Best Like The Plague Poems
The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in your mind you decided to write,
“Always yours”
Tears sprung from my eyes,
As convicted as your burdened letters
I condemned myself to love again,
How cruel the ink seeped into my marrow
To flitter and flutter upon mere words on a page
Words with promises, confessions, and affection
I could barely read through the gasps of my soul,
The screaming of my mind, and the bleeding of my heart
“Always yours” . . .
Do not inflict me like the plague, oh destroyer!
Do not soon crawl into these open arms
That would not dare push you away
I will love you till the days swallow me whole,
Till the light in you bellows cold with indifference!
We are words, my corresponding dear,
Deepening upon a page about to break
We are words, nothing more,
That are always,
Always Yours
In this uncertain life you work hard everyday,
step in the hamster wheel you have mounting bills to pay,
careful not to resort to temptation you crave,
you think of the Que Sera Sera song sung by Doris Day,
You watch the news people are filled with rage,
hoping agains't hope that humanity will turn a different page,
feeling like that solitary hamster stuck in his cage,
people who have no problems resist you like the plague,
Things seem to go pretty smoothly then you have a rogue wave,
major health and financial problems out of the blue like a slap in the face,
you hang in there and keep swimming for your life trying to be brave,
just keep hanging ten on your surfboard knowing that Jesus saves,
Another day of waves of anxiety is the price we pay,
worrying about our country's future and our children's fate,
sometimes you feel like time is short and your just devil's play,
anxiety is the devils priority until were in our graves.
2-23-17
Fear of Numbers
Fear of numbers is real
They carry adding machines on their backs
And loaded numbered guns
Divide and subtract from families and everyone
With two times the pleasure two times the fun
Double their trouble on the run
You cannot escape the digits on your hands and toes
They are counting on you to pull them through
Children fear math and numbers like the plague
Run from them at multiple fractions of a second
Poof!...Like zero, (Is that a real name and number?), they are gone
Figures hide behind accountants glasses
Hitting you with tons of taxes
Not to be divisive or derisive
Or taken down in dividends
I think they’re out to get you
In the end they have no =
Something’s don’t add up
You can count on that
A lonesome coyote howled deep in the wood
And a MOST unwise owl somehow misunderstood
Oh, alas and alack!
She rashly hooted back
(And she hooted as hard as she possibly could)
"Who the heck heeds my howl, for god's merciful sake?
Could this perhaps be my potential life mate?"
..."Give a hoot who you hoot at
if you don't know just who 'dat
You hoot at!" screeched the owl a wee bit too late
The gossip that followed defied explanation!
Squirrels scolded scathing and righteous damnation
The eagle screamed from his peak
"Don't even show us your beak!"
(An owl with a tarred and feathered reputation)
The coyote's good name turned muddy and mucky
Rumor spread like the plague so he never got lucky
"Your character is fowl"
Hitting up on an owl?"
(Last I heard he migrated to Kentucky)
Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!
Go ahead, try to separate the races.
You politicians have egg, on your malicious faces.
Not realizing in your frozen hearts.
You toss imperfect, very hopeless darts.
Neither money nor educatiion
Can separate friends of the American nation.
Equity for Blacks only, you shout from your parapets.
ThatWill never separate us, not one bit.
So you fund hate groups to form derision,
Amongst hearts who have made, no such decision.
You paint whites as Nazis, blacks as slaves?
You think we are animals or morons, you hopeless knaves!
We have friends of all colors and religions.
But you go on fake news, as dense as pigeons.
You do all in your power to make this beautiful world dour.
You shout, “The world is ending by the hour?”
Filling us with fear, like climate change,
The ozone layer went up one percent, but not to Al Gore and his gang.
Whites mucking about, pretending they are Black?
It sickens me, Caucasians,it’s a racial attack.
Equity, as if, this were even ever possible.
We of all colors, think you are miserable.
So twenty years ago, I found a Black sister online.
Living in the hood, with loving heart that really shines!
She’s problems with sleep, as bullets fly about all night.
Seven hundred and thirty five, died in that city alone last year, what a fright!
DC bigwigs avoid the Hood like the Plague.
