Best Cough Poems
Can you forget that piece of cheese
that you inhaled? Oh, just a crumb it was.
But breathing while chewing, then choking!
Was it Cheddar, Cheshire?
Or that Limburger, Parmesan?
But, oh, that piece of cheese!
Not a morsel you'll forget,
or a temporary amnesia that will bring you peace.
A double Gloucester, some feta or mozzarella?
What about that Parmigiana-Reggiano?
Better, far better, not to inhale
a piece of cheese. It's peace you need.
(8 Jan 2024)
Cough,
O this endless cough
Don't know what is this
Asthma or tuberculosis
Allergy or real disease
Cough in the morning
Cough in the evening
Where to find the cure?
I consult to the doctor
But still,
No cure.
above the metronomic constant dripping of a tap
and the deep and heavy ticking of an old grandfather clock
sounds seeped through a window where the night air found a gap:
a cough!
- then silence.
..then a key inside a lock.
COUGH! SPUTTER!
Jack be nimble Jack be quick
Tried to jump over a candlestick
He didn’t jump clear
It disappeared
Now he’s spittin out wick
Dave Austin
Cough Drops and applesauce
Is what the doctor gave to me
I don't mean to complain
But in my side
I feel a great big pain
And doctors orders I'll oblige
It is bad enough
Every day is getting tough
And now I am just out of luck
Stuck with nothing but a cough
It's been driving me insane
Living here in all this pain
It has made my life a very hard thing
I really don't want to complain
But I've been left out in the pouring rain
And tomorrow is another day
Same to come, same old way
Thyme
for tea-
or herbal
remedy for
thee
A nick across the bedroom Door
My eager Love bawled out "Score!"
I told Him :"My Baby..
Not this jiffy today
'Cause no sir,No more white on this floor"
deep in the valley
cumulus congestus skies
coughing up a storm
Also Entry For
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When I was young, a coughing child
Who followed Mom’s commands
Would quickly cover up his mouth
With both his little hands.
Of course, he likely spread his germs
To all that he would touch
But years would pass and protocol
Would not change very much.
Today, however, that’s taboo.
You’ll get a nasty look
If coughs or sneezes aren’t caught
In your arm’s closest crook.
I have to thus remind myself,
(The older way’s ingrained)
But lately in my armpit
My contagion has remained.
I wonder why it took so long
To add up two and two
And decide a cough in hand contains
Some germs within that goo.
The past three months, since November
I have had a terrible cough.
It serves no purpose, there is no mucus and no echoes in my chest.
Just a dry, pointless cough.
The Doctors tell me it will pass, my lungs are fine.
"Loads of people have got it."
How many people?
No-one I know suffers from it.
They say there is nothing they can give me.
There must be, what is modern medical science for?
I just want to feel normal please!
This cough, in certain ways though,
has been a blessing.
It meant I could no longer smoke lovely Marijuana.
This has led to a 'clean' mind and life.
Being clean is rewarding to my thoughts.
The point I am at in life, requires I stay clean.
Except for a cough.
I can sort it all out, fortunes, plans and dreams are aligning.
This cough has become a part of my everyday life.
I am aware that every-time I splutter it out,
I seem infected and ill.
This is not contagious, I swear.
After erupting ache at the first,
the silence curled in the chest
To tread lightly on Planet Earth
To dive in with a tiny weeny splash
To cover your cough and not foul the air with smoke
To ardently proclaim earth's preservation
is an altruistic axiomatic asseveration to Gaia.
snowflakes call my name
i answer with coat in hand
the sky wins the bet
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me;
one dose of Covid,
breathless and restless,
tire and fatigue,
loose bowels and sickness,
sore throat and acne,
phlegm, cough and sneezes,
acute loss of smell,
aches and pains,
cycling high fever,
and a lung full of pure misery.
This winter's cough that heckles me
Harasses my health, and saps my confidence
That I can survive the misery
Of microbe wars and pestilence
Raging at my blindness and innocence
For I have never met any face to face
Never wronged them
Nor see to intrude into their space
But they drowning me with phlegm
Make this invasion personal
Refusing to live with me as marginals
I would surrender
And go to sleep, go to sleep
Filled with the doctor's narcotic and helplessness
Coded in his bottles and boxes of medication
I would surrender
But I cannot yield, life is only expectation
And through the hacking night
My throat a living hell hold back my songs
Of tenderness and delight
For something in me is never sweet
When I come out to fight
This is my body, mine alone
My temple, and my universe
It shall not be my hearse
It shall not be my hearse