Best Blood Transfusion Poems
Born a year after her crowning, named after the Queen
My sister had no luck, her life short and mean
Academically and behaviorally in trouble at school
A royal rebel was 'Liz;' she broke all the rules
Couldn't hold a job for more than a year
Her 'friends' all smoked dope and drank beer
Yet a good heart had she; give you the shirt off her back
Acted surprised, not upset, if it didn't come back
Contracted HIV from a tainted blood transfusion
Lived seven more years in pain and disillusion
A tragic story, cut down at 36 by AIDS disease
My sister Elizabeth, namesake of royalty
~ This year marks 29 years since Elizabeth's passing ~
Sniff, sniff; smell that?
The bridges are burning,
There goes the kinship,
You’ll never be earning,
‘Cause blood is thicker,
Or so you claim,
You carved in the truth,
The name of your game,
You tattooed your duplicity,
And pretended not to know,
Insulting our intelligence,
With the seeds you sow.
To use us in your time of need,
When all your blood ran out,
But you’ve wasted all your water,
And now you’ll live with drought.
Conveniently, when your fire’s doused,
You’ve got your blood transfusion,
Your loyalties have been restored,
Our familial bonds? An illusion.
But we were already prepared,
‘Cause water is much quicker,
It was only a matter of time,
And we were watching the ticker.
AIDS POV:
Right now it’s only cough and cold
But you won’t survive until you’re old
Your friends and family will stay away
No matter how much you plead or pray
You’ll lose your weight and faint at times
You’ll prefer dying than being alive
No one to take care of you at night
You’ll be untouchable, yeah that’s right
It doesn’t matter how I infected you
All they’ll think all you do is screw
Your life will be like a living hell
You’ll be alone and lonely, can’t you tell?
You’ll regret that day I entered you
The days you have are very few
Within no time you’ll beg to die
But I’ll kill you slowly while you cry
PATIENT’S POV:
Right now it’s only cough and cold
But I am gonna get you trolled
My friends and family will stay with me
They love me so much, can’t you see?
Skinnier I’ll be, unhealthy I’ll be
It’s not ‘you’ and ‘I’, with us it’s a ‘we’
They’ll stand by me, take care of me
They’ll take me home, I’ll be free
But today they asked me the reason
Was it some blood transfusion?
Yes it was, I wanted to say
But I realized my life had started to sway
They’re going away, the ones I loved
Was it really necessary for me to be shoved?
I trusted them to stay with me
But now I’m begging you to let me die…
At one point, there's no cure for HIV/AIDS. The virus has affected not just the
African-American community, but the entire human race, as well. The whole world is
affected by that disease, even in the United States of America. Everybody knows that HIV
is passed on by having unprotected sex, using or sharing dirty needles/syringes, red
blood, breast milk containing the HIV virus in it, and blood transfusion. HIV/AIDS has not
only affected the adults, but the children and teenagers, as well. People who are living
with HIV/AIDS are always dying from that disease and it's a heart-breaker. The virus is
considered a life-or-death situation. I'm told that the doctors have been prescribing HIV
meds for the ones who were tested positive for that life-threatening disease, but they're
not sure whether all of the pills are to keep half of the human race alive. But there are
fund-raisers that will help the researchers and the doctors find the cure for HIV and
AIDS. But despite all o the hard work everybody has done to end HIV/AIDS, it's still
there. And if the HIV virus keeps affecting the other human race in the future, there's no
telling what bad thing might happen next. This HIV nightmare must end now. When will the
HIV virus be eliminated permanently? When will this end?
Described as “patriot of patriots” by Mahatma Gandhi
His Words, ‘Give me blood and I shall give you freedom’
Are still ringing in the minds of each and every Indian.
He stood for unqualified Freedom with the use of force
Meaning quite against with Gandhi’s non-violent ways.
Subhas Bose presumed to have died on 18 August 1945
On Taipei Airport in a plane crash but with no evidence.
The mystery of his death and survival haunts the Indians.
The inability of the three commissions to unravel the truth
Spawned umpteen conspiracy theories left people in awe.
First commission visited Japan in 1956 and got testimonies
From army surgeons conducting blood transfusion to Bose
But he succumbed to death on August 18, 1945, at Taipei.
Second commission carried its probe from 1974-78 and
Declared its inability to arrive on any definite conclusion.
The verdict of the third commission was quite amazing
It simply said Bose was dead, but didn’t die in plane crash
How and when? No answer in the absence of any proof.
Concluding report tabled in parliament in May 2006
Declaring that death was staged to facilitate his escape.
And there are lots of evidences showing that he was alive
The first being the soviet angle of Stalin and Molotov
Discussing as to whether Bose should remain in the country.
In 1991 a letter written by him found in the KGB archive
dated 1946 that he had safely reached the then Soviet Union.
And there are conspiracy theories abound on Bose’s death
Allegedly both the Congress leadership and the Government
Afraid of Bose’s possible return to India and his impact
None to stop him to come to power as worshipped by people.
He was posthumously awarded Bharat Ratna in 1992,
A highest civilian award but later withdrawn on the ground
As the Award committee failed to give evidence of his death.
