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My right foot was swollen along with my middle toe
the doctor gave me antibiotics for infection shows
The swelling was reduced and hopefully I'll be cure
but my dog Sassy has become slightly absurd
Sassy licks my foot with attention to that toe she craves
when ever I lie in bed barefoot to rest at end of the day
At first I didn't notice with diabetes hard for me to feel
but a slight sensation and I look to reveal
The silly girl dog was licking my foot like a meal
Sassy what are you doing what is the big deal
I hung my foot over the bed but she jumped to the floor
and she continue licking my foot even more
So I have to wear a sock and she sniffs and whines
is she a nurse dog or wanting to dine
Cosmo was watching her lick my foot wondering why
so the big boy sniffed it than left the room to hide
Sassy is silly and when I lie in bed
she eagerly wants me barefoot as if she is to be fed
Some dogs can smell illness and can be train to alarm
Sassy enjoys licking my sick foot I guess there is no harm.
SAID THE PANDEMIC aren't you afraid yet
I've been around a long time.
They call me SARS, MERS and now COVID-19.
Take precautions,
be clean and careful
for I descend like an Omen.
Sneezing,
coughing,
bone chilling hot temperatures
that destroy your lungs
and even your heart.
I can be Deadly!
I am the result of human misjudgment and interjection,
from consuming the forbidden,
overuse of antibiotics,
and chemical experiments to name a few.
You know they created me.
So do yourself a favor,
eat lots of veggies,
fish, black seed oil,
take your vitamins,
anything to boost your wimpy immune systems,
because I refuse to be treated lightly.
I do show up without knowledge,
travel in thin air,
spreading by the slightest of touches,
even lingering for a while,
wherever you may leave me,
on cart handles,
door knobs,
counter tops,
wash rooms,
just about any and everywhere.
So be Cautious and Aware,
for yes I AM DEADLY
and will take you
before your time.
Covid-19: A Silent Messenger of Lucifer!
Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,
It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,
Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,
And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,
The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.
The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.
The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,
The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,
Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,
The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.
The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,
And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,
The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,
And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.
Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?
Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,
Vaccines are tried in every corner,
But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.
So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?
There is One Who made man and creations,
So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,
And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.
Shall we all….?
,
Democracy, ethics, logos, politics
Cosmology, cosmogony, physics
Are words that all persons know
With enthusiasm them show
For are the basis of analytics!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 January 2017
* The words: Democracy, ethics, logos, politics, cosmology, cosmogony, physics, enthusiasm, basis, and analytics are all Greek as are thousands upon
thousands of other words as crisis, drama, comedy, poetry, biology, history, philosophy, psychology, geometry, mathematics, cardiologist, antibiotics, agoraphobia, acrophobia, and all phobias, therefore whoever speaks English has to know that more than 25% of English is of Greek origin!
Living in Antipodes whilst ingesting
prescribed antibiotics
Could be interpreted, what's swallowed
is against life in the south
Be very careful
what you put into your mouth
Do medications heal our given earthly body
I vote an emphatic no !!!
