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Screams of terror fill in the cracks
Of ancient crumbling castle rocks
Everyone enjoys old world accommodations
Hotels are always cheap but at full capacity
Cries for help escape into the black
Dungeons are open to the public at a price
Faceless creatures slash your back with whips
Purple slime runs down the chamber walls
Chains rattle out a warning for more agony
Snakes crawl with venom for the vital parts
Spiders fill heads with freshly hatched eggs
Flesh eating insects begin to feast
Bacteria wait in line to get the best
No reservations needed in October
You are their favorite trick and treat
The man with a limp comes in twitching
Sharp red eyes bleeding gains attention
Wielding an ax garners more
The hump adds character to the festivities
There will be no beds turned down tonight
What is one more murder more or less
Relax, enjoy the evening and a cigarette
You are our guest. You are next
Our apologies for the mess
Be fearless, don't think about criteria.
Stop with the feud within yourself, with your own self-inflicted bacteria.
Be fearless, sing that song you wrote.
You will feel light, like when the wind is giving that kite the ability to float.
Be fearless, dance like a captivating ballerina.
You will feel free, like a bird soaring through the morning sky, one bright day in Argentina.
Be fearless, fall in love with the one that makes your heart sing.
You will feel peace and complete, like the Northern Lights when it fills up the night sky.
Be fearless, go after what it is you exactly want.
You will have no regrets, like eating a freshly baked croissant, while feeling at ease and completely nonchalant.
(particularly when nursed at room temperature)
I learned that Kombucha
best be kept refrigerated lest
said probiotic drink
served at room temperature
(incorporating live bacteria) erupts
chia seeds flying everywhere
potentially causing
serious damage to consumer
as nearly happened to yours truly,
nonetheless patronizes company(ies),
who manufacture
aforementioned healthy beverage.
Analogous to other fermented brews,
one must cultivate an acquired taste
regarding delicately sipping Kombucha
now if you will kindly excuse
wordsmith henpecked and
away from Macbook Pro
fortunately satisfied with poem thus far.
Hello, I got back to laptop
today - December fourth 2021
after few hours elapsed
got hunger pangs
during brief hiatus
experienced relapse concerning
craving vegetarian hypocrite's delight
meat product constituted chicken sausage,
which greasy entree
invariably caused cholesterol to spike.
The missus (a plump carnivore
to the bone with plucky constitution)
vowed never to purchase
named poultry appurtenance ever again
so help me dog, cuz she
(connoisseur of gluten free foods)
attempts to promote healthy eating.
Indeed buzzfeeding body, mind and spirit
courtesy fruits and vegetables
ideally, preferably, and undeniably organic
helps me feel emotionally,
mentally and spiritually fit
able, eager and willing
to staunch the flow,
whereby yours truly
would become deceased,
thus imperative to jot obit
before that instant I exit
stage door left,
the only occasion witnessing
ala bumbling and fumbling performance
(despite unalterable fact that
life haint no dress rehearsal)
courtesy painless suicide
exhibiting true grit
regarding one generic long haired
pencil necked geek,
whose demise undermined,
when his lovely bones
deteriorated analogous to
rotted fascia and soffit.
God dispatches two angels
for each missile sent in war
to recover the souls of those perished
He then lets nature clean up the blood
with insects and bacteria
so the war-torn scenario is blessed
It’s too common a sight
men, women and children
dying in war zones
Heavens gates are swayed open
with a constant line of new souls
carried by the angels
When will the killing stop
when will the world heal
when will the angels get to break
Thank the good lord that you get to
sip your tea and watch family feud
while others are less fortunate
Let’s pray for them
perhaps the rosary
they do not deserve to die
Why would He go to that tree
To save evil humanity
Why would He bleed and die~you see
To keep us alive in our vanity
Why would He go to that tree
To save us all and even me
In the beginning He created
Man, the crown of creation
A mirror of Him
One created being to tend
The garden created by Him
How He loved those long walks
In the cool of the day
Before it got dark
Man talking directly with His creator
How He loved the man
Then man fell into the temper's hands
Now only vanity at his command
The beautiful earth fell to the curse
As did animals, bacteria and land
Why did He go to that tree
To save evil humanity
Redeem mankind, earth and clim
He saved all that did fall
Oh! How He loved His man
the deer died with her eyes open
which means she watched herself
become field
something permeable
I found her on the third day of autumn—
found autumn wearing her decaying hide
like a hand-me-down dress
the flies had already written their poems
in the metaphors of her throat:
small black punctuation, multiplying
I wanted to close her eyes
but my hands passed through
what I once believed was boundary
later the biologist told me
decomposition is just the body
finally telling the truth
about how many selves were always
inside you waiting to be released—
even the child who never grew old enough
to be revision
now when I say I, I mean the forty trillion
bacteria who call this dirt-body home
I mean the deer
the flies
I mean the light
that passed through her
and landed here
in this poem
which is just another way of being eaten
which is just another word for love
by the porous self
The world's number one
killer
I wonder why it hasn't
yet made its way
Into a horror movie
thriller
Why, though it could beat
Even the serial killer!
