Best Sinuses Poems
Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer.
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer.
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel.
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.
Vacation homes drop their literate barricades.
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade.
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant.
Melons and garden load are ardent.
Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits.
When the world is more positive than disputes,
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients.
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.
Stop their passing endeavor at escape.
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape.
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness.
A glum family descends from the murkiness.
To welcome their offspring back from camp.
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp.
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end.
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.
Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes.
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult.
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.
Written: August 19, 2022
Categories:
sinuses, analogy, appreciation, beauty, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
The hillsides are covered
with miles of Scotch Broom.
Pretty to see
but an allergy doom.
This transplanted weed
should not be here.
It causes allergy symptoms
most of which are severe.
Some one once decided
Broom belonged in the garden.
That person's now reviled
and should be begging our pardon.
Early Spring the citizens
with their spades go out
trying to eradicate all
Scotch Broom that's about.
But it grows and grows
and will not die.
Bad for the allergies
though pretty to the eye.
Beneath my window
is quite a display.
My sinus reaction
is the same as to hay.
I sneeze and I sneeze,
my eyes water and burn.
Lovely as it is,
I'd rather have a fern.
Oh yellow and bright
Scotch Broom you are
the most annoying plant,
and that is by far.
Go away, go away
back to your isle.
It's allergy season
and my sinuses you rile.
This ode to the Broom
is sincere and real.
Please cease and desist,
that is my appeal
Categories:
sinuses, environment, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
OK, maybe he is right. Maybe a cowboy he's not. He is a mechanic, a
pediatrician, an obstetrician, a veterinary, a plumber (wells), a house keeper
(stalls), a blacksmith, a dietician, a truck driver, a farmer (crops), a carpenter
(corrals and maternity wards), a construction worker, a landscaper (fencing), a
teacher, a road grader (keeps roads oven year round), a hunter (hunts stray
critters), a trapper (beavers to keep our water ways open and skunks to keep our
sinuses working), a cowboy (cattle work), a welder, a rancher, a ranch hand, a
cowhand and a_______ I give, I give. He is a Jack of all Trades, but since his
name is Billy I can’t go around calling him Jack, so he will always be my cowboy
to me. P. S. he is definitely not a modern cowboy. No three wheelers, no
pickups, no motorcycles. He did his cattle work by horseback.
Categories:
sinuses, cowboy-western, education, husband, work,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
We live opposite a huge farm,
I find living here such a charm,
The cows and the sheep,
Abundant, as the farmer does his
His rounds in his Jeep
Makes living where we are,
A dream, but city life is not far.
This farm has horses too,
Though not too many just a few,
And pigs and goats
And pretty small winding roads,
It has a small river that winds its way
Beside a road, it takes all day
To walk along and pick wild flowers,
I adore sudden summery showers.
Mealies and sunflowers are planted
And manure is put down once a year,
Ridding us of sinuses, that’s quite clear.
The sound of the tractor ploughing,
A joy to hear, as it’s furrowing,
The land, planting seeds that grow
And look like soldiers such a show,
They stand up straight and tall,
Never have I seen one fall.
I pray for rain and fear a drought
So happy when dark clouds about,
And love a downpour feel the relief,
The mealies feel, for sun like a thief,
Steals a probable storm, but when rain
Pours and drizzles for days, mealies gain.
Beautiful plants that now must,
Wither and dry, and wait for first frost
Before they are harvested, or it will cost,
The farmer his whole crop, if not done
Just right, they will rot,
And the farmer will reap naught!
I watch this every year,
But now I sadly fear,
Will see my farm no more,
Which gave me joy, galore.
A new era starts on the 1st November,
Moving into a secure complex, so December
And Christmas will be in our new abode,
We have reached a crossroad,
Which I’ve decided to look forward to,
A move which had to happen, we knew!
Footnote:
In S. Africa we refer to corn as "Mealies"
Categories:
sinuses, animal, farm, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
after all those sleepless nights
i figured it out.
I'm not sick without you
I don't even miss you.
a piece of our sex is stuck in my sinuses;
like a virus is.
i can't remember how it felt to be inside you,
but i can taste it when i spit.
