Best Cancers Poems
I am your god
You worship at my altar
Yet I offer you no salvation
My glassed fingers
Boiling liquid answers
Hypothesis's inconsistencies
I promise
I entice
Stretching minds to new possibilities
Some are offered health and wellness
Comfort
Ecstasy
I am virility in a blue pill
Cancers enemy
A diabetic's reason to celebrate
I am a surgeons hand
I am more
Yet I take
I wound
I baffle
You are unable to wield my power
I am atomic
Power to warm
Light your darkened hallways
Melt the skin from your bones
I am disappearing ozone
The death of your oceans
Viruses strengthened by your wisdom
I am the answers to questions you don't wish answered
I point you to another
Yet you are blind
You cannot see
You worship at my altar
Yet I offer no salvation
Personifying Science contest.
Written September 14th 2013
Categories:
cancers, science,
Form:
Personification
9/11 Attacks
The day began like any other
The sun rose, scattering to work,
Settling into their day, with a smirk.
8.46am thousands of lives, would change,
North Twin Tower was hit by a plane,
People thought, NO, that’s insane.
News came to those, yes it was true,
Some knew and others didn’t have a clue.
Terror attacks was announced
Disbelief from civilians, on the ground.
9.03am, no, not again
The South Tower was hit, oh Amen.
Survivors running for their lives,
Passing the dead, that, they did dread.
Parts of bodies everywhere,
We had no time, to stop to care.
We had to get out, as fast as we could,
Everyone knew, that was understood.
People jumping from the towers,
Things happened in minutes,
Which seem liked hours.
Flights hijacked, 93,77 and 175
All the passengers, tried their best
To stay alive.
Life that day, was out of control,
When the buildings were demolished
It left, a great big hole.
90 countries, lost loved ones,
Firefighters, military
And police, are many of the rescue Workers,
that now rest in peace.
Estimated up to 19,000
In the towers upon attack,
So hard to believe
That this maybe fact.
Years later, people still dying,
To the families, related this
Is terrifying.
Exposed toxins from ground zero,
Pregnancy losses, cancers
No one can find answers.
A memorial was made
For all to see,
A reminder of life,
No one would disagree.
Pay your respect, for those we lost,
And say a prayer,
For no extra cost.
This moment in history,
the world will remember,
Let’s come together,
United we stand,
Hand in hand,
Let’s show the world what we can withstand.
Categories:
cancers, america, courage, deep, encouraging,
Form:
Aries must learn danger with their own toddler test.
Taurus grasp emotions from the feel in their chest.
Geminis wish for words hearers clearly digest.
Cancers thrive in a neat, loving family nest.
Leos strive to lead infused with praise about their best.
Virgos shelve their dreams for duties that sternly pest.
Libras view couple love as perfect life's peak crest.
Scorpios forget naught, hiding all in mind's vest.
Sag needs outdoor adventure per their soul’s request.
Capricorns need for perfection is not a jest.
Aquarians hear their own drum and march with zest.
Pisces bear any news without shock or unrest.
Categories:
cancers, appreciation, character,
Form:
Monorhyme
Love Never Dies
Tonight, will be hard, tomorrow even worse
I’m sorry for your pain and cancers dreaded curse
Too young for death, one last traveled road
God, please give them strength to shoulder this load
You will see many paths, choose wisely which to take
Maybe you’ll get a visit, tonight before you wake
Hold your head high and be proud of your choice
Twenty-five years gone and I can still hear her voice
Do mothers really die? Maybe, but not for me
She lives in my heart; when I look, I still see
9/7/21
Mark Koplin
Categories:
cancers, cancer, death, mom,
Form:
Couplet
THE WEAK ARE BEING
PREYED UPON.
MOST DON'T HAVE A CLUE.
GLOBALIST HAVE A GOAL.
THEIR GOAL, CONTROLLING YOU.
BIG PHARMA HAS YOUR DNA.
WHAT DO YOU THINK
THEY'LL DO?
GENETICALLY MODIFY
HUMAN BEINGS?
THAT MEANS ME AND YOU.
TECHNOLOGY IS A DANGER.
WHEN IN WICKED HANDS.
ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE CONTROLLED
TO FALL PREY TO THEIR DEMANDS.
THERE ARE THOSE, WHO BELIEVE,
FREE WILL IS NOT YOUR RIGHT.
IF THE MASSES ELEVATE
CONSCIOUSNESS.
THEY WILL LOSE THEIR FIGHT.
THEIR FIGHT TO CONTROL
THE POPULOUS.
EVERYTHING WE THINK SAY AND DO.
THEY REFUSE, TO RELINQUISH
POWER.
WHICH IS AUTHORITY OVER YOU.
TRANSHUMANISM
ISN'T SOMETHING NEW.
IT'S BEEN AROUND FOR MANY YEARS.
NANO CHIPS INSIDE YOUR HEAD?
AN ATTEMPT TO QUELL THEIR FEARS.
WHEN THEY CONTROL THEIR TECHNOLOGY,
PLANTED IN OUR HEADS.
THEY CONTROL WITH A CLICK OF A
MOUSE IF WE LIVE OR SHOULD BE DEAD.
BIG PHARMA IS NOT RESPONSIBLE
FOR THE VACCINE RELATED DEAD.
TELECOMS AND COMMUNICATIONS
NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CANCERS
OF THE HEAD.
SOME POLITICIANS ARE BOUGHT
AND PAID FOR.
SOME ELITIST LIKE TO BOAST.
INTERNATIONAL CORPORATIONS
BELIEVE THIS DESERVES A TOAST.
POPULATION CONTROL
THROUGH GENOCIDE
IS A FORM OF EXECUTION.
ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
WILL LEAD TO A REVOLUTION.
I TIP MY HAT TO THE TRUCKERS.
WHO DECIDED TO MAKE A STAND.
ATTEMPTING TO SAVE OUR
FREEDOMS OUR LIVES AND OUR
LANDS.
I AM JUST A POET.
JUST WRITING WHAT I SEE.
WHEN IT COMES TO FREEDOM.
FREEDOM IS NEVER FREE.
Michael E. Harris
02112022
Categories:
cancers, education, freedom, humanity, identity,
Form:
Free verse
My tears of gratitude incessantly have flowed
at these, your tenderly written intrepid words
Lifted my wilted feathers to fly with noble birds
For, ever with illness thrust upon my life was sowed
I’ve stood my ground and could not then be mowed
In childhood words were tossed; barbs were thrown
could weakness of body be my spirits only path?
Shoulders broad to shield my pain and wrath
I ran for shame to hide my broken plaintive moan
To relive those days in secret when I’m grown
Through cancers grasp I reaped the winning fight
Release my sigh on lifted wings sewn tenacious strong
You thought me weak, now see how you were wrong
My faith has led me through my challenged night
With torch in hand I reach to touch the dancing light
9-4-2020
Courage Contest- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
cancers, courage, strength,
Form:
Quintilla
There is reason why evil
has persisted, Man does not
wisely use his power, rejecting
God's council, a Better Plan – the
devil having no power, but for
the power given him by God's Man.
We are co-conspirators, feigned
ignorance no panacea nor bliss...
on what Christ Loves the Devil uses
a pulverizing fist –
Free Will has glorious Manifestation –
but such freedom does not
come without risk – let not
one's lesser ego, lead to internal
cancers, electing to office bloody stools
and piss....
Categories:
cancers, environment, humanity, introspection, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
Cancer it breaks cancer it takes
It erodes and corrodes body and soul
Lingers and takes hold cant be stopped or controlled
Terminal is with an apparent ending
Loss of hope and no point in pretending
Life span is against natures clock
Head now on the proverbial block
Spreads with ease the cardinal disease
Painful fulfilment never set to ease
Deterioration quickens as the body weakens
The illness striving towards winning Beacons
Inhabiting this life just day to day living
Illness taking everything with it unforgiving
Maintain dignity the only plea of life left
Cancers taken everything will be till death
Being the shadow of ones former self
A serious turn for the worst inevitable ill health
Oh its just sods law to over through a bad habit
Of smoking only to contract lung cancer damn it
Undetected unnoticed overseen by mere testing
Cancer accumulating cells rapidly and festering
Agonising pain fills ones veins no relief no escape
The moment of death ones lonely never-ending wait
In the last moments the death rattle echo's consumes last breath
The only hope remaining is there's life after death.
