Best Iodine Poems
The rain outside plays games with the webs that cloud my mind,
I think I hear a tune. A drum solo that heralds memories buried deep
and sealed in concrete. Even the locked safe with five feet deep of steel
can not resist the lightning strike of the Goddess of Thunderstorms...I
...i think of you.
A pain from yesteryears thought dead rises from the ashes...
I think...No!
No! I will fight this.
Forget when I flew too close to the sun
my feathered wings singed.
I fight...I do...I try...I do...but I...
i think of you...
You,
your fresh baked sugar cookie scent,
your China Doll moonlight white complexion.
I think of you...and I...I weep
I on the mountain, exposed
as vultures tear at my flesh.
Devour my organs like so much fodder
and everyday whole again...
the creatures hover to start anew.
In my sorrow,
in my physical pain
I attempt to resist...but I...
i think of you.
Iodine flows through my veins.
My screams echo.
My blood drenched tears
flow like a mountain stream
and i pray
and i whisper the word "mercy"
and still...
still...I
i think of you.
March 16 2015
Armand
Categories:
iodine, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
A is for Avocado, the creamy, green nutritious fat.
B is for Berries, the fruit that keeps your tummy flat.
C is for Chia, most nutrient-dense of all the seeds.
D is for Dandelion - it's more than just a pesky weed!
E is for Eggs, the perfect snack to keep you lean.
F is for Flax - to sprinkle lightly on your greens.
G is for Ginger, the spice that fights off germs and soothes.
H is for Honey, nature's cure for the sweetest tooth.
I is for Iodine - from salt, it keeps your thyroid sound.
J is for Jalapeno, the red-hot kick to melt those pounds.
K is for Kale - to be lightly steamed without the stem.
L is for Lettuce, its popular and crunchy friend.
M is for Milk, for sparkling teeth and sturdy bones.
N is for Nuts - a handful and your tum won't groan.
O is for Oats, fiber-filled and gluten-free.
P is for Pistachios, sly cholesterol's enemy.
Q is for Quinoa, the complete protein that fills you up.
R is for Raisins - a ton of iron in a quarter cup.
S is for Salmon, the oily fish with omega-3.
T is for Tomatoes, nature's very own sunscreen!
U is for Udon, the pasta you can eat guilt-free
V is for Vinegar - it makes dressings low in calories.
W is for Water, which hydrates to de-bloat your gut.
X is for Xylocarp, a fancy term for coconut.
Y is for Yogurt, the probiotic masterpiece.
Z is for Zucchini, which lowers risk of heart disease.
Your body is a temple, I'm sure you've all been told,
So fill it up with healthy foods, and you'll grow young - not old!
(P.S. In case anyone doesn't know, "Quinoa" is pronounced "keen-wah")
For Cyndi's "Z is for Zaria" contest
Categories:
iodine, food, health,
Form:
Couplet
The jagged edges
of her brokenness
fit the zig-zagged
lines of all the times
I fell and was
made whole again
My puzzle's
missing piece
Picture perfect
iodine on a scraped
knee, a sensation
captured by a gentle
breeze, sometimes
love is nothing
more than pain
being replaced
by a beautiful scar;
if you trace the
lines across
porcelain faces
do the cracks
in the facade
feel fantastical
or real?
Hard to believe
her jagged edges
and my zig-zagged
lines could from
such a beautiful
rendition of all the things
I was missing
Categories:
iodine, allusion, art, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Bronze tint glints from fractured
surfaces, peppered planes of salted
quartzite, eons old:
attributes peculiar to rock,
to stone, whose strength
no soft tissue could ever know.
No iodine suntan ever quite
approached that shade, nor ivory
smile's glow blinded
as its glassy show:
To this flinty hardness mind
never swoops; no human heart,
though cruel, could ever reach
its crystal cold.