Yet demand Democrats vote for Blacks alone, don’t dare turn the page.
They tell them freedom is food stamps and a free phone?
It is such a lie, it makes me gasp and groan.,
Keeping the Blacks forever, on othe Plantation Nation!
You, while they are killed in the Hood, fly to Davos on vacation.
Dedicated to my Sistah of another mother!
Like you, Blessed Rita , there is no other!
With love,
Sistah Pangie
1/23/2023
Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals.
My chair can get closer from the side,
but the view isn't as accessible.
If I could only get well, I can do those things.
I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings.
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things?
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose.
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden,
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets.
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see.
I know the routine.
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair.
The unborn, even less able with their handicap
than me, to have a voice.
One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven,
no need to avoid like the plague,
because there won't be any.
Just things the way they ought to be.
It is the laziest of all creatures,
It could eat and eat filet all the day long.
Investigative eyes is a feature,
And it will sing to you its forlorn song.
It will avoid you like the plague by day,
Skulking, running, bounding, from room to room.
By night it searches through the halls for its prey,
The hunted will meet its impending doom.
The whisper of whiskers against the door,
Tip-toe, pitter-patter, sneakily creeps.
All at once bounding across the floor,
Whoosh goes the paw across the mouse hole deep.
“Drat!” says the cat, missed the mark once again,
Once more the mouse hunt will have to begin.
That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter
It's starts the day right, it's a sadness defeater
We wake up all groggy and stumble over things
Into walls and doorways as to the table we cling
Lucky if we make it to the kitchen in one piece
Hopefully we won't get splattered with grease
While cooking up bacon and eggs and some taters
I'm wondering the cost of a live-in baker
Okay back to the brew that revives us once more
Without it we're zombies with blood splats galore
If the girls at the office could see me like this
There'd be no more begging for a passionate kiss
Pretend not to see me, avoid me like the plague
They'd make up excuses no matter how vague
So you see the importance of our morning brew
It starts the day off with a bright howdy do
That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter
It's yummy in the tummy and a sadness defeater
© Jack Ellison 2015
She was a barnacle on my bum
Following me around town
getting jealous if I talked to another girl
even if they were 91.
I didn't want to hurt her
because she was so sweet
But every time I turned around
she'd be there on the street
Some times she used to frighten me
I'd have nightmare in bed at night
She was like a heat seeking missile
and she had me in her sites.
She had lips like Mick Jagger
and was always kissing me
And all because I complimented her once
and bought her a cup of tea
Now she's besotted
and wants to marry me.
I can't see what she sees in me
I try to avoid her like the plague
I was scared to leave the house
But had to and be brave.
I had to always be on the watch
Like a hunting cat
be as agile as a ballerina
and as stealthy as a rat.
But then she found a boyfriend
I was happy as can be
Because he now had a barnacle on his bum
Phew! and not me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.march.
Bartender, Bartender . . . mix me a drink . . .
and give me one of your alchemic, mystic concoctions.
Bartender, Bartender . . . tell me what you think . . .
as you give me your magnificent magic elixir.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I don’t want to think . . .
but I need that feeling of sublime nothingness.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I’m in love with her . . .
but only YOU know the truth of what I can’t tell others.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I’m really not a broken man . . .
and—believe it or not—I still have faith in my fellow man (sometimes).
Bartender, Bartender . . . I do love your alcohol . . .
and your enviable mastery of the alcoholic arts.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I dislike stupid people (immensely) . . .
and I avoid them (like the plague) whenever I possibly can.
Bartender, Bartender . . . my love of poetry is for all eternity . . .
and my passion for it knows no limits in the human imagination.
Bartender, Bartender . . . mix me a drink . . .
and whether one day I meet Jehovah or Mephisto,
please always give me one of your alchemic, mystic concoctions.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 30, 2014
Note: A "Warlock" is a male witch
I am the poetic Warlock,
Putting poets in a headlock
Spellbound? Just believe what you’re seeing
A morbid mind confined within my being!
Poetically I let the energy flow from me
To metaphorically turn me into a beast!
I spring from an altered reality
Blessed with immortality to be a priest!
