Best Organs Poems
As she curls her body into itself
Remembering the day that had followed
She is no longer herself
But only
A mere ghost of what she once was
So much has gone through her body
Her rib cage splayed open like an inviting door
People leaving their dirty foot prints on her lungs
She never remembers inviting them in
But she is far too weak to close the door
The soles of her shoes have worn with her footsteps to find happiness
She always saw the exit sign
But
Her anxiety like an old demon
Creeping its way into her body taking over control
Everytime
The safety of her depression
Always waiting for her to fall back into
Catching her with its claws
Her insomnia at night
Telling her everything isn’t alright
Categories:
organs, anxiety, body, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Human Organs Anyone
Early this morning, there was this dire warning over social media...
Of a van apprehended in Thailand filled with bodies of dead children..
There was a disturbing photo of young children, some half naked...
Laid out in neat rows, some with bandages or plasters in places...
The warning was for all Malaysian parents to be extra vigilant...
Seems there are inhuman syndicates actively scouring for hapless victims...
Butchering stolen kids for young healthy organs for sale.....
Seems it is a thriving trade, it is just another buy and sell..
There are always organs easily available somewhere ...
Just to mention, India and China, they are readily in our minds...
When your life is at stake, it matters not whose organ it is...
When you are at death's door, it does not matter where you get it...
You have the money, time is your enemy, let's have that part...
It matters not the race or nationality, so long it's bleeding red blood...
With suppresor drugs and medication round the clock...
With a new organ inside you, it is a new lease of your life clock...
This early warning to all concerned Malaysians is very timely...
For just recently, there was this news about a poor mother....
Losing not one, but the whole flock of her 5 children...
Foremost in her mind, her children could be victims of human trafficking...
If they are lucky, they could be alive working in some sweat factories...
If not so lucky, they could be mutilated to be life time beggars in some foreign countries...
If they are really unlucky, they end up victims of the lucrative underground trade...
They may be kept alive as some human cattle, in readiness for an opportunistic trade..
Yes, there are human organs for sale, fresh and healthy, vitality guaranteed...
When you have the money, and death is your spectre, life is all you plea..
If your price is right, would you like to have a fresh beating heart...
To match the pair of healthy kidneys you've just bought....???
Categories:
organs, abuse, business, community,
Form:
Free verse
I
The former Minister said, "You are born out of the world,"
Not into it! Think of a flower, How is it born?
Myriads of marvelous blooms are born into the world
And we, humans, want to be sui generis, alone!
II
When you think of a wonderful waterfall, serene
Your (thyroid &) internal organs calibrate your fuel efficiently
By forsaking angry thoughts, envy ... you are naturally
Healing your body & mind, or slowing their decay
III
Loving Nature, thanking plant & animal as you say Grace
Much as Amerindians did before, during, after hunt & growth
So close were they (but without Jesus), sensing Spirit in all
Perhaps erring only in valuing Creation more than tribal foes
IV
So while I celebrate a natural life, tuned to the universe
I believe the words in Scripture (Romans 1)
Free-willed humans worship created things, idols made by us
Not the Creator, who gave all tribes rules to control NUMBER 1
V
In concluding this sermon of a poem, readers
I evoke a smile from you, about social distancing:
We have been practicing it for too long with Nature
When COVID19 returns humans to more "natural managing."
Categories:
organs, angst, bible, health, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
i put plastic wrap around my insides
to keep everything together
when i’m falling apart
sometimes it’s too tight around my lungs
i cant breathe
Categories:
organs, abuse, anxiety, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Some folks use four different organs
to think with,
but only one of them
has any brains.
One of them is sometimes
a wallet. You can imagine
the other two
since only one of them
has any brains.
Another sometimes breaks.
You can imagine
the other one
since only one of them
has any brains.
---
JDZoller Copyright © Feb 8, 2010
Categories:
organs, funny
Form:
Light Verse
When I die,I'm gonna make a donation.
I'll make a donation so others can survive.
I'll make a donation and save so many lives.
Now,take it all. Use every part.
Liver,Kidney,Lungs,and Heart.
I'll die but leave a legacy.
There will be a piece of me that lives on in others.
My body is useless to me now.
My spirit has left it.
My body is useless to me now.
But others need my gift.
Why do so many have to wait .
Leave it to chance.Leave it to fate.
It is so selfish not to give
Because there's an organ shortage
PEOPLE ARE DYING! PEOPLE ARE DYING!
So,when YOU die I hope you make a donation
Make a donation so others can survive.
Make a donation,you'll save so many lives!!
Categories:
organs, care, death, funeral, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
Under azure Italian sky of Balkans
The mage plays huge church organs
The force that his music brightens
Is reflected in eyes of falcons
The elements including spirit are at the base
And with this spirit you can see God’s face
Above spirit multiple destinies occupy next space
They are one of elements of higher countenance
The force that takes element’s of spirit place
Only one note higher then spirit at the base
And has even more sublime grace
That is the fifth element in second place
The single pipe of organs has them all
Starting at the base with the soul
All elements that emanate from the soul
Everyone somewhere on first pipe will fall
Second pipe’s elements are those made by forge of dream
And the fifth of them compare to spirit is extreme
Just like elements of forge to earths elements are extreme
The fifth element at the base of second pipe is sublime not supreme
There are as many such elements as on first pipe are placed
And on the forge of dream element they are based
Above the forge element they are spaced
And by mage their song is aced
Third pipe and forth and so on also exist
Their elements flow through sublime mist
Of so many pipes the organs consist
That even though amount of notes in pipe is eons long list
Compare to amount of pipes it almost does not exist
That is how many pipes are played through celestial mist
On organ that on symphony of magnificence insist
And with beauty and enchantment of notes will persist
More beautiful is its song
Then nightingales warble or sound of a gong
Nonlinearity is above the organs that play this song
And together with it they make sonnet that to divine will belong.