Categories:
iodine, angst, depression, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Mama said Vitamin D was a cure-all
Basking in sunshine in the coldest winter
With sneezes, chest congestion and much coughing
I wrestled in red wood chairs getting splinters
Mama said prayer was the best road to good health
Pews in our church were infested by termites
Incense gave me headaches and caused me to tear
The old chapel was an entryway to last rights
Mama said to soak bee stings in Epsom salts
But that never stopped the pain or the swelling
Her next best solution was pure iodine
When poured on a wound, neighbors heard me yelling
Mama said many things that now seem senseless
Doctors propose treatments even more bizarre
So now I sit confined to my room each day
Afraid of what I'll catch if I stray too far
Categories:
iodine, funnyme, prayer, me,
Form:
Rhyme
"They Say Mushrooms Grow Best in the Dark"
Winter
arrived after
The Darkness
blew in
with its boiling
black clouds.
they say mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
we hid underground.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
we breathed
in the
blow back.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
3 days
of scorching fire,
blood shed, and the
stabbing nails
of judgement, and its
horrible crucifixions.
such terrible carnage.
there was much worse
than this, to come.
for the few who survived,
the fumes burnt our skin
the air burnt our lungs.
the iodine
capsules
were useless.
our innocence
perished
many children, taken,
the true meaning
of our lives,
dissolved, gone.
we were blind.
comfortable in
our complacency.
we weren’t prepared
when the truth
of it all,
like parables from old,
blew in
on the clouds.
the ancient stories
we considered
pages of nothing,
we thought fiction,
in long forgotten books,
from our childhood
presented itself
with its meaning
and our inclusion.
when Dominion,
arrived in full force,
it was unwelcome.
they say,
mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs;
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
the sleeve of armour
on the dead angel
buried under burnt wings,
that the wheels
of battle had driven over
and busted in,
read:
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of …
well,
we can only
surmise
it was the soldier’s
rank and serial,
his regiment title,
where he
once
belonged,
the rest
was charred
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of ...
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Categories:
iodine, future, science fiction, symbolism,
Form:
Narrative
This is what some will say
You’ve crossed the line. Time out.
You’re rejected from the game
You’re not coming back. So go hit the showers.
Once cherished, baptized, and sublime
Asinine. Never enough iodine. Guilty.
Now crowned in your sins.
Stoned concubine. The shamed bovine.
You’re sweaty. You're filthy.
You crossed the line. Go hit the showers.
Submerged from the weight of the world.
Drunk on the blood of the wine.
End of the game. It's not even halftime.
The filthy crime. The shamed headline.
Once cherished, There's no room available.
The game is over. You’re out. You've crossed the line.
Not worth a dime. Stole from the altar's wine.
Combine, the fowl and swine wine and dine.
Frankenstein shrine. You're out. Go resign.
You’ve crossed the line. You’ve crossed the line.
This is what some will say.
Categories:
iodine, depression, hope, judgement,
Form:
Longevity dreamers don’t wanna
deal with me
I’m short straw bad for good health
Liquidators that are paid handsomely
to handle the hazard,
don’t quite make it home safely
after coming in direct contact with me
Material perks comes with a radioactive
buyers remorse poisoning penalty
Emergency workers sub-contracted to die,
get an all-expenses-paid funeral tax-free
Courtesy of government policy
Four lethal isotopes, I possess
Brief exposure can be genetic deadly,
even if you’re wearing a protective, cobalt-lined suit
Come any DNA closer to me,
and your uranium saturated body will receive
a guaranteed morgue visit, very shortly
Got four jellyfish gaseous tentacles
that’s gon beta burn sting
Two thyroid growth-stunting twins:
caesium-134 and 137
will double date you
with a mutating embrace extra finger eleven
Along with strontium-90
and iodine-131
These four cancer flirts are sure to give body hurt:
acute radiation ... grab the suicide gun
Extending invitations for a half-life
Party over
before the sunset get golden twilight
Radionuclides will get daydreamers sober,
as the mortality music stops at midnight
When I get under the skin,
epidermiological odds are,
your whole life is gonna get cut short
So don’t hold your breath,
half of nothing is all you got left
Categories:
iodine, cancer, dark, death, science,
Form:
Personification
Suddenly,wild flames thud out
Of our little kerosene lamp
Mocking flames danced on me
With expertise. their hungry mouths
Ate my perfumed flesh in glee
My manful cries went heaven high
That aunt Priscilla came running wild
That Wednesday night of 10 November
Began my song of painful plea
Goat burnt skin as soft plum peeled
Sneering scissors thrust stubborn gauze and
Red rain rush quickly out, then
When on it iodine oil is released
Tormenting pains my body feel it's when
I begin, my songs of painful plea
My mouth tore in anguished laughter
Myself been prisoner of frustrating pains
When my eyes beheld my white hands
And my skin embellished with ugly scars
My soul could not but raise that song
My song of painful plea
My song of painful plea
Echoes loud across the sky
For my heart made fragments
Of peaceful past, and a
Library of scars in each tiny half
My heart will take no more
For I've done no wrong
Let happiness be a distant dream
To them who adulterated our kerosene.
