Best Antibiotic Poems
A confined territory with created identity from a spanish monarch
since established, its badge with monkey eating eagles, large shopping malls;
tropical fruits and coconut, dense population;
Conus glorianus and the python Reticulatus gets heavier.
Most defined Christian territory in its region
and a global production hub for nursing care and services.
This locality nurtures and perfects the services of text messaging
writing on the wall of global discoveries through the mouse deer
and other animal species most particular in the giant clams.
It suffers from the blunt blade of human trafficking
but this hasn’t stopped the continuous glow of its pride.
Ranging from the biggest pair of shows ever, to the manila event of 2006;
the discovery of an important antibiotic, or its global archipelago pride.
Its power presence shown in Jelly fish lake
or the Noche Buena, celebrated as the longest Christmas season.
All these green lights visible to the planet
never let its flag turn upside down again.
I think i may have hit rock bottom
I am dreaming about my problem
I guess to confess this reality
is something i will have to agree?
I will admit to this narcotic
No drug hope in antibiotic
Self-control is the key to be free,
but its hard when i stay so thirsty
Withdrawal hits me with aching headaches
Sometimes i end up with body shakes
Maybe some restraint and a sponsor
keeps me from becoming a monster
There is nothing for this male Roffey
like a strong rich cup of black coffee
In the main, it's a pain in the brain.
Now just try not to buy I could die.
Patiently wait. Think, my fate will be great.
Now I'm face'n the preparation for the operation.
Pray'n for grace. Turn my face. Think 'happy place'.
'A little prick', then a stick. Oh, I'm sick.
Add Pepcid. not to dread. faith instead.
I'm in a huff; all this stuff. Is it enough?
Another add. antibiotic, he said Keep my head.
To the room. be over soon. What a boon.
'Slide on over'. Sure thing Rover. Where's the power?
Then I'm able, with a stable, on the table.
Modesty's rough in the buff. Think happy stuff.
In 'it' goes, head to toes. no more woes.
'Help me quick, I am sick'! Up I sit.
Out like a light. No more fight. All is right.
'Wake up dear', heard so clear, 'home is near'.
I want sleep! Don't make a peep you noisy creep.
'Wake up yes! Home is best. There you'll rest'.
Picking a bone, 'not so soon!', I sleepily moan.
Up and move'n, soon to be groov'n, life to be proven
Have no care. Had my share; fine's frog’s hair.
Only a glitch in m'gittalong hitch. That's a switch.
Home at last. Relax! This gas, it too shall pass.
Common American Phrase: Suck it up, Buttercup
I shudder and shake with epinephrine as the needle stings inside my cheek, like a bee stings. I’m not a child, I’m a buttercup. The shaking rattles me but I relax until the next invasive… I see a bright light, though very much alive. Wearing glasses to protect my eyes. I close them so I can pray, and try not to pay too much attention to the two surgeons over me. A tooth distraction…a true extraction. The enemy must go, but the battle is strong as are my bones. Good news that grips the root. What’s going on, I can only hear the drill and my droughty lips feel like they are going to split. This is about an hour's procedure, it seems an eternity. The beginning was cold. I’m a retiree who hardly goes out, anymore, in the early morning. Georgia in March was a balmy twenty nine degrees fahrenheit. Hardly an inspiration to get up to have an operation. “Let’s not,” head says but wisdom knows, I must. I bundled up then stripped down as the car warmed up. After going through the ringer, I climb back in my car, and drive another twenty minutes and wait for prescriptions, hoping the pain won’t pop. Then one more stop for another that is cheaper in Publix…the needed antibiotic, Amoxicillin. Sometimes, you feel like you're in a nightmare where you can’t get back home. Patience is called for with a patient. The last couple of miles, I feel as though I’m on a bicycle. Even home, I have to unpack the meds, read the instructions then relax for a couple days, and realise I’m still on that hike…more waiting to eat and drink normal things.
