Best Curable Poems
Injection to let you fly through the air,
Nobody to look at you or downwards stare.
Bottle, a liquid to change hair colour to a permanent shade,
Just the right amount for your own liking, not to fade.
And a tablet for skin colour, again any colour,
Most teenagers go for purple so as to tower.
Laser zap with ease eradicates your cancer flare,
Completely curable now, without radiation’s glare.
No MND, MD or dwarfism abound,
With genetic editing there’s a muscular sound.
Only problem is kids want to design on their iPads,
Their future kids, but the law says that the natural adds.
We’re working on building the robotic-man assistant,
For the home where parents are not ambivalent.
Categories:
curable, body, future, health, racism,
Form:
Couplet
I reach into the attic of repressed memories
To vague dreams that could’ve been realised
That once seemed so vast and infinite
And all things possible and significant
To find a dusty disillusioned self portrait
Of how life’s been truly portrayed
Too gangly and uncoordinated to run
Introverted and deprived of fun
The starving kids in Ethiopia
I would grow to offer them a Utopia
A warm shelter and some clothes
An education and a bag of oats
When hunger hindered innocence’ play
Curable disease on their souls preyed
A great man wealthy and noble
Would rise to champion his people
Painting the dark continent brighter days
With love our greatest gift to the human race
And return some of it to orphans stolen by AIDS
When I become the President of the United States
08-20-2015
Contest:
Silent One's Childhood dreams
Categories:
curable, childhood, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
One foot by one foot
by six foot deep
the chemical waste
of a money pit
broke her parents
on the cost of health
one foot wide
one foot long
and six foot deep
A hundred nights of over time
a thousand tears of hope
reassurance spilled by garbage
with so many pretentious prognostics
gave her this
the cure within reach
and side effects may outweigh
all the potential benefits
One foot wide
and six feet deep
one foot long
in the chemical pit
broke her parents
for the price of health
for two years old
and meet the doctors bill
A medical inconsistency
and it’s death by radiology
life by sickness
incurable
curable
a promissory note
an I.O.U
glued to her tombstone
One foot by one foot
and six foot deep
and death by arrogance
death by a pin prick
and death in the end
by the ego
of so many doctors
Categories:
curable, death of a friend,
Form:
Free verse
A LONG SHOT
My doc ,lousy smile on lips
White fumes emitting, my disease
Panic syndrome ,
Curable, Time heals .
Chillness creeping leeches
Stripped delusions, fear flows
Veins shrnk
Life cling on hanger
Paranoid schizophrenia
.Fever smear blue dye
Over brain
Shuddered ,desperatly looking
I could see her snoring facing the wall.
My pal far away
On rocky land ,knows nothing .
Tracy, that spiritted negress sings
'Gimme your life
I shall purify it with a can of petrol'.
Tabs,shots ,scans
Unconditional surrender-
Knotted threads,mystic chants
Copper plates with primitive scribes
To see, hear , feel
Before final fall
Gas cylinder turned on Odour of death
A flicker, turbulence-
Charred floor caught
In a long freeze shot............
Categories:
curable, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Rationalisation of Explanation
Do not question
The almighty plan
For such are the reprisals of fear
That turn blind despair into adulation
The evident proof
Existent in raped women and children
Irrefutable in famished stomachs
Undisguised in all the suffering
Hangs stark and uncompromising
Humanity through centuries of historical brutality
Has treated us with its incontinent blood
And defiled every precept of love
“Nothing” has come to save us.
