Best Bromide Poems


Premium Member And Today's Speical Is Wine and Cheese

"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese" 

Some wine and cheese  
If you would please  
Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed  
Yet, I reside in the west, my lines are treated as an unwelcome guest
I’ve ornamented ideas that will go unheard  
Reading them will be seen as a vulture transcribed word 
“A Stale Birthday Cake,” could be submitted  
But a lot of terms are not permitted  
If I leave those texts out to describe my rage  
It might as well be written in the stone age  
Here’s an example, “           , ” substantial  white noise is found on this page 
 “The Penetralia Ruby Queen,” hint, the anatomy  
But, is there no shame, outcry, how dare I, the audacity   
It conveys about some person with a dancing nymph’s fantasy  
But it altercates against the morals of Christianity  
Here’s an example, “          , ” undeniably  excommunicated for blasphemy  
The villainous bark, scream, “Cultures Dark Theme”
It’s something written from a nightmare’s dream  
If submitted, it would drive the masses into insanity 
Yet, this piece of work prohibits the usage of profanity  
Here’s an example, “          , ” silenced because others must be spared of its inhumanity 
“The World’s Playground” still waiting to see if it gets banned  
Negligent in comprehending the rules beforehand  
The lyrics uses a word to describe a person who gets paid  
In an ideal world, I could just switch the rhyme to being laid 
Here’s an example, “              ,” my apologies for the cross realm alabaster masquerade  
Finally, “Unzipped Apple Core,” was written as a rant indeed 
Bitten by the fire ant, I was hoping it would supplant a seed  
But apparently the flying monkey festival has everyone strapped to a ticking time bomb  
Another useless firework display to a bromide poem, so turn the page to end this sitcom  
The doctor said, "Take this. It will cure the social disease” 
So, for my last supper please, I would like some wine and cheese  

Updated 5/14/2019
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.

Bromance

Bromance?
A rivalry?
An ironic remark?
A sense of superiority?
Bromide!
© Esther Yau  Create an image from this poem.

Platitudes

Tired platitudes for the pain to drown,
The bridled tongue will keep the fire bound.
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.

Exalting paupers with a golden crown.
Creating hero’s with exalted sound.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.

If our words of truth would be met with frown,
Would we eulogize and then chest proud pound?
“A dose of bromide helps the words go down.”

Embellished sackcloth still an ugly gown.
Vapid faces prefer the truth go round.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.

If only flattery we dare be shown,
Could weakling hearts bear the weight of truth found?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.

When counsel concealed from one who is lown,
For what good cause could such ones be renowned?
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down?
© MD Johnson  Create an image from this poem.


Dr Harold Shipman

The case report of a serial killer who worked at several hospitals as a respiratory therapist is presented.The suspect was initially labeled a benevolent Angel of Death who ended the suffering of elderly patients through mercy killing. However,his subsequently declared motive for homicide was very different from other similar cases in medical settings. The application of new analysis techniques for the detection of pancuronium bromide injection in a series of aged exhumation tissues gave positive results and led to the resultant conviction of the therapist.
Note.Dr Zafar Supari killer.

Premium Member The Babbitt and the Bromide





Oh boy what a pair
The Babbitt and the Bromide
I speak of Kelly and Astaire

Gluttonous Heresy

These ideals I avoid
Perplex me most annoyed
So wrapped up in myself
Faith kneels down on a shelf
Lost beyond conceit here
This azure mirage sphere
Claims my journeys aren't done
Since trials have just begun

I let you down again
Rage abhors the brakeman
My blood denies its roots
While my consciousness loots
Belief denies assent
This foul bile shall ferment
Dissolving from within
Pasts fixed with a clothespin

Just what spawns this wild hair?
I'm still trudging nowhere
Hoping won't stop my slide
Staggering from bromide
Pupils reveal my loss
Those dots can't reach across
That vast gap in between
What my third eye has seen

My rods and cones race off
When truth and faith face-off
Behind suns where you hide
Outbursts lurk deep inside
Far too brilliant to face
In our system's crankcase
Blazes fume from passions
Ebbing holy rations

Prayers burn as they stroke you
From caustic residue
I don't deserve your trust
Since toxins sear robust
Holes within your design
And visions most divine
Dash from my open eye
Begging for your reply
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Bumblebee Honey

I've never seen a Bumblebee
Lose a fight with a Snapdragon
No, not ever!
Each time they meet
That painted prince of prowess
Pries open the dragon's jaws
And deftly crawls inside
To win the blooming battle
To steal the coveted prize. 

In fact, no brazen bromide
Can subdue that cheery bumbler
That fuzzy buzzing, dragon busting
Blossom bobbing, flower trusting
Petal popping, nectar bringing
Black and yellow, striped stinging
Pollinating, sugar sipping
Salivating, skinny dipping
fellow.