Complaining…perhaps…or merely composing a poetic epitaph. After all, when I was laid back in the dentist’s chair, my jaw being held by the dental assistant, feeling I was inches from being choked to death, I was already writing this in my head, but not at all in the mood to pedal my fingers on the keyboard until these many days later, having been laid out in my wake for those many pain killer days. Don’t think me morbid, perhaps a bit Poe or prosaic. I feel swell…well swelling is down. It’s all downhill from here…that is a good thing. I may even pop a wheelie.
3/17/2023
Remission
The living soft redwoods rose up into the furthest skies
Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby
The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist
as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs swing by
A young deer from the forest forages for cones
old jazz filters over the bay and hills in a sorrowful sigh
We moved from the highway back into the tall mountain road
with its forests and blue birds singing in a curulean sky
Gone are the parking lots, the hospital glass windows
uniformed people pacing the buildings 7 feet high
Gone are rubbery gloves held in doctors' hands
nurses in masks using Purcell over and over again.
The smell of the Eucalyptus, the grasses, the pines
a place living without masks, needles and antibiotic lines
life again with rosemary, hummingbirds and thyme.
Reading captions besides smiling lips.
Reveiwing lifesyles and basics.
Choosing in a moment or over quiet deliberation whether
to reply to a flirtatious glance.
Finding, more and more, that I have little experience at this game.
In its ruless, non-conformist, strange land.
Where one easily becomes prey to wolves and vultures.
Some introducations drip of the bitter venom;
Others no etiquette with little skills of we social animals.
Regardless, we all call out seeking some one to fill the void prior relations left.
Some were a literal " Yikes!"
Their manner seemed afraid that smiling
would either break the camera or their face.
Others were the hearldings of wounds previous relationships had inflicted,
leaving them open to fester, ooze, and putrify.
I do not wish to be the antibiotic they need;
a Florence Nightingale they want to tend and bangage these sores.
Others have no interests save the industry paying for this lot of cyberspace.
Fairly boring not much to say.
I would not be able to carry on a conversation beyond pleasentries and introductions.
Though I do not understand if it is me or them at fault
More to the point when I allow myself to be taken by the hand by another touched on theneck by a gentle hand A kiss so soft so warm melting the icy armor,
coolness of my demenor.
Diva gladly abdicates her throne.
Needy for a touch of a lover, consistant and sincere.
More cautiously do I proceed; not to let anyone, just anyone, in marring up my house.
Too many years I have tucked away
these true feelings boiling deep with in me.
So very few in the world can hold a candle to my expectations.
For the moment diva will keep her crown.
Those years were freshened years but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and with burning tips
Against the psychosis on essential truthful belly
Vibrating of dying fishes
As they were jumping angry over the sun's rim
as if they were a kind of greener monsters.
A toxic light as the procession of ecosystem essentials
With its own measurement fled over all these scattering shadows
Of abiotic paths, and evil emerged
Everywhere from east, west; north, and south
In addition, its demented ray makes love
To the son of Harlot who was striking suddenly a final world
As a wedding ass in a golden plate, which contain
A reference to the uncommon value of what we are
And in addition why we must perish.
In a small fountain, however in such concentrated waves
By diluted waters, I drink the rich juice
Of the silence, the directness of the naturalness,
The profundity that dominate the fool,
And from those who create the essential truth
I try to be alive, and that is the only reason
I was loving this unknown monster because I myself not human,
Not a soul sailing but a rare thyroid that created those
Structures threatening to evade the failing
Moment; as they say, the Hope made the killers
Smiling, when the verdict was just a fancy holder,
Moreover, there like a virginal snake, I bite the most
Sweet breast of heaven, not that gracious evil,
Because I am the third appeal, the one you hate.
And when the monitors were still
Invisible, I know a voice shall be thrilling off:
"Oh! I born tomorrow and I can erase
Myself today and see myself in front of you
Twenty thousand years for now, but I am the child
You kill, you rape, oh, you bastard.
