Leprosy Poems | Examples

The Monster Inside

the monster inside
wants me to hide
it wants to come out
that’s without a doubt

it rears its ugly head
filling me with dread
it tempts me to spiral
the monster’s gone viral

it’s going to get me in trouble 
I can no longer stay in my bubble 
I need to tame the beast
like an exorcism and a priest

it sees me when I’m mad
it likes it when I’m bad
it comes out when there’s jealousy
it hangs around like leprosy

I see it trying to get nearer
every time I look in the mirror
it tells me I’m not good enough
but I’m about to call its bluff 

I see its horns, I see its claws
it tries to point out all my flaws
I see it’s stupid toothy grin
and it’s scaly brick colored skin

i grab it by its feet and take it for a spin 
it says “I’m never gonna let you win”
I throw it across the room and say
‘time to go outside and play’

I kick its butt on out the door
“don’t worry I’ll be back for more”
I say “idc I’m not keeping score
you can’t control me anymore”

Virginia Woolf

Have you read the note?
It speaks of the doom of the liquid element.
An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning,
Besieges the tick of the clock.
Must have been a bland Sunday, which retreated
From the temerity of old wine,
Haunted by the lonesome refrains of exhausted hymns.
The belfry yawned loosely....
But quiet crept in like leprosy,
Hanging loops on loam-matted hair, black and fringy,
And nursing frets we held
When the wetted guitar strings would not strum....

Have you read her note?
Not the one of Mrs. Dalloway
Nor the one of Between the Acts,
But the one she cringed for —
That banal, invidious act, non-virginal,
Which haunts the church to this day.

Money

Money by Adejola Joseph
Money
Power
Laughter
Merriment
When money comes power comes
When money comes laughter comes
When money comes there is merriment
Money is everything
Money
When there is no money there is sorrow, sadness and tears
House of money house of merriment
When money comes friends come
When there is no money friends flee
When you have money you are the toast of the town
When there is no money you are a loner
Money comes with its splendour and regality
Poverty with its wretchedness and leprosy
Money is power
Poverty is failure
Money
Work hard to make money
Strive hard to be rich and wealthy
It is the rich and the wealthy that is honoured
There is no grace in poverty and wretchedness
Money.

He Wanted to Develop a Cure All for Cancer

A panacea for cancer is what I’m all about
What about Alzheimer’s, the jealous one asked in a shout
Let’s not forget chicken pox, heart attacks and leprosy
The scientist ran from his lab, to watch monotone TV

He wanted to eliminate all the diseases, of course
But opposition was as stubborn as Farmer Joe's plow horse
The naysayers were yelling suggestions into the outside air.
He knew they each had an agenda, and nothing would seem fair.

I feel I am Choosing Wisely

I have a little malady; it feels like leprosy or maybe it just looks like it
The recipient of chicken pox twice, slap cheek and now shingles,
I could spend my life being irritated, angry, lamenting my fate
They have not lasted five days, they have lasted five years

One day I said let’s ignore them, maybe they will go away
They do not go away, and I sit on them, on my left side
So, you can imagine this is truly comfortable.
Not!

We tried seven remedies; I cannot take a shingles shot until they go away.
My doctor said “they may never go away;
this was the worst-case I had ever seen.”
Okay, if we are going to live together shingles,
then I will to do a lot better job of ignoring you.
I can throw salve on you sometimes,
but other than that, you are not wasting my time.

I choose poetry, I choose art, I choose cartooning. I choose my dogs.
You take very little of my mind or my thoughts.
My choice, my outlook, my attitude.
I am choosing wisely.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CLEANSING AND HEALING US

October 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 8-10

Key Verse – Matthew 8:3 And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CLEANSING AND HEALING US

Praise be to God for cleansing and healing us from our:
Frustration-futility toward His forgiveness
Filthiness-fever toward His fellowship
Fret-faltering toward His faithfulness 
Foulness-flu toward His fruitfulness
Fear-flight toward His freedom

Matthew 9:22 Praise be to the Lord for comforting us:
Challenging us with His call of courage
Caring for us by His compassion-calmness
Correcting and chastising us by His counsel
Converting us along His command for change
Cheering us amidst our consecration-cleansing
 
Matthew 10:37 Praise be to the Saviour 
for enabling us to love Him more than:
Position, propped by provisions
Possessions, propelling prosperity
Preferences pretending to be precious
Priorities against His precepts and principles   
Progress in our passionate prized performances. Amen!

October 4, 2024

Infinity Daydreams

   Infinity Daydreams towards Affinity
In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace,
a soft sigh escapes the mitred lips of mourn.
As delicate flower crumbles to my hand 
like a sand of time, returns to it's Mother borne.

Each fabricate petal a grave-layer, a memory shed 
like a piece of me,
bleeds from every stem, cell of a lost hour, 
a reminisce to devour, 
as the viper enters the Garden as if it were a lair,
a den of thieves that weevles a harvest 
or weasels the seed. in an outbreak of Spiritual
Leprosy from the World of media zombies 
of sorceries median mean,
in the perversity of being taken and letting go, 
of what used to be, what if's- Garden of Gethsemane.
What if 
Nature aided me and a quest begins this very Eve?

O Sole mio

O sole Mio

breaking darkness like glass
a splintered past like bottle shards in shore sands 
you collage art
deep stiched pain you've woven 
to technicolor cloaks

When im outcast you reel me in
now the world on my shoulder feels like seraphim wings 
now the tormenting torrents a sigh of relief

My sunshine

You've untangled.
my loops of distress into straight lines
I was bent crooked in shame.
now I look up and laugh at a blue sky.

