Bubonic Poems

A Man, Most Newtonic

Here's to the fellow we hold dear,
his blood, it was said, teutonic. 
He holed up in County Lincolnshire
to escape the plague (bubonic).

'Twas there an apple fell on his head
and gave him a wonderful notion.
Before he even went to bed,
he wrote down the laws of motion.

Silent Killer

Originally published in Out on a Limb, An Anthology for Friends June 2020


“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.”  - Joseph Pulitzer


There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.

It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.

It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.

~*~

“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.

Lost Forever

Despite this monster inside me
Despite this creature I have become 
Something more siren than human
Beckons to the benthic of woe
I must be crazy
This cannot be real

Then the words crawl into my ear
Your the essence of pandemonium 
Chaos orchestration symphonies of moribund
Threnody of the last spark pathetic velleity 
We are one entity
Abyssal dismal flicker of an ember snuffed out

Choke on billowing smoke
Lost in the tenebrous, anger filled the air
I am not broken
Teeth glare 
Fangs bubonic virulent crush 
Caricature of the future versus sentinel of what was

Misinfo Storyline Today

The first move is on ' its reported a 15 year old boy
Has died from the bubonic plauge (Black death)
In Mongolia, apparently two people had it in 2021
At A place named Khovd.) They also died
Reportedly contracted from eating marmot
Meat is the line..Seems like the bat eating theory.?
In 2021 astra zeneca started making a plauge vax
Same year as covid was being advertised.' Seems
Strange.? This could well be the next fear driver 
Some purported jabs already being administerd and
A local lockdown was in place, there are also reports
Of university teams identifying the start of the
Middle ages plauge outbreak as Kyrgyzstan.'
It seems all intermeshed and suggestive to my mind.'
The dominoes are in the process of being placed.'

The Green and Fading Afternoon

The green and fading afternoon
as starkness sets within, behind,
long shadows creep, with twilight soon.
The green and fading afternoon
releases brute bubonic moon.
The town folks dream with peace of mind.
The green and fading afternoon.
as starkness sets within, behind.

1/31/2022

Supermarket Tabloid Blues

You scream for my attention in the checkout aisle
With tales of infidelity and sordid guile.
You pique my curiosity with spicy clues.
Gives me those supermarket tabloid blues.

You document the glamour of the silver screen
By trumpeting the rise of some new movie queen,
Then interview the hooker who her husband screws,
Exposing supermarket tabloid blues.

You hear a scandal splash and then you go to press
And document the details of the whole damn mess.
Your hottest stories simmer like delicious stews
To feed us supermarket tabloid blues.

You swear to any rumor's truth, however vague,
By spreading sordid gossip like bubonic plague,
Then quote the Bill of Rights if anybody sues,
Exploiting supermarket tabloid blues.

"The Pentagon communicates with UFOs."
"Archbishop blesses little boys without their clothes."
You’re churning out more headlines than my head can use.
Gives me those supermarket tabloid blues.

There's just one small confession that I have to make;
I’ve got a funny need to hear those stories break.
A guilty little pleasure that I freely choose.
Bring on those supermarket tabloid blues.

Faithfully

Appreciating yourself, when others turn away with scorn.
Each day, you must love you as the sun doth the morn!

Feed your body, and nourish your dreams.
Pay no mind to those who give you no heed.

They are as shards of glass!
And people who do not understand class.

They might consider your poetry, to theirs,quite inferior!
That's because their poets. hearts exist in  their posteriors.

Remember to laugh at the gods on poetic unicorns!
Hugging non-existent Muses in falsely lighted uniforms.

This is a magnificent place, where you can indeed pen freely.
It's not the Roman Coliseum; the true poets honor you here, dearly.

Many will avoid your work like bubonic plague.
They may have the virus, it's all the rage!

Love those who appreciate you, avoid the rest.
Who are "they?"- the poets who dream they are the best.

So, now! Please write this very day.
Making believe you are blossoms on the first day of may.

                      
                               10/24/2020

                                   Poem  2

Woe-Man

Halt, halt,

Give Lust your hands, but NOT your hearts,

For when they hover around you,

You are an imminent carcass,

Loitering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly and grasshopper combined.

The sight of her should trigger alarum bell in every wise man,

They waste your time,

They waste your money,

Sup your energy and

get you into trouble.

Like a bubonic plague,

Spreading devastating virus,

As a butterfly, pollinating;

With the juice supped,

They flutter away

Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom.

Refrain  from the  hype of chauvinistic egotism when lust ignites,  

For another trial may certify your demise,

No wonder, they are called Women

For many are the woes of most men

The Village Sacrifice

An English village lay at peace
Until that catastrophic day
When flea-infested rolls of fleece
Brought pestilence and death their way.

They heard the village rector say
'No remedy can bring release
In quarantine we all must stay
So that the spread of plague might cease.'

09.02.20


NOTE:

On 1 November 1666 farm worker Abraham Morten gasped his final breath - the last of 260 people to die from bubonic plague in the remote Derbyshire village of Eyam. Their fate had been sealed four months earlier when, after the onset of the plague from flea-infested cloth from London, the entire village made the remarkable decision to quarantine itself in an heroic attempt to halt the spread of the Great Plague.

Woe-Man

Halt! Halt! Give em your hand but not your hearts
For when they hover around you, 
You are an imminent carcass. 
These vipers of Eden unrelenting, carry about their venoms 
Fluttering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly 
And a grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger an "alarum" bell in every wise man. 