As an antibiotic behind it,
All things still pursing each other,
By the still unknown forcer and with intensity
All smashed around me.
I am the one!
Seven weeks and six days.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the numbers. I’ve been here for eight hours.
At half an inch long, it is about the size of a blueberry with webbed fingers and toes.
Out of wedlock birthrates among black women is seventy-two percent, fifty-four percent
for hispanic women, and twenty-nine percent for white women. I was doomed to be a statistic
either way. The procedure took five minutes, though it felt longer than the whole day I
was there, as if the hands of the clock stubbornly refused to move.
Fact: Abortion has killed more black Americans than crime, accidents, cancer, and AIDS.
In a daze.
I didn't hear the nurse say it was over. A wave of cramps wash over my lower body leaving a
paralyzing feeling in my legs. I remembered the nurse had taken the final ultrasound image.
I lifted my head a little to see but I didn't have the courage to look that time either so I averted my eyes to the ceiling but I knew it was pitch black. I could no longer hear any lightning that
ripples through the clouds or feel the avalanche of Wednesday’s pizza ready to erupt on my coat. The worst is over now. All that’s left to do is count the catastrophes. I call this my own
personal genocide. I put on my clothes and swallow the antibiotic pill as the nurses speak
but I cannot hear. It is all silent.
It is all silence.
It all fades. It all fades.
Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some
team work. Put your tears up front. Grab your mess list and
do a man hunt. Mercy, no. Pity, no. Go real rude and blunt.
Violate anyone who said love but did not mean it. Annihilate
those who's respect was stated but you have not seen it. Inseminate trust
with rage, so fury can escape from it's cage. Incriminate
hope so that hate gain's control of the stage. Isolate your
wrath and let it marinate on some vengeance. Obliterate faith
and let envy commence. It's common sense, this has to
happen for your self defense. Need some evidence, the price
tag on your state of mind is at who's expense? Don't get tense,
I've been there, and wrote a book. To kill the suspense, I'll
let you take a look. It's a hymnbook, a road map on not getting
shook. Tell me, does life do a how to on how to avoid the fishhook. I'm
tripping, sorry, don't get scared. If I was serious, to say no, are you prepared?
You get one shot to mess me over, then it's done. I'm not
heartless, but I'm not stupid, after one there's none. Make use
of your opportunity, see me run. Come again you stand against
Chester Walker's grandson. Dare to touch a hair on a child
you can see my slug. I'm not a hustler, but for the seeds I
can be a thug. Claiming your a Christian, but really your a decoy.
Let me spark my Newport, then I'll smoke you like a vice
roy. If you pitstop in the path of the young, I'll pop you like I
do a merlot. If you fight for a cameo, I'll re-write the scenario.
You walkabout the future like our concern is in
doubt. Watch the turnout, like Chnese food we'll take
you out. I use the bible like it's an antibiotic. Think
I will let my kin fall, well, you are psychotic. bring
my people despair, give them unrest, show them ridicule.
I'll do you worse than Lara Croft on Princess Toadstool.
Coming against the children is two strikes, and my people is one.
I'm talking to satan, but if the shoe fit's, than our war has begun.
Free-Range Limericks Redux
My free-range limericks are light
They will not keep you up at night
You won't find tawdry
Anything naughty
In my universe, they're just right!
5/13/2023
Poetry form: Free-Range Limerick
This is my second limerick that refers to my work in progress, Free-Range Limericks, on wattpad.com. To date, I have posted 25 limericks. They are free-range because they can roam freely outdoors, making them loads of laughs and full of fun; and they're also antibiotic and gluten-free. In my universe, they're just right!
Presenting to the emergency room, patient "BB,"
a dad who swallowed a snow globe carelessly.
Out of ALC, voices crying, "YOLO,"
PO, he took a big gulp of fantasy snow.
NAGI, his stomach churned immediately.
He could hear little elves dancing with a BEG.
