Best Injection Poems
For John Hink
I left your stool in my kitchen corner where you sat, a crooked grin on your weathered face that had seen a hundred sunsets. Fields you tilled by horse-drawn plows now contracted to clusters of London Bespoke Suits leveraging corn oil markets.Patiently you'd appear before supper as I made my way through the pantry pulling canned goods I lovingly processed and freshies I gathered from neat rows in my garden. We ate in silence, knowing words had long-since lost their weight. Clouds drift over our final resting place now, our souls drifting peacefully along, only visiting in dreams.
...your sister Ellie
6/9/20
Wehmi wehmi khailo na
Gaand Meri lelo na
Goli goli khailo na
Gaand Meri lelo na
Tut TU turu tut tut TU
Tut TU turu tut tut TU...
Note.goli ya teka???
Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain,
awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing.,
down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing,
at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name.
Just like a kid in love all over again..
learning her games in many a winding curve,
perhaps proof enough I haven't lost my nerve,
shyly look back at such a refined rear end.
Lola isn't very patient or forgiving,
one who oversteers her with attitude,
puts her in a dangerous sashaying mood..
to cut short a man's simple days in living.
Let me tell ya what's so precious,
she purrs, just like a kitten..
tear'g through each firm shift given,
in silky thrusting gear meshes.
Oh, it's a fact.., she's known other men's hands
hit such dizzying heights on their track,
though promising never to look back,
my careful repair strokes her will demands.
Safe from boredom all my loving hands touch,
ev'ry square inch of Monaco White body showing,
hot turbocharged exhaust pipes ready and glowing,
hearts pounding in high revving double clutch.
Lola thrives on top tier 91 octane's heady drink,
sipping imperial ounces at each injection,
she's never known any salad days in rejection,
smooth cylinder walls bathed in sweetest crude oil and zinc.
Have you guessed at her qualifying past?
heart like a wheel.., all alone in a class..
smart dressed in Kevlar reinforced fiberglas
Hethel's english dream finally mine at last.
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"Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have
No regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself,
you're through"
* Whatever Lola Wants by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross for the 1955 musical play Damn Yankees
Living above ground in invisible coffins condemned to a 6 foot box
COVID stripped us of keys to our freedom holding us captive with no way to pick the locks
Welcome to a zombie apocalypse are dizzy thoughts twirling in my tired head
Halloween is everyday all year as we walk amongst the living dead
I'm on a roll spiraling out of control with a fire lit deep in my soul
I want a hug and it's taking its toll, I want to give one back but these words are the only thing I can offer to console
We all thrive off affection, Want a connection
Uh oh here comes health inspection
Got to force rejection, Out of fear of infection
Need a change of direction
Do I hear an objection?
Stuck at the intersection, Time for a resurrection
Got us on our knees these pins and needles of subjection
Doctor please help whole world needs...
Injection of affection
Wrongful conviction of innocence
I'm a big fan of consistence
Lord knows I admire your persistence
Please forgive my hesitant insistence
Don't be disheartened by my resistance
I'll keep reaching for you through any distance
We all thrive off affection, Want a connection
Uh oh here comes health inspection
Got to force rejection, Out of fear of infection
Need a change of direction
Do I hear an objection?
Stuck at the intersection, Time for a resurrection
Got us on our knees these pins and needles of subjection
Doctor please help whole world needs...
Injection of affection
Everything is bursting and tearing at the seams
Now is the time to plant seeds of dreams
Cast away all of our sorrow
Together we can hope for a better tomorrow
Love is greatest gift one could ever obtain
Without love it's difficult to keep from going insane and life's difficult to sustain and maintain
We all thrive off affection, Want a connection
Uh oh here comes health inspection
Got to force rejection, Out of fear of infection
Need a change of direction
Do I hear an objection?
Stuck at the intersection, Time for a resurrection
Got us on our knees these pins and needles of subjection
Doctor please help whole world needs...
Injection of affection
Haris Sultan,
Bahawalpur Multan..
Remember the good days?
We were just kids
We fought all the time
But were always good friends
We'd always have fun
We'd play games all day
Those were the good days
What can I say?
You are my sister
My flesh and my blood
My gift from God
From the heavens above
You mean more to me
Than a bat or a ball
You were always there for me
To catch me when I fall
Now it's your turn
I must help you
You're lost and confused
You don't know what to do
You've sold your soul
And now you're in pain
Now you'll do anything
You're going insane
Your body is ravaged
Your mind is fried
You need to get help
But you haven't even tried
You need to find yourself
The person within
Help yourself now
Before you can't win
I remember the old you
The one with no fear
Have you seen yourself lately?
Take a look in the mirror
Maybe you will see
Maybe you will care
This is hell in the making
And I cannont bare
Find yourself now
Get out of this nosedive
You must find your center
Or you will never survive
Form:
have you ever thought
from in keeping alive all kills you.
us luxurious in circumstances, lot & worth
revile that with which our resources unearth.
you can smell it blindly;
the machinery is there. encompassing.
your blind in the metallic cancerous sheen.
jam, oh odious gears of the human machine.
have you ever thought
in the dying, wrench thrown,
one withdraws unshackled and alive.
else oblivious billions our oblivion derives.
Form:
I can’t stand it
Time ticks
Time runs out before my next injection
I wake up not knowing if I am dreaming or living
I can’t live like this
What happened to the blumin’ changes
Doctors can’t imagine my pain
They don’t take injections
I will be a changed man
Thanks to the doctors ‘justice’
I doubt it sincerely
I am only a changed man
When they want it
My moods change
I CRY FOR FREEDOM
Why can’t I have freedom?
I cry alone
I achieve everything
I achieve more than the doctors
I achieve more than any man?
Still I won’t have my poetic justice
I will die with a stitch in my side
I cry and shout
I could shout to the loudest of my lungs
No-one will understand or listen
Form:
It's like going to a hardware store and buying a nail gun, which is for construction, but then you turn around and use it to kill someone. This is an impersonation of the practice of medicine.
Rapid coma, respiratory depression, hypotension,
Bradycardia, hypothermia, asystole and death.
Note.nehar, darya, jungle, picnic, inj, game..
Do Lafzon Mein likh de,
Mein nay Teri prem Kahani,
Wehmi nafsiati bool kar,
Goli ya teka?????
Note.bay sharam Pathan...
Fuel Injection
vaporized latent power
wrought by explosions
© Mar 11 2010 Charles Henderson
Down Bhai there is no way out,,
Please be patient and don't shout..
Note.public drama film is over..
Sadi gaal gaal tawadi gaal josh obaal,
Sadi gaal gaal tawadi gaal hunar Kamal.
(Ye 2 numbri drama double standard kyun)
O sorrow doth linger and last,
injection of formaldehyde —
preservation of solitude
on shroud swept cliffs — they call my name!
2/19/2020
Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
afloat in stupor, his mind falters,
with poisoned blood in every vein,
he aches to recall what to forget,
forgets what to remember in vain;
though the torpor dulls his senses,
defiantly he sneers with meanness
and effrontery to the authorities
now murdering him, blind Justice!