Girls of Ix C 2017

Gems of world - all girls my pride
Are happy and make so when tried;
Drashti & Mansi – best friends tied
To another as a fly to sugar when spied.
Sanjana and Dhruvi with all stride 
Ahead to make others deride.
They are my charms and pride -
Intelligently innocent, and guide
For me and class in our collide.
Lucky is a silent asteroid
Who bursts in hostel wide.
Darshana innocently flied
In hostel during Yoga allied
With Udita who always denied
To be a part of Yoga, but tried
To save skin by moving aside
When problems don’t subside.
Meshwa and Tamanna – bromide;
Burst in class if one belied.
All nine gems of Akbar’s I vied
In my sweet angels without snide
I hope they’ll never forget my bestride 
For them and come in my cyanide.

Abetment

Q.1.What causes sudden death??
A.Blocked or reduced flow of oxygen 
rich blood to the heart muscle cause
Sudden death..
Q.2.What is angina??
A.Chest pain caused by restricted blood
flow to the heart muscle..
Q.3.What is heart attack??
A.Blocked blood flow to the heart..
Q.4.What is heart failure??
A.Heart is unable to pump blood Properly..
Q.5.What is stroke??
A.If you cut off oxygen rich blood supply to
The brain it is stroke..
Q.6.What is intermittent claudication??
A.A condition in which obstruction of the 
arteries restricts blood supply to leg muscles..
Q.7.What is ABPI??
A.ABPI is ankle brachial Pressure..
Q.8.What is CHD??
A.Congenital heart defect is CHD..
Q.9.What is CNS injection??
A.Sodium thiopental is CNS injection which induces
hypnosis and anesthesia..
Q.10.What is neuromuscular agent??
A.Pancuronium bromide Neuromuscular agent paralyzes body’s voluntary muscles and lungs and blocks movement and speech Summun Bukmun Umyun Zafar Supari Pagal Nashai Wehmi Nafsiati game over...

Modern Appetite

Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch

"Women, wine, song ..."

It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease

and pale salacious oils, it would ease 
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.

It lived on TV fare, wore pinafores,
slurped sugar-coated gumballs, gobbled S’mores.
When gas ensued, it burped and farted. ’Course,

it thought aloud, my wife will leave me. Whores
are not so damn particular. Divorce
is certainly a settlement, toujours!

A Tums a day will keep the shrink away,
recalcify old bones, keep gas at bay.
If Simon says, etcetera, Mother, may

I have my hit of calcium today?

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No Vilification

Do you think milk ?
The medicine, 
had already become 
a bromide.

One benign question,
opened the potential
of conflict. The fan- 
tasy ? Golden knife ?

Devastating me. Car-
essing the dark, did 
you stop by the moon 
to say hello ?

Unmasking the secret? 
of immortality ? Ephebic. 
You were always lying 
to yourself.

Rose Bengal Test Rbt

Pancuronium Bromide can be detected by
Evaluation of the fluorometric determination
in blood, serum, and urine.Pancuronium can
be detected in blood and urine by ion-pair 
extraction and fluorometry.Materials were
taken from dead body.The initial pancuronium 
concentrations were 81 ng/mL in blood and 
532 ng/g in liver.urine specimens were obtained 
from the victim shortly after the suspected assaults.
The samples were initially tested fluorometrically 
using Rose Bengal dye as a pairing agent.Both were 
presumptively positive for pancuronium chromatography.

Chemical Drink Inj

Damage to one's spinal cord brain nerves or the convergence of nerves and muscle causes paralysis.The damage disallows signals to be relayed from the nerves to the brain,resulting in an inability to move the affected body part or parts.Pancuronium bromide(Pavulon)is used to cause muscle paralysis and respiratory arrest and potassium chloride to stop the heart..Zafar Suparis Favourite Injection Game,, Pagal Wehmi Nashai Nafsiati...

Premium Member Bromide

No pride

Hair dyed

She lied

He cried

Love died

She sighed

Premium Member everything's fine

Paris is about attitude and the art of slow living, where nothing’s urgent and everything’s fine.

But if you’re in school, that’s not true. I just began a group project (gp), and to paraphrase William Shakespeare, the storm has come again! GPs are big affairs with slow moving parts, like conceptualization and collaboration - and all that happens before any actual work is done.

Some cultures treat deadlines like casual suggestions but I get absolutely hinky in the loom of deadlines - I pace, chew fingernails and fret.
The other day, a TA (teaching assistant) asked me if I was trying to “prove something.”
The French invented ‘laze faire.’ after all, but I’m American enough to have dismissively said,
“I’d like to prove I can complete the assignment on time.”

Let’s get poet-y..

A trial comes, like a cloud, so dark it should thunder
but there’s no bromide, offer of shelter or tent to mock the storm,
it’s for us - as strangers - to return results which opinion crowns fair.
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Let’s sing the blues:
O.K. I'll Play the Blues - Deanna Bogart
Emotions and Math - Margaret Glaspy
Preachin' Blues by Larkin Poe

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