Brought to the ER unconscious with HBP,
HAGMA, and tachypnea, unfortunately.
A CT scan revealed a kidney infection.
MDs dispensed an antibiotic injection.
Dialysis was administered, but he was still KO.
His kidney's were decorated in crystals of "snow."
Ten WKs later he could walk again (to the bar),
but will likely need dialysis 4EVR.
You are what you eat, (BB made a recovery)
but don't be a snowflake, the moral of the story.
(Watch the attached video for the full story.)
ALC- alcohol
YOLO- you only live once
PO- by mouth
NAGI- not a good idea
BEG- big evil grin
ER- emergency room
HBP- high blood pressure
HAGMA- high anion gap metabolic acidosis
CT- computerized tomography
MD- medical doctors
KO- knocked out
WK- week
4EVER- forever
3-21-2021
ACRONYMS IN COUPLETS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
Horn Triopsis Seventhified
Ingenuity
Accomplishment of oneself
Which was by oneself.
Should be true to form
And exceptions are extremes
Reality realm.
Provide example
That is purposeful driven
Served to meet an end.
Being pragmatic
Results in an open mind
With a goal in site.
Being flamboyant
Surely will be self-serving
True Trump self-ethic.
Sad when self-defiled
Take advantage of others
Self always proclaim.
Source of gifts God
To meet the needs of others
Did design for us.
Just had a dream that I was in a big
college class in a semi-circle with a
Professor in front of it. He wanted
each student to present what they
thought that the class should be
about. The title of the class was:
Being Embarrassed By Embarrassment."
I woke up while I was writing my
answer. Ended up with a terrible
cough, fever and waking up with
cold sweats due to bacterial contact
in Caribbean on Holland America Ship
Nieu Amsterdam out of Lauderdale.
Started on day before Thanksgiving.
Horrors. Still have it and have seen
Doctor Isenhower who prescribed an
antibiotic and cough medicine. Trying
to get back to normal with my poetry
writing. Jim Horn
medicine.
My Unsung Hero
O' so tiny, a son born at twenty-four ounces
now laughter rings, as on my knee he bounces
Fought, such a fighter for sweet life was he
precious fruit from our great Love Tree!
I held him as breast milk he was gravity fed
still we remember all those tears we shed
Ninety days in the hospital he stayed to heal
now watch him sing, laugh and loudly squeal!
Seven long years he has been healing now
a miracle granted when we pray and bow
Relief as more weight is all he now needs
thank God for his life , joy that it seeds!
Our son, a brave fighter that fought to make it!
A miracle gifted , a blessing , happily we take it!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-29-2014
Carol Eastman's, "Unsung Hero Contest"
Note: Based upon the premature birth of our son Justin at just 24 ounces
and his 3 months in hospital , coming home at only three and a half pounds.
Two operations later and 4 years on an urinary reflux antibiotic he has now
made it to seven years old!!!!
God heals and blesses..
There once was a clumsy attorney
Who wanted to go on a journey
But lacking some grace
He fell on his face
And soon was stretched out on a gurney.
He’d wanted to taste the exotic
But work made his life so chaotic
That the thrills he did seek
Like conversing in Greek
Were replaced by an antibiotic.
When he healed he went back by degrees
For he missed his gargantuan fees
But the lesson he learned
Was when trips are concerned
He should stay home and speak legalese!
Alike an Elderberry tree and conspicuous
not a Honeysuckle sweet vacuous
we ripen with antiquity
an intoxicating aroma of iniquity
Folklore spirits rhyming in chant
Elder-mother wood nymph with plant
never growing obsolete as to everlasting
if faith be with red berries blasting
Blooming in all lands twas platinum
not of gray headed falsely handsome
instead draped with greenery youthful
seasoned in summer and early Fall truthful
Perhaps tis cure for the respiratory infected
such as the contagion affected
so prepare cooked wine non-alcoholic
and live a full life with this antibiotic