Best Tylenol Poems
Yesterday Richard inspired me to write this update. Thank you Richard.
To Be More
3 days of this virus, feels like 3 weeks
Every hour a battle, as minutes flit by
Extreme cycles of hot and cold, ongoing
Losing track of a neutral temperature
Headaches, nausea and chest pain
But mainly the tiredness and exhaustion
Doing minimal things can wipe you out
It feels like it's an effort to think, to breathe
Energy you may use to bring in loads of wood,
It can take that much, to write something like this
Thankfully, I only lost all my breath once
Having to sit down a while to get air back again
But doctors who call daily are still concerned,
I may need more later, so they prescribe inhaler
I am seperate some from my pets I love most
As I try to keep taking care of them in ways advised,
Wearing a mask, washing hands, some distancing
They don't understand and that breaks my heart
But, I am making it and they are making it
Every hour, I think, I survived another hour
I have had serious health issues in the past
But, this is certainly different and my body is at war
A constant cycle of juice, water, vitamins, food, tylenol
Filling my body with all I can to fight and survive this
Because, here, there is no treatment and it's up to me
It is a roller coaster, just after a lift, there is a fall again
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying when crashes happen
But, I am winning!
I won, the prize of seeing a beautiful sunrise this morning
And hearing multiple birds sing happily outside in my yard
I am winning every time this thing knocks me down and I get back up!
Driven to do more, write more, reach more, be more!
Thank you all
Heidi Sands
4/10/20
In addition, with only using internet from data on cell phone and losing a signal, it gets difficult getting things into soup, without having to enter it multiple times. So for now, that is in my way too. Take care everyone :)
Categories:
tylenol, appreciation, health, life,
Form:
Free verse
“Where I’m From”
I am from pliers
from Tylenol and vanilla bean perfume.
I am from the budding rose bush,
the aloe vera plant
whose salve heals my burns.
I am from the tee-ball bat in the garage
the ballet bar in the studio.
I am from princess pajamas and my favorite stuffed animal
from sandy beaches and mountain views.
I’m from lessons learned and the hard way,
from spankings and timeouts in my bedroom.
I’m from wood flooring and hazel eyes
and southern cooking grandmothers.
I’m from the brewing of sweet tea and
the individual stitches on quilts.
From the “no no’s” and
the land flowing with “milk and honey.”
I’m from early Sunday mornings,
in a polk-a-dot dress and black patent shoes.
I’m from the foothills,
green beans and heavily buttered cornbread.
From the crown and sash of Miss Catawba Valley
the receding hairline of my father.
They are on the top shelf in my closet
a box of baby pictures and birthday cards.
It holds my memories, so that I may never forget
Where I’m from.
Categories:
tylenol, birth, family, home, me,
Form:
Free verse
i park my car
and i step outside
hoping that the quiet
will help me clear my mind
i always mend this way
but it didn't work this time
cus for a second
i look up at the stars
and it comes rushing in
just how small we are
that kind of self awareness scares me
so i get back inside my car
and in that darkness
that i used to like
i find myself reaching
for the overhead light
i've never felt more scared
than i do in this infinite quiet
i whisper something
just to fill the space
hoping that the sound
will scare the introspection away
"well, on the bright side, this new self loathing,
should keep my narcissism at bay"
i laugh but it is drown out
by the sound
of the tense rumbling
of looming thunder clouds
i wonder how God could hear me
amidst all of this sound
in spite of this
i decide to pray
"Dear God above,
please take this fear away
cus i feel so small right now
could you just tell me that's ok?"
well morning's here
and no sign has come
so if God should call
just tell him i'm not home
i always feighn faithlessness
when i'm feeling this alone
but i looked out my window
at a passing child
who was dancing round
playing with the light
he cast a shadow
though the sun beat him in size
in his shadow
my life flashed before my eyes
and i still feel small
but yet i smile
cus so is the sun
if it can be beaten by a child
Categories:
tylenol, introspection, life, philosophy, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Mirror mirror on the wall
Would you still care if I break or fall ,
Would you still be there to console me through it all ?
After the drugs fade , memories take place and now it's hard too stand tall . I ran out of alchohol now I can hear your judgment pass through the empty hall ,
the pains getting deeper should I overdose on tylenol?
See I'd hang myself but I've already been hung up on the wall .
You stare at me you feel my pain but you never call , the stress is weighing on my brain , I'm done playing games , my soul full of pain but I'm just too weak to end it all !
Now mirror on the wall I see the cracks are they outside or within, are they both, which side am I living in? All u do is mock me you ain't my friend , forget you and your friendship this is the end . I got a bullet with your name on it , I may be too weak to end it all
but I can start by freeing the man who was hung up on the wall.
