Gold on ancient atoll?
Gone be prospector's hope!
Gore, doth coat the brazen bull?
Golem, get the rope?
Best for those politest men?
Better think again.
Bone a-broken, dive in den?
Flicker on the fen...
Torn like life tormented?
Break upon, O wave.
How the gods lamented!
O shroud hung on the grave!
Yellow as a predator's eye?
Dun the desert doubt.
Riddles, rivers, thy reply?
Time will sort it out.
Plight of all the human race?
Leaving like a trace.
O defeated, thy disgrace!
Cholera, catch case!
Syllable, O sylvan!
Each to preserve a life!
Dreams once started, thus began!
Razor's edge or knife!
Wail, O watching widows?
We'd really rather not.
Soul a-sold, what doth ye owes?
Death, be but a thought!
The basic characteristic of hate
It's the power of corrosion.
Inside us,
Cups and more cups contain it:
Poisonous liquid flows through a pipe
No special storage conditions.
The inner manipulation of fury
It helps us to promote the harmony of cholera in our organism.
It is a weapon that requires instructions.
But we don't need a manual that teaches us to hate,
usually our victims walk away scared,
for we give warnings with our own eyes.
The best waakye in the community is sold by the gutter,
Gutter choked with rubbish and litter,
Litter that stops the flow of water,
Water, contaminated as it is, the breeding grounds for mosquitoes,
Mosquitoes that cause malaria,
They hover around the food that we love,
And so we eat,
Eat to our hearts’ content,
And we enjoy every single bit of it,
And we fall sick; we get treated for cholera or diarrhoea,
And we still run back to the gutter-side,
We run back for more, more of our destruction,
Because that is the home of our favorite food, the gutter-side.
hehehe
hehehe
hehehe
you forget us
we never forget you
u neglected your health
never clean after being dirty
it will be fine you thought
will you be fine?
you followed your gluttony
eating atrociously
Unknown kinds of animals, you ate
it will be fine, you thought
yes you did
here we are
Years after years
we claimed thousands of you
with different names
death plague, Ebola, Spanish flu and cholera
are just some of our names
we might be different
yet we will always
be there for you
when you least expected
Such death tolls
from epidemics to pandemics
caused by such
teensy weensy microbes
no, nano microbes
you cannot see us,
does not mean we are not there
Hehehe
be wary, be wary
we are watching you always
hehehe
hehehe
Reasons to be happy
Why should I be happy sir?
I have a job and a secure marriage,
I can walk,
Talk,
And use my hands freely,
I don’t have cancer or cholera or glaucoma.
I don’t have to run away from a war,
Across deserts, over walls or seas to abroad.
I can speak freely and say what’s on my mind,
Unlike in China, Zimbabwe or Venezuela.
I don’t have to queue to get food parcels and clothes,
Or sleep on the streets holding signs for loose change.
I wake up,
Use hot clean water to wash,
Dress in a suit.
I’m not persecuted for colour,
Race or religion,
I can listen to music of choice, people of choice
Get up in the morning, sleep in a bed at night.
Happy future
Tidy earth
Humanity around the world
Upcoming child is there
The eyes of our delusion
Hopeless frail
But Anu;
On the skeletal idol of cholera
A constant stream of thoughts
How to connect the religion
How to stop the baby in future
The whole empire is in capitalism
Committed to various associations
Fear of that naked newborn
Chase after
This is the edge and edge of the earth
Meeting procession UN
Walk in their way
Born with an irresistible heart
The next nude infant
I am one in the world court
Poor unbearable poet
I want to be independent in the future
And naked neonate.
The Lord Of Antibiotics
Gentamicin Sulfate B.P
I bow before you O Lord Of Antibiotics
Your efficacy is proven against wide range of pathogens
Your marks out of hundred are one hundred tons
You come in different variety as colored lens
Your faith is firm and you are the best fighter
During Infectious Nights you are a lighter
Pneumonia fears you and Typhoid runs away
You are The Last Man standing on Hawke's Bay
You bashed cholera and kicked food poisoning
You are a prominent player who made record Inning
Best Of Luck and keep winning.
Note.Word bow is used literary.
Covered in mud, blood, sweat and tears.
Lads so very young in years.
Some so young they shouldn’t have been.
Even witnessing those terrible scenes.
Let alone fighting in the trenches surrounded by death.
Watching comrades draw their last breath.
