bland
How tasteless when hero and villain
Begin a venture of mighty feat;
Jittery, hand reaches for the next soda
As my brain excrete adrenaline…
With paperbacks and Coke at 3 am,
I conquer twilight’s watch, quite drained!
But life is short, my love affairs agree;
Did I include the M&M’s cravings?
For rob carmack, A Vice You Love
11/21/2015
Categories:
advil, fun, sin,
Form:
Light Verse
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me:
Twelve lotus pinching,
Eleven surgical gauzes,
Ten boxes of advil,
Nine cheating photos,
Eight tissue rolls,
Seven colorful beehives,
Six facebook dislikes
Five red sea snakes,
Four French novels
Three black roses
Two sleeping pills
And a pink round coffin.
(c) Glenn Sentes
Categories:
advil, holiday, husband, wife,
Form:
Verse
All I need is a coffee and some Advil
A little selective remembering will help.
Caring is far too inconvenient.
Your indifference is startling.
Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes did not meet
Creating
Manic ripples of uncontrollable fears
concerning my shortcomings.
Your beauty
as it goes
Allows you a life free from expectations
Selfish lovely thing.
Attaining forgiveness with your thick lashes
Who could stay mad?
You are driving me mad.
Customarily unaware of your power,
My body explodes when strands are swept from you face.
Millions of my little pieces sticking to white walls
Slowly sliding down
Creating red roads
And yet your world is undisturbed.
I wait
Religiously
Possibly knelt down . . . if you so desire
For your words.
As if they could gain me admission
When they fall from your mouth with delicious unattachment,
Such distance.
And
I scurry around you catching them with a sieve.
But you are so beautiful
That I wait for your acknowledgement
Of my own worth
Categories:
advil, loveme,
Form:
Free verse
there was a young man from Seville
whose wife's voice was chillingly shrill
he said please shut up
he’d more than enough
sending him looking for advil!
(caveat: no endorsement of product intended)
Categories:
advil, funny, humorous, hurt, husband,
Form:
Limerick
My third eye is
Stuck with the unfortunate view
Of the brass band that connects the two spheres of my glasses.
I take Advil for the head-aches.
Closing it doesn't work, I've realized.
When I close the middle eye the left and right want to close, too.
My face then becomes a mad-house of shuddering lids, like a giant sleepy baby,
I stumble through my days blinking and bonking into things and people.
I'm a little better at mastering the new eye every day, though.
Ever since it appeared between my eyebrows,
That day at the cave's mouth,
When I released my spirit from my body.
Categories:
advil, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
Slowly stretching Monday grunts
rubs its eyes, rolls slightly left, farts.
An achy sun shuffles about the room,
shields itself from the mirror’s reflection,
mutters to itself “Clouds! Where are the clouds?”
“Oh, how I hate those five o’clock shadows.”
“Damn the Sun dials!”
No double cappuccino!
No Jimmy Dean breakfast!
“If I can just hang on til noon”
“its all down hill from there.”
“Why Do I listen to Sunday??”
“C’mon, hang with me tonight,
watch the late game, you’re good.”
“14 friggin’ innings and a rain delay.”
“There really should be two suns
y’know, like, so I could chill out
after an evening with Sunday.”
“Hey, maybe I’ll go to the beach.
pass out a few sunburns,
heat up the stones they have to walk over,
melt the parking lot pavement.”
“Can I get a union cloud break here!!!”
“Damn, I hate myself. Yeah, yeah, can it.
You try being Monday…no good songs
about Monday, no great sports metaphor,
none of the hoopla that Wednesday gets.”
“You can never find a cloud when you need one.”
“do you know how long a Monday really is???”
“Maybe if all you people ran in the same direction
the earth’s rotation would speed up.”
“Anyone got any Advil??”
