Canker Poems | Examples

food allergies are serious

milk, eggs, shellfish
three common allergies
I know a family who lost a two-year-old son to milk

almonds, walnuts, peanuts, wheat and soybeans
five more common allergies
if you open a peanut butter jar, it can be deadly to some

my nemesis is hazelnut
after consuming, my throat closes up
I am wheezing and can barely breathe, needing my inhaler

English walnuts are a close second for me
after eating them, my mouth erupts into giant canker sores
all around my gums

something else creates hives in me.
We do not know if it is a food or what.
allergies seem to go hand-in-hand with having asthma

other symptoms of food allergies are
itching of the mouth, vomiting, and wheezing
Food allergies are serious; sometimes epi pens are necessary.

Unrequited Love

You anchor your rancor, a cancerous canker,
Not just any mole
Your hatred you hide it, you split and divide it,
It's soured your soul

The women, you bait them, you date and berate them,
You're no kind of man
You're just out for the kill and you spill out your swill,
Like nobody can

Their hearts beating faster, they race towards disaster,
Watch out for that curve
The dark he is seeking, it weakens their beacons,
But strengthens his nerve

They know they're in trouble, his efforts now double,
Not just a bad dream
Unable to match him, they kick and they scratch him,
And let out a scream

He's vain, so he's flattered, they're raped and they're battered
And left there to bleed
In his warped little brain, all their terror and pain,
Will then fill his need

Through hell and high waters, must teach all our daughters,
To stand up and fight
It's horrific but true, it could happen to you,
And happen tonight

A singular Drop; That's All There Was

I gaze upon an opaque silver sky,
Descending dewdrops, developing above the mustache maw.
Ascending the nape to taste cherubim cry,
Permeating petrichor, pervade the nasal in auspicious awe.

Palpable pain of tactile taps
Kissing canker sores and rainstorm rush.
Radically rampaging, for its rapid relapse
Rain, it's infinite, swirling fervor flush

To drown by an inundated impound,
A vehement, vicious, void that immersed,
Wandering weakly on the ocean gored ground,
Drowning, isolated lungs; bellowing burst.

The tyrant tsunami my miracle world-wide flood,
Exploding existence, imploding insistence, ichor pools; blackened blood.

claus schwab

this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies
In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and
Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black
God forsaking.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him'

603712 Sporatic Moratic

Ask your doctor about 603712 Sporatic Moratic the TV ad man says.
It might be the only way to reduce your pneumonia.
Possible side effects include
Itching
Hives
Canker sores
Cancer
Swollen limbs
Blood clots
Shortened breath
Shingles
Warts
Shortened life
I immediately call my doctor, demanding he prescribe this to me.

Never Really Gone

That ulcer
in his 
consciousness
bleeding
to be heard
A canker
of a 
muted past
abscessing
every word

Cold sores
of detention
that fade
but never
cure
A virus
of his 
hopes and dreams
recurring
— untoward

(Septa R5 Train: May, 2024)

The Deadly Sin of Pride

A virus-like vice infects us all,
Tis the sin that made Lucifer fall.
like a canker hidden from sight,
It destroys the soul like a blight.

When in others this sin we detect,
Our hearts assume a loathing aspect.
For few they are that ever suspect,
that this very vice their heart infect.   

The deeper the loathing on your part,
the greater the pride within your heart.
This utmost evil and viral vice,
from the soul, extracts a hefty price.

Pride leads to sins of every kind.
It is the true Godless state of mind.
The proud is never pleased with the best,
He must always be above the rest.

A proud person pursues power,
As an addict, for drugs scour.
The one who stands out in a crowd,
Is made an enemy by the proud.

God is the enemy of the proud,
For He with all power is endowed.
The proud to no one will ever bow,
To his vain self, he has made this vow.

So, beware lest pride sneak up on you,
and pervades everything you do.
Because once pride takes root in your heart,
Only God can make it depart.

Rise and Fall

Criminal
waste,
critical mass
materialized warfare
city dumps pile-up and fall
burnt offerings amid
clumps of Caesar salad.
Roman Empires of crud
that roam no more.

Walmart still spills over,
parachutes hung from pot-belly roofs;
air-drops from a plastic heaven.
A few old men
are found asleep at the wheel
of long buried cars.

Homeless are the pigeons
that carry a crusty canker
from pit to heap,
pitiful the pawing fingers
that pounce now upon
the once new branded,
yet more paltry
the poached mounds
of porch-pirates,
their petty ill-gottens
all unpacked alike as empty nests.

When the sooty dark
fumes and blankets,
then rust will clang
in the yawping mouths
of tin-cans,
aluminum bells that clatter.
Then the rodents,
the red-eyed night-shifters
will comb through the tangled beards
of threadbare dreams.

Then withal,
just as the ditched dross have fallen,
dregs shall rise again.

Straggler

"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation" 
      ~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam
bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach
where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt
where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest
where each head like the sun aureoled
where God in all His glory doth reign
I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil
my loved ones grieving great, my journey
unreturned to an untravelled land.

