Best Sickness Poems
Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)
Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state
Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
Work is leaving faster than
It has ever in the past
There's more folks on assistance
How long will this all last?
Fifty years a hundred ten
Factories closing shop
There's more buildings that are vacant
Our growth came to a stop
It doesn't matter where you go
It's that damn covid one nine
If you are not essential
Out goes the "CLOSING" sign
It all comes down to profit
You're a number not a name
It doesn't matter where you go
Plant closure is the game
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
Its here the thing we all fear,
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,
To plague our planet already broken,
Is it retaliating, squeezing our lungs chocking,
Like the black death the plague upon our people,
Swooping, stealing the lives of the weak and feeble.
The most innocent are victims of the virus,
A sickening twist to this sickness sent to us,
From an unholy ghastly maker,
This is not the handy work of any saviour.
Is it a clense of the human race,
A government conspiracy for goodness sakes,
Bats are where it supposedly derives,
A rodent of the night skies,
Despite everyone's efforts its spreading like flies,
No loo roll paracetamol or thermoeter will scare it away,
It looks like it plans to stay,Just like an unwanted guest, Who's warn out its stay, so I'll guess I'll be the first to say
Welcome Corona virus to the UK.
I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
But if I hide it how can it be healed
How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth
Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye
Two men drank the whiskey and soon they were pie eyed
They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring
Now they know the consequences too much alcohol can bring
Sadly in their drunken state they’d got into a fight
Bill gave Ted a left hook - he looked a sorry sight
When their hangovers were over they stood before the law
Each received a hefty fine and now their heads are sore!
San Woo challenged me to write a parody of her favourite nursery rhyme ... sing a song of sixpence
10~02~16
You left your sickness rotting on my tongue
But it seems your betrayal has only begun
Infected, my throat lets no word pass their lips
Your sickness has become a total eclipse
Brittle, my tongue slowly begins to decay
Broken, my feet still dance your ballet
Made low by the sickness within your soul
You leave me with no virtues to extol
Condemned like a house my roof to cave
A grain of sand on shore eroded by the wave
Fractured, my fingers still beg me to speak
Blinded, my eyes hide and forget to seek.
Silence like a cancer it cankers my voice
And as it grows I am left with no choice.
You left your sickness to rot on my tongue
Terminal, the cancer for one so young.
I've still not healed from you
You're in my blood, my veins
You've seeped in every pore of me
A plague upon my brain
You make me hot like fever
I sweat, my body aches
Lose air when I am close to you
How much sickness can I take
I'm infected with this passion
Desire like disease
It lives in every cell of me
My body's under seige
This carnal need is savage
It's eating me alive
I have to touch you, feel you
Or else I cant survive
There has to be an antidote
A treatment, remedy
To cure this lustful sickness
That's taken over me
I need to search, to find it
And make this go away
I'm so weakened by the wanting
I'm temptation''s easy prey
A lone lion,
the whiskers
sniffing for something
No sudden movements
His faithful
the lioness is trapped
in the alzheimer cave
Confusion around time and place
failure of action and language difficulties
They have been married for many years
Promised eternal fidelity
He does not feel
too old to
do a throw with the lasso -
the tension in the rope drives him
(even though he's married)
A younger lioness to catch
she is weak,
lost his partner
some years ago
is an easily switch
Where does the border going ?
for what is wrong to do
when you knows
that the other is in a relationship?
Is the marriage vow obsolete?
... eternal fidelity and all that
The marriage vows are spoken
before God
and in front of your family
and friends
01/01/2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears
Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a broken record,
broken record horrors.
Now the clock— It’s snickering, a thief, consuming time and stealing
the 217 kisses, the 32 chocolate milkshakes shared
in his old Porsche,
the 3 ice creams in December and the 12 shivers that followed,
the 56 morning coffees,
the 12 months of moon cycles—
I counted them one by one, refusing to let time
pass
him
by.
I remember with him
the 314 soft embraces, the 17 drops of brandy
that dripped down our chins, the 39 words
yelled then regretted, the 3 meteor showers
he slept through.
Waiting room. I try to peel the hospital scent from his skin,
but it’s a lonely phantom refusing to depart.
The summer cologne lingers its dollar’s worth on his scalp,
quickly fading, masked by Lysol, white walls, sickness.
Feverish. He closes his eyes, heart monitor beeping to a constant,
the peaks on a swift descent.
Because as time chews away
the 3 teeth bumps, the 14 letters,
19 skin tracings, 2 chalk outlines,
the 3-syllable, 8-letter words,
and the 100 times
I confirmed reality
(as he cried, in vain,
for release),
I’m forgetting already
the smell of his hair, the precise pores
and number of freckles on his cheeks.
Now. I turn car key, start engine, breathe broken- record breaths.
I’ll pretend it’s all a formula I’m confirming,
because Fate never meant us to be.
I am discovering truths:
we’re just awkward children in this adult world,
aware of waning time, unprepared, longing for youth.
His Gods have plugged us both in like variables,
and we’re no longer oblivious to the outcome,
because I’ll wrestle with Love, plead with Death,
beg and bargain with Time,
and still,
I’ll drive on.
