Best Sedatives Poems
He was known as Joltin John
With his baseball bat and his cap upon
He played the game with vigour and speed
Many a supporter said he was all that they need
Was born Guiseppe Paolo DiMaggio number eight child
Lived in America for his eighty four years 'til he died
Played as centre fielder during all his career
With the New York Yankees, who he held dear
Described by some as an uncaring brute
Responsible for Marilyn Monroe sliding into disrepute
With sedatives and such by dominating her so much
Controlling her career to stop her kissing men and such
He craved the limelight just for himself
Yet disliked Marilyn doing the same herself
Yet on the field he was no freak
Known for his 56 game hitting streak
Was MVP winner three times with determination
An all star in each of his thirteen seasons
You will find him in the baseball hall of fame
Look closely you will see his name
Was voted as sports living legend of all time
Was the baseball centennial year of nineteen sixty nine
His first wife was Dorothy Arnold an extra on the film
in which his minor role endured her to him
Married for just five years a son was born
Carries the name of Joseph John
In later years after the Arthur a Miller charade
DiMaggio rescued her from the tormented life she had
Would sit and read poetry on their latter years
Finding a Contentment that slated all fears
So this man had his bad points and good
Needed to reach his soul to be understood
Deep down inside he loved Marilyn for sure
This we will never find out, cos he is no more
He stands alone high in his baseball we surely know that
As a father and husband on his nose he fell flat
.
Remember when we see these idols it's all outer skin
We will never ever know what they are thinking within.
penned 20/4/2015
Categories:
sedatives, baseball,
Form:
Couplet
You didn't shake
as much in
the psych ward,
possibly because
of the medication.
A cocktail of
paxil, seroquel,
lithium and sedatives.
The white walls
dimmed your
pale complexion.
The pink rosed
paintings on the
wall reflected
the first bit
of color returning
to your peaked
gaunt cheeks, and
big sad eyes.
You'd get so angry,
trying to hold back
cries...stressed
from all the secrets
of your condition that
the uniforms and
clipboards kept
from you.
We'd walk the
circular hallway.
My black work loafers
and your socks
circumfrencing the
middle ground of
sanity.
We'd hold eachother
in the corner, under
the light wood
safety rail.
You, propped up
against the wall.
Me..pressed againt
your chest.
You'd envelope
me with your
long arms and
whisper in my ear
between your tears
that this...
couldn't last forever.
Categories:
sedatives, life, loss, lost love,
Form:
Narrative
Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.
I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t.
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.
Dropped my shield
Set myself on fire
Burned up a daft dream
And fell to ashes.
I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.
Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.
Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.
Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.
Categories:
sedatives, age, analogy, birth, change,
Form:
Free verse
LOVE MIGHT BE BLIND (a true story, apart from last two lines of 7th verse)
'Love might be blind, but it's not deaf,'
Is what my dear husband has said.
By claiming my snoring is so loud,
It's enough to wake up the dead.
He's made some outrageous statements,
That my snoring 's like a truck's roar,
Causes the windows to rattle ,
Thinks an earthquake's shaking the floor.
My snoring woke the neighbour's dog,
Is what I was told one morning.
I really think that's a bit far-fetched,
Though rubbing his eyes and yawning.
He's tried different types of ear plugs,
But never dulls the noise I make.
Though I haven't heard myself snore,
He swears it keeps him wide awake.
I've also tried kinds of inventions,
Bought from the chemist's shop.
There were sprays, plasters and masks,
None worked for my snoring to stop.
Love might be blind, but it's not deaf,
We married for better or worse,
Never dreaming it could be this bad,
Loud snoring can be such a curse.
Resorting to drastic measures,
Deciding on sedatives to take,
Sleeping deeply he now snores,
Which keeps me wide awake.
Love might be blind,
but marriage is an eye opener!
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2013
From book 'Chocolate and Chuckles'.
Categories:
sedatives, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I could have been born anywhere
to any kind of family
or tribe for that matter.
