Best Prescription Poems
with one foot short I was hamper’d
believin' my life was 'ncumber’d
when quite by surprise
'peared a girl with cross-eyes
and proclaim’d I was doctor order’d!
01/18/11
© All Rights Reserved
Do you feel the need for love and romance?
Option number one: dinner and a dance.
Chill at home with Netflix and a hot date.
Turn out the lights and make out till late.
Option number two: gifts galore.
Remember the one you'll always adore.
Love at first sight and your heart is pounding;
Once you're with that special one, it's totally astounding.
Valentine's Day is here with flowers, candy, and doves;
Every single person needs somebody to love.
I hope your day is filled with excitement and delight,
And wish you a happy Valentine's Day and night.
A few years ago I got sick. Real sick. Hospital sick. Near death sick. But I
survived or I would not be writing this. I had several surgeries but this story is
not about that. It is about the drug Fentanyl, a powerful pain killer, ten times
stronger than Morphine. Yes, that is what they were giving me to control the
pain. I was in the hospital six months, so you can imagine the addiction I had
to this drug. The doctors were smart though, because about four weeks before
I was to come home, they started the take me off Fentanyl. It was to be done
very slowly, but still I had a terrible reaction. My body had got used to it and it
liked it. I would thrash around the bed like a lunatic. They were only giving
me small doses of it and also giving me Tylenol. (TYLENOL, I would say, that is
USELESS!) The doctors kept telling me, " you do not need it anymore." (YEAH,
that's what YOU think. I NEED it!) Well, after the four weeks, I came down to
earth. I was free again to be me. It was then, that I realized how easy it is
to become addicted to a prescription drug.
oh it was dreamy
lost in a haze of nothing-
crashing down screaming
Now years later, I am hearing on the news that people are dying from taking
Fentanyl. This drug has hit the street and is killing people. They love the high,
and take more than the dose any doctor would perscribe. It is a killer and must
be treated with respect. To take it for a high, is a death wish.
a sad funeral
the teen was so beloved-
it was just one time
_________________________
May 30, 2016
Poetry/Haibun/Senryu/Prescription Drug Addiction
Copyright Protected, ID 16-796-202-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The colorful Drug
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
Rx *7563287 BEC 11/11/11
Seems to me,
what you need
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction
Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:
( )
Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain
Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains
WARNING!!!
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy
attempting to read while operating machines...
will cause you to drive lousy.
"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
Anton Chekhov
A doctor, a poet and a singer,
he was all three talents rolled into one,
prescribed in poetry, advised by song,
his medical practice was so much fun!
recited famous poems as he talked,
his happy patients were of him in awe,
he danced to his songs as he walked,
yet his treatment without a single flaw!
he was most popular with little tots,
they giggled at funny faces he pulled,
amongst doctors there may be many sorts,
but I bet none like him that are so chilled!
diseases of body are many kinds,
treated with medicines of many types,
with a jovial doctor, mind unwinds,
to help body overcome its gripes!
Premiere contest winner (4)
written 20/03/2021
Reveal your other Muse contest
Margarita Lillico sponsored
Brevity hence 4 stanzas
10 syllables, quatrains with partial imperfect rhyme.
Living the lap of luxury all that glitter isn’t gold
Whatever ‘retail therapy’ provides is not worth the soul
Compassion mixed with a dash of guilt thinking of the ‘have not’s
But it is not enough to stop waiting at the door for the UPS drop-offs
Money, greed, power these are the values of today
Torn between love of man or feeding the cliché’
Keep up with the Jones’ bombards the airwaves, everything airbrushed in between
When all looks just so, she’s a size 2, he’s GI Joe, and baby completes the scene
Then you will have ‘arrived’ so this is what ‘they’ say
Dark is the soul of a man who was crazy
to let a pure love pass on by,
his fear of commitment, his immature ways
brought regret, and a tear to his eye.
She was the perfect one, destined to flavour
his days with a grace rarely seen,
they were as soul mates with nothing but sunshine
to savour, and dreams to convene.
A lifetime of fantasies, nothing was real
for this man disinclined to know love,
he postured and played, he pretended, he posed,
he was scared of this gift from above.
The lesson he thought he had mastered so well
came to nothing, it went up in smoke,
he courted her, loved it when he made her laugh,
yet this man was the butt of the joke.
Now he's lonely again and he thinks he'll be fine,
but he's stuck with the same old despair,
will he ever be worthy of this woman's love,
will he find the prescription to care?
He still remembers her beautiful voice
and the way she made light of his woes,
he hopes she'll forgive him, tell him he's a fool,
another chance? only she knows.
© bickerstaffe - all rights reserved
Author Notes
...yet another autobiographical insight.
Piss over a dog bite
It helps to heal wound quickly
Adding salt to wound
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Sixth Placement
Contest: Redneck Psalms
jaundiced swells
anemic sunset swooning…
blood moon transfusion
07 May 2016
Legally Addicted
Legally Addicted
I'm a slave a prisoner to its sweet nectar.