There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing
in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent
and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim
which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't
so fain to go, so fain to stay, 
like a spinning midge, 
my spirit veered high and low
between Heaven and Earth
between Mortality and Immortality.
a helium balloon buoyant in the air.

No Anchor For Rancour

Rancour is a canker
That eats us from within
Bitterness and anger*
Are sure to cause chagrin

Malice is a chalice
From which we should not drink
It will turn us callous
With hearts tuned out of sync

Hanker not for rancour
Let love rule our mind tunes
Forgiveness, the anchor
In life's wildest typhoons

Hope is the strongest rope
Sure and steadfast anchor**
In dark sin, need not grope
Rid our soul of rancour

Jesus Christ sure frees us
From rancour's canker clutch
Tenderly, He sees us
And heals us with blood touch


*Ephesians 4:31-32 
[31]Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:
[32]And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.

**Hebrews 6:19-20
[19]Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil;
[20]Whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec.

The Truth

Instructed we were, from childhood through youth,
Whatever the cost, we must speak the truth.
A lie is like ice, it makes the heart cold.
The truth is like fire, which makes it like gold.

But what is this thing that we call the truth?
Is it a construct to judge the uncouth?
The truth is alive, the essence of God,
His pure character by which we are awed.

Truth was present in eternity past,
And will remain as long as time lasts.
Truth is enduring not subject to whim,
God has ordained it to be just like Him.

There’s no such thing as alternative truth.
That’s a false notion of whimsical youth.
A facade for those who truthful appear,
But deep in their soul, they at the truth sneer. 

To sacrifice truth is to sell one’s soul,
To that which corrodes and creates a hole.
Like canker, lies make the man a mere shell.
A crude, corrupt creature worthy of hell.

Liars despise those who stand for truth,
Acting in ways that are truly uncouth.
Live out the truth no matter what the cost
For if you don’t, your own soul will be lost.

This Moment Alone Matters

"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
                                                   Quote_ Mother Teresa

Cry not on flowers wilted,
Count not on buds that canker might blight,
But marvel over beauty blossomed!

Extinct are our Yesterdays,
Illusory are our Tomorrows,
Today is all that exists,
This moment alone matters.
It is what there is and all there is.

Today is our way up hill.
The arena for action decreed.
The stage set for the show.
The tool and trade for life.

Today well lived leaves – 
Every Yesterday
A reminiscence sweet to relish!
Every Tomorrow 
A vision glorious to chase!

Drool not, hence over yester years
Rant not on chances missed.
Greet Today right in front!
Enjoy the moment at hand.
Each moment is all we need.

Render it your respiration and perspiration
Turning Yesterday - a commemoration,
Today- an actualization, 
Tomorrow –a stimulation,
And life – a celebration!


May.23.2023

~ Placed Second~

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Against Hegemony

Steps on mud, a stalking thread,
Red strings wind through dying groves
Where life needs time, to find footing,
Red strings halt hands in greed which hold
The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleeds
A people in flight from homes bulldozed
For one brute mine more, to feed empire
Which jangles keys, which confines in loaned
Dependence made, our trough withheld
By bloated old speculators whose cold
Lies obscure serfdom; worded as freedom,
And the east wind is chided,
For fetishism, advert slogans uphold
Impotence among them who create,
They are given consumerist mirrors,
As leeches of mankind are weighed in gold;
And as burns away our way of life,
All bonds formed in toil shared,
The market-canker births hedonism
The imperial axe bloodies us, brothers of old
But hold tight onto the strong strands
Of crimson in the heartlands,
Seize imagination, seize thought
Beyond nettle laden garlands
And thorn crown of parlay,
Rip with the iron of hardship
All parasites, them whose is the whip,
Can’t be pleaded with, can’t be controlled.

Nuts To Me

Once upon a time walnuts were my fave
So tasty and terrific
But canker sores galore

Hey hazelnuts might taste lovely I thought
So I put them in coffee
And promptly stopped breathing

Thank God peanut butter does not hurt me
If I had to give it up
I would jump off a bridge

Idleness

He slept under the moon
He basked under the sun
He lived a life of going to-do
And died with nothing done

The spring well and root of all vice
The canker of the mind
An appendix to nobility
The only refuge of weak minds

Discontinued labour is dangerous
They labour to kill time
And labour dire it is, and weary wore
The worst of all unrealities, an idle man

Man, the only being that can properly be called idle
But woe to the shepherd that left the flock
Go to the ant, thou sluggard
Consider her way and be wise

To do nothing makes one nothing
For an idle brain is the devil’s workshop
Life is full of care
We have no time to stand and stare

To do something- man’s inherit power
Absence of occupation is not rest
A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed
Why is man idle who can do something better

I am happiest when I am idle though
For it is well to lie fallow for a while
The lazy man gets round the sun
As quickly as the busy one

Eschew the idle life
Flee, flee from doing nought
For never was there idle brain
But breeds an idle thought

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