regiment
Thoroughly I pain
Majestically my heartbeats
in my mind it rains
Each step I make ground squeaks
Outlet prostate atop silk sheets
The water in my eye tears I shed
My mouth taste lavender sweets
Inoculated $5 needles I bleed bled
Noah's Ark couples animals flood
I share what I eat
My life bitter sweet
Nero revelation
Ubundant conversation
Decisive Humanity
Stuck on idiosyncrasies
Brazen complexity
Question revelant... regiment
12/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Sitting in a void
Staring at vacant walls,
Imagining its myriad colors,
Reminiscing about the binding brilliance in life
Ah, the heart!
Such a terrible foe.
Futile perceptions of the past...
Mercilessly, all the vociferates are ignored.
The venom inoculated with such lethal fangs
I will have to bleed a river for it to find my existentialism.
We have taken up arms
Against what has been rejected
Inoculated ideology
To prevent perfection from being infected
All energies focused on creating
A world promised, yet not attained
Hiding sins and transgressions
By jailing the saints
Cycle after cycle set to repeat
Medal adhered, firmly, to the feet
Ride on, brother and sister
....ride on
But try to make it count
Reason every season
Walk the talk
To reveal what LIFE is all about
Outside, in depth
Everywhere you go
Exposing or hiding
Someone will always know
....secrets
It is the fear of what will be
That holds the power of what we see
...as true
Perception of self, destroyed
Identity, armed and deployed
...as worthless
So tired of the fight
Just wanting to be known, in life
Fully embraced and accepted
Judgment pulls the lure
Invites and adjures
To idealize the perfected
....idol
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-04-2023
There was, among the very distant few,
A rose-hip that was hid in desert place.
The few I mean, the greatest lights, and you,
You shone more bright than them, by some strange grace.
You were the rose-hip that inoculated
The spirits and the bodies of the lambs,
That cured and spared and healed, emancipated
The innocents. O, how hard are the jams
We put ourselves into by errant thoughts...
My thoughts, you cannot cure, but sure, I can!
I’ve mastered mine. BAH! You have trials enough.
You’ll find, these troubles, you are greater than.
You will survive it all, have tales to tell.
And sure, lady, I know you’ll do it well!
To take the vaccine
That is the decision
People must make
On Covid nineteen
A choice to decide
by the close of day
I have just reached that crossroads
knowing that the conspiracy theorists
warn people not to have it. Some deny
the existence of Covid, and claim it is no
worse than just a common cold, but I have
decided I'll receive
the first inoculation
It's an easy decision
A no-brainer for me
Although inoculated
sadly my poor Mum
has caught the virus
I can't visit with her
It's so heartbreaking
because she lives in
a facility that I can't
visit as long as there
is a quarantine edict
CROSSROADS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/26/21
This "plague" isn't going away anytime soon.
We're openly told this is our new normal.
To bend over and over without any lube.
There's much to be gained by prolonging the pain.
From the made-in-China masks you're wearing.
From the made-in-China parts that go into COVID test kits.
The reds dream of pulling hearts from freedom's chest.
Barbed things are being thrust into our bloodstreams.
One vaccine, concocted from cells of two aborted babies from the seventies...
A boy and a girl, given letters and numbers instead of names.
Just like Jews that were stuffed into Auschwitz cattle trains.
This plague isn't going away anytime soon.
For it's a bonanza for big pharma and conglomerates.
At the deadly expense of the working-class stiff.
While they tell us not to gather in numbers.
The privileged party in Martha's Vineyard.
They released hordes of convicts onto the streets.
To protect THEM from a bug and not us.
They inoculated nursing homes with covid patience
While a mercy ship sat empty in Big Apple Harbor.
Fully equipped with a thousand empty beds...
This Plague isn't going away anytime soon.
Vaccination
I have had my second shot of the vaccine
but with some trepidation, it appears many professional people
refuse to be vaccinated.
Many say it is out of principle or a religious reason
our cleaner, who is in the Jehovah witness, refuses out of religious grounds.
I bet the cleric in the protestant church where the first
to be inoculated, because they do not believe in anything
and lives in perpetual dread of death.
Like some doctors who see their patient die, but not them,
So, they fly in small planes they are not trained for.
When the plane falls from the sky
They say “why me I´m a doctor?”
We have a cure! The youngest, cutest, most female of female scientists yelled.
The other ones rolled their eyes and made fun of her.
She was a woman after all and short.
Short people cannot be taken seriously.
