Ills Poems - Poems about Ills

santa claws the 'good' from bad then... fills 'their' socks each with needs and... dr. phil portrays xmas every day gifting... new socks filled with elves gifts from... his doctor lawyer police and secret friends... gift you socks that hold you upright when ... hmmm....hello....to shorten this....dr. fills soap opera cleans the negative-at-tea of inter-personal reflections... stan sand...

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the remoteness of our lives leaves us vulnerable to beleaguered domestico-socio lies from out past. free spirit offspring suffer the outrageous slings and arrows of parental misfortunes. our love questioned existence rehearsed weighs them down from once of constant smiles, to frightened, forlorn, frivolous frowns. we bathe them in our born-again baggage, murdering their true inter-be spirit to frenzied, postmortem parental put downs. will we...

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The future will forever be unknown Predicting what lies just around the bend There are so many variables Can ever be a stretch of the imagination To be imagined or be foreseen It's just not part of the human condition Oh well some things in life Are just not meant to be The colour of grass the leaves on the trees Varying shades of...

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These pills I now take, in my advanced age. Are the Ills I've committed, when I laughed at the game. If I knew back then, what i know today. I would be a billionaire, But it doesn't work that way. H.Elless Total Rogue....

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I have prescriptions coming out of my ears, Do I take too many, Something I fear. I take so many pills and potions, Ointments and such, I now use a walker Why do I need this crutch? Age has caught up with me, I have to say. Writing this has tired me. I bid you all G'day....

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PARENTAL ILLS Fresh fallacy fall flat Betwixt blenched beaux Oldies goldies, modern crime Lacerated denims, newish culture Conventional crews, forgotten taws Dearie draws near, dressed chamber Old tent, increasing wails Baggy laps, incessant sounds Daunted, flabbergasted grips Pleasurable, gratifying tips Floppy fathers left in tears Flooey spinsters drown in cheers Riotous gays, the curse of the pap Garbled kins seek for help The volcanic melt Of the ancestor’s heart The rhythmic...

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The world has lots of misfortunes Considering it harms being steadfast Painful times passes - & again comes From the remnants of yesterday's crime My ribs are crooked My shirt is tightened to my throat Chocking me to death I fear not death - but dying of a crime committed in my dream "Ease my ills" Passing seconds - pass me by I lose more...

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Oh...and hello to you, some hours past, I returned from counseling, (hence this boy yent - albeit beastie boy figuratively basking in fading afterglow) great kickstarter session, countless moments ago, sans treatment plan, she facilitated emotional airflow i.e. Stephanie Dodds, (sat straight as an arrow) whereat this client purged, avow hid lee, his psycho logical reflux backflow (Matthew Scott Harris)...

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where is the pill dear It's in our heart, us to know follow word wise to make...

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MEN ON BLACK Knight of the printed or paper sky You pay and sly They flee when strange bullets fly You pay or you park Then credentials be provided in packs While you delay your dance, Knights release their fans They enjoy the song Required sounds don't play along Be patriotic, and your journey prolong Then eventually you belong No one is wrong In the innocents...

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CRASE MEN They are hiding their crase Democracy it is But it's not demonstrated Their crase in obscurity Pretentious crase men Dwelling in gigantic villa Their violent color Agbada Picking money from the flaws The masses they prey on Our needs they scatter for The people they stranded for Their hobby is to lobby They buy us electional movies They are unpredictable Make us watch vulnerable movies by...

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Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills She graced his life and gave her very best Erasing strife, passing every hard test Now with his eight flying decades flown by Death came not and he sat there asking why! How could he live without her soft touch He had felt great pain, but never this much Her death had destroyed his...

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Pills for all ills Here are my bottles filled with pills Which doctors claim can cure all ills Amoxicillin for ear, nose and throat They've never worked for me So they don't get my vote Mirtazapine to keep me calm Works better than a herbal balm Ramipril for high blood pressure Taken each morning in five milligram measure Cod Liver Oil capsules to...

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Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills Like a tight jar your fate rests sealed Life strains under its heavy goals. After death, truth's light is revealed Lying lips are kissed by burning coals. Loud roars cry out life is so unfair Beg pay for merely knowing your name. You play, wandering around with no care Ignoring follies and your great shame. You walk...

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The companionable ills, short heavy breaths with which I force the wind into my blood, chill and whisper- that I am not 'complete', that my youth has 'run dry', and yet this poison lets me the world unfolding with unforeseeable possibilities: the jut skulls of mountains, fields of ripening wheat, ubiquity rising like a dove...

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