Best Pestilence Poems
Once Every Second,
A child dies in Africa,
Where are your children?
When the dynamo
of effervescent truisms
rears it's head
through anxiety laden thoughts
you begin to understand
the ebb and flow
of the mysteries
of the mind.
You realize that sometimes
reflections mixed with meditation
can lead you to
wild ruminations
whereby you create
unrealistic situations
fostered by introspection.
It is just a fact
of human nature
that everyone must deal with
on this mixed-up
crazy ride.
My wife woke me up last night and said that she had been bitten all over by something,
She said she was certain it had not been me...
Alarmed! I rolled off the bed and landed on my knee.
Our baby was sleeping soundly and he did give a tither,
Sleep was precious and mine was a lost treasure.
Switching on the lights, I ventured to check
My wife, armed with a torch went over every speck
Checking anything that moves, including my shadow...
She declared she was fed up with my strange bedfellows!
My wife, she is a fighter! and I went down once again, hook line and sinker.
Crawling carefully, we saw quite a few well fed guests,
Trust me, they had had a feast and were ready for a well earned rest.
"Bed bugs! in my house!!" bellowed my wife!
I knew someone was nearing the end of someone's life.
The blame was sure to come on me and and so I quit exchanging pleasantries.
The next day I surfed the net and posted the problem on a website...
And answered phone calls well into the night!
Carpet area, free services and yearly sprays to get rid of all pests..
The offers were tougher to negotiate than a reprieve from the God of Death.
All said and done, the deal was signed and the work began.
They sprayed all over and under and even in between the third and fourth dimensions
Einstein would have been impressed, maybe even written an equation!
I sit in front of the computer with a runny nose...
Keeping watch over the house even as the scourge of the bugs slowly go.
The house smells funny and for two days I will miss their company.
My wife and kids, I mean and not the bed bugs.. O Reader!!
You are as bad as my wife, who thinks I am a lazy bugger!
Little bed bugs can shake a household,
Or as in my case, put life on hold.
Nowadays I write poems for my friends who have turned cold.
Those pest control guys did a good job, I believe,
I can see insects falling from the walls, the cracks, and the crevices.
Sometimes Life is just simple and straight,
Bed bugs, cockroaches and even a few mosquitoes are a part of your fate.
What is amazing is that a bug's bite has been converted into the Net's byte!
I rest my case...
Accepting whatever I get with...grace.
I'm sitting at a desk,
no longer mine,
in a house that is no more,
before me, a glass of wine,
and a book I've seen before
a journal, forty years old,
my wisdom then, was somehow
seemingly far greater and visionary,
than what I have just now...
there's termites in my floorboards,
there's termites in my mind
I need a good exterminator,
to save me from their kind....
a package deal he offers,
including soup to nuts,
I told him very firmly,
I am a poetry soup nutty putz....
you put a cockroach in my home,
you'll see me burn it down...
I hate bugs so very much,
the mere thought brings me a frown
give me mice, if you have to,
give me termites if you must,'
but put a cockroach in my home,
I'll soon enough turn it into dust
ticks should only infest clocks,
fleas for a political refugee,
bed bugs only for a mattress store,
and ants to keep uncles company
I'm afraid then to follow this logic,
and think of what cockroachs
intend for their encroaches
just the thought of this subject,
the disgusting world of bugs,
makes me awful nauseous,
with lots and lots of "Ughs"!!!
Nobody should be hugging, if you please;
We brought it with us from when chimpanzees.
Kissy lips is a humanity trait;
But humans ain’t, for the planet, so great.
A godless mass afraid of Death,
though unfettered by rebellion against God.
Uneasy calm imposed by modern gadgets,
global alarm from nations once revered,
A surge of pestilence from the east
trans-versing the cope of earth,
undefined yet named,
A demon unleashed beyond proud science,
The Vain research for a cure,
speculations of empty brained Politicians
and the unending hyperbole of the media
increased trepidation for the unseen,
helpless physicians like simpleton
consenting to the foolery of Politician
defining cures by a mask,
promising relief by sanitizers,
Stay home, isolate and increase your depression by loneliness,
Freedom now mockery, liberty a lie.
compelled by their reset to change the order for another.
Billionaire proposing vaccines,
untasted by the speculators.
