Best Cure Poems
When smoke consumes clear horizons,
manipulating corridors of the mind,
beckoning imminent afflictions
poetry is the remedy.
A poet's first eternal love,
forming an authentic bond.
A tonic of silent expressions
creating a potion of poetic confessions.
When the soul
reignites the muse,
stars become brighter,
the sun mightier and majestic,
the moon mysteriously tranquil
so we weave words of wisdom.
When emotive ink becomes the essence,
that flows deeper than rivers of blood,
piercing through ruptured veins
we express words the tongue cannot utter.
Poetry never broke my heart,
my poems are forever faithful.
When passages of life become obscure
unwind the mind, for poetry is the cure.
Simple Musing
The Silent One
26 January 2019
Pondering a l o n e on melancholy,
As pain keeps me far from being jolly,
Those black clouds and the sun h i d i n g behind
the rain-kissed breeze blow crisp thoughts to my mind,
Wondering, I hone my p o e t i c skills,
Inspired by c r e a t i o n's mind boggling thrills,
The duet of birds w a f t s through rhythmic rain,
As words b u i l d up midst the m a z e of my brain,
Wandering through known recesses of m i n d,
My muse roused from sleep, I gladly now find
refreshing r e f l e c t i o n s from Nature's well
b r e a k my spirit free from w o e b e g o n e spell.
09/25/17
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You turn and risk two smiling eyes my way as I walk in..
how pretty you look sitting upright in that little bed.
Quietly whisper, how well your bridal gown now would fit,
imagining our dream wedding dance in your fever'd head.
And do you still hear the sweet music of the love we made,
in a different room, full of flowers, where children bloomed?
Those memories savored now, where you, my heart's saviour laid,
the shadows drowned by your brilliant glow in musky perfume.
Tired nurses and CNA's steal a glance behind misty glasses,
at a star'y eyed groom longing to see his bride in prime.
Unafraid of death's grasp, I pulled away your tear-filled mask,
dared kiss two lips in precious life that hugged me one more time.
If loving you proved lethal, or a lingering disease,
then let it linger. I need no cure for what's shared within.
Warm hands and laughing eyes so cherished., I'm now loath to leave..
so please stay here with me, sharing in all that love was meant.
Tom's facemask sports a charming smile
For Cheerios - that's British style
But Putin's staff
Can't help but laugh
Tom's munching Marmite all the while!
Come
close dear,
trauma bond
with dark desire,
that no dull moments
may slow down pace of life,
though the side effect is pain,
which will cause endless suffering,
till we reach the point of exhaustion,
wasting this gift of life bestowed by God.
Thus spake the devil, disguised as ego,
which the confused soul took as itself,
lost in life’s maze, dead man walking,
trapped by demons mind conjured,
though strangely always free,
when thoughts are rested
and when love sparks
warmth of bliss
when souls
kiss.
If I could be anything, I would be an enzyme.
Grown in dandelions as they are plentiful, and free,
And unappreciated now by some.
Maybe also I could be in clover.
A healing enzyme.
My catalytic action would be simply this.
I would retrain cancer cells to swallow,
Digest and eliminate themselves.
On a regular basis, daily, almost before
They got started.
So cancer would be eliminated by one drop
Of dandelion tea. That would be all that would
Be needed, and it might also be all one could
Stomach.
If I was an enzyme.
Joe the scientist came up with a cure
Nasty virus it would kill he was sure
Didnt taste too sweet
Stunk of smelly feet
It was made from the finest pig manure...
A great discovery the whole world said
Great praises were placed on Joe's head
But something was wrong
And not just the pong
They all got infected with swine flu instead...
He's now known as Pig Joe who fell from grace
Struggled to cope with the shame and disgrace
His life's now a mess
He suffers from stress
Joe's left home and he's vanished without trace...
Written 19th March 2020.
Claims to fame through healing
Cultivating strong pills
Capturing special brews
Curing virus’ and bugs
Coming through for illness
Catching colds before they
Cause some deathly ailment
Pleiades Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
October 3, 2020
It’s one of life’s greatest delight
Fights physical, emotional parasite
Boost your system when you feel weak
It’s distinctive, pleasurable and unique
Popular with its attractive chemical substance
It relish sweetness in abundance
It’s energetic, timeless and pure
It’s the best natural cure
It smoothen and calms when it gets tough
As addictive as love, you can’t get enough.
Get your honey, don’t wait too long
You’d realize you should have had it all along.
If ever you feel lonely, just watch a scary horror movie.
You won't feel alone anymore very shortly.
the world is on pause
holding its breath
while heroes
work their magic
they’ll find a cure
of that we’re sure
but things never to be the same
our innocence
and vulnerability
both took a catastrophic hit
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~COVID 2020~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The world has screamed through masks
Of silent anxieties, hiding beneath
Liquid sterility and haunting innuendos
The world has prayed for a new dawn
To take the place of this fear
Locked up inside a heart who pounds
Darkness, dread and daunting
Deaths
The world has longed for a second chance
To color life in hues of hope
Yet it is blinded by tragedy and worry
Endless feelings of loss and loneliness
Left behind from the sorrows
The world has gone from bad to worse
In the hands of a distant horror
Found on the threads of shady thoughts
Which have left us all with a hopeless
Reluctance to go back to the place
Normal embraced
The world is ruled by fear today
And God is a God of love – He is love
So fight the blackness of dismay
And listen to the kindness and hope
Found in the One we all pray to
He will heal our hearts and our thoughts!
Global Reset 21 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
June 5, 2021
Under the wheel of time
we are in threat
"AIDS" is roaring
like a wild tiger,
jailed in a cage.
Attacking us
with sharp teeth & nail.
We are human beings
we are having a brain
we are having AK-47
But, with extreme poignant
and profound grief,
It is revealed that-
we could not shoot it out
It's a challenge,
it's a threat......
I have seen very close,
People captured by that evil
looking like skeleton
covered with a skin.
It's a curse, It's a sin.
Their eyes are fitted in two pots
containing a glass of tear.
Please don't chide them,
they are shuddering
just with shame and fear.
They are living like a dead body
with no hope and no future.
We are human beings-
we are having truth
we are having trust
Time will come, "AIDS"
you have to hands up,
you have to surrender.
But in my view,
it is better to follow,
"Prevention is better than cure".
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Note: Special poem on "ÄIDS" on the eve of "World Health Day".
Headaches cure all
Colombian, Java… works
Coffee black and strong
By eve roper 11/2/2014
i dont mean to be pathetic
wishing my phone would sound
the little things the biggest
my ear lay to the ground
waiting for that signal
reception just a symbol
i tried to keep it simple
heart crashing like a cymbal
every thing i see kindly a reminder
where I want to be out of place
stealing the covers id like to find her
lately my bed is having too much empy space
i guess never say never
sometimes i know better
since I ever met her
my heart wouldnt forget her
quest for my questionin to be quenched
matters of this nature puts people in a pinch
my best for blessings stuck by a wrench
disaster while riding despite tightening a cinch
i made my bed now rest assured
manifest destiny my only cure
my arms not as long like I preferred
let it go, watch, help it grow, I concur