Your sweat a carnal vinaigrette,
lips like mandarin oranges swimming in rose-water.
Soufflé sighs and martini moans.
pallet full, stomach empty.
Your face is a white blur, no black, maybe grey
no
all these are too colorful.
You're a shapeless cloud of vapor
Refracting headlights on winding lonesome roads in my mind.
Perfume.
Au' du recklessness,
an earthy mix of lavender and salamander slime.
lakewater and sublime sing-alongs.
santeria love potion number 9.
Categories:
sinuses, girlfriend, goodbye, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
Think today's gonna be a good one
Not really feeling all that bad
Except pains in my legs and arms
And my back aches just a tad
Oh forgot to mention my sinuses
They've been acting up of late
My eyesight isn't what it used to be
And lately my hearing's not great
I try to ignore the pains in my knees
All my joints are starting to squeak
Recently lost some feeling in my fingers
Been constipated for about a week
Developed a large boil on my buttocks
That bothers me a lot when I sit
Have quite a problem with my dentures
They're false but not a great fit
Aside from that, I'm feeling quite fine
But I suffer from a mental problem
I must keep taking my meds every day
Sure can't go a day without 'em
© Jack Ellison 2013
BTW This is NOT autobiographical! LOL
Categories:
sinuses, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
Prescribing a pinch of INFERNO
Add a mg of TNT
A Bomb a day will keep Eden far away
DEATH always cures the sinuses
SLEEP,DREAM,PRAY,SCREAM
And when you wake up
Mommy will give you a touch of NUCLEAR ICE CREAM
Categories:
sinuses, death,
Form:
Epitaph
Since I'm vegan and don't eat any meat
I say I hate jalapeno peppers because of their heat
making my tongue, throat and sinuses feel like their on fire
needing a fire extinguisher to put out the pyre,
I'd jump up and fan my face for relief
thinking this will help get rid of the heat
then run to the sink to douse the flame
with my eyes and face all red making me look insane,
Making me realize I can't handle eating these hot peppers
now much preferring the kind that are mild tempered
yes after this bad experience I now have it made
avoiding jalapeno peppers as if they were the plague.
1-7-17
Categories:
sinuses, food, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
I've been going back
in time for just a bit
Thinking back on my life
those times I had no wit
Being in the eighth grade
I remember all so well
The time I was given a dare
ten minutes before the bell
There was a popcorn maker
that sat just down the hall
The kernels, oil and salt
in our room, we kept it all
I don't remember every detail
just the basic truth
I was dared to snort the salt
and in my blissful youth,
I thought, "Whatever,
it can't be all that bad"
So they laid it on the table
and took a pen from the pad
Pulled out the ink
so now the pen was hollow
I had not the slightest clue
of what was about to follow
I laid the pen before the line
and up my nose it went
The biggest sting I ever felt
as my knees slightly bent
I coughed and hacked for a few
my orange nose was surely glowing
Trying to see through watery eyes
I thought my sinuses were showing
As they all rolled and laughed
I took the pen and threw it
Said, "If you think it's that funny,
then one of you do it!"
Just then the room got quiet
could hear a pen drop in the joint
So, a smile fell across my face
as I had just proved my point
Of course they had the right to laugh
my stupidity wasn't their fault
But a lesson learned in school that day
never, ever snort the salt!
Categories:
sinuses, funny, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Sun,
Awakening,
Remembering, sex, sounds, Miles in the Sky,
Jaegermeister, O, bad, when, warm, why?
‘Tis apres ski! o me, o my, not for these hot antipodae.
No more, forever. Now, just, the
Surf
And I.
Thundering,
Thud-thudding,
Slow,
On the beach.
Serendip morning, perfect,
Palm-fronded, dawning, blue and silver, beige sand,
Sizzling, the sound, aroma!
Bacon and banana, coffee, toast,
Scrambled egg, red-hot chili, O ginger, garlic,
Tomatoes! Heal me!
Sometime, later, sorbet, maybe,
What? Champagne? Oh no, please, save me.
Then, leaning, her
Swimsuit, slipping,
Succulent, breast, almost, tipping, rudely, slow,
No. She flips it, back in, coolly…oh?