©7/29/2018
for Mondays Poetry Contest
sponsored by – Tania Kitchin
Categories:
advil, humor, morning,
Form:
Free verse
sometimes my words aren’t as beautiful as usual
sometimes my thoughts cannot be gathered and the words violently crash onto the page instead of flowing out of my pen
and sometimes i have nothing to write about other than the emptiness that has eaten away at me, leaving me numb
some days i am much messier than usual
my hands won’t stop shaking as my mind is stuck in outer space and Saturn’s ring is locked around my head, despite the amount of Advil i take
finally i pull myself out of it and my feet are nailed to the floorboards in my room
i’m stuck to the ground and can’t escape no matter how hard i try
even if i did escape i wouldn’t stop bleeding.
as i stand frozen i look at what i have become, i run my eyes over my transparent skin and wonder when a gun replaced my brain since the only thing my brain can process is how easy it would be to stop breathing
because breathing isn’t as simple as it once was, i even forget to breathe sometimes
i have to force the air out of me as a ton of dirt sits on my chests and pushes me further and further into my grave
but then the gun in my head reminds me i’m not screwed up enough to actually make use of it, so i continue to breathe.
m.r.
Categories:
advil, angst, anxiety, depression, evil,
Form:
Free verse
My headache was a killer;
I was overdue for lunch.
Two hours at the iPhone store
Had wearied me a bunch.
The remedy was simple, though
(Much more so than the phone) –
Two Advil with some water
And a Shake Shack custard cone.
The flavor was a favorite
And the wait was not too long.
In just a flash I felt that
Not a thing at all was wrong.
So here is my prescription
When a headache makes you groan –
Take some Advil for your head
And for your soul, an ice cream cone!
Categories:
advil, today,
Form:
Rhyme
I could tell it was raining before I even heard
The pitter patter of little drops
Because it was hard for my body to get out of bed again
But what am I saying!? It's always hard for me
To escape the colored covers and my dreams
It's hard enough to exist in reality
Let alone be forced into it by the bring of an alarm.
It was always easy to make someone laugh
It's like this life has been one long headache
And my days are one Advil after another
I close my eyes hard enough to escape
And i can't close my ears or ignore the sound of the clock
Telling me to wake up.
Telling me to wake up.
They say after the rain there's a thousand
Poetry submissions titled "the rain"
So this will go un-submitted
Just like a thousand others
Categories:
advil, sad, seasons, me,
Form:
Couplet
was that an ache
or a pain
hold on a sec
here it comes again
if i had
to give it a name
it definitely
would be a pain
now to guess
where it comes from
up or down
back to front
in or out
out to lunch
points in-between
is my hunch
can it be helped
with advil
or do i need
something stronger still
to try and take
the pain to nill
or at least
bend it's will
this ache that i
now know as pain
that makes its way
into my brain
that is the best
at playing games
disappears
shows up again
it's such an ache
to deal with pain
Categories:
advil, age, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm living life stuck in the past
To see the light where I lived only dark
A marathon like a walk in the park
That's my perspective on the past
A wind chime's song in a hurricane
The greatest pleasure from the deepest pain
And crappy times all feel like blasts
It's a bitter little pill
The kind when you don't swallow fast enough
The taste of advil and a blind man's bluff
And leaves you shaking with the chill
Finding meaning where it's all gone wrong
Doesn't mean much when all of these songs
Repeat forever, ever shrill
I'm in a static wonderland
What could I tell you about this whole year
Beyond the fact that I can't shake these fears
That have me grasped within their hand
You know it's bad when I'm calling for her
The kind of death I can't say I'd prefer
Yet at the moment sounds so grand
So does it matter anyway?
Won't I look back on these blurry days
Far in the future with my heart ablaze
And retread this tired old cliche?
And so tell me, when does this all end?
Cursed forever to repeat these trends
And live eternally in gray
I'm falling deep into the sky
Endless waves of green amongst the blue
Forever reaching out for a redo
And retread all my paths as I
To take advantage of the things I've learned
Repair the bridges that may have been burned
And save ourselves the need to cry
Hello there, I'm you from beyond
Tell me, how's this world of solid gold?
What's it like to never have known cold?
Are you treasuring these bonds?
All the things that I want you to know
I couldn't say before I'd have to go
So know, you live for all I've longed.
Categories:
advil, depression,
Form:
Lyric
Little hammers tapping
In the space behind my eyes
Warn me that there’s more to come
As pain intensifies.
It isn’t quite a migraine –
Likely it’s induced by stress –
Yet that knowledge gives no comfort
Nor does it hurt any less.
Advil often takes the edge off
By providing quick relief;
There are times, though, such a respite’s
Non-existent or too brief.
Headaches all my life have plagued me
So I know that it will fade,
But ‘til then there’s no escaping
All those hammers on parade.
Categories:
advil, pain,
Form:
Rhyme