Best Syndrome Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts...

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Someone near and dear to me 
Has a child with Downs Syndrome,
Who, more often than not
Is beyond difficult to control.

The little boy is six years old 
But acts as if he’s two,
He can’t speak at all, just yells a lot 
Throwing wild tantrums until he’s...

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We see ourselves unimpeded initially 

Some are stricken with a view artificially 

We are told by others very specifically

There is a ceiling so proceed timidly

We try in vain with no support futilely

As we age blazing the path dizzily 

Sometimes we see the results dismally

Eventually we...

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She painted cubes and angles
drowned in hues
of density and celsius pressures,
it was in part due
to her retrospect of comfortable sorrow,

the syndrome was complicated
by the distant shine
of a brilliant lover,
I remember her voice coming 
to me like that of a 
summer solstice
eagerly carressed by the lungs
of...

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In an abusive relationship
   In love with potential
   Not leaving


   This poem is not over












(this poem is finished, it's just not over)


*PCS Post Concussion Syndrome...

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When I was 4 1/2 years old, 
as abrupt as a spanking, 
my once reliable mother brought home 
a hospital surprise 
with an alien face and 
a blood-darkened eerie belly clip 
that was to suddenly fall off one day. 
Soon I became 
much uglier than...

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Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty books
Tattered doilies, ragged Barbies
One brown old crock pot that still cooks

Rusty shovel, dented buckets
Ma's old apron, broken dishes
Dated calendar, crooked...

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It's not a secret 
sonic weapon 
deployed 
by a hostile
geopolitical power,
it's not a mass 
psychogenic 
illness. 

Its something much 
more mundane,
says the electrical 
and computer 
engineering professor:

"It's only crickets;
the mating call 
of the short-tailed 
West Indies cricket, 
to be specific,
(of course it is),
with a chirp...

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My face may be different but my feeling is the same.
I laugh and I cry and take pride in my gains.
I was sent here among you to teach and to love as God in the heavens looks down from above.
To Him I’m no different, His...

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I reckon the empty nest syndrome hits all at one time or another,
When youngsters flee the nest leaving dear old Dad and Mother!
This morning on the patio I witnessed this situation at its best,
When two baby wrens took flight and left their parent's cozy nest!

Mr....

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When traveling among the throng
His thoughts have too often gone wrong
Alluring effects
Of the opposite sex
Have the devil stomping his prong...

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Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS)
An insulin-resistant disease in women
Has become prevalent in the past 20 years
PCOS characterized by elevated levels of male hormone
Increase facial hair
Irregular menstrual periods
Infertility
The most common cause of female hormone dysfunction
Infertility
Women with PCOS  benefit from a low-carb diet

2012015...

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My Dogs have the dreaded multiseasonal EPS syndrome “Eat-Poop-Sleep”.
But not my Dragon, so clever, he’s added mischief to this illustrious heap.
He has our Australian Cattle dog herding the penguins up the street.
The Gutter frogs hop along, checking out future gutters for to keep.

The little Closet...

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They believed a Capitol riot could make a loser a winner,
After failing, they cling to changing facts by terror and thunder....

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I've cried for you I've lied for you 
To this day i'd lay down my life and die for you
You could smile watching me bleed out on the floor, you could hit me in the face and i'd blame it in the door 

You are...

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