Categories:
cancers, cancer,
Form:
Rhyme
The Time is Hear to Disengage
Mother and Daughter have turned the page
A sad life event
That I will No Longer let take center stage
My Darling Child
Loved You Dear
Abused
Crushed
Beaten
My Little Doves Soul was Your Cancers Treat
Fragments
Fragile
Shadows
Fills Her day
As she Stumbles to find Her way
Family and Friends
Embracing Us along the way
Leading Us Both
To Truly Trust Again Someday.........
Categories:
cancers, betrayal, daughter, faith, freedom,
Form:
Name
Dr. George Gey from Johns Hopkins Hospital
Was looking for cells that would be reproducible
Of their own accord for the benefit of medicine
And lo and behold one day found the perfect specimen
And how he acquired it didn't rattle his conscience
Because there weren't any rules then that governed the science
So he made them immortal or maybe God did that
Then he gave them to others who sold them for profit
And the cells multiplied and aided discovery
And they probably will help cure cancer one day
But where did they come from, the specimen's human?
Those cells were extracted from a mother, wife, woman
Poor Henrietta or maybe Loretta
Was a work-a-day lady who hailed from Virginia
She married her cousin and bore him five children
Then after the war steel work took them to Maryland
One winter's day Hennie felt her womb knotted
"Hennie," said Day, "we should go to Johns Hopkins"
"Henrietta, you're pregnant but there's something else growing
And what's in your system for sure we're not knowing"
So commencing the testing and treatment for cancers
But for all of the prodding came not any answers
At age thirty-one Henrietta died painful
And to her baby Deborah she'd be a guiding angel
So imagine her shock when she learned about HeLa
The cell line immortal that came from her mama
As reporters and charlatans flocked to their family
Some of them claimed they could gather owed money
But more than the money was the need to acknowledge
What their mother had given and pay her due homage
So bear with me now as I offer this paraphrase
Of the beautiful refrain that her headstone articulates:
In loving memory of phenomenal Hennie
A woman wife mother who touched the lives of many
Here lies HeLa her cells helping mankind eternally
As the Love forever to you from your family
Categories:
cancers, health, science,
Form:
Ballad
Ukraine, the then USSR
Has man's intelligence gone to far
Or is carelessness on a greater scale
Where lessons not learnt
Were sure to fail
Radiation
We have been here before
Long Island, and Little Big Boys score
Devastation on life and land
In Chernobyl, our legacy stands
Fall out was large on a grand scale
More than Hiroshima, another man's fail
The aftermath for years to come
Poisoned, radiated land
No farming growing for generations soon
By that time we'll be living on the moon
Cancers rife like never before
Thyroid, mainly in kids
A needless sore
This radiation world we all live in
Will it become man's ultimate sin
Categories:
cancers, natural disasters
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere on this pretty planet,
There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.
On righteous wings glory’s noose,
Hangs the head of war’s best muse,
Her eyes befit the worst of times,
The look, the stare defies all rhymes.
Reaching into forgotten tales,
History chose armored males,
Dusty tomes on hidden shelves,
Books in tongues for tiny elves.
Here’s to He who broke the bread,
A promise too many came instead,
Land so fertile flowers swooned,
Food to heal the people’s wound.
Abundance wreaks what dreams deny,
Riches breach thy neighbors cry,
Winds begin like soft whispers pass,
Fear the tempest that might amass.
No one heard the approaching storm,
The blind saw not the eyeless worm,
Man’s great cities it came to breed,
A pathos so hungry it began to feed.
The poor of mind hailed this time,
Its witless soldiers stuck in crime,
But this was no Christian phase,
Powerful waves, everyone pays.
Morning took hold, the sky was dark,
The bow was bent and knew its mark,
A book of facts, a thousand lies,
Verse so deep frozen beauty cries.
With thunder’s yoke rains wash took hold,
On tides ebbed out went all once old,
Upon spring flowers hope took turn,
Lime and ashes make death’s love yearn.
Once the deluge heavy airs broke,
Weeds and vermin went with a stroke,
Poison and bile, cancers two friends,
Fell to the grounds hungry amends.