It calls to me like human flesh calls to Hannibal Lecter.
My lips need its sweet syrup to quench their desert dryness,
Without this elixir i cannot live my life to its fullest and in diviners,
Withdrawals make me a living corps the walking dead lifeless,
A demon risen from the depths of hell,
Living this hellish lifestyle is where I dwell,
Consumed by a solution never will I be able to dispel
I am damned to this addictions laws and orders
I cannot be the arguer for the horror I will endure would be torture,
Do you really think I planned for it to be this way
I am captive a hostage in each and every way day by day,
Prescribed by a physician you fully trust and whom you listen,
However they failed to mention the slight issue with this prescription,
That being the addiction, as time goes by the dose fly's sky high,
My body cries with hunger pains that I just cant satisfy,
An unquenchable thirst so bad you think you may die,
There's no escaping the yearnings and cravings,
The need for it is to great should you try behaving,
Then inevitably you will be left in a catatonic state,
Addiction has stolen my life, I cannot exists without it which I hate,
This unholy shadow haunts me following me closely,
Its impossible to abstain from such a euphoric feeling,
The more I use more layers begin peeking and peeling,
Revealing the depth of the addictions destruction and domination,
This poison begins to rot the flesh resulting in ruination,
Who knew such pure liquid ecstasy causes such catastrophe,
I never go to the doctors much at all.
My new primary inherited me when
my prior doctor left last fall.
I made the appointment because I was sick
and feared I'd been bitten by a Lyme's tick.
When I asked the new doctor to order a
Western Blot, the most accurate test,
this is what I got.
"I've been practicing medicine for thirty years,"
his volume increased as it burned my ears.
"Your blood pressure is high", obvious to see,
and then he proceeded to lecture me...
"Your vessels have narrowed, probably full of plaque.
Your going have a stroke or a heart attack".
This doctor must have thought me deaf or may be just
dense. I got a good dose of his arrogance.
I don't remember asking for a prescription for mean but
he was definitely the angriest doctor I've ever seen.
Well, off to see my cardiologist.
His bed side manner is the best.
By Laura
June 25, 2015
When did these amphetamines become the better part of me?
Masses strung out high above the labels we blindly believe
Crazy are the ones who drop the speed and slow it down
Foolish are the ones who think that ADD gave up the crown
There are no cures behind the trusted labels in the pharmacy
We’re tweakers, junkies, stoners; high on complacency
Ignorance is the pipe we smoke our haunted spirit of lies
Bliss is the drug we greedily pursue without our tired eyes
When did we stop looking for the answers to our questions?
When did we start believing in false prophets inside the sun?
We pray, we love, we consume without direction of any kind
This life of mine is starting to look like the blind leading the blind
I’m strung out these days on lies insurance companies buy
No search for the cure when the addicts just want to cry
Too much money at stake for false prophets to step down
They would rather play king while the masses slowly drown
Until the day we all will drown
Until the day we burn to the ground
Don’t offer me a prescription.
For my problems or my pain
Just let me take my shoes off
And go walking in the rain
Don’t give me no advice
From your theories obsolete
Just let me feel the “BIG BANG”
From my head down to my feet
Don’t share with me your "TALL TALES"
About how you survived the night
Just let me say at the end of the day
That “I'M REALLY DOING ALRIGHT”
Circa 1990’s
It is in the air
Maybe the chair
Giving everyone a health care scare
And that is not fair
Added to having the homework done
And recess fun
Wearing a mask
Is the law abiding marketed task
Saying this will solve the problem
Scripted “We got them”
Ending the virus infection
As a prescription protection
Face covering does have an angry sight
Uncomfortable and tight
Frightful with might
Trying to breathe
Taking away human expressions to see
Trust needs to come on board
To win the invisible contagious war
By showing the door
Defeating controlling factors looking for a power play score
This is a choice
Made behind the godly surgical hidden voice
“I see your man date
And raise you ‘after Election Day get things straight’”
This is a concern
Distractions in the environment where students learn
Both book smarts
And social starts
Memorizing everything by heart
In order to be ready in playing a part
In this debatable plot
Dumped on those wanting a shot
Know the setting
Before betting
Taking the mask off
And getting a life threatening cough
From the smoke
That the Marlboro cowboy stoked
And the entertainers puffed while telling a joke
Sipping on something added to their coca coke
Wearing a mask is not a way to conform
Instead it’s a peaceful way during a storm
To call the house
Squeaky as a mouse
“I hope you have a better hand
In this political party stand
Or a new generation will win the pot voting ‘you are canned’”
Once you've got the writing bug, you'll know it.
It's not like other ailments you've had.
Instead of getting over it,
you're composing. When you find
you're popping out posies
almost daily - then
you've got it bad!
Doctor says,
"NEVER
STOP."
Just write and write and write. Best advice I can give.