Beach. Hangover,
Burping, yawning, randy.
Sun, dazzling, the shades, cool, handy,
Oh yes, smile…the…(sleep?)
Razzling has made me lazy,
My poisoned brain, short-circuiting, crazy, I
Sip, hair of dog, ill-considered,
Breakfast, Bloody, Mary.
Surf, thuds, on. And my head,
Points, to the sea,
Swimming, turning, catching it,
Wanting cleaning, cleansing, clearing, body
Surfing? No, slowing, sucked back, rolling,
Sinuses swizzled, I,
Tumbled and twirled, am,
Dumped. By the first, little, shore-break, of the morning.
Then, slowly, recreated,
Finned, crawling and gasping like
The first air-breather, but
Back, on that vibrating beach,
I smile.
Categories:
sinuses, funny, nature, recovery from...,
Form:
Free verse
Winter began with a fall of snow;
The length of my days were shortened by darkness.
Darkness, like snow, never ends.
Pupils accustomed to the light of autumn
Dilate, then constrict.
I fell helpless into a pile of snow;
Helpless because I didn’t ask for help.
Dry powder, warmer than snow should be.
The edge of crystals cut through my nostrils as I breathed.
Constrict, then bleed.
Captured by a silent and deceptive siren call of snow
That stole my thoughts, my pulse, my breath.
The colors around me faded to gray, then back to red and blue.
Spinning, my heart palpitated as snow blew into my sinuses
Bleed, then throb.
My brain fell, within its skull, unto cold snow.
Was it pleasure or was it pain?
The difference was unrecognizable.
The veins in my limbs were like underground rodents needing air.
Throb, then frozen.
My cold body was shrouded with winter’s snow
I saw them trying to revive me; pushing and squeezing.
I spoke through the icy air around me, but no one heard.
My body was motionless like a metal pole
Frozen, then breathless.
Winter ended, as did life, with the final snow.
My organs gave up; no strength; no reason
A small drift of snow below my nostril was melted by warm blood
My Eyelids tucked their pupils to bed
Breathless, then dead.
Categories:
sinuses, addiction, death,
Form:
Free verse
Back Creek Smells
My nose senses the unseen,
Like a final Act’s scene,
When I arrive near the Bay,
I sense my sinuses are gray,
From inhaling the city.
Fish scents replace the gritty,
Creosote soaked wharves,
Instead of perfumed scarves.
Smelling imitates tasting,
Licking’s like nostrils basting.
Something’s earthy of water,
Meet mother Nature’s father.
The odors of Back Creek,
Have no comfort for the weak,
But a fragrance it has,
If it was music, it would be jazz.
Categories:
sinuses, life, music,
Form:
Light Verse
Self-flagellated sinuses
Sandpaper swallowing
Sinuous snot surmounted sneezes
Strange sultry speech sounds sexy
Stupid sickness
Saturdays should be savored.
Categories:
sinuses, sick, silly,
Form:
Alliteration
As gypsy winds ensnare the inner child
with jasmine blossoms scenting up the air
and spring’s inspiring rebirth...nature’s wild
awakening, replenishing what’s bare.
Azalea smiles in colors, lilacs peak
while inner child is laughing, full of glee.
Each day a new discovery to seek
around the country edges growing free.
Yet dusty pollen layers budding leaves,
encoded sinuses respond in kind.
The beauty, allergies and Kleenex sleeves
for sneezes, teary eyes but hopeful mind.
So little pill from heaven do your stuff,
desensitize the pollen’s sneezy snuff.
Categories:
sinuses, april, beauty, emotions, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
A field full of lovely black-eyed susans
A patch of ground I must view from afar,
For my allergies flare at the intrusions
My sinuses start burning like fire.
My eyes erupt in uncontrollable tears,
The nasal passages completely plug up,
I feel like my head is about to explode
I’ll have a miserable allergic flare-up.
Ragweed causes a similar reaction
Whenever I am near it, sight unseen,
So, I have learned to avoid these plants
Allergy sufferers will know what I mean!
Written June 17, 2022
Categories:
sinuses, environment, flower, places, sick,
Form:
Light Verse