Trees laughed loud and grew their hair,
Opulent green color’d the air,
The crowds were gone, the coast was clear,
Butterfly songs for all to hear.
Know you man’s hopeless devices,
Always waiting for a crisis,
To stick a sword in another’s heart,
Man’s most pathetic lost dead art.
Wolves and tigers follow no rules,
Never betting on prudish tools,
Blaming not the world as given,
Their jaws obey love’s laws arisen.
Eons ago a vow was made,
Years before words lost to trade,
The path before you poets know,
Only your heart can make life glow.
Pointed fingers hide three blind mice,
Beware of crowds and mob’s advice,
J’accuse writ large holds guilt away,
Thumbs up to She who holds her sway.
Categories:
cancers, allegory, allusion, conflict, creation,
Form:
Ballad
Sleepless, with defeat...
when night is black and what is left
is time turning back on promises
The sugar coated world askew
What happened to the world I knew?
My head in sand? Was it a joke?
Have I only seen the best of times,
and what is left declines , declines...
The news of grim, and smoke, and rage
has filtered down and I sink in
beyond the edge where I can't bear
another sound of death or war,
of senseless crime against the pure.
I can't command my heart to heal
or hands to cure those in despair
I peel the covers from my bed
and take an aspirin for my head
and click remote and choke on war,
or some new evil presence near.
What happened to the hope I knew?
I'm left bereft, again, again
A violent mess the world is in
I try to keep my dreams alive
and turn the clock back frequently,
when all seemed right in my small world,
when rules were rules, not this confused.
Of course, I know it wasn't real
The world is cruel, has always been,
and yes it is naive' of me
to think it not, to want a shot
at fantasy
So I must write, and be requite, spend dead of night
with thoughts of kindness, wearing blinders.
By day, I must embrace a world bereft, of life and death,
Of Isis, crisis, snipers, takers, rapers, starving children bearing rifles,
headline breakers, heartache makers
I take them all to bed with me
These cancers love the pitch of night, and grow without control
stalking me, my peace of mind
The nights for sleeping often die
sleepless, with defeat
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For Charlotte's Contest: 7/31/15
Categories:
cancers, confusion, emotions, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
(Every year on August 6, Japanese people observe
the Hiroshima day by releasing hundreds of white pigeons
in the blue sky of peace memorial park, the then bomb
blast area. I visited that area on the Hiroshima day of 1999)
____________________________________________________
I still smell the smoke of
an atomic bomb blast
There were a lot of broken buildings
and human remnants in the museum
and the memorial parks……
Many people were victims of leukemia
Still many suffering from skin cancers
and genetic disorders…….
I still smell the smoked flesh and blood of
human beings in the air of Hiroshima
I still hear the voice of hundreds of
unsatisfied souls in the sky of Nagasaki…….
No more Hiroshima
No more Nagasaki……
Categories:
cancers, cancer, death, , memorial,
Form:
Light Verse
Sitting alone in the magazined room
Reading health trends at our local GP.
There was a group of eight, down and out,
Thinking there’s places we’d all rather be.
I hear my name, “Yes, this should be quick”,
I go and sit on the examination table.
This doc should be able to fix everything up,
A few pills to make me feel stable.
He then gets a call, leaves with a smile.
“Bugger” I hear myself think.
So I sit there and observe the eye charts,
Reading glasses, computers and little white sink.
And this gets me thinking, I wonder what ills
People come here to this surgery to fix?
Who needs the penlight, hammer, and scale?
Who needs the tongue depressing lips?
Are these for acne, sore arms, sore legs,
Colds, sneezing fits, small limps or runny noses?
How many are hypochondriacs just wanting a talk,
Saying they’re allergic to little red roses?
But then I see the defibrillator, catheters,
Blood pressure gauge, gloves and needles.
It’s clear some folks are really crook, with arthritis,
Strokes, cancers or measles.
So I get off my overblown, inflated high horse,
And appreciate what this doc goes through.
And then he returned, diagnosed my affliction.
Smiling he said “Rest, drink water and use a tissue”.
Categories:
cancers, appreciation, health, people,
Form:
Quatrain