Categories:
organs, fantasy, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
RIP is what they wrote above me,
But that hasn't put an end to this thing.
The bugger's still up there happily,
Prancing and dancing,
And I can't get any sleep!
If I could get out of this box of oak,
I'd put an end to his nasty little joke.
He would never dance again.
For I would be the means to his end.
The improbable is possible,
Some time or another.
This is one thing I've learned and oft said,
Your dancing is the cause of my pain and torture,
So, get ready for the return of the cranky living dead!
I'll scare the crap out of you,
And send you to an early grave.
Then I will dance to a happy tune,
While you rot unsaved.
Finally, RIP will really mean,
Rest In Peace.
For The Dancing my friend,
Is about to end.
As you become one,
Of the resting deceased!
I threw down the gauntlet,
And said, "Dance your worst!"
He came at me undaunted,
In a terrible burst,
Of speed and flying feet.
But this served to aid me,
In his final defeat.
For one thing he forgot,
The dead travel fast.
I side-stepped his onslaught...
No repeat of the past.
I spun quickly around,
And knocked him to the ground.
I Stepped on the dancing fool,
And disarmed him of sword.
Just the thing for the cause.
No time for a messy duel.
But just then he uttered a few words,
Which gave me reason to pause...
A last request?
I was given none.
Surely you jest,
Your dancing days are done!
I chopped, hacked, and sliced on,
And drove him asunder.
He did not last long,
And no wonder...
I cleaved him open,
From knave to chaps.
Out spilled his blood and organs.
Upon his grave I'll play taps,
And dance...
Perhaps a "Tap Dance".
The time has come for he,
With his head lying at his feet,
To make observations,
Form and express opinions.
To see and watch me,
Dance The Dancing!
My revenge is complete.
The last dance is over.
And it tasts far more sweet,
To know,
In Hell, you shall dance no more,
Forever.
What's that,
I hear?
You want to wear,
The funny little hat,
And use the cane...
Ah, that's a shame.
For you see,
Where your going,
In the world underground,
No Dancing Is Allowed!
Categories:
organs, allusion, analogy, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Kurplunk
Went my
Heart
In your
Hands
So I fled
Fast and far
And I knew
You wouldn't
Get far
Silly illusion
I hope you
Understand
I was too afraid
To let you in
Kurplunk
Went all my
Thoughts
Onto the floor
Maybe one
Day I won't
Think so much
But let it just
Happen
Categories:
organs, life
Form:
Human guts oozes out
Because of a vampire’s big mouth
Tearing the stomach wide open
No tormenting words were spoken
The walking dead feeds on its bloody organ
It was the gushy blood of j.p morgan
Whose eyes were plucked and smashed
His inside guts were also slashed
10-27-2020
Categories:
organs, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
Aphorisms or EPIGRAMS on God and Human FREEDOM (?)
1. God is hiding in plain sight: God is the background, the very canvas, without which the foreground, the ART, cannot be!
The renowned Missionary-Apostle, Paul, told the Athenian philosophers, even your poets say that "in Him we live and move and have our being." The reference is BOOK of ACTS 17:28. The intelligentsia of Greece had erected statues to their many gods, goddesses, and one "To the Unknown God," to cover their bases. Paul told them the UNKNOWN GOD to you, is well known to us!
2. Why can't you see your own eyes, or hear your own ears, or beat your own heart? Why can't we return the living breath in a person that dies? Who gave the newborn its first breath?
The one or FORCE that gives newborn babies their very first breath of life ... who or what is IT? Why can't we get the same FORCE to restore the breath in a dying or dead person? So, we are not independent after all, even to the point of not controlling our heart beats, or managing the function of internal organs!
Categories:
organs, bible, birth, body, creation,
Form:
Epigram
With nowhere else to turn,
I'm driving this defective time machine off a cliff
I'm the lead detective but I'm off this case
If blankets and pillows can harmonize as weapons,
Then consider this a sleep of faith
A gas mask couldn't save me from this room you've filled
with tantalizing radiation you call a breath of fresh air
Brothers from different smothers
And I know that life is short
But with all this going into my lungs,
I might as well take a hit to get there first
And I know that life isn't fair
But brothers in control together, stay together
And in a race to my lungs,
I know what could get there first
And in a race to my ears,
I know you would lay your curse
on thicker and cozier
than a wolf in sheep's clothing
And moving forward without knowing
Is looking like my ticket out of this hell hole
If your goal was for me to fear you,
You won in the wrong way
I only fear the that I'll grow further out of this
And unfasten this mask
And pump my breathing tubes with a heavy dose of ignorant bliss
Which we both know is just your poison in lavenders clothing
Categories:
organs, depression, drug, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Ernest was a taxidermist.
Who stuffed birds and animals the firmest.
Ernie had made a name,
In the taxidermist game,
He was also a professional internist.
Categories:
organs, 10th grade,
Form:
Limerick
Tong and the sex organs very sharp exit points,care and concern of organs to reach Heaven’s entry point!
Categories:
organs, care,
Form:
Blank verse
Reeds are the cathedral
Pipe organs to the stars
You breathe in and out
You bend and sway
To the voice of God, but
Dip your hands
Among the moonlit lakes
Categories:
organs, inspirational
Form:
Free verse