Wheeze in, wheeze out again as pollen
invades two chambers of lungs in
a choral synapse, an orchestral acapella
lifting my bronchial tubes as they
rise and warble high-pitched notes:
this is the melody of allergy
drenched in breathless tunes
right down my now tightened navel
while oxygen dips to 87--a horrific
musical trilling nurses in an otherwise
quiet emergency room...
And this big needle enters my greenish veins
to release a ditty called 'solucortef'
which opens this clogged overture,
sending me through a gateway of trance
as my Einstein-like hair droops, weaving
squeaky knots... finally, I river through
calmer streams: this very instance, dear bladder
sings another tempo, a urinary whistle...
the finale of a long, 3-hour allergy concerto
without any staged intermission.
Broken Wing's Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2
Resent 10/9/2016
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From Body Of Work Contest Submitted 9/13/2016
Visual Attached Judged 10/6/2016
...lungs, bronchial tubes, navel, veins,
hair, bladder
Categories:
bronchial, body, music,
Form: Light Verse
Humid and hot this April strain
Hurls heavy slot of flu refrains
Here and there see May's fumbling pains
With coughing spree and choking gains.
The viral bug wanders around
With feisty tug that wrestles ground.
Sudden and swift the dizzy fit
Of viral drift in trampled bits.
Runny nose leaks like a loose tap
As flu bug tweaks a flushing gap.
Sea of faces at the clinic
Where sick places join queue static.
The flu bug makes the muscles ache,
Pain swirls and shakes as unease stakes.
This coughing bout makes bronchial fuzz
As phlegm comes out in sickly buzz.
May now unfolds such numbing ways
When leaky cold marks lousy play.
So lie here still as drugs bring rest
To cure this ill and bring back zest.
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2016
Singapore
Categories:
bronchial, angst, drug,
Form: Couplet
Abrupt change
Wet rain pours;
Misty landscape scene
~~~~~~~~~
Roadside kerb
Walkway water puddles;
Splash of speeding cars
~~~~~~~~~
Wet window panes
A thousand droplets;
Random pattern
~~~~~~~~~
Umbrella parade
Wetness everywhere;
Rush for cover
~~~~~~~~~
Jagged lightning
Electric sizzle;
Trees uprooted
~~~~~~~~~
Massive traffic jam
Old giant tree falls;
Two road lanes blocked
~~~~~~~~~
Little people drenched
Colourful raincoats;
Cutesy parasols
~~~~~~~~~
Wetness soaks
Wet shoes busy;
Rainy commotions
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of flu bout
Sniffles and cough;
Sore throat lingers
~~~~~~~~~
Drowsy dizzy feel
Flu hits the roof;
Bedside manners rest
~~~~~~~~~
Blur sensations
Mind groggy here;
Too much medication
~~~~~~~~~
Rainy day people
Stay indoors;
Wetness hurls cold
~~~~~~~~~
Bronchial nuisance
Coughing bout chokes;
Heavy breathing hiss
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 November 2015
Singapore
Categories:
bronchial, change, , cute,
Form: Haiku
Attic living
The echo of wine is sadness, jokes told are
not funny and laughter is a bronchial cough.
Mirth gone when Sunday is despondent,
an autumnal leaf that drags itself along
a clammy asphalt road.
Wrinkled faces framed by nylon shawls,
hesitate by church steps as wanting to hear
more words of everlasting love;
before going home to empty rooms and
dripping kitchen taps.
October drizzle on Sunday´s best, bat wings
open up and the murmur of the future less
is a dying repeat; as the padre smokes
a cigar in the vestry, wine has lost its glow.
Categories:
bronchial, allegory, angst, dark, wine,
Form: Sonnet
I never overcame your departure brothers
since then
my feet walk crippled
the kidney only filters half of the residues
my heart partially collapsed
and beats insufficiently
the gastric juice became acid
and corrodes the sweetness of dreams
the bronchial airways are carbonized
and emit a roaring echo
the neurons lost
innumerable synapses
when dying necrotic
but here I am with my soul
regenerating light
so that the guide with the candle
calms my rumble of jungle
Categories:
bronchial, death, loss,
Form: Free verse
Bronchial car chugged along,
As if it was a train,
Its tyres were bald,
Needing treading,
Its color unhealthy pale,
Its window glasses almost porous,
That you sit in four,
And possibly take a tour,
Was a surprise,
It seemed like our old folks,
Bronchial, pale and unhealthy,
If the old car was to tour,
It has to be cared more,
Same for our old,
You have to care and be warm,
And simply not a hostile cold.
Categories:
bronchial, inspirational, life, philosophy, old,
Form: Free verse