I could have been adopted
or at least adopted a pen name.
At some point in my life
I've been to Paris.
I could have studied ordinary things there
but I don't want to think about ordinary things
not then, not there, not now.
I would have eventually been influenced by sedatives and surrealism
which would have influenced the beliefs held hostage in my subconsciousness.
I have no doubt I'd end up sitting in a room with a book case
and years would go by
just as I had expected.
By gosh.
Categories:
sedatives, identity,
Form:
Free verse
pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting
My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness
Categories:
sedatives, angst, death, depression, education,
Form:
Personification
I heard the radio say we won’t make it
the announcer was quite sure of it
I’m fearing the sound of sirens
Welcoming the sound of detachment
From inside out
Outside in
From last nights drink to tomorrow nights sin
Dead on time isn’t my usual agenda, but neither was any of this
Showing up fashionably late fashionable
Helped ease the conversationalist
The man in the corner
Dirty wine glasses stack to the brim with sedatives
Someone help me
I wasn’t supposed to see the criteria
Somebody get me out of this fog
I can see a shadow holding a rose with comfort
Someone get me out of this fog
Five seconds before the crash
I was illustrating my demise
Speaking of you
Speaking of me
I’ve suffered worse fates in your eyes
Five seconds before the garden
I was watching your mother crow
Speaking of her
Speaking of him
From the thumping down below
This is it, this is the rest of our lives
This is what happens when you blink
This is the rest of our lives
Categories:
sedatives, artsound, me, sound,
Form:
Free verse
She's in the H Bed for an overdose
She's a broken
But beautiful girl
A rose
In and out apparatus to help her breath through her nose
I'm her holding her hand because we're close
I'm her
friend
The weird one who has on his aunts dead husbands clothes
Capture this moment in a photo
"Will she be okay" I'm waiting for the doctors to let me know.
Discharged, out we go.
Back to inhaling and impaling but I'm a critic and an observer I never follow
So I said, "Don't make me cry"
I know what you mean by living everyday life like you want to die
All the sedatives and
okays are a lie
We must endure but why?
But I'll be okay if you don't say goodbye.
The paramedics came
She's back in again
It's all the same
A cycle of pain
Final breath
First death
Pale rose
Her eyes begin to close
Her soul goes.
The tears in out flows.
How am I to survive
When our talks kept me alive
Breaking my hands trying to revive
The one person who kept me alive
Alternatively
Nothing can describe the hatred inside for not having been strong enough to keep you alive
Between you and me the weak one survived
I'd give infinity and more to have you revived.
Categories:
sedatives, butterfly, dark, death, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Flirting With Madness
Who is Kevin Pearce?
Did he go deep undercover?
What is he, some sort of rogue?
Is he abusing sedatives again?
Is he the hunter or the hunted?
Is his heart breaking on the instalment plan?
What kind of debauchery is this?
Are we supposed to believe him
when he has so many secrets?
The mind shivers at the thought
Too late for mistakes
Too early for the song and dance
His soul stabilized by death threats in dreamland
The telephone will be today’s chosen weapon
Paranoid cults, drugs in the food
Roaming scared in dangerous foreign lands
Coded blasphemy for a noisy world
Some days my brain is on fire
The executioner is off today
Give him a break
He has the same sickness as the rest of us
Give him your last words
Wrap up your entire life in a sentence
Keep visiting that gravesite until
the guilt becomes manageable
Useless memory bringing up a past
I can’t quite handle right now
Keep that cyanide tab in your shoe
Some people can’t stomach the violence
Their ignorance is what keeps them alive
Put your fast food flag away for another day
Burn your favourite book, consume the ashes
I wonder, how much of your hatred is self-taught?
Ancient sorrows dragged through the mud
How much chaos can you handle?
