Ills Poems

ADVANCEMENT?

Our faces glow
not with wisdom but with empty pride
when our phones perform a trick
a poem weaved in seconds
devoid of a human touch yet praised as art.

We leave the farm & our trade
To watch a match a thousand miles played.
We cheer & we bet & we shout and clap
And lose our roots within the trap.

But do

Dr Ph-Ills Socks

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

Inquisition Ills

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

The Ills of Us Humans

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

These Ills

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.

Pills and Ills

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.

Parental Ills

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

Is Ma Il Ease My Ills

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

Talk Therapy As Fulcrum To Leverage Psychological Ills

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)

My Nature Is To Cure All Ills

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

Men On Black

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

Crase Men

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

Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills

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

Pills For All Ills

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

Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills

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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