Best Wonder Drug Poems
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
They had me take a drug I didn’t need.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
Injections twice a year I’d get for free,
so to their “sage” advice I then agreed.
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
Rare side effects I never could foresee,
but they’re online for anyone to read.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
I trusted men because of their degree.
They’re full of crap. How could I ever heed
those men who by omission lied to me?
Their drug is used in chemotherapy!
That fact withheld from me was their dark deed.
It does no good and is a travesty!
To make bones strong?? I rant like a banshee
from Prolia’s effects – that demon seed!
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
It does no good and is a travesty.
Dec. 23, 2018 for the Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest of John Lawless
If you or any woman you know is considering this drug for her bones, please read the parody of the Prolia commercial I put a link to above my poem. If only I had seen that parody before two years ago!! The greedy company Amgen is doing much more harm than good and the FDA just lets this "wonder drug" on through the gate. Denser bones, yes, but stronger no. A class action law suit has been won by people getting fractures months after going off Prolia because it makes holes in your bones and once you go off, you could get this horrible "rebound effect"!
Here it comes again, the daily reminder ...
cold sweats out of nowhere that hit me like a slap
on the face, my entire body turning clammy wet in an
instant, three-or-four times every day. Then there's the
uncontrollably exaggerated yawning and eyes that won't stop
watering, a runny nose as if instant hay fever, and that nearly in-
tolerable creepy muscle thing ... that's the worst symptom of all by
far, (akathisia, it's called), because you CAN'T hold still - all your bones
and muscles have to move at once, or you quite simply can NOT tolerate it.
I always say a prayer that it only happens a few
times each day, and only lasts for a short time, but
to be honest, it's a nightmare, and inside I'm cursing ...
cursing myself for this reminder. The reminder of a terribly
bad decision that I made thirty years ago. Oh, my "problem"
is under control, thanks to a wonder drug that did indeed save
my life, (when my heart stopped thrice), and while I no longer abuse
anything, that accursed monkey is still there, riding me like a two-dollar
mare, and reminding me a few times each day, that it's completely in control.
Yes, I'm alive and writing this because of it, and
as thankful as a human can be, truly, but I'm light-
years from the obliged kiss-off I dream about giving it.
You see, it creates another problem all its own, one they
don't tell you about when you start on "The Program", that
this particular monkey, while having the power to save your life,
is also the strongest, most tenacious monkey that exists, by FAR,
and the chance of you ever giving it that dreamed-about final goodbye,
are easily the longest odds you've ever had, especially with a weakened heart.
But you push your mind to try to remain thankful
nonetheless, because after all, you ARE still alive ...
alive and kicking and getting these wonderfully horrific
reminders each day, of just how little control and charge
and health and power you have over your own life ... alive
and moving through life like you have a giant condom on your
body and mind and emotions, not really FEELING or emoting or
experiencing much of anything in the way a human being SHOULD be,
but alive and breathing and functioning ... you ARE still alive ... aren't you?
I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in the midst of a formula one race
Dwarfed and outshined
I am that athlete who finishes fourth in a photo finish
Yes just outside the podium positions
A toilet tissue,
Doing the worst job there is out there
I can’t win can i?
I am that politician sitting in opposition for fifty years
I may never attain pole position
Feel for that frail and ageing prince,
For his mother, The Queen keeps going strong
He may never reach promisedland
I am that sad student,
Repeating a paper because of that elusive single mark
You know I’m that hurdler
The one who led a final only to stumble at the last obstacle
I tried basketball
But every shot I tookwas an air ball
I am that mother who can’t identify the father of my child
I am that teenage boy who’s just lost a fight to a little girl
I’m that fellow who forgets an umbrella on a rainy day
Think of that performer acting in an empty arena
The comedian whose jokes are dry
I’m a broken guitar
I’m a cracked mirror
I’m three legged chair
I’m but a leaking roof
Life is not at all fair
Everything seems aloof
I was small league star
But I barely leave a mark in top flight
I was a big fish in a small pond
I’ve become small fish in a big sea
Out of my depth but I will not stop trying
Yes I missed many penalties in my life
Hit the post when my team was down
Had my fair share of own goals
I cut myself when I shave
But that doesn’t stop me
I will hit the reset button
Reboot the system if necessary
I have a master plan
A wonder drug and it will work
Or will it?
