Best Disinfect Poems
1) Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your arm as if holding a baby. Position forefinger and thumb on either side of the cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As the cat opens it's mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in arm and repeat process.
3) Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw away soggy pill.
4) Take new pill from package and cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut and count to 10 .
5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.
6) Kneel on floor with cat firmly wedged between knees. Hold front and rear paws ignoring low growls emitted by cat. Get partner to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail and take another pill from the package. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set aside for gluing later.
8) Wrap cat in a towel and get partner to lie on top of cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in the end of a drinking straw, force cat's mouth open with pencil and blow down the straw.
9) Check label to see if pill is harmful to humans and drink a pint of beer to take the taste away. Apply band aide to partner's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10) Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed and get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door firmly on neck. Force mouth open with dessert spoon and flick pill down throat with elastic band.
11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.
Drink beer, fetch bottle of Scotch, pour a shot and drink. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect, then toss back another shot.
Throw away remnant of T-shirt and put on a new one.
12) Take cat to vet and get him to give cat the pill.
Here are a few safety tips that will help keep you & your family ssafe
When in doubt, throw it out: Throw out foods with danger-signaling odors. But be aware that most food poisoning bacteria are odorless, colorless and tasteless. Do not even waste a food that is suspect.
Use separate cutting boards for meat and poultry: Don’t use wooden cutting boards. Bacteria can live in the grooves. Sterilize cutting boards in the dishwasher. Consider buying separate colors for meat and fresh foods like veggis and bread.
Wash and disinfect sponges and towels regularly: Launder in a bleach solution.
Avoid cross-combination by washing all surfaces (including your hands) that have been in contact with raw meats, poultry or eggs.
Thaw meats or poultry in the refrigerator, not in the kitchen counter: If you must thaw foods quickly, use cool running water or the microwave
Do not put food on a plate that was used for raw meat or poultry: If you bring your raw steaks, chicken, or burgers to the grill on a platter, get a fresh platter for a final product
Mix foods with utensils, not your hands: Keep hands and utensils away from your mouth, nose and hair
With painted face and silent smiles they light the night so dim,
Oblivious to their stalker and his diabolic whim.
They'd come to sunny Florida to flee Maine's winter snow
And play their silent pantomimes on sidewalks as they go.
But the analyst has programs and experiments to run;
Methodic’ly he thus connects the silencer and gun.
Onlookers claim the analyst did murder them that night,
Then calmly pulled his pencil out, his test's results to write.
But as for wherefores and the whys, when asked of him a reason,
If these are not fair game, he cries, Why call this 'Tourist Season'?
His court appointed council does the best that he is able
To win the jury's pity for this client so unstable.
This man, his sobbing lawyer pleads, was brilliant as a child.
He never was a vicious lad, and next to most, quite mild.
Such things he pondered others wondered, if indeed they never spoke them,
As, to what hue those Smurfs, now blue, would turn, were one to choke them.
The lawyer then begins to quote behavior science stats
Of those who make their living pulling habits out of rats.
If in his heart a man resorts to rationalization
A wrong might seem a right when there's sufficient provocation.
As situations worsen and confusion grows with time;
Seems right, when with a silencer, one shoots a silent mime.
If innocent is how you find there's none 'twould you disparage,
For squelching this inquiring mind would be a grave miscarriage.
Those murders were experiments, not born of animosity;
Performed were they to satisfy a morbid curiosity.
Still the jury found him guilty and to ease his troubled brain,
Ordered soon a lethal potion be injected in his vein.
When asked before the gavel rapped for any final comment,
The killer scratched his head as if his muddled mind to foment.
Yes just one further question in this form of execution
do they disinfect the needle in a sterilized solution?
Written by Gail DeBole
On December 8, 2021
Updated on February 6, 2025
Before his fans entered the funeral’s door
They all read a sign that they couldn’t ignore.
The sign listed rules to be followed by his fans
Who had come to show respect for this funny man.
He wanted to make sure his mourners stayed safe.
To not follow these mandates would not help their fate.
Before they could enter to pay their respects
The first request was to all disinfect
By cleaning their hands with sanitizer provided
While social distancing six feet - they were all reminded.