The greatest danger was believing your lies
Although your nightmares showed great promise
It seems nobody knows what an innocent world looks like
It’s the slaves that make the best dancers…
Categories:
sedatives, anxiety, conflict, dark, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Arriving from unknown somewhere
He set up clinic in the market square
Declared he could cure any disease
Using herbal drugs of plants and trees
Townsfolk being credulous
Soon to his shop began to rush
Diabetics, rheumatics, asthmatics flooded
None over his degree brooded
A few weeks later, afloat was this rumor
He cures for he rightly detects the humor
Realizing that every client is a prospective fan
He talked in technical terms even with laymen
He would expose his victims to numerous medical terms
Also trade-names, contents, firms, diseases and germs
Just to exhibit erudition and sound philosophy
Without occasion he embarked on learned topics
Often dwelt on sedatives and epilepsy
Or discoursed at length on tumor and biopsy
Then in a torrent of rodomontade would relate
Histories of cases cured with specific names and date
Discourses full of references to Ayurvedic treatises
Madhav, Charak, Susrut and other varieties
To prove his point he recited aloud original excerpts
As a result ,he soon won the epithet: "expert of experts"
"Discourteous ingrates! They even do not thank
Though I give 'em new life" exclaimed the mountebank.
Always eager to spar against allopathy
At the slightest provocation he would lecture on allopathic hazards
Or would lament on untidy hospitals and unhygienic wards
Boldly averring: "To hide anything from patients is a deadly sin"
Within no time he became a celebrity
His tricks worked and brought him publicity
After a year DHO came to see him in person
And sought his counsel for his sick son
A minister's car at his doorstep halted
Just to enhance libido and weakness treated
He gave the minister powerful mercury dust
Which triggered his vigor and inflamed his lust
Then to CM's ears reached his fragrant fame
Who called him secretly telling him not to declare name
MPs in turn heard of this rare phenomenon
And turned up to consult him one by one
Director drug control came to seek his advice
For chronic dysentery and perennial bronchitis
At length PM had to send him his compliments
For service to nation and" particular "patients
The whole world acknowledged him as master of his craft
But a person knew his truth in his own staff
His compounder knew his master was a fake
But he swallowed the secret for heaven's sake
Categories:
sedatives, imagination, inspirational, introspection, drug,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Kick rocks with socks
Only to rip through your epidermal layers
Say your prayers before you're laid to rest
Like the nay-sayers disguised as
Mayors & representatives
Mainstream media sedatives turning your relatives
Into brain-dead gelatin
With an empty skeleton
At the gates of sleep,
Demanding to let us in
Our souls are reaped
As the strings are manipulated by
The elongated
Lives of the Elohim
Striking down like the beam
From a ray gun
Reflecting away from the sun
To delay the sun from the doomsday pun
Intended to run for office
With a strangled orifice
Greedy lungs don't breathe in bliss
Because their needy daughters & sons
Suck them dry of any wealth applied
To the one-percent that defied us all
& lied to protect their hide
In order to decide whether to preside
In luxurious homes or dwell in the catacombs
Of hell
Up to their necks in the wishing well only wishing
they were well & rested
Yet, they remain hollow-chested
& detested as the rest of us protested
Like the oppressed did, as we're molested...
Categories:
sedatives, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
August 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Ezekiel 33-39
Key Verse – Ezekiel 33:8 When I say unto the wicked, O wicked man, thou shalt surely die; if thou dost not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WARNING ME
Thank You for warning me against bad motives
By Your rebukes’ directives
To guard me from worldly incentives
Never to push me toward humanism’s sedatives.
Thank You for warning me against evil deed
By Your chastisements, smiting wickedness’ seed
To drive me toward good works indeed
Never to tolerate me of selfishness’ greed.
Thank You for warning me against fruitless goals
By Your instructions’ roles
To protect me from temptation holes
Never to bring me into haughtiness’ poles.
Thank You for warning me against destructive perversion
By Your truth’s proclamation
To cleanse me from blasphemous abomination
Never to leave me around idolatry-seduction.