My dear, the one whom rest eludes;
whence comes to you spirits at night,
these specters that harass your mood
and plague you when out are the lights?
Is there no pill or wonder drug
that eases you like a friend's hug?
From eve to eve you are beset;
and assailed by your dreams and fear
of the Reaper's looming onset,
which prompt your nightmares every year.
Like your nightmares, nights annoy you,
then irk, vex, and thus destroy you.
The Angel of Death's ghostly presence
disturbs your rest though you protest;
it reaves from you the assurance
that you are safe and not unblest.
But, my dear, I am here to tell
you,—that for you there's no death knell;
that you're beyond the reach of Death:
for God safeguards you forever,
and gives you life with every breath,
so that Death harms you never, ever!
And know that I'll be here to defend
you for all time until Time's sure end.
I lie prostrate on my bed, breathless and afraid,
Emotions fly through my head, feel dismayed,
Forsaken by God even though I prayed
I weep for the tomorrow's I will not see
A smile lit up my face, doctors want to try a new something
A break through in medical science needs testing
Would I agree they say, I said I will try anything
Looks like God listened after all
My destiny now lies in the hands of science
Feeling gross but will stay compliance
Will get better, I mentally say in defiance
Tomorrow is just another day
I cry out as the drug brings pain to the surface
A rash appears, itching, red, inflaming the epidermis
Am I allergic to this wonder drug, I dont need this
I awake feeling better, I give thanks.
Written on 14/5/2018
chosen title... How I feel today
Contest Rhyme and Refrain sponsored by Broken Wings.
This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good.
made is seem wrong,
It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy
So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from hemp- the very best,
Mayflower sails were too they passed the test,
1619 Jamestown settlers had to grow the crop,
It's absorbent fibers make the best cleaning mop.
clothing more solid and sturdy,
Eco-friendly for the fish and birdies,
replenishes soil with nutrients it once dropped,
known as the most efficient rotational crop,
artists for many years used the oil as paint,
use hemp money to pay for that date,
hemp oil could end the gas crisis,
Piss off Shell, Chevron, they don't like surprises,
Lets not forget the physical effects,
One of the best ways to let your body rest,
ointments for sore muscles and lotions for skin,
once it's ingested, ooh feels like a wonderful sin,
The many Cannabinoids help with cancer,
better than chemo not guaranteed to end the disaster,
Certain strains provide mellow for those with epilepsy,
imagine being the kid who just cant sleep,
take a dose once or twice a day,
they now see the sun's shiny rays,
Cant leave out the repair of brain cells,
the ones that alcohol beats up then bails
Why is it illegal you ask?
Politics wear the greatest masks,
Constantly paid off by corporate interests,
Wanted monopolies to bring them pocket book bliss,
Pharmaceuticals, DuPont, Randal Hearst, now Alcohol,
Couldn't stand the competition this “drug” brings at all,
To ensure the public wouldn't be informed,
Made GOV medical testing illegal and provided propaganda ****
So many other details,
but this must end sometime.
For some great information on cannabis
visit the http://NORML.org website
brutal will be the blow of fate
cruel will be this place
but remember one thing mate
don't you ever break!
labor will contuse you rough
situations tough!
joy hanging by a thread
but you don't be afraid
high spirits shake so wild
as if the juice of lime
and you 'll feel low
believe me it's no crime!
tested in this world so sly
but you'll always have to fly high
time,escaping may seem perfect plan
but we,humans are not born of that clan
we are stronger and majestic
The pursuit of life-'an aim' and 'a dream'
never let these two die grim
no history!
if our fathers laze ,die in mystery
each great soul
their perseverance, their courage
their insatiable passion to shine
in the pages of history
if an apple's fall,changed the physics for all
if stepping on moon, opened the cosmos
if serendipity concieved the 'wonder drug'
if insight crafted millions of libraries
if no brutal blow,no cruel fate
could stop them from engraving their name
then why govern you in different way?
blessed you are
with a beautiful mind
with beating heart
worthy hands to write
so fill your dreams
make your own fate!
dye the pages of present
with your presence
let every soul and every other to come
chant you in praises
for giving mankind 'the gift'
so let the brutal fate change its lane
unbowed ! unafraid! you stand
no matter how bleak the things seem
but always be a future
if you let your present to live!
ignite my friend the flames inside you
finish whatever the 'youth self' dreamt for you
the clock is ticking fast,slipping the sand of time
no time to stand and lament
when there is so much to do!
the pursuit of life-'an aim' and 'a dream'
never let these gems die grim!