Everyone had to show a card that proved
They were vaccinated at least times two.
They were all to wear masks to filter the air
In case Covid was in attendance there.
The comic - so funny while he was alive
Couldn’t resist entertaining even after he died.
Lying very still in a handsome blue suit
The comic exuded humor even though he was mute.
And as each person approached the casket to say a goodbye
Some laughed or you could see a smile in their eyes.
For the comic was lying there even in death
Wearing a face mask to not be a threat!
Burning Sage
I’m burning sage in our domain
to disinfect a lost refrain
a love that faltered in our past
a love I thought would alway last
my prideful mien to conquer thee
My lustful ways were not to be
for pride will go before the fall
reflecting I will wear a shawl
to comfort me as was your love
the burning essence will prevail
I praise you as the God above
a love of peace, a mourning dove
Best New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
December 2, 2019
"Renovation After A Narcissist"
(Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart.
When they are discovered, they must be made to depart.
First, beef up security with more guards put in place,
Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!)
Now that I have recognised the toxin in my life,
Living in my heart causing me stress and strife,
Disinfection has begun, a thorough cleansing duty,
Every nook and cranny to wipe out the rabid booty,
To eradicate the infection that has held me in peril.
I won't stop until my heart is completely sterile.
Open wide the windows, air out the gruesome smell,
Good riddance to the garbage, extricate, expel.
All the filthy, rotten lies, the stench is so profound,
Fermenting in deceit, drowning every sound,
Of reason, of logic, of any common sense,
Designed just to cripple and stifle my defense.
All the daggers strewn around, with my blood, stained,
The walls of my heart shredded once my Love was gained.
The mutilation is evident everywhere I look,
As advantage of my Love without remorse, he took.
I offered complete forgiveness, to understand, a chance,
But he was too enthralled with the wielding of his lance,
Making lacerations, gaping wounds, cutting deep,
Inflicting pain immense, with joy he watched me weep.
All the masquerading of his many twisted clones,
Rounding up many as his spying, lying drones,
Has now come to a close with a sour, bitter end,
But with cleansing underway, my mangled heart can mend.
For the vagrant in my heart, the vampiristic leech,
I have now extricated with a ton of bleach.
No remnants shall remain, not even a spec of dust,
Not even a whisper silent, meticulous is a must.
The task shall be done, impeccably carried through,
Until my heart is healed and once again anew.
There will be no vacancy until this work's complete,
Never to be again seduced by a master of deceit.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-05-03 18:22:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
WRITING GAME IS ON
Part 3
Could this mean it’s a dream like what many people say,
They display true belief in a belief full of beliefs and conceptual writings,
Just like this, I risk my writer’s voice to this life, amazingly perceived so sweet,
I don’t tweet, sit beneath, and bow to any one or thing,
you know you should really think about what this is saying,
Lost in translation, relate to nothing, no comprehension, this should be shun,
As long as we feel the heat from under the sun,
Most run to and fro, like a sicko, runs and runs and when he’s done,
Contemplates physical sick acts done under our heavenly sun,
Entering into evil at birth, heavenly creature learning in any given way,
Low level displayed acts may never wake up on earth as we walk on it every day,
We face decay, created by mindful ignorance, wanting it for bliss, bliss you get,
But I detect what you lack, no stacked up knowledge, so you forget,
We have never meet, I disinfect those that are weak and seek,
Seekers seeking someones feet to kiss, dismiss rinse your hands and be glad,
I didn’t get frustrated and mad, forgave very fast, fast processes understood as I stand,
I’m a man under estimated, but I like it that way, haha just playing with words,
Hectic mathematic poetic infected with sickness of the truth, heard and sealed.
Whats the deal as healing is happening around the world, concealed and sealed the seal,
Yeah is that even ideal to even contemplate taking the risks, you’re a sick system,
Deception eats them, attempts after attempts,
Can’t listen to concepts that lead to the truth,
Loosely Loose words intercept to give us a meaning,
But I’m screaming don’t except everything that’s sounds meaningful,
Make some mindful aware rules, installed and programmed intelligence on the pedestal,
Maxed out like Max Planck, asking questions? Or given questions to answer?