Forget nine lives; I’m walking and talking, eternity
Where no poet survives outside this fraternity
Poetically, I’m committing a felony
Forcing stanzas into captivity!
From the push of my pen
Intertwined is every word
I play to be king among men,
Knocking those in first place to third!
You had better say a prayer
If you steal from my metaphor store
I’ll have you pulling out your hair
While you prepare for this war!
Poets, I’ve come to graciously slay.
That doesn’t captivate me so I read Hemingway!
But Edgar Alan Poe, just so you know,
Fuels the flow; he’s my sensei!
A poet with demonic entities in his corner,
I emotionally murdered my baby momma
And I did not even mourn her!
How I hate fake friends that pretend,
Especially when we were cool since childhood
I’d break a leg just to avoid them
Like the plague, they are no good!
Once again it’s time for Halloween!
Put on your masks and prepare to scare!
Heads will roll from my poetic guillotine
And this I do declare!!
TRICK OR TREAT!
HAPPY HOLLOWEEN
I WANNA FEEL THE PULSE OF YOUR HEARTBEAT!!
What is wrong with the world today
So many people have lost their way
Led in all the wrong directions
While losing the one on one connection
With emotions from real human beings
Only responding with the days trending memes
Obsessing over their likes and views
Censorship rights that are being abused
The media’s fueling the chaos and lies
Riots on the streets when a criminal dies
Disease spreading worldwide like the plague
The only thing being said about it is vague
The world is more divided than ever before
Conflicting countries on the verge of war
Voter fraud elections current president
Still don’t know exactly what he meant
People don’t know if they are girls or boys
Blindly going along with all the democratic ploys
To fund other countries and to try and make us weak
The next few years in our country seems bleak
Gas prices rising, along with the unemployment rate
There’s no need to work when you're living off the state
Free money for rent and good food on your plate
Only have till the 1st of the month to wait.
Slowly coming out of the COVID quarantine
It seems so unreal, it feels just like a dream
People wearing masks over their mouths and noses
Small businesses failing so that their door closes
Unable to support their families
Because we all know money don’t grow on trees
No support for the military, but all for refugees
Someone make this world stop spinning please
Queens in school reading to your child’s class
My kid don’t need to know what goes in your ass
Gay pride parades going down the street
Trampling the values that lay dead at their feet
Americas days are now filled with chaos
We all know that Biden is not really the boss
Somebody else is pulling all the strings
Who really knows what our future brings
People are calling to defund the police
But doing so will never bring us peace
Life is crazy now, it don’t make no damn sense
America was better with Trump as president
7/22/2021
My husband challenged me to write a rap, so I did. this is just my opinion, everyone has that right, no offense intended.
Scarecrow
You'll find me
in paddy fields and gardens;
even on front porches.
I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be.
I look frozen in time,
mimicking Jesus
crucified on the cross,
but I swear I mean no disrespect,
you religious zealots!
Blame farmers and gardeners!
They make me look this way!
They live to humiliate me;
dressing me up like a ragamuffin,
stuffing straw inside my coveralls,
placing a dumb-looking hat
atop my head; you name it!
Yes, I know I look ridiculous.
I wish I'd put
my perennially outstretched arms down.
Don't be scared of me, kids,
I speak no evil
I don't speak at all,
and I do not harm anything
that breathes air
Yet you humans choose to avoid me
like the plague
but come Halloween,
you all love me for just a day!
Go figure.
Yeah, I see some of you
staring at me, chuckling;
whispering amongst yourselves
about me having no brain
in the "Wizard of Oz" movie.
In my defense,
It was a misrepresentation!
I don't speak, but I'm not that dumb!
I know how to do my thankless job
and do it well.
I scare off all the birds
that peck at newly cast
seeds of growing crops, don't I?
Not so brainless now, am I?
Date written: 05/15/2020
Believe It
I'm a bit misguided
I sometimes neglect my appearance
My brain has been through
blunt force trauma
I speak the language of regret
I overdose on my emotions
I use sarcasm because it
keeps me interested
I have a mild death wish
My enemies are usually
figments of my imagination
An aura of disaster occasionally
follows me around
What does not confuse me is desire
So keep your heart within reach
Because I'm coming for you like the PLAGUE