here you go.
Have a sedative.
No wait! That’s mine!
It was given to me by a doctor fine.
Here’s a lithium.
That might calm you down a bit.
No wait. It has to be given to Uncle Chit.
Here’s a cough drop.
But hurry and be quick.
My dog loves to devour these.
His name is Slick.
I am not a pill pusher.
I just like to share.
Getting you hooked too feels kind of fair.
When you have to have other drugs look me up.
I have greens, blues and reds, look there in the cup.
But bring your money cause although these were free
The next five or six transactions have to be lucrative for me.
Categories:
cough drop, drug,
Form: Prose Poetry
every tap and scratch of chalk upon the blackboard
every tick tock tick tock of the classroom clock
every bored yawn, restless fidget, impatient sigh
these were...
every reprimand for running, telling off for not
every hymn sung, register taken, detention served
every hundred lines, six of the best, clipped ear
the best...
every white tache and bubble in our cartons of milk
every sly drag of make you feel older playground ***
every conker conquered, knee graze, girl kiss-chased
days of...
every seven times table, count to fifty, crossed fingers
every love letter, Valentines card, flash of knickers
every muddy shoe, inky shirt, nasty rumour
your life...
every period of logarithms, Shakespeare, cookery
every rustle of sweet wrapper, cough, drop of pencil
every excruciating scrape of chair at lesson’s end
these were, these were, these were...
23.5.2011
Categories:
cough drop, memory,
Form: Free verse
Twas the night before Christmas;
As Mrs. Klaus was washing dinner dishes;
Santa is at the workshop;
He’s got a cold, sucking on cough-drop;
While walking through the snow;
Frozen his left foot pinky-toe;
Had too much cough syrup;
Was so dizzy leaving fell on reindeer stirrups?
Up see, daisy Santa what process ya…
To be stumble fall Newton’s second law (ha ha);
Swollen, fatten solid mass net force fallen;
Proportional to a Mack-truck oops Reindeer runnin;
Twas the night before Christmas;
The phone rings an Elf has called her;
As Mrs. Klaus was drying those dishes;
Toymaker say’s Santa’s out he’s trip and fallen;
Like a drunken man who’s no longer standing?
Broken hand, bruised leg blacken eye ,
--oops! guess wasn’t a happy landing;
12/7/19
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Rhyme poetry form only.
Categories:
cough drop, analogy, christmas, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
If you don’t speak pig Latin,
that’s all muddy okay
Ignorant bliss slop chatting,
this be the swine way
Quid pro quo
is a pig tell only
when you Latin show
need to know know
This Seller conversation bee busy e-Bay
That Buyer rhetoric reply is a sting yea
Quid pro quo,
it’s the dirty methane manure vow burn
Do do one vig favor for me,
and I’ll do do one for you in sow return
Pig Latin patsy cough drop puffs,
this is nasty, mucky breath stuff
that be so stool pigeon hard to bellyache learn
Get me this,
and I’ll give you that —
Filthy lucre deals only be of wee buck concern
Quid pro quo
is an udder miry, scandal blow-buy oppo info-blow
There’s no no need for anyone to poppy milk know
But[t] smart-alecky Snoop Dogg snouts
have got their pig Latin dictionaries out
This is an odious ixnay pigpen violation —
Secret piggy bank account rap is being legally recorded
That can’t abide any oink consideration,
‘cause squeal messages aren’t Joe B. Taxpayer afforded
Categories:
cough drop, fun, humorous, political, satire,
Form: Light Verse
Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch
When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.
When I held you in my arms, I did not feel
our lack of completeness,
knowing how easy it was
for us to cling to each other.
And there were nights when the clouds
sped across the moon’s face,
exposing such rarified brightness
we did not witness
so much as embrace
love’s human appearance.
Keywords/Tags: Love, sweet, sweetness, sweet love, kiss, sugar, melt, melting, dissolve, dissolving, candy, lozenge, confection, tablet, pill, cough drop, capsule, confit, bonbon, honey, sweetie, chocolate, symbolism, romantic
Categories:
cough drop, chocolate, kiss, love, romantic,
Form: Sonnet
Seeing it on the country store shelf
reminds me of Dad.
"Horehound Candy," a name snickered
at when I got older,
a flavor not really to my liking,
a root beer licorice cough drop taste,
but still, it was candy
and what kid would turn down candy.
Dad would always buy one stick,
snap it in two, hand me my half and
say, "too much sugar'll spoil supper,
plus a penny a piece is ridiculous."
I don't remember the first or last
time he bought me a stick,
I just remember he always did,
a sort of father-son rite of passage
when horehound was on the shelf.
So I ask for one of the candies,
pay the ridiculous price of a quarter
and put half the stick in my mouth.
It tastes just like it did back then,
but I don't remember it ever
causing a tear to fall from my eye.
Categories:
cough drop, america, analogy, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Free verse
so beautiful is she when she smiles
so lovely is she even when she frowns
so far away is she and i can still feel her touch
so wishing she felt for me in the same way i feel for her
reality is like a common cold seducing you to a particular excitement after three days
then you end up with the flu in a cold darkness while longing for a humidifier
after that your throat is sore and you so yearn some type of cough drop of lozenge
only you end up disappointed when day seven comes and you are still suffering so
Categories:
cough drop, imagination, longing,
Form: Free verse