Long Allergies Poems
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Honey's nose is twitching
as the breeze blows over her
coming through the open door,
ruffling her fur.
The sun is brightly shining
on this glorious day in May.
The breeze is still a tad too cold
but tolerated anyway.
The scents of springtime blossoms
permeate the air.
I'll leave it open in spite of the chill
and a sweater I will wear.
The breeze comes off the ocean
making the leaves dance on the trees.
I'll enjoy it despite my allergies
that usually make me sneeze.
Winter was long and frigid,
now gladly left in the past.
Honey and I are enjoying the day,
Spring is here at last !
I knew I loved you when your colour lived behind your eyes, soft blue like morning skies,
not just a shade but where you hid on quiet nights and muffled cries,
I knew the way your fingers curled when shadows touched the edge of light,
how silence made you smaller, how you held me just a little tight.
I knew the reason for your smile that never quite reached where it should,
a careful mask you painted on so others thought you understood,
I knew the words you swallowed down, the truths you chose to leave unsaid,
how you would nod and let them win just to escape inside your head.
I knew your allergies before you named them, skin that told the tale,
the way you’d flinch at certain things, the subtle breath, the quiet pale,
I knew the reasons you would sleep, not rest but somewhere safe to go,
a place where nothing asked of you, where no one needed you to show.
You never had to speak a thing, I read you like a sacred text,
each pause, each glance, each hidden fear, each thought that lingered next,
I knew you deeper than the lines you ever dared to let me see,
like every answer lived inside and only ever spoke to me.
I knew your favourite shows by heart, the scenes that made your laughter stay,
the ones you’d watch when days were long and light had slowly slipped away,
I held each secret like a flame you placed within my open hands,
and listened close to every word, the ones no one else understands.
I knew you like the final test I studied for with quiet breath,
as if the cost of failing you would echo louder still than death,
I knew you always, every part, the present, past, the in between,
and loved you first, not last, because you were the truest thing I’ve seen.
A friend of mine just asked me
what inspires me to write
They’ve seen so many poems
every morning, noon and night
I answered with a chuckle
saying, “I don’t have a clue
In fact right at this moment
I’m not sure what I should do
I looked outside my window
it’s the same as yesterday
Traffic lights and restaurants
and people on their way
I listened to some music
but I’ve heard that song before
And I don’t really like it
it’s a tough one to endure
I took a walk through nature
past the flowers and the trees
But allergies are killing me
all I could do was sneeze
I typed some words in sequence
just to see if they would rhyme
And ended up deleting them
it seemed a waste of time”
I then saw my friend’s smile
and thought, now there’s a thing
I like when people smile
and the happiness they bring
There’s joy in that expression
like spring will soon arrive
It lifts another’s spirits
and makes them feel alive
Thoughts of sunny mornings
begin to float around
Daffodils and meadowlarks
and dew drops on the ground
That very special person
who lives inside your heart
And just how much you love them
even when you are apart
I started feeling better
as my face now wore a grin
And when I looked up at the screen
I saw one once again
For now I knew the answer
and I told my friend so true
“It seems today my inspiration
came from seeing you”
Just read two different articles
About a certain tick -
The lone star - which can make
A person very, very sick.
Of course, we’ve heard of Lyme disease
(Which deer ticks often spread),
But lone stars may cause allergies
Which make some people dead.
A syndrome, known as alpha-gal,
Passed on by this tick’s bite,
May trip a strange reaction
Which the body cannot fight.
So someone eating burgers
Or a lamb chop or a steak
Might go into shock if prior,
A tick’s bite his skin did break.
It seems ironic that in summer,
Life is lived outside,
The perfect place where all these
Little buggers like to hide.
If I only had magic the amazing things I'd do
I would make you love me and I would love you too
If only I had magic
I could stop the war
I would perhaps wish Putin to be resting in peace forevermore
Would it be wrong to say I'd wish him dead?