Giving everything they had to give.
Wondering if they are going to Live.
Scared to death they fought the fight.
Death was within their sight.
Cholera, Trench foot, a bullet which was going to get them first ?
Which could actually be the worst ?
They gave their lives so that we may be free.
It is not just the injuries that we can see.
The missing limbs,the arms the legs.
It is the trauma going on inside their heads.
With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, flashbacks, Night terrors to name but a few.
How are they ever going to forget what they went through ?
Of all the things they had to do.
They won’t,It will be with them until the end of their days.
They will then take it with them to their graves.
Didn’t digest my all-dressed pizza
Suffering now from insomnia
A touch of every possible phobia
Mostly of ravenous bacteria
And humongous tarantula
O yes, and the sordid mafia
Did I call my Grandmamma
Did I put away the spatula
Did I book girls’ day at the spa
Did all the bourgeois really die of cholera
I’m drowning under this plethora
Remind me What’s that formula
O yes, Abracadabra
Tra-la-la and La-di-da
And poof now I’m in a gondola
On the way to utopia
Dressed in graceful taffeta
Eating baklava in the basilica
Hanging from the candelabra
Swinging to the tunes of Lady Gaga
Supported by the silliest orchestra
Hey you Pass me the foie gras
I have a cockeyed camera
You’ll see me at the cinema
I love you Etcetera Etcetera
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2025
His head is a pond
filled with dirty water
every year in dry season
when clean water is scarce
and his is the only source
those thirsty drink it
causing cholera outbreak
Let the dying be coal for fuel. Soil, be factory.
Earthquake, when it yawns, is good burial master.
Trees, animals, humans and insects- happily go.
Time and again humans wear ugly faces
Hired mourners dance funeral dirges for cash
Ears and mouths suffer traffic- jams of rumors
Mind no business; celebrate death of the dying
Boast and sing Hosanna. Give morale to them.
Evermore there shall be fuel for warmth, cooking
Cholera, wars, floods when they come, be happy
On earth we‘re too many alive; Mother earth’s crying
Accept the yawning nature as sweet gift to the world
Lots of population is lots of trouble. Let others go.
The sun never sets
Over the cholera hit areas
Jilted by the light
The moon agrees to serve
Near extinct mankind
exploding in the dark
flames in the peaceful
souls.. terror
spreads like cholera
war is crime
no justifications
we are brain washed
methodically
wailing lady fleeing
aborted foetus of peace
solitary child flaccid neck
contorted body dead or alive
we dont know anything
we just pretend
cubistic head of a peaceful
bull calm and contrasting
killed matador out stretched
maybe a soldier for peace
hand broken sword clutched
rigor mortis
fingers in deathly grip
bulls walk past
ferocious horses writhing
in the agony of death
half eaten sun merging into
power of the cruel men
lamp of past lighting
the legs claws and limbs
we are weeping howling
screaming at the growing teeth
of the disastrous war
war is a crime
we dont need stupid wars
let us join together
now here
people go to war to experience peace
pretty simple and straight to
defend themselves
prepare for it, why do they worry, it beats
me then ,without war there is no peace
some gets killed true but it is
for your land
they say you are a patriotic hero mind
you we die even other wise end
in a crash with cholera
cholesterol bind
our arteries make them sick bound
confined to bed in a home
paralysed
correct me whats the big deal
war is on they are
crying
Two things you don't want 9.1.15
If I appeared slightly under the weather
or if he just wanted a little fun,
my dad would ask if I had
the cholerie morbus*.
If not that
maybe the heebie jeebies.
Neither sounded like
a real ailment.
I thought he'd conjured up
the maladies – "Oh, Daddy."
Do you suppose he knew?
Had he read that President Zachary Taylor
died suddenly of cholera morbus in 1850.
Maybe he picked the term 'heebie jeebies'
from the 1926 Louis Armstrong song of the same title.
We'll never know.
After he asked I felt better
He made my little bouts brief.
I think my dad, the finest of men,
simply enjoyed the sound of 'cholerie morbus'
and 'heebie jeebies'.
He loved to gently tease and was full of good humor.
*My dad always said "cholerie morbus", not "cholera morbus", which is "acute gastroenteritis occurring in summer and autumn and marked by severe cramps, diarrhea, and vomiting. No longer in scientific use." Sounds too awful for him to have known what it was.
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