The skeptics may ponder the plausibility
of believing in what we cannot see.
To know in our hearts there is a God above,
To be certain because we have seen His love.
To study the Bible and believe in the Word,
To utter a prayer knowing it will be heard.
To believe in a Great Physician who can cure every ill
without the use of a wonder drug or a powerful pill.
To know He is our Father. We’re children of His.
And our short lives on earth isn’t all that there is.
To believe His Son Jesus died on a cross to win
our eternal home in heaven and forgiveness of sin.
To have faith in the Lord we love and adore,
Looking forward to all that Heaven will be, and more.
From day of birth a howling ghost coyote,
Ranging "Steppenwolf" of western plains,
A spineless cousin to more staid peyote,
Apex wonder drug of wild domains.
A lonesome cry expresses inner feelings,
Tempted now and then to run with pack,
Though dominance and harems are glass ceilings,
Focusing dim wit on what I lack.
First come, first serve is Nature's rule, not Darwin,
Burrow just a temporary rest,
Survival means my stomach can't be empty,
Endless sky the borders of life's test.
But kindness is a virtue I can't fathom,
Neediness is heart of daily fare,
Avoiding pain is Nature's only rhythm,
Ghost-like, when you need me, I'm not there!
Long Tooth
January 6,2016
Hope is like an anchor that protects us in rough seas...
Hope is like a "bower" anchor when we're battling a disease.
It keeps us steady and strong and from drifting into despair...
It's also the drogue that keeps us from capsizing there.
Hope is a medicine that can keep us healthy and alive...
And when all else fails hope can help us survive.
Hope is a wonder drug that we need to use each day...
Hope is God's anchor because He made us that way.
TK<
Wonder Drug
Sirtuins, an enzyme I think, has the ability to rejuvenate
human cells; but it is very expensive to produce. Hence
only the elite can use it and thus live to be 500 years.
People shrink after two hundred years the fortunate
will be as tall as five years old and demand door bells
and light switched placed on the skirting board.
We, the mortal, will have to bend down as we always
have done to the powerful who are related to divinity.
Lottery in the future will not be about money but win
the right to be injected with Sirtuins. But the winners will
not join the elite, but alone face the horror of watching
family and friends get old and die out while they continue
to live in a world that is and echo of yesterdays anguish
devoid of laughter, love and newness.
Ideas gleaned from poetry and books
should be for sale in little boxes, that
were optional at extra cost--and I
would find inside, the little people there,
that I could set upon my desk,
and shake my finger at them,
questionning without offence
their origin, or their descent.
And as a gentle Gulliver, perhaps,
remember to remark upon their zeal.
Of course if I found feedback from the air
that bears my voice, or from my friends who care,
I would. But yes, it is too much to ask,
and much too little to depend upon.
No wonder that the wee ones live for us!
Beware, my tiny leprechaun.
We are scavengers who would invade the night
to capture you, for you are rare indeed.
Within your packs, you bear the wonder drug,
insight to know, to dare to understand,
embrace, believe!
~
taking injections
of a bone strengthening drug. . .
she starts losing teeth
June 1, 2019
For Writing Challenge 5, May 2019, Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Love Drug
There is a wonder drug,
Its name is love.
But there is no God,
Up above.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
haven’t all cures in the making
for the ailments which once did
us humans in,
been considered
“radical treatments” or
elemental hogwash,
prior to their ability to heal the
sick &
go down in history as yet
another small step for all of us
still ticking away “healthily?”
how many lab mice & lab rats
can get annihilated before that
first human steps up to be
the guinea pig &
just what does it take to get to
such a point?
as everyone’s body chemistry is
different &
there isn’t a wonder drug for anyone
to keep them alive indefinitely (yet),
then it would seem that anything
which stops the pain,
does so radically,
setting off a new revolution in the
body, insisting
that one must go on &
anyone who gets in the way of
such groundbreaking attempts at
healing,
is more a blockade to our general
progress as a species,
than any one person who may die
as a result of wanting to stay alive &
not give up.