Best Inoculation Poems


Premium Member Speaking With a Loud Quiet Voice

You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears

Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation

You smile with furrowed brow
For time passes much to quickly 
There is fear there is some lesson you have forgotten
Not what you want for your begotten 
Still you see this precious ones progression
He possess strength laughter and compassion
Humored moments and strong funny bones 
Will insure this child will never be alone
A tender heart and a will like a stone

One day 
You will have to let go
Time progresses it never slows
Deep inside your heart grows because you know
You have given your all
This child will rise up tall
Won't be afraid to fall
He heeds your Father's call
For he has learned at your loving feet
Wisdom has been his bountiful feast
Some day he'll be a father too
He'll bring blessings back to you
For you have been faithful 
and a father true


Inspired by Funom's poem, "Words of Wisdom to My Child".

Premium Member Sixty-Six Years Ago Today - 7 July 1948

Sixty-Six years ago today a very naïve farm-boy left the Hoosier farm,
To seek adventure beyond the horizon since farming had lost its charm.
He enlisted in the Air Force, a knight in blue to keep the nation free.
My gosh! Come to think about it, that unsophisticated lad was me!

Since I was only seventeen, I had to get my reluctant Ma to sign for me.
She came from a Quaker background and abhorred all strife, you see.
Pa was ambivalent about the matter - just one less mouth to feed, said he.
I marched off to face the future, another warrior for our family tree!

Harassment began once I arrived at the inhospitable induction station.
Docs had me bend over, then stand, turn my head and cough for observation.
They probed and prodded and stuck needles in my arms for inoculation.
Oh! The abject misery and humiliation of it all just to serve my nation!

Next came the swearing-in where I vowed to uphold the Constitution.
A fiendish sarge then assumed command and began his nasty persecution.
"Fergit yer Mom, Dad and Maggie Mae" said he, "Yer butt belongs to me!"
Just hours on duty and I was homesick for the farm, pining to be free!

They put me on a choo-choo to Lackland AFB, Texas, for my basic training.
I was shorn of all hair - by now my enthusiasm and patriotism was waning.
Ah! But when I donned that Air Force suit of blue, I stood proud and tall!
If my pals behind a plow and mule could see me now! I was having a ball!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

That naïve farm boy went on to serve 30 years in the Air Force, retiring 
1 August 1978.

Premium Member Crossroads

To take the vaccine
That is the decision
People must make
On Covid nineteen
A choice to decide
by the close of day
I have just reached that crossroads
knowing that the conspiracy theorists
warn people not to have it. Some deny
the existence of Covid, and claim it is no 
worse than just a common cold, but I have
decided I'll receive
the first inoculation
It's an easy decision 
A no-brainer for me
Although inoculated
sadly my poor Mum 
has caught the virus
I can't visit with her
It's so heartbreaking
because she lives in
a facility that I can't
visit as long as there
is a quarantine edict



CROSSROADS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/26/21


Premium Member True, a Myth-And-A-Half Ever Since Dim Antiquity

True, a Myth-and-a-half ever since dim Antiquity

     “Breathes there the Man with Soul so dead
     Who never to himself hath said
     This is my own, my Native Land”

True, a myth-and-a-half ever since dim antiquity
Who breeds and holds the brood in binding sanctity
Isn’t s/he who sows and let grow blood ties in family

Don’t leaders all use the ruse of saluting country
La Patrie is never the suffering Peoples’ victory
They lay their lives down for their leaders’ greater glory

The plot of land’s where the Soul ignites anonymity
In the au-delà is not country mere pure vanity
Leaders lay wreathes at monuments for tv publicity

Upstarts win lone battle or two through freakish strategy
And let expanding borders be besieged by many enemy
Yet end-up somehow by losing the Imperial Army

Shouldn’t he who seeks to foist himself on a polity
Be required to pass the test of Ego-immunity
No vaccination nor re-inoculation would be free
From an overdose of megalomaniac frenzy
                           
© T. Wignesan –Paris, April 9, 2021
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Feline Frustration!

Today, our cat spent some time with the vet for his prognostication.
It had been a couple of years or so since Simba's last examination.
Simba had no say in the matter due to our paucity of conversation.
As I coaxed him into his carrying cage, he howled in desperation!

The vet and staff look forward to Simba's visit with little anticipation!
He gets rather grumpy at the vets, exhibiting aggressive agitation!
Hence, for examinations he must be placed under very heavy sedation;
Only then can the veterinarian proceed to practice his vocation!

His eyes, ears, nose and throat were fine including his respiration.
There was no evidence of fleas or any problems with his urination.
The old fella has only 16 of 28 teeth due to a previous operation,
But no matter, he eats like an army mule in handling mastication!