Cease an anti hypertensive drug
does your blood pressure remain low
It would seem to follow logic
with research that being done to find a cure for heart failure,
ischaemic strokes and cancer
That all these fatal symptoms
would now be in reverse
But statistics do reveal that death rates
from these nasty afflictions continues to ascend
There's much more competition now
to make a reservation to travel in a hearse
When surviving on what nature does provide
God given gifts of raw greens, many varieties of fruits and nuts
Does one as with medications need
what's called a Mims manual to check out any side effects
The ingestion of junk, soft drink, alcohol and toxic prescription drugs
The modern man and woman race is riddled with many painful, disabling defects
Come on people, don't accept all this propaganda
let the wool be pulled across your eyes
As an example this bioweapon, "affectionately" called a vaccination
Much anecdotal evidence to suggest
that even young ones are dying now like flies
Dark as the sky who
Publishes stars
Reflecting the dance
Against a tangerine
Moon, longing for
Dawn and truth
Dark as the circles
Underneath sunken eyes
Who only see
Insomnia’s gloom
Coloring the night
In melancholy and dread
For moments of sleepless
Fists raised toward angst
Dark as the black
Cat who is haunted
By the shadow
Of superstition
Saying bad luck follows
One who sees it
Crossing their path
Dark as the fate
Of a lonely song
Drifting through the
Soul of one who
Knows despair - grief
And the grace that
Caresses the naked
Thoughts of a heart
Who releases
It’s dread to the
Lavender light
Of dawn
Dark as the forest
That breaths
Shallow breaths
Through dead branches
Of oak and pine
Leaves lost to earth
Where decay
Will offer grief-stricken
Pain to the waves
Of debris in hues of
Graying grim gorges
Dark as the pain
Winding it’s way through
Crimson veins
Filled with flowing
Antibiotics called love
Who hope to heal
The illness
Of greed, hate, shame
Dark as death
In its blackest
Cape of captivity
Covering the soul in
Misery and mystery
Mourning for music
That bleeds hope
Into the emotions
Dark as eyes
Twinkling
Delight from a place
Of inspiration
And insight
Into the gentle beauty
Of warm, wistful
Wishes
Dark caresses hearts
With clouds
Of reassuring prayers
Prayed with thanksgiving
For the waking moments
When rays of sunlight
Break through the
Doubtful darkness
In blooms of laughter
Brilliant and vibrant
As the light that lives
In the heart love fills
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Let me introduce myself
My name is suicide
I live in the shadows
Just at the back of your mind
You’ll probably never meet me
Sometimes I'm on posters
Usually in your doctor’s waiting room
You may glance at me
Put me to the back of your mind
That continuous cough
Your main concern today
Sure you’ll get better soon
Now we come to the other guy
I’m at the forefront now
Doesn’t seem to be any alternatives
No introduction needed
No explanation required
Sometimes we have a trial run
Just to see
But really, our mind is made up
The poster stares right at him
Taunting, asking what he’s thinking
What is he thinking
The same thoughts as yesterday
The day before yesterday
Today
Tomorrow
The cough would have responded to antibiotics
But it was never really about the cough.
Artistic
Simplistic
Ruby grapefruit lipstick
Glossy shimmer
To quell the chap winter crack's
The toll takes on immune down body system's
That survived the Vitamin Blitz
And if we can make up in any way
Camouflage that hideous interior
To make small gains to feel Superior
Then what is the harm
For if it was not for the sweaty palm
And the heat resonating via the cold remedies
Because Doctor's would not prescribe antibiotics
You have become comfortably numb
An aqua lung siphoning despairing air
Home care bed ridden self medicating
An artist simplistic unrealistic
Carcass
Of a failing vessel
The mind could have outlived
But sadly the body power's the Clock
Not the Head or Brain
“If you keep only healthy food in your cupboard and fridge, you will eat good food.” – Errick McAdams
“You need a steroid to fix your ills.
Now vaccination to ward off winter chills.
Take an antidepressant, to calm your woes.
Let’s try antibiotics and see how it goes.
A short run of oxycodone to ease any pain.
Eating salt and acidy food you must refrain.
We will give you antacids just in case,
And a full range of vitamins, food to replace.
Eat nothing with Gluten or carbohydrate.
We’ll give you a pill to lower your heart rate.
A bevy of sprays to help you breathe.
A mood stabilizer if you begin to seethe.
There’s nothing else before you run out of money.
Make sure you call if you begin to feel funny.
Your health will soon be at its highest peak.
Make an appointment to see me in a week.”
"How uplifting it feels to be given such care.
Knowing my specialist has it all right there.
And silly me was considering healthy living.
Fresh air, good food and exercise, such a misgiving !!"
Welcome to 5th floor burn unit,
UCSD Medical Center.
This is the sign you pass,
As you enter.
They ask what happened,
How did you get burned?
They do this all with
Care and concern.
On a scale of 1 to 10,
What's your level of pain?
Your cussing, swearing,
You cry and complain.
They take me to a place,
They call wound care.
Nothing here is familiar,
You're not aware.
Wound care is a special place,
Full of pain and narcotics.
Stool softeners, I.V.'s with
Liquid antibiotics.
They scrub the burns with
Soap and water.
It's like leading the lamb
To the slaughter.
The cries and screams,
You can hear down the halls.
They bounce and echo
Off the walls.
You come to a place of awe,
For the angels that work in this place.
The scrubbing of the burns,
You learn to embrace.
This is where you find out,
You have nerves of steel.
There is a method to the magic,
In this place to heal.
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