But still we cling
Desperate in our own life times
For some semblance of a reason
Prepared to receive the miracle
Which never comes
One day they say
Is one thousand years in the mind of God
And so
All these prayers will never be answered
Not until the human voice
For a millennia has repeated a single word
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called “Human”
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happy
We pass unrealised in all our potential
Having lived our lives in suffering
Nailed up and stripped to idiot faith
In some bland concept of Gods fathers day
Turns every apparent truth
Into the conceivable lies of fools
Explain if you would
The torment
Rationalise by some beliefs excuse of a plan
How God allows this to happen
Faith is a mockery
Which does not accept responsibility
and allows us to close our eyes
And continue to live in luxury
And while mankind persists in its idolatry of God
And passes the buck
To some unknown biblical saviour
Some Messiah who will receive all our sin
Half the world continues starving
Raping, warring, murdering, thirsting
Dieing of curable diseases
Judged by their colour
Living in hovels on rubbish tips
Pogroms of sectarian violence
Racial cleansing
Oil pipelines
And nationalistic patriotic flag waving
God
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called Human
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happily
Exultant
Categories:
curable, lifelife, life,
Form:
Free verse
(20/07/2011)
Hold on,
Let me see your scar
Is it deep or only a scratch
Is it curable or permanently tattooed
Your heart’s too clear to be struck
Hold on,
Let me see your tears
Is it salty or only a sweat
Is it stoppable or unmendable
Your eyes are too bright to leak
Hold on,
Why don’t you just take my hands
Together we can build a dam
I’ll lend you my strengths
For from now on, I’ll be your lamp
Categories:
curable, friendship, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I just don't get it experts say diabetes in kids don't respond to meds or insulin.They admits diabetes is preventable and curable by eating better. Explaining that sugary drinks like sodas should be remove from schools to help our kids. So what do they say will solve the problem? Tax on the sugary culprit that's making these kids sick.
I simply can't see the logic in charging a food tax on soft drinks and foods causing this disease. If there's snakes on the plane that's killing the passengers you don't charge a tax to end the suffering. You remove the snakes.
Experts found that diabetes is a diet, nutritious, lifestyle disease. We simply need to eat right. Our young diabetics is having strokes at án early age. They are having fatal heart attacks by age 20.
The thing to do is turn the (weapons) non nutritious foods into (plow shears) food that make well, instead of charging a tax on foods that kill overtime while healthy foods that's more costly gets passed over, out of reach for those unable to pay more.
If those most effected can't afford the cost of a healthy diet how are they to afford the cost of a unhealthy diet. They will be forced to continue eating unhealthy just paying more to do so. I simply don't see the logic.
I just don't get it, but I do get it.
Money is the root strengthing the thinking behind this logic to charge a tax on foods that kills rather than cease the manufacturing of this poisons for monetary gains.
We see this same logic in cigarette taxes. Instead of eliminating the nicotine that's causing the cancers, they charge smokers a tax to smoke their cancer sticks. Smokers continue to smoke eventhough cigarettes are costly. I admit anti smoking campaigns and advertisings has worked decreasing the percentage of cigarette smokers from the glory days of "its cool to be a smoker" back in the 1940's and 60's to the smokers of today. Still today new smokers jump on the smoke wagon at an early age.
So problem solved? I don't see the logic, but I do.
Categories:
curable, death, food, cancer,
Form:
Blank verse
Why Crippled America?
Any presidential nominee thus far,
Anyone ever in long history’s past,
Could’ve called America crippled,
A high look upon disability to cast.
Disability is now curable sometimes,
And healthcare stands sturdily tall,
As a nation’s proudest profession,
As our greatest step and tribal call.
So the analogy to disability power,
The relationship of doctor/patient,
Could be used by any great politician,
To explain his policies and argument.
But I believe that any candidate knows,
To deliberately dismiss this slogan,
To in determination bypass disability,
As a succinct method of explanation.
It’s what goes to make a man great,
A politician tick and get it right,
A women see the good and justice,
Of the Syrian migrant’s plight.
So Trump should be sued, slammed,
By disabled people in a law court case,
For debasing their physiognomy,
For knifing their contributive face.
He does not pertain to disabled people,
Now, after all of that in any way,
And if you are aware of disability,
Then don’t give him the time or day.
Categories:
curable, america, discrimination, image, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
Whether human beings or animals
No one can pretend to be totally free from diseases
Young or old; rich or poor; black or white
All of us are prone to be affected by it.
Ever since the creation of the world
The environment is constantly invaded by micro- organisms
Which makes all creatures vulnerable to sufferings
Innumerable health hazards surround us
A single attack can cause disequilibrium
Some are inborn while others are acquired
Bringing an imbalance in our daily life
Be it physical, mental or psychological
All of them interfere in our daily activities
Even with the extensive development of science
Medicine has its limits
If some illnesses are curable
A few of them are still incurable(HIV).