For his arthritis the vet prescribed a bottle of medication,
And for good measure he was given a rabies inoculation.
I'm aware that "cat-scans" are used in treating the human population.
By Jove! Simba received a true "cat"-scan as a part of his observation!

I anticipated receipt of the bill for the tests with some trepidation!
To pay for all of this, need I present an arm or leg for amputation?
After all, we'd do anything for our old pal, 'tis our obligation.
We want to keep him around for nine more lives for our delectation!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)

Gain Or Never To Love Again

i've always believed that love lost is unpleasant,
painful as little as a lachrymal biopsy,
and as much as an emotional disembowelment
or lobotomy of the heart.

i am told that a love who walks out or finds love,
initiates a season of mourning and pain.

tears.
fears.
loneliness.
isolation.
abandonment.
uncertainty.
depression.
forsaken.
unlovely.
unwanted.
betrayed.

damn.

but, what if, just what if love lost is wisdom gained?
what if abandonment was the necessary path to faith?
or uncertainty the road to confidence?

should i have regrets about the past?
should i doubt that all things are predestined?
and should i lament providence through pain?

all for a purpose,
i have no regrets.

if i must suffer betrayal, loneliness, and love lost
to vividly and fully taste the rich and textured beauty of life,
and if i must endure betrayed affection,
in order to understand having it,
then may i lose love, time and again;
i choose to frolic and freely swim in the tides of depletion,
i submit to its tornadic and hurricanic winds;
and i yield to its tsunamic waves.

letting go of loss.
the winds carry its despair.
the waves swallow its torment.
to wash and rain cupid upon fertile hearts.

love lost is inoculation for my soul,

it bleeds,
it wounds,
it swells.
but averts phlegmatic infections and rigor mortis de la coeur.

so love lost becomes gain,
and gain loves again.
© Joey Foto  Create an image from this poem.


Love Thyself

Regurgitated words, 
moments of retracing, 
demented, tormented, 
and self-effacing, 

Pointless retribution, 
shadowy diatribe, 
shielded delusions, 
salvation contrived. 

Self-realization 
needs no defense, 
adorned with self love, 
its own recompense. 

Identify appreciation 
for gifts received -
rejection of beliefs 
preconceived. 

Inoculation of worth, 
dis-ease extinguished, 
perpetual virtue 
suppresses anguish; 

Mirror reflections, 
tales of fortitude, 
reveals the truth 
and wisdom of attitude.

Premium Member Innocuous Inoculation

Well, I had my shots – also my booster,
And ain't been near afeared as I used-ter.
Wearin' a mask
Ain't no hard task.
Think old Doc Fauci is a true-bluester.

Vaccination

Whatever mix of proteins poured
With that inoculation draught
Drunk by my vein, not thirsted for,
But sipped in the subtle rhythms
Of pulse beat, of embodiment,
Moulds to the clay that forms myself,
I know only shameful nothing,
And in my unproud ignorance
Is only a child’s solemn trust
In all that must be, for all good.
© John Blake  Create an image from this poem.

Poison Ivy

Those nights be crazy but livid while my imagination runs wilder than poison ivy which could be deadly 
but with the right antidote could be inoculated in a way by means of inoculation metaphorically yet I like the deadly part more so cause I'm falling in love with poison ivy that has deadly force which makes me crave for more ivy yet I'm well aware but it don't seem to stop me from this poison ivy, I yearn it more and more and more to see if I could tame this poison ivy. This Ivy is so evil and deadly I yearn more yet it has never made contact with a woman of my stature, could I be the one to tame this bad, evil, poisonous Ivy to a good, liveable, great Ivy. I believe so. I crave and yearn for more from evil to good is my cause in Iife I crave, only me... I crave more turning evil to good. I am one of a kind told I go whr some Angels wont even go to make a difference for a greater cause of GOOD.
THIS IVY IS ALMOST TURNING BROWN AND BROWN DAILY
FOR EACH DAY I GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH MORE FOLLOWERS. Creator IS GOOD

Inoculation

Into the dark, twisting and turning, burning blood a plague's wording
words
mean
nothing

Protection against disease and yearning, a mystery in the mourning
She saw it so much 
it
means
nothing

Down the rabbit hole, six feet under a learning, their history in the morning
So waken the dead
it 
means
everything

Everything full circle, never been so boring, a realization so flooring
You 
are
inoculated
© Tim B  Create an image from this poem.