I suppose that's absolutely true
So mayhaps he could just stumble and just be very black n blue
If I could wish with all my power I'd wish for good to reign
and no matter what it took... I'd be glad to support the same
Perhaps it would not be evil if I just wish for a fiesta of flat tires
for radio signals to get mudded and all Russian planning to be mired
Would it be too much to ask
for indigestion for the entire Russian lot?
I don't want them to die just fight over the pot
Can I ask for giant potholes?
in direct conflict with their tires?
maybe a spark or two causing the occasional engine fires
I can ask for trees to suddenly and inexplicably fall
It wouldn't be too much to ask if those trees were really tall!
I cannot ask for injury but I can ask for internet snafus
and a sudden bout of allergies requiring great number of tissues
....that just by chance can not be delivered
quite tragically to their line
and so no one has anything to use to wipe their
delicate behinds
Oh no that makes people suffer!
so let's just break their engines instead
.... let there be no engines
and let there be no flights
and let there be no animosity between any of us
tonight
but I do wish for impediment in enormous creative breadth
by all means may they all suddenly
have halitosis breath
if you see me out late at night
looking like i'm about to cry
please believe it's allergies
and not the fact she's not with me
though i'll never really understand
the main reason that she left
so if my head is hanging low
it's not the fact i miss her so
if she's near me and my heart skips a beat
that's not to say she's my greatest need
or i miss her more than i let on
since the day that she's been gone
i'm doing fine, the time of my life
remember these aren't tears i cry
all a part of being a man
nothing to do with lost romance
as anyone can plainly see
all this doesn't mean a thing
When winter speaks to us speechlessly, The whole world is very beautiful,
Workers' work all day and night sleeplessly, And loves the long hours of night bountiful.
When the winter speaks to us soundlessly, The vast landscape can be stunning, It makes snow mountains and frosty forests endlessly, And offers a variety of activities like skyrunning.
When the winter speaks to us silently, It brings many holidays and festivals, Which is beautified by christmas and new year, , The new year invites new resolutions several.
When the winter speaks to us softly,
Its air is pleasant and less polluted, When temperature drops it decreases allergies mostly,
And offers a variety of ways to make cool wind.
When the winter speaks to us in silence,
It is the beginning of the marine season, I love the winter's deep fragrance, It changes the world around us for reason.
Fouey Fricklebundt fries formed generously under the daily duress of Voganistic scoundrel dogs and gloryfined frickleless masters showed up as Jayburgers seriously rounded up in a distressed way by interplanetarium worm hog feedsayergoers. Muddling in madness, the querulous queen of the planetarian everylords slapped an intergalactic space voyager cat into Fricklebundt’s space pod, knowing his allergies would do him in. Swarmpopped at last, we quickly showed the curious mongovvers that the welcome mat was closed to the queen after this meanness. Sixty-four species of humanoids dunderslapped their pawburgers upon the paperwork that caused her demise in record ways. It was a glorbobbering way to get our own candidate to the top of the Vogan council, so in a dubbbliciously deploriattting crazzllating way, it was what we wanted in the end.
We sing your praises long before you’re due
and after you’ve departed—all year long!
You bring green grass and flowers into view—
plus bugs, torrential rains, and winds so strong.
You come with warmth to woo the Earth to life.
Sweet fragrances come wafting on the breeze.
With allergens, the springtime air is rife.
My faucet-nostrils drip; I wheeze and sneeze.
But allergies and rashes can’t negate
your glory. Nor can pollen steal the praise
you’ve earned. Now I’ll just take my meds and wait
till I can relish your more winning ways.
I’ve sneezed on this creation seven times.
My dripping nose baptized the latter rhymes.
February 11, 2023
written for the Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
February 11, 2023
O, if I were a younger man
why, I’d gallop with the breeze
plant acres of flowers and trees
I’d devote myself to curing medical disease
even ‘incurable’ allergies
I’d visit the sick, comfort the bereaved
support the orphan, the widow, the frozen I’d unfreeze
Every moment of life I’d seize
milk it for everything I could squeeze ~
And I’d campaign 24/7 against Zoran Mamdani
and every delusional western pol with the socialist disease