Categories:
tylenol, anger, deep, depression, mirror,
Form:
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping,
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia
Categories:
tylenol, angel, art, beauty, caregiving,
Form:
Free verse
A few years ago I got sick. Real sick. Hospital sick. Near death sick. But I
survived or I would not be writing this. I had several surgeries but this story is
not about that. It is about the drug Fentanyl, a powerful pain killer, ten times
stronger than Morphine. Yes, that is what they were giving me to control the
pain. I was in the hospital six months, so you can imagine the addiction I had
to this drug. The doctors were smart though, because about four weeks before
I was to come home, they started the take me off Fentanyl. It was to be done
very slowly, but still I had a terrible reaction. My body had got used to it and it
liked it. I would thrash around the bed like a lunatic. They were only giving
me small doses of it and also giving me Tylenol. (TYLENOL, I would say, that is
USELESS!) The doctors kept telling me, " you do not need it anymore." (YEAH,
that's what YOU think. I NEED it!) Well, after the four weeks, I came down to
earth. I was free again to be me. It was then, that I realized how easy it is
to become addicted to a prescription drug.
oh it was dreamy
lost in a haze of nothing-
crashing down screaming
Now years later, I am hearing on the news that people are dying from taking
Fentanyl. This drug has hit the street and is killing people. They love the high,
and take more than the dose any doctor would perscribe. It is a killer and must
be treated with respect. To take it for a high, is a death wish.
a sad funeral
the teen was so beloved-
it was just one time
_________________________
May 30, 2016
Poetry/Haibun/Senryu/Prescription Drug Addiction
Copyright Protected, ID 16-796-202-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The colorful Drug
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
Categories:
tylenol, addiction, drug,
Form:
Haibun
It is almost that time,
the summer is disappearing in the skies.
Have to make sure I am able to educate,
teaching writing to the youth is how I elevate.
I have:
my lesson plan book,
a pretty business suit,
2 pens and a pencil,
a cup of coffee in hand,
Welcome Back to school letters,
a dry erase marker,
a pair of slippers (in case the heels hurt),
a pack of Tylenol (better safe than sorry)
and a heart full of standards that will not be lowered!
It is time to teach!!
Categories:
tylenol, education,
Form:
List
Seems each time I visit my doc he recommends more pills for my health!
I'm not sure they're effective but this I know, they're depletin' my wealth!
And with all the side effects, I'm really concerned about my early doom!
"He expired from excessive medications!" might aptly be etched upon my tomb!
The list is endless - Diuretics, Beta Blockers, Nexium, Advil and Tylenol,
Alpha Blockers, Vitamin D, Zantac, Zocor, Micardis and a bit of Timolol,
Carisoprodol, Hydrocholorothiazide, Alphagan, Moltrin and Fosamax,
Hydroxyzine, Caltrate, Phillips Milk of Magnesia and some Atarax!
The black-box warnings say I could suffer everything from dehydration,
To blurred vision, dizziness, diahrea and a serious case of constipation!
My Pa seldom saw a doc and lived to the ripe old age of ninety-four!
He survived by sippin' SSS Blood Tonic and usin' horse linamint for
His aches and pains and other such stuff peddled by the Watkins Man!
I may toss the bottles and use his home-remedies to increase life's span!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
tylenol, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Love...
Is a cold,
Infecting my body,
So commonly caught,
But no cure for stupidity,
Sneezing of ignorance,
Idiocy in coughing,
Blind in the beginning,
But...
Slowly it crept upon me,
Until I,
Fully depended on the care of another,
Sniffles of distraught,
As my friends act as tylenol,
Temporarily subdueing the inevitable,
But...
Eventually the cold fades,
As i sneeze out the remains,
And toss them down the drain,
Memories of colds are nonexistant almost,
Because of how common they are,
Probably too common,
Love...
The Real Common Cold
Categories:
tylenol, life, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
A puppy that wouldn’t stop peeing on my tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Two Turtle Doves who dropped a load, as I looked up in the tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Three little kittens that my puppy, chased up daily into the tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Four sets of ornaments to replace, those destroyed by kittens in the tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Five different promises that he would again, put up, The Silly Tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Six strands of lights to replace those chewed on, by my little puppy.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Seven hugs and kisses, so I’d PLEASE forget, about the Blooming Tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eight Trolls a milking, chasing cows thru all my hedgerow shrubbery.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Nine Trolls a dancing, that all fell on, my once beautiful garden fencing.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Ten Trolls a leaping, as Caroling candles, burned down into their hands.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eleven Trolls a smiling and ready to rebuild my burned down front porch.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Twelve Trolls a hammering and a nice big bottle of Tylenol… just for me…
Plus the happy thought, I’d survived a Christmas gift, planned with love… just for me.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and best wishes for twelve days of Christmas joy.
Written 12-18-2012
Categories:
tylenol, adventure, christmas, day, family,
Form:
Light Verse
SLIM
An internal dialogue by the old stork Slim
My back hurts today, and my wings are not what they used to be.
I could call in sick, but then who would deliver the new Johnson baby?
I've got to think about giving this up, but boy, would I miss it. …
and the young storks don't seem to want this job..not much danger or
excitement in it……….I'll bet in a few years all our business will
go to FED-EX or UPS….doesn't seem right….won't be much magic
in that…. lets see, I've got Johnson Boy in the morning..and maybe
Gorelick twins this afternoon. Here he is now..hair as red as fire..
isnt he a bruiser though….what? 9#, 10oz?….I'd better grab a Tylenol
first thing or I'll never make it..saw the little girls, tiny things but
boy are they sweet. Going to be a busy family for sure..