My song of painful plea.
Categories:
iodine, depressionheart, song, heart, song,
Form:
Narrative
That mad doctor wants to rip me open, head to toe, I just know it!
His scalpel is sharpened and hungry for a slice of flesh; it thirsts for blood.
"Just a 'nick'", he tries to soothe, cooing me as the chemicals combine to knock me out cold.
No nip, no tuck- just all out butchery!
He'll slice me and dice me with the sadistic pleasure only a surgeon understands!
Or "Jack the Ripper", perchance.
Getting so sleepy...so drowsy and sedated; I can't fight back.
The massacre is imminent. The scalpel shines brilliantly under the surgical lights.
Everyone is wearing surgical blue costumes, pretending to be nurses.
They look so macabre, with those surgical masks...or are they the kind of
masks one wears to a fancy costume party?
In my woozy state, I cannot tell anymore. I imagine them smiling beneath those masks-
large, gaping, toothy smiles, like the ones you see on crocodiles. They're all soaking in the preoperative excitement, the kind of excitement between first-time lovers as they undress not nearly quickly enough, wildly anticipating the impending debauchery with anxious delight.
My eyes are getting heavier and all I hear are the beeps of machines and garbled medical nomenclature...or are they instructions on how to properly eviscerate me?
"Are you ready, nurse?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Get my gloves ready."
"Here, doctor."
"Nurse, apply the iodine."
"Ready, doctor."
"Scalpel..."
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*having an outpatient surgical procedure today and am channeling my anxiety lol*
Categories:
iodine, health, me, satire,
Form:
Free verse
They say the Easter bunnies comes the same time every year,
escaping from a Lab somewhere, they holes up around here.
They smells of smoke and iodine, wear lipstick and eye drops,
They’s lost her lucky feet somewhere and that is why they hops.
Their Coney furs desirable, and their quarters good for food,
although not free of chemicals, it really tastes quite good.
Their wracking coughs and bloodshot eyes, puts hunters off the match,
tobacco drugs and alcohol, makes them an easy catch.
Their chocolate eggs they lays in fields, each wrapped in silver foil,
are excellent when eaten fresh, but awful when they’re boiled.
Categories:
iodine, funny, easter, drug,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
I. BISMUTH [83]
rainbow-sheened cubist castles -- silver-pink of hue
II. IODINE [53]
gunmetal grey crystals sublime -- and billow purple
III GALLIUM [31]
metallic grey and stiff -- melting in a cordial clasp
IV. HELIUM [2]
spent star-fuel -- alpha-ray remains – blimp-floater
V. RHODIUM [45]
brightly-burnished -- rarer than platinum -- dearer than gold
January 4, 2020
NOTE:
Many years ago, 1975 or so, I found a little book in the library of Pine View School in Sarasota, Florida, which contained mostly-humorous verse of an unusual sort: a quatrain each for every chemical element. (Whether the non-primordial elements were included, and whether the Rare Earth elements were treated individually or as a group, I cannot recall.) The name of the book has eluded my memory... a portmanteau or pun on "Chemistry" and "Christianity" of some sort, perhaps? I can only recall two of the quatrains; they went:
Xenon has a cross to carry,
Staying single his chief goal;
Now they've gone and made him marry!
Modern science has no soul.
and:
The melting point of Rhenium
Is high as a proscenium.
She plays the part and shrieks "Thou liest!"
When Carbon says his own is highest.
If anyone recognizes this, or could help me locate the book, I would be most sincerely grateful!