Even the Taiwan Government confirmed of no plane accident
And U.S. Department of State supported the claim of Taiwan.
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Second Place win:
Contest: Unsolved Mysteries by Carolyn Deveonshire
*Inspired and credits to the reports published on the web*
Do you walk around and wear Him as a vest and only reveal Him when the heat gets too much
Does His heartbeat, beat to the beat of yours
Is your blood infused with His and does it flow from within His veins
For when He hanged at Calvary He took part in the greatest blood transfusion ever heard off
Are you in Christ or is Christ in you?
Do you only use His name when it is suitable?
Trying to fit in with the crowd when in fact you should not conform to the standards of this world
Relying on your own unstable knowledge?
Formed from the opinions of editors of magazines, newspapers or news bulletin
Practically too afraid to refer to His word in case someone might miss-taken you for a bore
Does the term brethren only refer to you when you are confined by the four walls of your church building?
Cause the minute you step outside the gates you take salvation
Carry Him by the hand and hide Him away when you interact with your peers
Sneaking into clinics, thinking no one can recognize who you
Must applaud you, you’re a great actor
But be warned because the director in heaven has control to bring an end to the scene in which you’re acting
You see even The Pill couldn’t help
Masturbating with the idea of being saved
While Intersecting with your evil desires
Talk about gratification of the Flesh!!!
No concentrative can terminate the conception of sin
Which planet are you from
Venus, Jupiter or Mars
It doesn’t really matter for it was He who created all things under the heavens
Where have you ever seen the branch carrying the Vine?
If you are sitting down
With your mind entangled by this question
Distinguish this…
When you’re in Him, He takes your nakedness and shamefulness
And allows His glory to be the very covering
When you’re in Him, your flaws are eliminated because they are engrafted on the side in which He was pierced
For He is the very foundation of all things
When you’re in Him, He changes the very way in which you walk
Sometimes His wrath will have you limping back across the river just like Jacob – I mean Israel
Choose today in whom you will abide!
Are you in Christ or is Christ in you!!!
Evil Loki and Queen Maeve
have joined forces to make a mob.
All evil creatures that had died before
with the powers between them
these same creatures will live once more.
They raised Medusa the long dead gorgan
with Athena's shield, which they had stolen.
And given the Cyclops another eye;
another thing stolen once belonging to Odin.
Fafnir needed a blood transfusion.
Ilmarinen, brother of Vainamoinen
made a machine that made dragons blood.
And fearsome dragon Fafnir rose again.
The Minotaur has been brought back to life,
strangly enough by the ancient Chiron
half man, half horse mentor to many hero's
And after removing all of Bellerophon's arrows
Chimera with it's serpents tail,
raised his head and spit fire
all vengeful creatures these
revived to continue terrible deeds
bringing distruction apon the earth
all the dark places that they can lurk
A woman scorned without forgiveness
turning men to stone her bussiness.
The giant with one eye can see again
stands tall with boulders ready to pitch it.
A dragon who lost his guarded treasure
has an anger of equial measure.
A bull headed man and the king of the jungle.
Both have issues and constantly grumble.
A god and a witch seem to have it together.
World, get ready for some very terrible weather.
(For the Myths contest)
You can be a new creation...
old things passed away!
In Christ... YOU can be
a brand new person today!
You can be totally transformed
by Jesus--your savior!
You were designed by him--
your loving creator!
He alone can transform you
in a brand new creation.
By a Holy Ghost inspired
blood transfusion!
His blood can 100% make
your life clean.
And give you a reason
to shout and sing!
Singing praise to Jesus--
the Lord of all!
Why not reach out and
give him a call?
He can be reached
with p-r-a-y-e-r.
And can change your
life this very hour!
It's no secret how much
God loves you.
He's here right now...
what will you do?
Allow him to be change you
and cleanse within.
A new creation in Jesus is
where true freedom begins!
By Jim Pemberton
2009
Running wild
Through beds of rocks and stones
His voice echoes... 'Neath the mountain tops
Years gone by
Slimmed thin; his narrow bones
His arms, still trickling slowly downstream
Of man-stocked
No more reproduction
Like a blood transfusion...the trout swims
Just like that
Outliving you and I
One day, Old Man River...will be gone
Images in Parallel Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
2/15/2021
Princess HIV/AIDS A-Speaking
"Mankind,You Know Me as HIV/AIDS..
With all due respect I really dont care about
your Philosophical Bla Bla Blas about Me..
Who does Man Say My Ancestors Are..
Leave that Crap To The Proud Lineage Of
Predators..
Edges Sharper Than The Most Couragious Of
Swords..
Deadly Teeth More Ferocious than The Fury Of
A Hundred Lions A-Gathered.."
"Hark! Hark!
Mankind Didst Compose an Ode To Glorify Me..
It was Thus Rendered by His and Her
Waists,A-Rolling..
Yet My Prowess and Strength To Farther Lands
is Yet Unsung..
I have killed Men The Number of A Dsert Sand
Dune and A-Half..
I am so Happy Mankind is yet this Ignorant on
Methods Of Exterminating Me..
