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I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my electric blanket and go to sleep
wake up wondering if it is morning or night? Does it matter?
I am on strong meds; they keep me loopy.
Benadryl is a killer, keeping me sleepy, in perpetual lah-lah land.
Pink dots are parading up and down my arms and legs
I am scratching my torso until she bleeds
I look like a pink polka dotted Kewpie doll.
An angry pink polka dotted Kewpie doll
Thanks to yesterday’s prescription which I was allergic to.
Being sick is infuriating.
I am enraged.
Angry that it is me.
I was scratched and scraped to smithereens,
But luckily had collected enough sticklefarts
to bake a pie, and make some tasty tartlsnidds with greens.
We have some cracklwhif, mom suggested with cozy hearts.
I ate a tiddlewad of hamburgers and some snackpoots to get ready
For the dessert hot out of the oven, and man was it ever fine!
My limperfitch said “Good job little humperwhip,” instead of Freddy.
A marvelous asswarpletrip from this man who always towed the line.
Can you boodenphasrhump yourself up enough to help me in the kitchen?
Asked my crabblicious sister who is always got some hives that are itch’n.
She cannot resist sticklefarts, and was glad to see her scarf down a pie.
Soon she had blotches all over her face, even over each one of her eyes.
“You know better!” Limerfitch said to her. “Get the Benadryl and go to bed.”
I had a chance to beat him at Sticklefingke and I smirked in my head.
Part of me gets scratched up and soiled just to see my sister get sent away.
Because it is more fun to win a game than lose every single time you play.
We have a dog, and Snickers is his name.
Like the candy bar, his color is the same.
Our dog by now is six or maybe seven.
Living with him isn’t always heaven.
But as he gets older, he’s mellowed out,
Now he has a problem coming from his snout!
He recently developed quite the sneeze.
Along with it is something like a wheeze.
Our grandkids started worrying because
nobody knew that sound or what it was.
Was it a cough? We really could not tell.
He’d shake with it and did not sound too well.
The vet called it a sneeze – but in reverse!
We’re thankful that it wasn’t something worse.
We have to hide inside his food a pill
humans take for allergies – Benadryl!
Although the easy cure surprised me, I
was most surprised the vet bill was not high!
Aug. 1, 2021
For 'A Brian Strand RHYME ME' Poetry Contest
medication makes me sleepy
I have been congested for three weeks
Mucinex, Vicks and Benadryl have put me down for many naps.
Some days I have taken up to three of them.
This morning, I agreed to go to the bank at ten.
I woke up at 7:13 and decided to nap at 8:08.
At 9:47 my husband yelled “I AM GOING TO THE BANK!’
in one of those anger-aggressive ways.
He woke the dog and me both up.
I got dressed in three minutes.
I do not have to look prissy or even good to go to a bank.
At the bank the lady asked if I had my cell phone.
I told her there was not time.
My husband hustled me out of the house so fast.
Weird that she asked me about a phone anyway.
No one at the bank has ever asked me if I had my cell phone.
They were lucky I grabbed my identification at the last second.
My husband will probably tell me why when he gets to the car.
I am sitting here, writing up my tale of woe.
In early spring some days are cold,
for winter’s loath to break its hold,
still sending winds that bite and sting.
Some days are cold in early spring.
Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to Winter’s last cold blast.
Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.
Fragrances of March and April,
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.
Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.
Mid-spring is here. The earth’s alive.
Green grass, full trees, and flowers thrive.
Sunshine and warm winds bring us cheer.
The earth’s alive. Mid-spring here.
Comes June’s debut with longer days
and rising heat. To summer’s ways,
we soon must bid sweet spring adieu.
With longer days, comes June’s debut.
March 23, 2021, spliced together from three old poems
Contest: Fragments of Verse
Sponsor: John Lawless
The bad news is we have yellow jackets in our yard.
A colony of which I whole-heartedly disapprove.
The good news is these yellow jackets showed me…I can still bust a move.
A quick fact about yellow jackets…if into their nest you drop…
Yellow jackets start stinging…and yellow jackets do not stop.
I felt a sting on my finger…and at this point foolishly thought their attack was complete…
forgetting it takes a little longer to feel pain from my legs and my feet.
It was when the pains met in my brain…one unlucky happenstance…
that I being to panic…and I began to dance.
It was as if M. C. Hammer’s ‘You Can’t Touch This’
was emanating from speakers in the ground…
My arms were flailing…my feet were kicking…I was jumping all around.
Another quick fact about yellow jackets…I imagine it’s part of their upbringing…
They are relentless…even after they chased me off their nest…
they kept coming…they kept stinging.
Once inside the safety of my house with Benadryl in my system
and ointment on my sores…Deborah smiled at me saying,
“In all they years I’ve known you…I never saw you dance like that before.”
“You were a blend of dances.” She chuckled. “Ballet, Tango, Cha Cha…
and you made the dances overlap…a little Samba…some Salsa moves…
why I think I even saw some tap.
“Do you think the neighbors saw me?” I asked.
Deborah smiled, “Oh, without a doubt…not only were they watching…
but they had their cameras out.”
Seeing a smile on my face that evening Deborah asked what I was thinking about
“Oh,” I said, “not much.”
I was just thinking how some yellow jackets showed the whole neighborhood…
I still had dance moves…You Can’t Touch.