Thank You for warning me against worthless aims
By Your standards’ flames
To pull me away from shameful blames
Never to allow me lingering in earthly carnal games.
Thank You for warning me against wrong stewardship
By Your authority’s leadership
To uphold me for joyful worship
Never to neglect me in prayer’s fellowship.
Thank You for warning me against hypocritical sacrifices
By Your mercy’s graces
To keep me within ministerial services
Never to forsake me in sins’ curses.
August 12, 2022
Categories:
sedatives, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
The muddle of sleep—
The grand entrance to Morpheus' legendary palace
In whole or half a tablet;
Easy breaths of chemicals
In pretty, light-refracting bottles.
I prepare myself for an escorted journey
To where dreams float from their origin
Like glossy bubbles through netted neurons
I am the keeper of sedatives—
An expert in manoeuvring through fallen thoughts
Don't they know I need sleep too?
I need this perceived travel through time
To kiss my lips—
To enter slowly with its glowing tongue
And seduce my mind into a comfortable numbness—
To lug it, like a limp body,
Away from the sounds of rubber through rain
Onto a restful shore.
Yes,
I do vie
For my senses to trip, drunkenly,
Over one and other
Like a vague rolling wave in cloudy space.
It is actually a religion
Or maybe I'm confusing it with religious consumption—
Swallowing rotund solidity
Like a whore swallows fluidity.
This is not ecstasy
This is prescribed tranquility, so it's OK.
Okay, and infinitely sweeter,
Because it does not put me in a hot air balloon
With a finite fire.
I don't ever need to descend;
Just open my eyes to the sun through my blinds
Society is dancing on my back
Across my stomach
Trying to expel the demon inside me.
I love these molecular robots;
They drift with a purpose and close the dock
Where insomnia frequents.
Afternoon shakes off grogginess,
The invisible lotus leaf
Stamped on my brow,
And pulls me up the conscious ladder.
I don't want to be here.
Circles of slumber—those precious pills
Are always as good as I want them to be—
As I beg them to be—
As I need them to be.
Categories:
sedatives, lifeme,
Form:
The Free Association
Has everyday reality got you down?
Are you growing tired of that fast food clown,
His plastic buddies that took over your town?
Don't worry fella, you've got friends
Here where the candles burn at both their ends;
Come with us, and I think you'll agree
There's much to be said for living free.
When you find us at first it may seem odd
Since so many here believe they're God
Yet who can say, you silly Sod?
Reflect, it's really no more strange
Than pulling the night shift on a missile range.
Go on a date with our Secretary,
She's fun to look at when things get scary.
Join the Free Association
The creators of a brand new nation;
We've got no laws, so you needn't worry
- The sedatives are in, so what's your hurry?
No bosses are breathing down our backs,
No politicians, no income tax.
Just lock the doors, in case we attack.
This can really evolve into quite the life,
Every man's your friend, every woman your wife
It's even not so bad when you fade to black
In the quiet room, with the shirt that ties in back.
This kingdom's key is its imagination
Closely linked with the fascination
Of consuming fruits of mental masturbation.
It's not too hard to get inside
And once you're here it's a good place to hide
From all those crazies running loose out there.
This is how they keep us out of their hair.
So join the Free Association!
We're from your favorite constellation!
We'll blow away your urban blues,
Since when there's nothing left,
There's nothing left to lose.
Come and join us and be Free, Free, Free!
And while you're at it, have a spot of tea.
Categories:
sedatives, satire, surreal,
Form:
Lyric
Seven second serendipitous develop
Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
Unsatiated homosapiens flawed
Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
Protein hungry industry herds herbivores
Apex predator caves to serpent
Coveted control position consumes pure
Curious article of cruel torment
Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
Hell or Heaven editors insidious
Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous
Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
God made man strive in shadow
Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
Gluttony grabs hanging mangos
22nd February
Sold Fables
Categories:
sedatives, anti bullying, bible, giving,
Form:
Rhyme