Categories:
iodine, nature, science,
Form:
Monoku
School Day Memories
My childhood relived
In memory's inner senses
Touch, nose, ears and eyes
Pain as I slip on waxed floor
Tears at the sight of my blood
The smell of iodine ointment
Hearing the school bell
Seeing my mother waiting
Yesterday's childhood revisited
Memory has no tomorrow
Categories:
iodine, memory, school,
Form:
Tanka
“Only girls cry!…Boo hoo!”
"Look at you" he taunted me, (as big brothers often do)
Making a mockery. He kept teasing me, heckling me,
as I whined, and cried, and planned revenge
Neither of us would have won a prize, for being Mom's angelic pride,
of Kirby street that hot July...
“You Thug!”..I cried,…a laughing stock...his mocking me,
and worst of all, our bitter brawl played out for all the world to see.
No recourse, no remorse..(poor me!!)… As the butt of his demeaning jokes
By then my temper had been stoked, he had poked me once too often!
So HUGE, was my disdain for his smug, big thug, that grinning face,
in retaliation, for my humilation, (as an enraged little sister might do..)
I grabbed one of his model airplanes….and threw……THREW HARD...
It broke into shards, big shrapnel pieces…I dashed for cover...
Hovering behind the hedge…waiting for his own revenge!…
Instead it left a gash, a bloody angry wound, I was aghast....!
Well, of course our Mother got involved.. .
It was resolved by iodine and bandages
And a tongue lashing...
“You could have put out his eye!! ….and then we cried, …the two of us
Well we would repent, and spent the day becoming friends...
The afternoon out in the yard….
One sudden, unguarded moment ….
there was a car,.... came ‘round the bend
and as our game was 'bout to end....his dog, (his mongrel friend) was hit
....and then....
all time suspended........
My brother’s sweet dog, who slept on his bed, was gone
The next hours painfully hung…and long is the memory that still weighs a ton….
Ending with me alone in my bed..
Mute with grief ….remembering his words….”Only girls cry”….
Hearing his sobs……all through the night..
And my parent's cooed comfort, the soundtrack to this tragic movie
That still plays in my darkest theater….all these years later
I shudder still, have a lump in my throat…how that faint little scar, can still emote…
such feelings of tenderness I felt on that day.
Over the years…we have shared many tears…
we have leaned on each other, me and my brother
Big girls will cry, just as little girls do…and big boys can cry,
..and hey,..that’s okay, too
Categories:
iodine, brother, day, family, little
Form:
Narrative
KOKODA 1942 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5VG58ypVuE
BULLANT BITTEN OR SHOT?
Oh yes its very popular to walk the Kokoda Track,
And people by the dozen have done just bloody that,
I you were there in forty two it wasn’t as much fun,
With a hundred weight upon your back and a ten pound threeo gun,
You climbed the golden stairs knee deep in the mud,
The mountains just got higher and the mossies wanted blood,
A little pimple on your leg became an oozing ulcer,
Iodine rag screwed in the wound by some flaming vulture,
The Jap would lay in ambush so you watched the bloody bush,
And you couldn’t stop a watching and no bloody food you wuss?
Then its raining food and ammo bully beef splat up a tree,
Dog biscuits shattered breadcrumbs fill your pocket up for free,
Till they got mouldy,
You’d be alone in the jungle and you would meet a scouting Jap,
He’d fire all his bullets from his Arisaka . Crack,
Then he’d come for you with a bayonet on a rifle at hi port,
And you’d try the bayonet fighting or plonk his brisket sport?
The bloody Diaorea made you weak , no strength in your knees,
The woodpecker is buzzing taking bark off all the trees,
So your eyes are full of bark chips Joes throwing sticks at me ,
And the bulldog ants are biting what an awful place to be,
Choices bitten, shot or clubbed by friendly sticks ?
Stop jumping around you’re drawing the crabs,
Woodpecker hammers my tree,
And the bloody ants are biting,
And I can’t quite bloody see.
Don Johnson
How it was for Don Johnson 2/25th btn Kokoda New Guinea 1942
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942st...
Categories:
iodine, adventure,
Form:
Ballad