Yet the surge unrelenting they say',
is their imposed masks not cure?
Is the sanitizer not a relief?
the pestilence is resistant to their vaccines,
another mutation in Boris Britain they say,
A mockery of their solution,
the speculation a mere phantom.
Ignorant men as viceroy for the unseen realm,
global manipulation of a cult,
A stage for the Antichrist.
Are you sitting down? Sit here, momentarily in this chair.
Let me convey to you something so very important.
Your body is unhinged to get mended will be a feat.
You must consume these pills, then obey those rules.
Forget your mannerisms and the way you even reason.
Everything you’ve ever celebrated is going to dissolve.
Pray to your messiah now with each waking day.
Your body must succumb for it to ever recuperate.
Everyone has an opinion but none have answers.
Sickness, pain and anguish with each petite step.
Tubes, needles and poison are the only solution.
Unhealthiness is hard to overcome, “please go away”.
Concealing the expressions in my hands sobbing, aching,
Occasionally wishing my conclusion was already here.
Foresight that the next day will only elevate anguish,
Swiftly I must awaken for this a new day has come!
“Why? Don’t force me! I ache, this future bleak!”
Inspiration came I knew that I had to ascend, reawaken.
Why today? I know why! It’s the assessment time.
Pressing forward, desiring worthy news to discover.
Optimistic that when his mouth agape I will be clear.
The inactivity induces more angst then the distress.
With many souls here, when did this supervene and why.
The seating room so crowded yet I only think for myself.
No longer distracted by my ailment I now pray for them.
Each can get through this let them envision my resolve.
Be firm, be courageous mustn’t sway from the objective.
Please lord; give these others the strength to overcome.
Being an unmerciful road, I hope the masses fare as well.
Throat knotting up and my eyes begin to fill with tears.
Hearing his voice petrifies my soul and yet encourages.
Walking in smiling, his exclamation so wonderful.
It’s gone, it has disappeared, finally time for me to rejoice.
The raptors, the vultures, the scavengers,
They circle the sky in search of meat.
The carcasses of the fatalities of plague
Lay outstretched on the hills of Attica.
Those that chose not to abstain
Have joined the crowd of corpses.
They do not bury the dead, instead,
They let them rot ‘neath the summer sun.
The barbarians, the heathens, the invaders,
They burn the land and fell the trees.
There is safety behind the walls.
There is a great strategic advantage
In forcing a stalemate. However beleaguered
And stagnant the people may become.
Was it destiny that led me to you
On that night when our eyes first met?
How could love have felt so true
From one kiss so soft, and yet…
Burned so deep within my soul
A vast emptiness was thus ensured,
Defiling my heart, creating this hole,
Which in your absence cannot be cured.
Inside this fate I am compelled to live
Alone in the dreams of what will not be,
And recollect the love I once tried to give
To a plagued heart unwilling to see.
As my footing roots within the path
That has delivered me to such despair,
The anguish of one dying heart’s wrath,
With no other – will it ever compare.
To accept the love I have granted thee
Would restore my heart and set it free.
Feeling quite alone
Wishing deep in our hearts to go back to that known.
What do we do when we feel this despair?
In these circumstances that surround us, and we can’t compare?
Is it confusion that we feel the most?
Or an inability to understand this invisible ghost?
Continuing to face these perplexing circumstances at hand
Pushing our minds into those states, that sometimes we do not understand.
In the gloom, in the surreal that seems to exist
Often fight that which they tell us we should not resist.
Illusionary intentions which do not allow this unknown to die
In the meantime we are asking that question … why?
We see the light that shines from above
Hope surfaces, creating that much needed love.
But we continue to fear the existence of that which can diminish that light
Preventing us from seeing that comforting known, as we look up to the stars at night.
But our souls remain intent on seeing this through
Minds ready for that journey of consciousness to ensue
Always hoping for that day
When all is calm, and this pestilence has gone away.