…….
Well that was a day..great fun…not like yesterday when I had to leave
that baby on the doorstep cause nobody answered the door..Worried
and waited, glad someone finally came..seemed like a nice woman
but a bit overwhelmed…..think I made several stops here before…
………Geez--- enough for one day..I've got the best job in the world..
The best job I ever loved….." Hi Dear, what's for dinner?…….Frogs?..
my favorite…..
Based on the old folk story that told of storks delivering babies. Something to
tell little children who wonder where babies come from…
Most countries have their own version of this story…
For Carol's Animal Contest..
Categories:
tylenol, animal, humorous,
Form:
Verse
'Twas a week before Christmas, when at the Kalikimaka's house, I thought I heard a shout, it must be my boyfriend, quiet like a mouse.
The Christmas tree was dry and had no Tylenol to survive, he ran out and was up from his chair and alive.
I tried to hide, but he looked for me and I thought I was free. My boyfriend, with his coffee cup, said: "what's up"?
"I'm all out of Tylenol," which was all of his talk. "Please go to the store." Where I needed to go for a walk.
Leaving to a nearby store, I hurried to get some cash. The store was filled with lots of Christmas cheers, and I couldn't help notice the
holiday liquors and beers.
When I saw the fancy bottles and decorations insights, I thought to myself "oh what a fright". The store was festive and all I wanted was
was a cheerful night.
So, I named each bottles of hards: "Up with Jim, and down with Jack". Soon, I realized I didn't want him to give me, "a crack".
But what's a drink without a friend, as I paused." I thought, I'll get Santa Claus. I had my eyes twinkled at him, so big with a red suit, but
he was too slim. As I checked out, I came to my "Hale", and saw my boyfriend walking upwards on the "highway Pali".
"Where is my Tylenol?" as he shouted to me! I forgot it with my head spinning and I couldn't see. He chuckled with a big smile and said to me,
"Merry Christmas, my loving fool", where I had to sit on a very tall stool.
For next year, don't be so lame, when it's wasted time and a shame! "Don't stall, I may need the "Tylenol".
Categories:
tylenol, christmas, christmas, christmas,
Form:
“Stay away, I can’t afford to be sick.
Hand sanitizer please, and make it quick!
I can’t have the flu,”
I moaned as I puked -
“I’m out of Tylenol, Nyquil, and Vics!”
12/30/11
For "Sneezing Limerick" contest
Categories:
tylenol, angst,
Form:
Limerick
The “Itis” Brothers
(Arthritis, Bursitis, Tendonitis)
Written: by Miracle Man
10/30/2021
The “Itis” brothers, have a quite familiar name,
Arthr, Burs, and Tendon have garnered worldly fame.
All three have visited me, two had a short stay,
after medical encouragement they were driven away.
Sensing they weren’t welcome they chose to leave,
but hard headed Arthr was the one who’d cleave.
At 2:am this morning and in quiet I’m found,
Arthr was acting up and I couldn’t sleep sound.
He just hangs around all the familiar old joints,
just being a pain while soliciting style points.
He’s always present and just refuses to behave,
his daily shenanigans have made me his slave.
He’s very insistent, present, both night and day,
Tylenol, taken daily, helps to keep him at bay.
How many readers can relate to this?
Categories:
tylenol, angst, humor, pain,
Form:
Couplet
Sometimes people ask me... What's in your purse...
So I tell them the best that I can...
Lipstick, chapstick, matchstick
What’s in your purse?
Billfold, change purse, money counter, and clip?
Aspirin, Tylenol, Tums, coupons and stamps…
Tissue, pressure bandage, Mom excuse tablet!
What’s in your purse?
House keys, car keys, skate keys and a toothbrush.
Toothpick, dental floss, yesterday’s movie ticket.
Magnifying glass, insect book, handy magic cards?
What’s in your purse?
Personal stuff, extra stuff, and just stuff.
Needed stuff, wanted stuff list…
And all the stuff I meant to take out.
What’s in your purse?
Crayons, a pen, a magic marker, and chalk.
Hodgepodge, glue stick, and tape…
A clown an elf and two small mice.
What’s in your purse?
Bird Seed, fish food, and a safety pin.
A feather from a goose, an empty candy wrapper.
A small notebook with and without lines.
What’s in your purse?
Gum, a straw and an eyedropper.
A paperclip that floats like a boat,
And a folding flying airplane.
What’s in your purse?
Flashlight, book light, nightlight.
NASA blanket and plastic rain suit.
Hairnet and socks that match.
What’s in your purse?
Paintbrush, hairbrush, dog brush.
Playdough, finger puppets and jelly packets.
A flashlight, a monocle, and a bingo dabber.
What’s in your purse?
A calendar, a phone, and things that I have to have.
Pictures of those I love.
And a little cross…
What’s in your purse?
Jesus!
Categories:
tylenol, beautiful, best friend, butterfly,
Form:
Free verse