Advanced………….. I will disarm ya with investigation in relation to your imagination,
Stung, Love Won, CONSCIOUSNESS Blessed.
Quincy Mac
date written: 7.12.2015
"LOVE IS DROWNING IN A SAND DUNE"
her pussy cat was
dirty like the bottom
of a trashcan.
all four of us
tried to disinfect
her morals but
she chose to
collect her inadequacy
without a bag.
the pakistani tore
her pussy cat apart
and she promised
him it would stay
that way.
but she couldn't
stay inside one
store.
another pakistani's
register shined
brighter. she
lotion her body
and bought bags
of cocaine, all
four of us
knew we had
lost her. like
toenail clippings, she
threw her children
away and the
sunglasses over her
eyes in the
rain, got dirty
from the dust
that fell in
through the sun
roof. the dogs
wondered why the
humans had so
many problems if
they slept inside.
the roaches lost
weight as they
consumed the crumbs
fallen from the
herbalife bottles.
the decorated mugs
knew my hands would
never hold them
again and sat
angry that I
separated them from
their lover, the
coffee machine. as
the termites fled
from the home
they rejected, I
flapped my wings
like the hummingbird
and watched like
a cyclops as
the empire fell.
By: Chicano Eddie
3102017
Paranoid And Voided
If I step outside my house I’m dead!
There are monsters under my bed
I cannot sleep due to the sheep
They count on my naivety
You know how sheep can be
Cold, calculating, killers to the core
I understand from reliable sources in my head
That I am out to get me
I try to protect me from myself
Used rope to tie my hands behind me
But the rope is really a snake
Cannot be trusted, plotted against me with contempt
There is no mistake
My toys are in a rage and lined against me
Jealous of my powers and filled with envy
Ready to attack with guns and knives
Hidden behind their backs, thirsty for my blood
A delusional pack of savages to persecute me
They chase me down the hall to kill me
Or shoot me in in the back for satisfaction
I need to go to sleep….. but about the sheep….
You understand…. It is sheep
You know how they can be
They are sheep and need no explanation
I’m not paranoid at all but have to tell you all the time
Wash and disinfect your hands before you enter
There are billions of microbial creatures that have landed
Aliens, who come from other planets with a plan
Filthy, unshaved, ugly beings from the dirty universe
Come to hurt me and to place their curse
I refuse to be party to their plan and will avoid it if I can
Hold my head to keep the noise and voices in
Keep the enemy at bay with invisibility and invincibility
Hold my breath forever to keep the germs away
To kill or avoid everything there is
That can be neutralized or voided…. This I pray
If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity, until bedecked,
upon the scene comes Man, erect?
A pain-free god’s what you expect?
It seems creation's architect
is oft accused by means direct
(an argument they resurrect),
of child abuse, pain and neglect,
a charge to which I must object.
Though I'm not needed to protect,
still neither shall this go unchecked.
Although I mean no disrespect,
I think when one is circumspect,
allows not logic to defect,
to fancy, does not genuflect,
and stops carefully to reflect,
they, too, will see the disconnect.
For when they do, I do suspect,
unwittingly, Godhead bisect
(it's rare, if I may interject,
that they might attempt to trisect),
considering not, in effect,
that though there are three intellects,
their wills, communal, intersect,
their overlap complete, correct.
Now you may ask what this affects,
but what it means is all aspects
of common will and dialect,
are locked in a direct connect,
such that when one of them elects
to carry out a plan perfect,
none are diminished, none henpecked,
nor subject to a misdirect,
nor actions that might disaffect,
nor any sovereign state rejects
(hence child abuse notions are wrecked).
I have the scriptures to inspect;
in these I cannot recollect
attempts from truth to redirect,
so I eject as incorrect
the notion that God did elect
to avoid pain, to disinfect,
but rather, chose pain to connect
with life, with us, and with respect,
through Christ, and not in retrospect.
The poem and poet merge on the page
And the cruel pandemic has its presence
Its nature strikes me with dark words of rage
Death teases humankind unpleasantly
Time's essence is so hard to understand
Mighty nature sweeps down on all nations
Disinfect your minds; sanitize your hands
Dare I make a bleak interpretation?