With the juice supped, they flitter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom 
Like bubonic plague, spreading devastating virus 
Like the physician ampoule, ready on your skin to pour.
They waste your time, 
Waste your money 
Sapp your energy 
Leaving you with unforgettable miseries 
 Be not down on a chauvinistic egotism in her environment 
For another trial, may certify your demise

Bewitching Blue

Hold still my little blue, for I know you are ready to explode
I shall extract your exuberant energy with vibrancy and vigor
For my palettes drip with desire of your aura feeding the white
As the emptiness is slowly fed the eternal sky magically manifests
Such joy and exaltations, we can now see forever thru dimensions
The oceans divinely dance with your prismatic overtones shimmering

Without warning the calamitous clouds creep in, we feel your wrath
With treachery and collusion, we are thrown into the vastness voids
No escape from the nefarious never as the barren bitter cold stings
A bubonic blue surrounds the lachrymal landscapes of frozen tears
Thru minds of men your rage runs rampant destroying hemispheres
For me you are the light of day and the shade of sorrow, you are Blue.





Jan.05.2019
Blue Poetry 
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish


Placed 8'th...Thank You

Slithering Meat

Reptile meat got a foul swallow
The creeping things they eat
emit putrid vapors ...
vocal odors lemmings do follow

Falling off the cliff
into the mouth ...
Bask in the saliva nasty

Get paralyzed stiff — 
a human mouse ... 
Cheesy flavor of a patsy

Snakes eat rats
Big boa sin swallow up
little mice men

Slithering meat 
is an abominable eat

Humans eat the snake
that ate the rat
Viper lip spitting fake
was a lying cat

Ouroboros wail,
head eating the tail 
Gator toes tipping the scale;
safe open   ...   lock failed

The creeping things you eat
will give you weasel daydreams
Gorge on the slithering meat,
digest Bubonic Plague schemes

Snakes eat rats
King cobra sin swallow up
pawn mice men

Humans eat the snake
that has flicker love for the Mickey
Fork lips spitting fake,
Komodo dragon claws blood lickey

Ouroboros wails,
serpent head eating the rodent tails 
Tapering toes charm the faint frails;
jaws open   ...   heart failed

A wicked, pulmonary feed 
is slithering in the high, tall weeds
A taste of paralyzing greed
will molt covetously into evil deeds

Bubonic Cleansing

When the Black Death started spreading,
panic commodity
was fear available readily
Corpse collector became a bane occupation,
bubonic cleansing     a despised, 
	dirty vermin job
Long hours, and lonely company
Perks of the daily peril: Tavern expenses were free,
	by writ royal decree
Most everybody in the riotous den
was the cadaver collector’s friend
But only a few ever sat too close ... 
	superstition
was London foggy palpable
Cobble stone alert
came by way of the cathedral chimes
		Clear passage to the central pyre
	was the only living certainty
that the cleansing would always proceed
Unknown initially   was the fact   that rats
were the cause of the disease
Gnawing tails   the creeping enemy
		Compounded by public filth — 
	garbage strewn in the streets
The only collection was the dead bodies
Dark Age ignorance
was what needed cleansing

Azalia Part 3

Bow serpents and lions
Ingenerated from Demora’s shrine
Graced from Gia’s star
Blessed with serenity, strength, and beauty
Chanted by Diablerie monarchs
Dancing enchantress witchcraft coursing into Archellion blood cells
Evolving woman and beast of Strata, the cause of famine
Life sources shall drought and vex
For life of bondage, chained of carnage and sin has sewed into breeding hell
Now the blood thirsty nightmare Allison of unextinguished flames
With scarlet kin, eagerness to rise, eagerness to kill and rule
Look into her dead eyes it speaks fornication
Obliteration of man and woman, just to spite gods
For without their commoners, they wreck of rotten forlorn
Hail Azalia, she is bane cat-o-nine tails bedevil scourge
A disease to land barriers
Menacing birches for catastrophic centuries
Procreating canker bubonic plagues
Just to please her insidious deportment
Sprouting dispassionate vibrations, god deicide she is
Voices mourn unheard, shall remain unspoken
Azalia consumes this putrid sphere, forever mute
Don’t be hoaxed, she craved concupiscent, from that of vicious rays

More Potential Limericks

More Potential Limericks

Effective, live, give
Related, created, dated
Contemplated, illustrated, annotated
Realize, chastise, surmise
Talented, Sainted, painted, fainted
Proportion, distortion, contortion
Humongous, among us, fungus
Incantation, contemplation, situation
Intend, extend, suspend, upend
Support, escort, retort
Harmonic, Teutonic, tonic, bubonic
Criticize, realize, surprise
Limerick, pick, edict
Tutor, suitor, refute her, recruiter
Traitor, educator, date her
Weigh a ton, around had spun, start to shun, she's the one
Order was out, without a doubt, starting to shout
Debilitated, rehabilitated, rotated, rated
A mattering, started scattering, broke and shattering
Choke, broke, spoke, yoke
Table, enable, fable
Hostile for a while, quite a gal, would beguile, could compile
Seduce, reduce, produce
Abuse, excuse, obtuse, what's the use
Wangle, angle, dangle, wrangle
Worrisome thought, Lincoln was shot, outside is hot
In between was caught, hit the spot, ended with dot, within earshot

Now go for it. Jim Horn

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