My sunshine

My breath of fresh air
when I felt like leprosy you held me without a care

Revenge will be sweet

Her cousin Leprosy is a mean old toad
He waved his wand and he made her old
He gave her spots, and he made her croak.
She sits on a pumpkin today, and it is no joke.

I will get him back the frog witch vowed.
She told her cousins, neighbors and the crowd.
They waited day and night to see the show
But Leprosy never came back, not to or fro.

Always Home

 Across the tossing tumult of reality
my brain gasps for truth, for freedom.
This inconvenient leprosy of mind,
whose scarred visage must be quelled.

My own reflection has no scars,
yet, all about are those that insist that ...

AH! What a perfect sunrise!

no secret concoction, no peering prying eyes
-hidden yawns or dulcet tones or pseudo smiles,
suggesting - DEMANDING I ...no, this day
I will go to where only God knows where I am.

I will dance with the forgotten frantic weeds
- spayed and sprayed, dandelions of disdain
             live here unfettered

This house, neglected, forgotten in
a field of imperfection to those
who can not see what is perfect, is Heaven to me!

Apples with scarred blemished skins
beg to be loved - excused for
their imperfections shall
be my nourishment.

The passing of each day - 
my romantic vision transformed,
my own pace, my own space, where
freedom hugs me, warms me, feeds me
and loves me
-sleep dear child, you are free. 

I am found, but then, God always knew
...where I was.

Five Great Chemists

Robert Boyle 
First latter-day chemist Robert Boyle,
never immune to laboratory toil,
practical laws on volume and pressure,
inherited as a science world treasure

Svante Arrhenius 
The bright Swedish type named Arrhenius,
was renowned for his passionate genius,
in the physics and chemistry realm,
do his practical concepts still overwhelm 

Dorothy Hodgkin
Nobel prize winner Dorothy Hodgkin,
her superior mind stoked invention,
advancing technique of x-rays,
biology structures forever amaze 

Irene Joliot-Curie
Elder offspring of Marie-Curie,
whose breakthrough would stun a grand jury,
induced radiation, her husband and she,
bombarded a nucleus, grateful are we

Alice Ball
Proud nerve ailments sage  Alice Ball,
whose leprosy tract I duly recall,
first African US Hawain school  graduate,
awarded a master’s for “Method” immaculate

Before I Call On Him He Heals Me-

Over leprosy was I but I cried out to you Lord God
High blood pressure have a but I cried out to you
Diabetic was I but I rebuke the ills
Oh Lord my God I cried to you for help and you healed me

Before I call on HIM He heals me

Caresses with sin dissension
So did I formation mention

My Lord, my God heals me when I call on Him

Caresses with sin dissension
So did I formation mention
Oh Lord my God I cried out to you for help and you healed me
Before I call on HIM He heals me

6/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Psalm 30:2

What the Ghost Was Thinking

It wasn't like a dream
It was rather a scream
There wasn't any peaceful floating
Or victorious taunt and gloating
It was frightening and scary and red all over
Damocles dangling as the scythes hover
Everyone bawling their eyes out and
Watching me splattering on the sand
It was all gore and fury and blood and puke
It was crucifixion it was poor Luke
It was the ER with it's mangled victims
Of crashes and accidents and machine rhythms
IT WAS DEATH but it wasn't to me
As i cast aside my broken body
The only thing that wafted through me
Was the crazy fact that I was free
To watch them suffer for all eternity
Weeping when they knew I had leprosy
And would have died in coma and morose
Without hands, fingers or toes

Nothing Will Be More Beautiful Than the Sea

Nothing will be more beautiful than the sea,
To forget the misery of our little souls,
To forget the pride of idiots,
To love the woman waiting for you in California,
Nothing is more beautiful than the sea, 
To finally get to know each other,
O servitudes, you imprison us in our walls,
In our nights without poetry,
Nothing will be more beautiful than the sea,
To hope for a bright future,
To see New York, or the temptations of Bahia
In a white shell on the sand,
Without asking any unnecessary questions,
Nothing will ever be more beautiful than the sea
To taste Couperin’s silences,
To keep the torments of the sprawling city,
Heavy looks from luxury cars,
To forget the war over everything, like leprosy
Spread On the sky.
Nothing is more beautiful than the sea, calm spreading, exposed and free,
To see the sun glistening on the oily waves,
To take an interest in the great journeys to the Pacific,
To escape the mediocrity of lucky souls,
To let his gaze be immersed in the great goodness 
Of the world,
Forget; forget that you are watched from high ramparts,
Escape, escape, dive into the deep water,
Write down your destiny.

Good Grief

Our desert rose is dead,
Left in the mere mercy of the sun.
His scorching hands has suck her soul out,
Housing ourselves in our sin.
Chained to the ground,
Like villain we look at each other in anger. 

We slipped and we fell,
Not once or twice nor thrice,
But more.
More we craved for sin,
Our skin became pale unnoticed.
Numbness spread like leprosy to our conscience,
We are doomed to stand before men. 

Our rose is left alone in the desert,
Lying dead.
Forgotten,her carcass half buried in the sand.
Her beautiful face is gone,
The sand storm is coming to take her away,
To the abyss of nevermore.
Our once desert rose will be gone sooner.
Our memories will fade away,
Our lips will mumble her name,
Our desert rose is dead.
All is left is grief of her death. 

Still there is one who shades His grace,
Though not much water but little rain
Always with her shall remain.
And she will be revived again.

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