Many patients recover quite easily
But others have to fight till the last breath
Many diseases are linked with modern life style
And also associated with climatic changes
We must be morally and physically conditioned
To adapt with their impacts
Failure to cope with the situation
Will eventually lead us to depression
We have no other alternative
Than to consider it as our destiny
Because from birth to death
Disease is part and parcel of life
Categories:
curable, death, depression, destiny, psychological,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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
Categories:
curable, emotions, sick, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced
400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent
evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Categories:
curable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
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Relativism is the new absolutism, and CONDEMNATION of evils is being Forsaken. We are losing REVERENCE for God, and our sacred story must be Reawakened. I fear a generation enameled with a PREDILECTION bent on Entitlements. We are ENCOMPASSED with Entertainment and social media Engagements. We are too lost in a secular Wilderness to be concerned with UNEARTHTLINESS. Though curable, APATHY* is one disease that is far-reaching and Sleepy-eyed. CONSTERNATION causes acquiescence, but 'the few' will turn the Tide.
10292018PoSoupContest, 7 Lines, 7 Words: Rhyme, Lu Loo;
*Lamentation 1:12
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Categories:
curable, america, christian, future, god,
Form:
Rhyme
As I kneel to the prominence of a higher understanding with one eye shut tight, a becoming
takes place in existence.
I am the one who has seen the smile of the decietful and have heard the songs of
blasphemy. In all i have kept an un-tainted eye as well as the ability to hear the truth.
I am that soul which has witnessed the dissection of earthly pleasure giving way to
passionate turmoil. Yet I wear the shoes of loyalty and principal as the need for turmoil lays
at my feet.
I am the same one who has been born in and raised by the entity known as pain.
Conversations with this entity has given me an un-precedent accuracy of mind, with a torso
of forged endurance. I have had no greater companion or teacher.
I am he who holds a spirit that must drink from the crying of the sky and be fed by the
sustenance of a world that is hoped for. However this same spirit is intertwined with an un-
curable longing known as desire that will never reach a state of content.
I am this same one who has sat in the presence of murderers, monsters,and those who
appreciate atrocity. yet without a violent tendancy of my own, I have traveled their mind
space and understood their thoughts, gaining their their utmost respect.
I am the one who has visioned the tears of infants that drizzle unto the earth"s soil, bringing
forth rivers, valleys, and never ending forest.
where there is smoke without flame, where there is flame without heat, where principal is
without loyalty.
Where all that matters is endurance of atmosphere...I am.
Categories:
curable, dedicationlonging, endurance,
Form:
My name is Shakeera
But I prefer keekee or keera
I’m sixteen years old
I’m young but I feel old
So many hardships
And bad relationships
People look at me
And judge by what they see
People don’t like me
But they don’t know me
Thinking of me as a hoe
But they just don’t know
Struggling with a sex addiction
Bringing upon my life affliction
Experiencing the streets and prostitution
Ending up with three diseases
And a pain that never ceases
Being rushed to get surgery done
Because I had a cyst the size of a plum
I cried and screamed
Because this wasn’t a dream
Lucky me, they were all curable
But now I’m infertile
My pain is so deep
That it’s hard to fall asleep
Had an eating disorder and did starvation
Along with my parents help and persuasion
Believing when they said I was fat
All I could think of was that
Crying until my eyes turned red
Because I just wanted to be dead
I feel so alone
And like I don’t belong
I have no one to love me
And no one for me to love back
This is all for now
But wait until I come back
I’ll have something that makes your heart clap
Categories:
curable, life, social, pain, love,
Form:
Bio
It hurts, it hurts like hell
For someone to hurt u,
That u thought, u knew so well
I can't explain the pain
It hurts in every vein
Everything's a lie
All u can do is cry
Cry so hard, ur eyes & head hurt
Tears all on ur face & shirt
Could it get any worse?
It's just a curse
Hurt seems to be a disease
That grows on u with ease
Inside, slowly dyin
Symptoms are a broken heart & excessive cryin
Like ur eyes are bleedin non stop
& ur knees weak, u just drop
U just wana be cured, it seems to never heal
U wana be assured, that love is real
U wonder, how does love feel
U've forgotten the feeling of the real deal
Ur so hurt, that ur heart goes numb
But u still feel that hurt,sting, like a prick of a thumb
Gosh, it's an unbearable feeling
& everyday, u hurt more, instead of healing
As soon as u get the least bit of relief
Another bomb is dropped on ur heart & it's back to grief
U wonder when will it stop, when will the pain go away?
It's no medicine for it, so all u do is pray...
.
Categories:
curable, depression, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Alliteration