Ha! Ha! Let's Sit and Take This Deep Throated
Laugh For It Enliven My Soul.."
"Why cant Man Heed My Several Warnings..
He Knows Full well That I am a Descendant of
Trouble..Why Cant Sleeping Plagues Lie...
I am also Sweet..Keep Off Me and Free you
Go..
Do Sterilize Sharp Iron Objects..
Unsafe Sex Seduces Me..I Warn,Keep a Faithful
Partner..
Be Sure Your and You Alone Use Those Barbing
and Cutting Equipments..
Have I Adviced On Blood Transfusion?
A ManFriend Of Mine Asked If I used
Mosquitoes As Agents..
I Left That To His Silly Brain To Answer and
Answer It did..
Man! Man! Man! Keep Off Me for I am A
Disciplined Dynamite.."
There was a man named Carlton, who came
from a rural town.
He was well-liked by all within his community,
he was the town judge.
Everyone gave him much respect. However,
he had another group that he was the founder
and head chair of.
This group was a close group that didn't allow
outsiders.
They didn't accept anyone that didn't look and
act like them.
On a dark and stormy night, Carlton had a bad
car accident.
He was banged up real bad; he lost a lot of blood.
And he needed a blood transfusion STAT.
He also had a heart condition, so he was on the
top of the heart transplant waiting list.
It was touch and go for Carlton; they didn't know
if he would live long enough to receive a new
heart.
But in the nick of time, they found him a heart.
A month later, he was released from the hospital.
As time went by, his family and friends started
to notice significant changes.
From the food he ate, the music he listened to.
But the most significant change was his new
friends.
He started hanging around with “ Them.”
Carlton resigned as founder and the head chair
of the group he was apart of immediately.
Carlton had a change of heart two ways on that
life-altering day.
Alexis Y.
03/4/2021
The sun descends this cloudless night
A moon for howling, full and bright
A moon by which the bats take flight
And wolf-men and the undead bite
Stretchered in, a bite mark cruel
He won’t heal but must refuel
But medics’ blood runs warm and free
In this midnight A&E
Devour the sick by full-moon light
Bed by bed and bite by bite
Amid the carnage and confusion
A foul unholy blood transfusion
A werewolf with a stethoscope
Takes his patient’s final hope
Blankly eyes his victims’ notes
And slashes their inviting throats
Werewolf docs and Vampire nurses
Send their patients home in hearses
That my friend is not the worst
They go home with a raging thirst
Home to guzzle son or daughter
Wives bring priests with holy water
Silver bullets, wooden stake
Cruciform her fingers make
Vampires drinking O-neg smoothies
Snarl, “You’ve seen too many movies.”
Hurl away depleted kin
Snatch the priest for one more sin
Bloodied canines catch the moon
Glinting as the werewolves croon
Shed their clothing in the mud
Sniffing out the virgin’s blood
Through the night they drink their fill
Bite or slash their every kill
Wounds the Gods will not let heal
Seeping blood that can’t congeal
Policeman wary, raps the door
Slashed, undead, he hits the floor
Spurting blood he blinks an eye
As a glimmer tints the sky
Then as lupine pelts recede
Kindred canines cease to feed
At this dawn’s first gasp they flee
To that blighted A&E
Last fall she was dancing up a storm
at her grandsons wedding attire adorned,
having more energy than the energizer bunny
twirling around having a demeanor very sunny,
Then late April of this year she felt fatigued
had labored breath and no gumption to eat,
blood test not only revealed anemia
but white blood blast cells diagnosis MDS leukemia,
This week was admitted to her local hospital
for several issues when I got a call,
heavy swelling in legs and fluid in lungs
also congestive heart problems is no fun,
Was in hospital for only four whole days
given diuretics and meds and seems okay,
doc wanted to also give her a blood transfusion
but could not due to her chemo infusions,
Back at home independent is my 80 y/o Mom
although all these health issues set off an alarm,
I just thank God my sister is her health proxy
not too far away out of supportive necessity,
Just find it odd that she had so much energy
and to this all we siblings can attest to and agree,
our Mom is a trooper who wont take this lying down
will fight health issues with a smile and not a frown,
Living so far away at times like this is hard
making special point to drive the 967 miles in my car,
for a mother daughter sibling reunion in just 11 days
hopeful emotional ending for the month of May.
5-13-17
My last letter
Came to me breathless and tired,
His yellow eyes I could well notice,
His dad too had such eyes I enquired,
And God ! another brother having similar,
My reference letters helped fasten diagnosis,
But oh the agony of disease itself,
The mother, the siblings losing cheer,
When came to know it wasn't curable,
Well he was a proven thalasemia !
Three of a poor family suffered,
My hands trembled and eyes teared,
Blood transfusion to five year old every other month,
My heart ached and prayers had failed,
Words in the letters were weeping for justice,
A costly affair to life of a poor innocent sick,
Why God? For what wrong of his did he suffer?
She wasn't coming last three months,
Apprehensive I went sleepless,
One day to find the mother bitterly cry,
Little had I known it was my last letter !
Written September 13th, 2014
For contest 'Maybe my last letter' by Elly Wouterse