Oh it gets even past
locked doors
Through the tiniest of
holes and pores
And however tiny
It bodes fatality
For to many its bites
Have been lethal, fatal
And it sings freely in
your ears
But like a teeny weeny
vampire
Don't you undermine the
miniscule, the minute
For tis a real-life
miniature vampire
Tis a blood sucking
brute!
And they come in hordes
Without guns or swords
This major yet tiny killer
of humans
Though you might kill
with a flick of your
hands
Yet you could never
wipe out the whole band
From the face of the
earth
What with its prolific
birth!
As this is one flying
army here to stay
And by hook or by crook
In each and every nook
It shall share our land!
How terrible that our
blood is on its main menu
My and your blood its
main staple diet
So I warn you fellow
humans
Save yourselves from
the anopheles's bite.
Call it mosquito or agent
of malaria
Plasmodiums are far
worse than any bacteria
And they aren't just
doing their job
They're doing their
bloody feeding
We ain't in paradise yet:
thus both the harmful
and harmless are
breeding!
mud~I love the musky scent that evaporates from the moistened earth bed during downpour and also relish sailing paper boats on the puddles.It serves as a home for tiny insects and invisible bacterias.
precipitated
by deluge emits sweet whiff
forms splashing puddles
Disclaimer: The special aroma that manifests in the air while rainfall is referred to as petrichor ~which actually comes from a bacteria called actinomycete that resides in dampened soil.
Aug 4 ,2020
Note1:Written for Traditional Haiku-Nature Themed
Poetry contest(N/A)
Placed as Honorable Mention in the contest.
Note2: Submitting to strand Completely New (22) ,
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
To celebrate seventy seven revolutions round the sun
it was decided that seven point seven kilometres he would run
To ensure it was a task he could successfully complete he rehearsed the total distance
easily covered the the run, jogging bare feet
Would such an exercise been possible when he was age twenty ??
not likely, such a sloth !!!
Now aged seventy seven he is bursting with energy aplenty
So what's the secret of this total age reversal
No alcohol, no coffee, no tea, organic food that is always raw
This free recipe is available to one and all
make some changes, see what life may have in store
There are many other secrets for long life impunity
Resist viruses, bacteria, build muscles, exercise the mind as well
leads to natural self regulated immunity
One of the vices that pulls all healing back
is what exists at the end of the dinner table fork
Eliminate old habits, start a new found daily practice
that includes at least, a routine daily walk
No ... there would be no happy end to this story ...
No shining horizon or shimmering visions of tomorrow,
No joyous rhapsody of angels to greet us at the end of THIS tunnel.
The Big Apple was behind us now, fallen to the horrors of the epidemic ...
A gestation period of merely thirty seconds,
Which meant half the globe - half of humanity -
Could be firmly in its grip within 48 hours ...
Just two days! (And that was an optimistic estimate).
I worked for the CDC, but was on vacation with my family ...
My wife, two daughters, one son,
In Manhattan to see "Hamilton" on Broadway.
We were headed back to The Plaza when it happened -
When the first infected folks started to turn.
Whatever it was, it increased metabolism in the host,
As though giving people super powers,
Making them faster, stronger, more erratic, more deadly ...
One bite to the skin, and within half a minute, the person would change ...
Transform, into these ... monsters, crazy eyes and gnashing teeth,
With only one drive and purpose - to bite flesh and spread contagion,
(And the possibilities of mutations were nearly fathomless).
Nature always protects itself ... always finds a way,
And diseases and microorganisms are PART of nature.
Like good bacteria, viruses seek out highly beneficial environments,
And this one had selected the most deadly and formidable of hosts - humans.
On the other end of this long tunnel under the Hudson, was New Jersey ...
We were headed south to Atlanta and CDC headquarters,
But that was an eternity from where we were,
With untold dangers and obstacles ahead,
And in the midst of this horrifying and virulent plague.
The tunnel was empty, thankfully, and dark,
But with a tension-filled quietus that seemed ready to explode.
Our one blessing? It was very early Sunday morning,
And there was little traffic on the highway.
Still, there would be surprises coming, we knew not what ...
Surprises and trials, at the end of this long underpass AND beyond.
We could see the light of the entrance as it drew closer,
We could envision the stress and danger, and feel the cold breath ...
Of doom approaching.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Tunnel Vision" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor.