Best Syphilis Poems
I never saw a tie that had a practical use;
And I never knew why a man would want to wear a noose.
There are as many good reasons for wearing ties
As there is for cultivating mosquitos and flies.
To cover up buttons is a use that's named;
I never saw a button of which I'm ashamed.
They're a social tradition, so the in folks swear it.
So is syphilis, but I wouldn't want to wear it.
They are manly attire say the folks straight and narrow;
But my manhood doesn't need designated by an arrow.
So while I am living and after I die
Save me from being strangled by a god damned tie.
Categories:
syphilis, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
The man in the alley is insane.
Syphilis eats at his brain.
All dressed in black,
he is ready to attack.
He stalks in the dark of night,
trying to stay out of sight.
A certain type he wants to find.
Whores,filthy whores screams in his mind !
A door opens at a nearby Inn.
Laughter for a moment and silence again.
The click-clack of heels on cobble stone,
as a woman of the night walks home.
A short scream then a moan,
as flesh is cut from bone.
He can hear the music of wind chimes,
as he stabs fourteen times.
He feels joy at her last breath.
Justification is somehow felt by her death.
Her suffering and demise brings delight,
as he disappears into the night.
Categories:
syphilis, crazy, dark, death, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
So they call me sister
Um hum, they think they know my name
I think I got him now check the game
What’s up baby?
How you doing?
What’s your name?
They call me Exotica cause I roll with a lot of `em
What you know `bout that?
Oh no I don’t need no ride
What about you, hop in mine
I’m so fine baby no he rolling with a dime
You don’t have to call me later lets do this now
No sense procrastinating
I know how you get down
You want my body over my mind
We don’t need to talk intellectually
Everything we do is sexually
Oh sure you can call me tomorrow
And we’ll do it all over
This time I might invite a friend
A ménage à trois
Not just me and you no mo’
You think I’m great
This friend will never let you escape
She’ll be on your mind all the time
She will make you scream
Having pleasure like in a 14 year old boys dream
We’ll even go to the club with you
Help you size up your next victim
They’ll never know where together
Our disguises are very cleaver
We go incognito every time we roll
We’ll be a part of you forever
`til death
do us part
We can travel the world together
Leaving our mark
Making people blind with out inseparable love
Making couples break up
Because
They hate
that we gave them a taste of our
night long lasting burning passion
Some people’s skin will itch
Others will get a tingle
When we welcome them to our circle of forever
Now that we are all acquainted and I’ve found a new home
You don’t have to call me Exotica now that I gotcha
More appropriately
YOU GOT ME
Let me share with you my other names
These are what others have called me
In my previous games
Syphilis
Chlamydia
Gonorrhea
Herpes Simplex 2
AIDS
All STD
And don’t forget to tell your friends about me
They can get me too I’m very contagious
And I don’t discriminate
I take `em 16
25
40
Even not yet born
I run like a river through your blood stream
I make you ache wishing you’d never crossed my path
I sometimes laugh
At people who think they can escape
Because they really don’t want to
If they did they’d pay better attention and break the chain
By communicating with others
How they have suffered
From my wrath
I am STD the sexually transmitted disease
Categories:
syphilis, education, health, people, me,
Form:
Free verse
black snakeroot, yew, cocklebur, poison (ivy, oak, parsnip, sumac, ryegrass, hemlock), blister bushes, daffodil, mayapple, lilium, jerusalem cherry, indian licorice, deadly nightshade, christmas rose, bleeding heart, asparagus berries, wolfsbane, tomato leaves, doll’s eyes, the suicide tree, young larkspur, blue-green algae, stinkweed, dumbcane, european spindle, blind-your-eye mangrove, manchineel, laburnum, mother of millions, elderberry root, bacterial pathogens, exotoxins, mycotoxins, grayanotoxins, rhinovirus, chicken pox, sleeping sickness, cholera, yellow fever, typhoid, rotavirus, river blindness, measles, japanese encephalitis, hepatitis (a,b & c), cryptosporidiosis, shigella infection, pneumonia, meningitis, tuberculosis, schistosomiasis, malaria, influenza, herpes (1 & 2), crab louse, scabies, chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, chancroid, trichomoniasis, hpv, hiv/aids, ebola virus, marburg virus, mad cow disease, mudslides, avalanches, blizzards, storms, cyclones, hurricanes, tsunamis, tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, fires, supervolcanic eruptions: evidence of absence.
Categories:
syphilis, life,
Form:
Free verse
Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the exchange of craftsmanship,
lately I have been preoccupied with my etymological research,
it is important to President Jefferson, an anthropologist
that we discover the origin of the natives through their languages,
he is obsessed with understanding the diversity of the human race
a bone collector of civilizations and shaman of scholarship,
Private Sheilds, through his blacksmithing expertise
has allowed us to barter iron for corn without which
the Corps of Discovery would either lose vital quantity of provisions,
be reduced to malnourished paupers, or even engage in unscrupulous raiding,
there are still a thousand arduous miles to go
from all estimations, before reaching the Pacific,
as is, the Elders, especially from the Hidatsas
are suspicious of our motives
because of the 18 foot high pallisaded fort we have built adjacent to the Mandans,
so mistrust is suppressed well with an open door policy
and liberal trade of battle axes,
knives, weapon and tool sharpening, kettles, needles and so on,
January 1805,
the new year has introduced 40 below zero weather, syphilis and fists fights,
to stave the ills of boredom we routinely go on hunting expeditions
through the gruelling grip of winter's madness,
another activity that warms the soul are the spectacular jamborees
that conjure the whiles of instincts
and reminds us all how the heart seeks it's deepest expressions,
Cruzzatte plays the fiddle like a tempter of lunatic love
while Silas Goodrich thumbs a mandolin into the dreams of romantic heroism,
the squaws often coo with eyes of diamonds
arms outstretched with fingers swaying like wind blown wheat,
York is a sensation with the Indians
they have never seen a Black Man before
describing him as the black clay of chaos,
they believe there is magic in his skin
touching and rubbing him constantly like a healing stone,
J.A.B.
Categories:
syphilis, adventure,
Form:
Epic
Not to die or to perish or to fall off a cliff
Not to disappear from the hearts of others
Not to drowned, stuck in a submarine
like a can of tuna. I never want to reek of tuna
or reek of cigarettes. I don't want to party
so hard I end up in jail, eating nutri-loaf.
Nutri-loaf is supposed to be nutritious
but it taste like pig-guts mixed with sawdust.
Not to end up on the news because some racist
murdered me in cold blood. They could kill me
because i'm gay, because i'm black, because
I do the right thing and have progressive opinions.
I don't want to get in a fight with a half-goat,
half-woman creature at a bar, but tyrannies
are so prepared to fight. I swear all tyrannies
carry pepper-spray and brass knuckles, which is why
I want to be friends with these people.
Do you know what an Ass Assassin is?
It's a gay man just like a **** Stabber
is a gay man. Lesbians don't really
have anything that funny to be called.
Some people call them Bean Flickers,
but that only makes sense if they are Mexican.
Everything is so mixed up these days.
Some people would say life is like a box
of chocolates. You never know what you are
going to get. You might get herpes or syphilis
Pray to god you don't get AIDS, but that's not
as bad as it used to be.It's worse to get audited
by the IRS. I don't expect much out of life,
but i hope to get better health insurance
and maybe if i am real lucky a girlfriend.
Categories:
syphilis, depression, girlfriend, immigration, meaningful,
Form:
Imagism
The aircraft landed in Nigeria,
The day, 27th December, year 2018
And the airport taxi brought him home,
Mornings and afternoon's
Filled with sounds and sunshine
Amongst the family.
The affluent splendor of his foreign accent herald the days
Yuletide season! He's come from abroad, well, Europe.
* *
As the dying day dies beautifully
In the tender glow of the evening,
The hope of an epitome of the African beauty
Rose gracefully from its catacomb.
She is a lovely maiden
that looks good in a broken mirror,
Oblivious of an awful and implacable approach of doom,
She craves money and an abroad based dude for a groom.
* *
Tall and handsome like an actor
Was the deceitful Casanova.
The village stream paved the fate of their meeting,
Like magic, her heart paused for him,
Cellular numbers exchanged,
Undying love promised,
Later, three dollars and a one dollar sweater,
Lip gloss, perfume and skirt given,
Her day , made worthwhile.
* *
Driven in a Venza car,
To a home far away from home,
Bottles of Fanta, Galla and stories for compliment,
Minutes were spent , the bar and hours in room.
Her caring local boyfriend now a heap of rub-bish,
She wiggles as the iPhone
Pictures her worthless frame,
Little does she know, it'll be deleted soon.
* *
The day, 2nd January, year 2019
Maintained the ceaseless onflow of time,
"I came back from UK, to this village, to marry a wife, you my perfect choice"
Lie old as time,
Sinking deep in her heart like steel thrown in an ocean
Words made her legs wide,
Gonorrhea, syphilis and chlamydia infested,
Chill of the night, he left for UK,
Memories of her forgotten,
Too cheap a girl she was
Sadly, all which glitters ain't diamond.
She was fooled, used, dumped,
Impregnated and broken,
Now she means nothing to him, she was
Only filling the blank
Left for a white abroad woman.
A Stewart Annie Everestus's poems © 2009
Categories:
syphilis, cry, depression,
Form:
Free verse
We hardly remember the truth
Victims of the Great Forgetting
We hardly recognize that history is popular culture
A screenplay of the past written by the victor
Just look at Thomas Jefferson
Author of the Declaration of Independence
With his quill scribing the words, "All men are created equal."
We hardly think of him slinking back to his slave plantation
Grabbing one of his African slave mistresses
and having his way with her
His love puppet
Of which he had a harem
My ninth grade teacher (whom had tenure)
whispered from the side of his face
The only thing Columbus discovered
Was those people he called Indians
Which we now call Native Americans
were savages in the sack
And the only thing he brought back
from the New World was syphilis
We hardly look at the big picture
which is that we are destroying ourselves
We cannot continue to keep living
the way we are living
And not expect civilization to collapse
We are so short sighted
We hardly see history repeating itself
We are Rome
And quite sadly Nixon is our Nero
Hardly a hero
It won't be long before
The clock strikes zero
By: Joseph DeMarco
Categories:
syphilis, history, philosophy, political, history,
Form:
Free verse
I went ghetto gold .......
I was told that when I flip this,
I'm come sicker than syphilis,
My verses come in 3's like triplets,
I drop ebonic type scriptures,
That keep your eardrumbs numb,
when my psalms roll off my tongue,
my adversaries hide & run,
as the oxygen escapes from my lungs,
I lace my poetic sermons with codeine
the mo' feinds means the mo' green I separate,
I'm a cheese head like in Green Bay
so I stay in a chedda' state[money state],
of mind frame & 1 of my prophecies,
I will rise at a high velocity,
and my thoughts'll be,
sprinkled[spoken ] far from sloppily,
when my voice is transmitted,
the pathetic get netted & shredded,
by my unsweetened poetic antidotes
see i'm sugarfree like diabetics,
Strong Faith,Family&Love's a good trinity,
and my deliveries,
during my performances or soliloquies,
will let all know this should be,
broadcasted throughout history,
I'm the vocabulary minister,
If your poetry soul's empty I'll replenish ya',
and when I'm finished
I'll stamp your inner thoughts
with the Rhyme Pedllaz signature,
And my mouthpiece unleashes verbal hand grenades,
from the block to the stage,
and the weak gets quarantined
when I deliver 1 of my spoken word plagues,
You can wipe your ears off now.
Categories:
syphilis, hip hop, spoken word,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm sorry...
Love is a thornbush.
Pretty to the sight
yet, in the end;
it's prickly touch
is unimaginable.
With bright red roses -
it's message
seems too fragrant -
vociferous from afar.
Romantics are obsessed with love -
the misanthropes dread it;
it's a kill-joy feeling -
an inner nightmare
of an unconcious
optimistic daydream.
You stutter the word love -
but do you regurgitate beauty?
Like a laughable idea
whose far-sided partner is
an emotional quadroplegic?.
You're clueless and
I'm a jaded wallflower.
Love is a disease -
It's like syphilis -
one never asks for it.
Innocence invades
a loner's muted thoughts
quite quietly.
Love is calculated cancer.
You try to cope with the affliction -
while the misfits around you
watch you hold your head erect
and cackle
in laughable disdain.
The unfortunates are the reality.
Everyone tans in Hell.
No one cannot help what they feel.
We are helpless -
(squirming like worms)
our morals swim like scum;
it gets tossed around
when passion hold you hostage..
Far sided beauty
is one's torture up close;
feeding off one's weakness
like leeches on dormant genocide.
From the inside out -
scars surface.
Emotions are demented -
mongoloid flavored;
unable to heal -
your will is a mutilated carcass.
Rigamortis quietly sets in
unbeknownst to you -
transparent to your and your
befriended corpses.
I'm sorry...
the air is clearer now.
Infatuation gets a second chance -
another shot without a bullet.
Why do we pine for this?
Pining to surrender -
our pride,
our dignity.
When we stand
for our independence
do we will give it all away,
without a price tag?-
Stupidity repeats iitself;
yet we still yearn
for our fictious chimera
to resurface.
In the end;
love isn't so beautiful?
Misquided vagabonds choose to
paint our idyllic pictures -
but it wont stop the torture;
because the suffering we endure
lingers past expiration...
it glides above vowed headstones -
until our consummated
death -
do we part?
It can't -
and for that
I'm sorry once more.
Categories:
syphilis, lost love, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
this one goes out to all you symbolphrenics
wink wink light the fuse and
bow only before your own image
for we are each a TV studio
with really huge detector molecules
recall that consciousness is tunable
you need only space your characters
and employ the 11th Commandment play fair
since my next act will be
to answer all your questions
and awaken you into a fairy tale kingdom
touch your finger to your temple
and smile for the first time
or play dumb and ride your rocket cycle
like there's no other traffic
from whence gallop dustily
the Fusileers of Wrackworm
sputtering judgmental patriarchs
make me vomit up my existence tax
hail the King and his syphilis
a Macy's parade of commitment
yes mice fart alongside the elephants
and what you don't know can
tear your guts out with surprise
but his dreams were tentacles
because this is all highly experimental
and nerve wracking
have a beer relax
tear off some 30 mile road kill chew
best jerky squealing wheels can buy
2-D carcass straight to your door
with the buzz of hot flies
with the hot buzz of flies
in a two lane blacktop
sun baked desert minute
your reward for coughing in the theater
did you get the message
a colorful example of paintball diplomacy
smelling of chainsaw oil and circus sawdust
in a diary of hard edge opaque metaphysics
his only safety the anchovy hunters
were never as numerous as their prey
never apologize to yourself
it just becomes habit
the semioticians could
dick with that for hours wink wink
being deaf to the tea kettle
selling loneliness as a communal experience
so hey kids let's learn something new
and dine with the revolution
the information revolution you sod
well besame mucho you brute
pain is not a higher nerve path
style monsters invade the sky
maniquinkind doomed and destroyed
I suppose every language
has its upper crust dialect
so few palindromes when you need them
with a leak proof lid what would Tupper wear
the customer can do no wrong
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
syphilis, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
tens of thousands years ago
(a figurative out in left field ball park figure)
*****Sapiens (or the forebears of said species),
deliberately sought sensate satisfaction
with deliberate zeal
shucking clothes
(perhaps just an animal pelt hiding pubes)
answering (on a private line),
the call of the wild,
not yet verboten feral common weal
way before the identification of venereal
disease (though most likely
germinal forerunner), yet to rank
as demise forecasting deterministic,
fetishistic, hedonistic inviting
Gonorrhea, Herpes, Syphilis, et cetera to an unveil
ling, then (of course) average life span
of primate predecessors brief, nasty, and short,
thus demise from sexually transmitted disease
unlikely the cause of death,
nor spelled catastrophe that would seal
the fate of mankind unlike the here and now,
when the Apocalypse Israel
aside from conflagration
decimating Rohingya's, Uighur's, Yazidi's,
countless other minority populations
severe distress they feel
plus Middle Eastern countries got a raw deal
subjected to their own variety of slaughter,
which genocide ranks as Syria us injustice
calling for immediate appeals,
injunctions, sanctions humanitarian appeal
against inhumane abominations,
terrorization, violations
rather than passively witness
innocent lives being trumped.
Categories:
syphilis, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
horrific, decades-long
study syphilis, study its effects
covert medical testing
army scientist
bitten by mosquitoes,
yellow fever
mustard gas,
enter chambers
temporarily blind
dark age
hospital patients
injected with plutonium,
atomic soldiers
in the waves
of nuclear explosions
trace amounts of radiation,
in breakfast cereal
of handicapped children
new drug, LSD
dropped over a French town,
unsuspected, hallucinations
with the latest discovery,
reports of dark practices
soon to follow.
Categories:
syphilis, history, natural disasters, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
speak softly soothe skeptical soldiers.
solicit sages solemn solace sombre soliloqy.
silence sinister speakers speaking
spiritless slogans spiting spightful signs
sift spontaneous sincerity signaling sooth
switch stuborn stupidities superflious supplications
supply superior supplications seeking Soverigns succor
search subtle subversion spreading such syphilis
silently subvert singularly subtle saboters
stimulate stern stewartship, stifle stinginess
spurn squawkers spurious spouting
stymie stylish subdivisions
sing songs signifying single sole solidarity
stupendously swing swift swords
stand strong stoic stern stealth
show splindors spiritual side
send special supremacys silver sight
such suitable sufficent spontanious souls
sow signals sought selflessly since salvation
savor Saviors salutory silence
seek sanctuary since sacrifice
so sacred so sadistic
saith saints suffering sagas
save sordid self searching sealed soul
sence sensation salvation shores
shun satans six six six
smell smoldering sinners smitten
solitify salvation seeing single source
Categories:
syphilis, faith
Form:
Alliteration
Selling uranium to Putin through CFIUS
Made less social sense than contracting syphilis
Unless to grow a Global reset chrysalis
Aiding American transformation abyss.
Putin may well employ Wyoming yellow cake
To cower Europeans with nuclear bake
Candled with cancerous cumulus mushroom clouds,
Granting his covering Ukraine with a death shroud.
Categories:
syphilis, cancer, dark, death, fear,
Form:
Rhyme