Masks adorn as they do at carnival
Protecting cute noses and speaking mouths
While the earth appears quite rechargeable
And the pandemic makes its way around
One day, the pandemic will go away
Who knows what nature wishes to convey?
Many people are not afraid to go
Back to work because they need to support
Hungry families with cute kids aglow
However, the pandemic risks to thwart
Dreams of those who invested their savings
Hoping to cash in on all of their work
For now people must resist their cravings
As savings disappear and the beast lurks
The weather, sunny as ever today
The countryside was a bright pleasure
Yet, the pandemic continued to play
Groups of nice youths could not get together
Cruel nature seemed different than before
As though it had a point to underscore
They say that fear is F-alse E-vidence A-ppearing R-eal.
That can’t be true because I bore witness to Chauvin’s kill!
The video went viral on Facebook, an epic timed release, a
very stark difference from the initial statement of the police!
Who should the public really be afraid? Corporate, right-wing
media as usual cast its fear-mongering shade.., it’s ‘Them’ with
their unusual human strength like brute jungle apes, who the Cops
say are the aggressive threat, but they refused to release the tape?
They tell us the system is blind, impartial, fair, and objective
that one’s wealth, power, gender, and race, is not a factor or a nexus
Lady Justice may be blind but from my own perspective, the one-sided
tale that the videos clearly tell.., I don't see justice.., I always see just us!
Let the tape be released like sunlight through a darkened cloud,
it will cleanse and disinfect all the social sores that have too long
been allowed.., to fester from deep-rooted indifference and hate, so
it’s time to let the truth be known, that’s been captured on the tape
We’re told, “Don’t believe your lying eyes, trust the full investigation,
there’s more to the tape than meets the eye, might alter your persuasion”
Your prolonged analysis and inquisition simply does not begin to reckon,
with an amateurish videotape of (9) minutes, and (29) agonizing seconds
So stop with the smoke and mirrors, and own up to an institution outdated
Let’s reform a badly broken system and get one that's equitable reinstated
Its starts with complete transparency, of this fact there can be no debate
To establish justice, equality, and trust with us, you must release the tape!
Thy Covid die
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
CORONA ..
Thy covid die
Conform yourself
With valid speed
Your unspoken life
Thy metamorphosis
Multiply no more
Our lives are
Not a test
Our lives are
In trust
Thy covid die
Your tragedy
We don't despair
We watch you
Wash away
Disinfect and
Desolate
Your hopeless ire
With delight
We cheer away.
Thy covid
Wash away ..
You hustle
The streets no more
You go away
We cultivate
And populate
In worship
And rejoice
Your end.
Thy birth
Is windswept
Your sting is
Masked
Your covid kingdom
Die !
You will not overtake
GOD's people.
Corona
Thy covid die
Thou will ever be
defeated.
She is a flesh devouring fairy who feasts on children
who dont' wash their hands and primp their toes
Darkly inclined she lives in the shadows, once bitten
you will turn as evil as her extra long snubby nose
Her name is Darkelina and she snickers to herself
she owns spidery fingers and her teeth are razor sharp
Sponge em' down, disinfect, scour them clean or else
she will cleave your little pinkie and stitch it to her harp
Darkelina Pixie-Meana thats what they call her Heh !
better wash it or hide it before she finds you child
Gloomy and morose with a dark disposition, its her way
better tuck them under the covers, for she is crazy wild
Beyond the twitch of night she can give you such a fright
shes got teeth with jagged edges, boy how she loves to bite !
ringing ears and dead brain
helpless, shattered, nirvana
living in denial
shallow empty & void
past paused since ages ago
stranded alone... never to let go
dissolve dissect disinfect
reality reason & retrospect
despair in vogue
ticking time standing still
future ahead but miles to go
just got there but have to let go
bunnies scampering in the rabbit hole
Alice refuses to go on a roll
Rapunzel got no hair to let down
Cinderella's left without an evening gown
future paused & present was a while ago
escaped in the darkness never intended to let go