When, in the night, your strength slowly wanes
your future a dark unknown even left to breathe
as you grapple demons inflicted ghostly pains
and stare into swirling abyss not of your weave
Alas! The end no sight seen upon which to cleave
Here I am, the pillar of my body still stands there
to surround the air while your fight continues on
in my arms solid cradle, rest against swollen glare
and when the morning comes in the pink of dawn
I will lift you up even through my shredded song
For you are my angel given me my humbled life
on that spoken day of youth, you as my sighing bride
I’ve held your hand though all the love and lowly strife
Crossed each bridge over waters raged or blue aside
Now, in this untested darkness, tear down my pride
What you need and desire freely, I will try to give
if the journeys given test is for months or years
be no matter, each day a gift to completely live
though I pray, beckon you to clearly fought cheers
while I hold you tonight adrift in this hells sphere
9-27-2020
Brain Strand Your Choice #17
1st place
Is dance a metaphor for sex?
You’d think so if you knew my ex
(at least the barflies all believe
she’s hoarding something up her sleeve).
But what makes people want to dance?
An aural frenzy? True romance?
Would Hamlet, Shylock or Macbeth
ever dance themselves to death?
Strasbourg is the kind of town
that’s unassuming, buttoned down.
These people don’t let down their hair:
rarely reckless, somewhat square.
The year before a reign began
(that’s Charles the Fifth – the Habsburg man):
to celebrate Saint Vitus’ Day
a Strasbourg woman’s new ballet
was launched in Rue des Hallebardes
(a strange event in all regards).
Right outside her Strasbourg home,
a stone’s throw from Strassburgerdom,
one Frau Follea hit the street
(and man, that chick could move her feet!)
We don’t know what her motive was:
perhaps she did it ‘just because’.
Did she deserve the looney bin?
No - other folks were joining in!
With twisting torsos, poor and posh,
the city streets were soon awash.
Without the need for record player,
the followers of Frau Follea
bopped and boogied through the night,
as hot as Rhineland anthracite.
Did scruples sting at morning mist?
Did conscience prick them to desist?
Did people halt their hellish dance?
Not one mosher! Not a chance!
On they conga’d, rocked and rolled,
oblivious to heat or cold.
More Alsace dusks, forever amber,
reverberated to their samba.
The local grapes are full and juicy:
the people step a mean watusi.
There’s such a thing as civic pride,
but this lot cha-cha’d till they died!
Housewife, beggar, baker, barber
were parties to the danse macabre.
Was their motive pleasure? Fear?
Penance? Sydenham’s Chorea?
The reason for the quick-quick-slow
I don’t suppose we’ll ever know.
(The Hollow City Cycle include:
The Hollow City
I Remember You -- the city speaks
Last One Left)
They never saw me--
not fully.
Even when I begged them with my eyes,
or left poems scratched on alley walls
between peeling posters and prayer graffiti.
When they fled,
I stayed.
Not out of bravery,
but because I had nowhere else to go.
Now the city wears silence like a crown,
and I walk her streets like a loyal dog
chained to a ghost.
I sleep in shattered chapels
and drink rain from rusted fountains.
I whisper names to broken windows
just to hear the glass shiver.
At night,
I dance with shadows
that don’t know they’re gone.
I don’t know what I am anymore.
Not memory,
not mercy--
just the last heartbeat
in a place that has none.
Claims to fame through healing
Cultivating strong pills
Capturing special brews
Curing virus’ and bugs
Coming through for illness
Catching colds before they
Cause some deathly ailment
Pleiades Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
October 3, 2020
(The Hollow City Cycle include:
The Hollow City
I Remember You -- the city speaks
Last One Left)
No footsteps echo on broken stone,
only wind dragging secrets through dust.
The city sighs—
its breath made of ivy and rust.
Windows gape like hollow eyes,
watching nothing, remembering everything.
A carousel groans beneath twisted vines,
still waiting for laughter
that will never return.
Billboards fade into ghost stories.
Sidewalks crack like old skin.
Somewhere, a music box plays
a broken lullaby
to the bones of joy.
This place is a tomb
with the scent of childhood chalk
and the silence of too-late prayers.
Whatever happened here
left no fire,
only
quiet.
There is a system
That turns innocent to victim..
And the aggressor turns to witness.
There’s a sickness in this business.
The whole judicial system is with this!
Swept under the rug with a quickness..
Children being taken by force with the courts..
How is it that there are so many reports
Stating so blatantly
that there’s no cause for reports?
But there’s children being taken
Right out of their parents hand!
Even when there’s no ground
on which to stand!
And I’ll be Damned if I don’t take a stand!
I grew up in that system
Damned right I understand!
From the inside out-
These motherjumpers are gonna hear me out
Until it wears me out-
I’m yelling Down With The System
I’m not down with the sickness
What the problem is-
I am clearly calling out!
There’s a monster out there...
But it’s not under the bed..
It’s the State run kidnapping
Yea believe it!
This monster is fed by the Feds.
There’s a price tag on all Children’s heads!
This Monster will prey upon your Family..
Chaos and heartbreak
Until you drown in the insanity.
Screaming in a courtroom
How can it be...?
That this is allowed to continue
It’s a downright travesty!
I took an oath that either foreign or domestic
I will stand against an enemy
Spiritually, emotionally
physically and mentally
There will never be an end to me
So I will stand as battle ready
Ready to storm the establishment
And implement the remedy
Kidnapping any child should
Become a capital felony
Death sentence worthy
And all that should be funded federally
The Beast system has been in place
And it’s staring us all right in the face
DCF IS THE ENEMY
CPS IS THE ENEMY
BURY THEM ALL UNDER THE PRISON
AND LABEL IT CLOSED CASE.
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