Every Minute Palpitation In Covid War

Agreeable Dawn for a   
  In though a blade 
     No other goal .... "Go just bounce around"
       Every clump made me haggle with fate 
Twinkle in my lips at the end of walk 
  My magnifiers fall on the bumblebee on Hawkweed
     Which throw me to  notion of stubborn ethnic group
          In COVID war alike poison of weed unnoticed by bee
Like a halfwit mad ,took the pretty from plant
  Felt a pricky  near my collar 
     Just gave a Pat and back to force 
       Clock had done it's work many times 
         Just a blink to me 
Felt something hitchy 
  Heard the
    Every lively throb broke a hailstrome in my skull
      Felt hacksaw in my abdomen
Index of my heart gone blanch 
   Weaping from my throat surrounded the virus 
   No more blaze just pain 
    My magnifiers turned to the quarantine bed 
Striked a mirth in my lips 
    Bled raised on my neck 
         Blaze in eyes ,no more  
        Just a halter of bumble bee 
My defense mechanism showed over perfection
   Inoculation of fright flight dominator 
      CAN MAKE ME ALRIGHT

Under the Sun

Under the sun
beaks of death
points at living things
that roam the universe
none with armor

Under the sun
there is no inoculation
great armies go to war
to search for death
none with armor

cowardly, proud, wise nations
are victims in same way
helplessly they shout
and kick dust in faces
none with armor

those that puff as Puff udder
shouting “no surrender, no retreat”
prepares for its great harvest
the moment the bell tolls
none with armor

Those that puff as Puff Udder
the ones that holier than holiness
have no armor against death
in this place under the Sun

Premium Member Thank You For Your Service

THANK YOU 
FOR YOUR SERVICE.
THANK YOU 
FRONT LINE WORKERS..
FOR PUTTING YOUR ASS 
ON THE FRONT LINE 
TO PROTECT ME 
FROM THE ENEMIES 
FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC.

THANK YOU 
SERVICE MEMBERS,
MILITARY VETERANS 
WHO SACRIFICED 
YOUR LIMBS AND LIVES 
PROTECTING OUR CONSTITUTION, 
FREEDOMS AND LIBERTIES.

CAN WE THE PEOPLE,
COUNT ON  YOU,
TO PROTECT, 
WE THE PEOPLE 
OF THE UNITED STATES 
OF AMERICA 
AGAINST ALL ENEMIES 
FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC.

WILL YOU 
PUT YOUR LIFE 
AND LIMB 
ON THE LINE 
TO PROTECT 
WE THE PEOPLE 
OF THE UNITED STATES 
OF AMERICA 
AGAINST 
FORCED DEPOPULATION, 
FORCED VACCINATIONS. 
INVASION 
FROM UNITED NATIONS.
WILL YOU 
SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE 
TO PROTECT 
OUR AMERICAN SOVEREIGNTY
CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS 
FREEDOMS AND LIBERTIES.
WILL YOU PROTECT 
OUR GOD GIVEN RIGHT
TO THINK FOR
OURSELVES.
AND REJECT 
INOCULATION OF LIVE VIRUSES.
SLAVERY TO DEBT.
INDOCTRINATION 
OF HATRED.

THERE HAVE BEEN MANY
THROUGHOUT OUR HISTORY
OF THIS GREAT NATION
WHO PUT THEIR ASS
ON THE LINE.
SACRIFICED THEIR FUTURE.
LOST THEIR LIMBS AND LIVES.
TO PROTECT
WE THE PEOPLE
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

THANK YOU
FOR YOUR HEROIC EFFORTS
ACTIONS 
AND SERVICE 
AGAINST ALL ENEMIES.
THE SEEN.
THE UNSEEN.
THE FOREIGN
AND
THE DOMESTIC.

MAY THE LORD
ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE
GOING FORWARD.
AND PROTECT YOU.
FROM THE HATRED OF EVIL.

05132020

Litmus Test

Litmus Test 
Litmus test 
 
In this medical testing world we live in this strang new millennium they give us 
sickness not unto Death but eye am still afraid sometimes to take the test they 
scratched my arm once with a neuron toxin and eye was almost layed to rest 
The doctor told me it would make a bump so BOYO was eye happy when bump 
was raised but THEN the people of the place that eye was in 
Said eye could not even stay thay pooed at me and told me the serum must have 
caused a reaction you are sick they would not listen to my reason or the fact that 
the inoculation was making me much better and the only indicator of the problem 
of my arm became a zero factor when the director of the mission kicked me right 
outside the door they told me not once but three different times we do not help 
your kind of person you have no reason to exist you are closer now to becoming 
extinct you are just worthless today and every other day just go away old 
homeless stay away this was the litmus test

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