There at once looms a lethal disease
Across the globe begins to breeze
Taking its toll on the old and young
Flings the whole world into unease
Danger impending, little chance to duck
Everyone ruffled, nervous, and in shock
Afraid of others, chary to mingle
Damning this pouring pestilent ill luck
Panicked public storm the stores
Grabbing disinfectants in scores
Masks are scarce, so is alcohol
Unmasked la-di-das behave like boors
Some authorities use all their might
To appease people’s pains and plight
Some tell big lies to their people
And are too dark to light the night
On the up-and-up, working nonstop
Medical staff always on the hop
Risking their lives, wasting their limbs
To save thousands in rescue op
It was the plague in the days of yore
That mercilessly killed of rich and poor
Now Covid 19 seems to reign supreme
In scaring man maybe even more
Yet this too shall pass thanks to the mettle
Of all the scientists who will not settle
Until they ascertain the proper cure
And take off man’s side, this biting nettle
But worries won’t cease. Only, they change
They’re so diverse and broad in range
Global, national, personal, or what?
Momentous, petty, or even strange!
Pompous Popinjay Politicians
Parlay Parade Practical
Pizzaz Potions,
Priming Us To Sheep.
Pestilence.
.
Sheer madness
Panic and chaos
Tainted with sadness
A wave of pestilence
Sweeping through our lands
The so called experts and Government
Don’t fully understand
Has now cursed the populous
Got out of hand
.
Excessive greed
Disregards common sense
And necessities of basic need
Panic buying
Leaves others without
And many dying
.
The media machine spins fabrications
And fear on a brainwashed gullible population
Social isolation behind closed doors
Fighting an invisible pogrom
In a new world war.
.
The profiteer swine
Greedily scoff from the same troth
And won’t stop
Not content with what
They have got
.
Economic disaster
A sore wound
With no as yet treatment
Band aid or plaster
.
Peoples fear increasing
Peoples trust and spirit broken
And decreasing
Education a precarious occupation
The pharmaceutics companies
Rubbing their hands
Making as much profit as they can
.
Travel abroad coming to a halt
People blaming others
It’s not their fault
Public unrest
The righteous will be blessed
.
A pandemic out of control
To take vulnerable souls
The Devils angry
And has a hold
.
What we see today
Is what was foretold long ago
And has now come to pass
Man never learns
And always gets his fingers burned
As history repeats itself
.
‘’In 1914, an estimated two-thirds of the world's population
was wiped out. The cause people did not wash hands.
The Spanish flu.’’
Peter Dome©2020.
Fell out of bed upon my head
After dreaming I snapped this thread
Sorrow whispers filled me with dread
As I pondered what lied ahead
Stubbed my toe on a soul laid low
His wounded tale filled me with woe
Such remote hopes dashed long ago
The mountaineer climbed a plateau
Could not command my quaking hand
Raging from that pineal gland
Toiling through such mortal demand
So my liver could turn to sand
I spied a flea chowing foul brie
These perked insects still torture me
His scissor mouth tossed up a plea
Begging for some Omega-3
Blood spurted out from the sink spout
Surely there's no pathogen drought
Orders of saints began to shout
Till my bathroom was deemed devout
Fire and turmoil sparked up to broil
As my kitchen became the foil
That cursed stove offered boiling oil
While all the food began to spoil
Locusts and bees prepared a squeeze
Hoping to plant me on my knees
While they consumed fodder with ease
Their hairy legs proffered disease
Brats from the crown gathered around
To point fat fingers towards the ground
Corruption scrambled to surround
Yet quests for truth shoved most profound
That dreary day begged me to slay
To make those ancients start to pay
For tearing down this brave hideaway
And quashing our civil foray
You served as mage to quell my rage
Urging my logic to engage
The loyal keeper with his cage
So the fresh page can guide as sage
Where is pestilence in the world today?
In everything you do.
From pop-ups on computer screens
to settings set for you.
Where phone calls come from marketers
to con you out of money.
And flyers from your government
to say all days are sunny.
Where canvassers will knock at doors
and rob you of your time.
And calendars from politicians
come payed for on your dime.
Where law enforcement's quick to card
and serve you of your rights:
And store clerks offering help to you
to interrupt your plights.
The government who'll force a census
and put you all to work.
Recycle bins of trash you'll sort
then rinse till you're berserk.
The Tax Returns you'll do at cost
and waste what's your's for time;
the government skipping one assess
could do to save a dime.
The life that others force on you
deciding all your fates.
When all of your decisions mean
that pestilence dictates.