I do! I do! She screamed and yelled. Step up! Let me inoculate you!
Get the rats! An old one screamed. Inject them. They are going to die anyway.
Loud snickering. Everyone else. They hated their token woman.
The boss told her to pipe down and act more lady-like.
At the end of the day she had inoculated herself
And the rats and the goldfish.
They were the only ones in the lab
Who survived the CV19 that day.
Those nights be crazy but livid while my imagination runs wilder than poison ivy which could be deadly
but with the right antidote could be inoculated in a way by means of inoculation metaphorically yet I like the deadly part more so cause I'm falling in love with poison ivy that has deadly force which makes me crave for more ivy yet I'm well aware but it don't seem to stop me from this poison ivy, I yearn it more and more and more to see if I could tame this poison ivy. This Ivy is so evil and deadly I yearn more yet it has never made contact with a woman of my stature, could I be the one to tame this bad, evil, poisonous Ivy to a good, liveable, great Ivy. I believe so. I crave and yearn for more from evil to good is my cause in Iife I crave, only me... I crave more turning evil to good. I am one of a kind told I go whr some Angels wont even go to make a difference for a greater cause of GOOD.
THIS IVY IS ALMOST TURNING BROWN AND BROWN DAILY
FOR EACH DAY I GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH MORE FOLLOWERS. Creator IS GOOD
They burned the green of the woods
they created concrete skeletons
expelled in destruction the nature
banned the past and its culture ..
They put us in sordid somber prisons
in mazes they trapped our acts
exposed us as we were mice to tests
destroyed what we ha of delusion ...
the rivers and seas they poisoned
inoculated our minds with evil
the right, the wrong, established
the horizons were erased
they left no grains or seeds
by chance we were abandoned ...!
To build a better human use a robot
Genetics are overrated and outdated
Androids make the perfect man
With nuts and bolts who needs a soul
Love your machines
They come with metallic hands
With instructions to construct
Transgender bathrooms built to last
Humans make great pets
When inoculated they are the best
Venereal diseases are a breeze
Hmm.... Are they really needed?
Bots speak bot languages
Abstract thoughts are optional
Don't need visas to get about
Robots work non stop for free
No clocks to punch or dirty thoughts
Void of affection and infections
They follow the instructions of God's plan
To build a better man
Fake is a disease that has yet to be cured
Close your nose and beware of its fumes
Toxic, deadly in its brisk appeal
Outrageous reactions of panic
Those who have caught the illness,
Are hell bent on getting inoculated
Airborne fraudulent, bloodstream deadly
Things will never be the same
Absolute Power
Absolute power is an enigma
He has no known friend here
But deadly dictators try to befriend him
He is a blind cannibal
He consumes parent, friend and foe
But deadly dictators praise him wildly
Like water, he has no shape
He can fit in any known vessel
But deadly dictators try to shape him
Like HIV/AIDS virus, there is no cure
He dictates over life and death
But deadly dictators try to get inoculated
Absolute power is more powerful
Than the powerful of this world
Who can tame him, but a joker!
Has the convenience of technology
inoculated us from reality?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
I pray the code my soul to keep?
Does your universe live within 4G
Or megapixel infinity?
Which memory lies within
The one that was
Or the one that's been
Or how much gig how much ram?
Which reality is true?
Cyber me
Or cyber you?
Cyber bully
Cyber crime
Cyber hate
Cyber time?
Cyber boxer
Or cyber brief?
Who is the real identity thief?
Cyber pleasure
Cyber pain
Hours spent glaring into the screen
Choosing an alternate username.
Status updates and trending tweets
Fill your mind and rob your sleep.
Clever hashtags and Instagram
Will shape your image and gain more friends.
Is the you you've shaped in cyberspace
The same you I'd see face to face?
We hide behind our computer screens
And criticize with brutal ease.
Virtual reality
Is buying souls of men you see
And robbing the ability to dream real dreams.
I want to conquer something real
That I can grab that I can feel.
I want to touch life and hold on tight
I want to unblock true friends
And "like" real sights.
I want conversation face to face
In real world time
In a real world place.
Into the dark, twisting and turning, burning blood a plague's wording
words
mean
nothing
Protection against disease and yearning, a mystery in the mourning
She saw it so much
it
means
nothing
Down the rabbit hole, six feet under a learning, their history in the morning
So waken the dead
it
means
everything
Everything full circle, never been so boring, a realization so flooring
You
are
inoculated
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.