Long Codeine Poems
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create a golden route for a poet like me,
let the embodiment of song carved itself
in the palms of the world beyond till lyrics
of faith light to ease the thought of my mind.
If you die before me, tell papa not to cry.
the shrine he left in my hand is still well
planted in the imaginations of his generations.
tell Fela &Giwa that Nigeria is no better,
tell Chinua Achebe that the water in our
throat cries of dry ground they stepped on.
we may not be a better cinematographer
capturing the deeds of this land but your
still photos can crop some timelines to go
with you till I come along to join your trail.
if you die before me, send a word across.
let me know the existence of heaven & hell
if Shakespeare & Okigbo & Buchi are there
so I can change course to path my emotion,
the artistic photography of the tales of hell
are the codeine conscience of anxiety in us.
we die before the masquerade halt in the air.
Husky tears would I drop on your grave
to be taken to Mandela & Luther King.
there are roses I will take from the clay pot
Of my father to your graveyard to give to Ify
my hearted lover in the morning of miracles.
if you die before me, this tattered call would
I make to our ancestors for a perfect survival.
this land is a disco dance hall you must tell
Yar'du of Fate & tears crossing our eyes
in a patterned way to be christened life's joy.
this land is a feminist like Chimamanda A.N,
this country is a pun star you must tell Ken.
tell my cousin Ezekiel to wait for me longer,
I am coming. to join him in benedicted rein of
our country.
If you die before me, I'll be on your graveyard
for a life time cracking up the foundation of
the world to find death. I will ask him if the
other phase is better than here before coming.
suffering is not meant to be dreamed twice,
Two week-ed weaknesses are the wink wires
connecting our lives in a radioed embryo .
this is my recap
a captured scene
Let's bake life and dreams
till death call us all to himself
then the world becomes empty
love finds love mingling in hands...
die before me & be my eyes beyond.
©John Chizoba Vincent
From_A_Pen_Refusing_frustration.
Oh,doctor I am in a flap
I cannot turn this childproof cap
I cannot take my medicine
So I shall toss it in the bin
The beta blockers make me down
I am in a study brown.
The mini aspirins make me bruise
And my mind is quite confused.
The ibuprofen hurt my heart
Yet without one I cannot start.
The thyroxine has no effect
So now I feel my life is dreck.
The codeine fails to make me high
I'm not addicted, though I try.
I'll have to take a shot of gin
And alcohol will make me sin.
I'll go to parties in a dress
That makes men's hormones more or less.
I'll take a big one home with me,
And give him poison in his tea.
And when I am in jail at last
I'll feel remorse for all my past.
For as I suffer dreadful pain
God has hit me yet again.
It's not enough that I am blind
And suffer terrors in my mind
Not enough that lovers cruel
Give me stick instead of jewels.
Or maybe life does not make sense
Especially when I feel so tense.
Maybe random are my days
and my life has gone astray.
I think that I shall buy a cat
And love it tenderly and chat.
But if my cat gives me a scratch...
I'll light its tail up with a match.
All the world must me obey
Else I'll be enraged all day.
I want my own way all the time.
Other people must conform.
I am here and full of ills
What do you think of these blue pills?
If they take away my heart
That at least will be a start.
Then they can remove my brain
To help me with this damned pain.
Why not kill me right away
Then I'll be from pain astray?
Stood on the pitch, feel mighty and tall, can’t wait for the hit, can’t wait for the ball, I’ve trained really hard, my body feels strong, score under the posts, they’ll be singing my song, my opposite number, looks pretty small, quick join the forwards, starting a maul, I push and I push, right shoulder in, I fall to the floor, big boot on my shin, it hurts pretty bad, but that’s what I love, the pain of the tackle, the pain of the shove, the cold and the heat, playing rugby all year, with men who are crazy, but incredibly dear, beasts that are gents, who call the ref sir, two seconds ago, that fight was a blur, this beautiful sport, kicks off on the pitch, the bar is for songs, and laughter and Rich, friendships that grow, regardless of club, this is a family, this is pure love, we bleed the same blood, and chuck up the same sick, woke up on Sundays, feeling the hits , Monday brings more aches, but it’s back to work, red bull and codeine, our breakfast our quirk, it’s Monday night, we’re at it again, moaning and groaning, but still have to train, smelly old kit, we forgot to wash, Rola cola bottle, filled up with squash, the cold nights aren’t bad, we get muddy and soggy, nice cold pint after, dinner’s in the doggy, it’s more of a lifestyle, bigger than sport, dick of the day, kangaroo court, the older you get, the more that you miss, my bodies a mess, memories a bliss, wouldn’t change a thing, the good and the bad, the next greatest player, is calling me dad.
RANDOM REMEMBRANCES
Listen to what I am going to talk about
Because I swear there is no doubt
Listen to the following truth I have to say
Us junkies have changed the world in a very profound way
Next time your baby is crying for his pacifier feel the middle
There’s a hard tube to stop it from squeezing all the way and it wasn’t there when we were
little
They put it there because junkies were using pacifiers to shoot heroin, cocaine and speed
Junkies required a lot of things back then and an old fashioned pacifier was definitely a need
When we were growing up and you had a really bad cough there was syrup for you to drink
And now each time I take something for a cold it makes me stop and think
No one did this because they hated addicts or because they were just plain mean
But I remember, back in the days of old when cough medicine came with codeine
And as the nation grew bigger so did the problem at hand
Things were going down only us addicts could understand
We’ve changed these things and if I had more time I’d tell you the rest
Oh yes, us junkies are also responsible for the random piss test
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
YO! D. My infinite pal…..good huh….then how come ain’t no one but you
And a handful (if they were Mr. Travis Ian’s size) of people
Are reading me?……from America to you’re your town in Heaven!
RANDOM REMEMBRANCES
Listen to what I am going to talk about
Because I swear there is no doubt
Listen to the following truth I have to say
Us junkies have changed the world in a very profound way
Next time your baby is crying for his pacifier feel the middle
There’s a hard tube to stop it from squeezing all the way and it wasn’t there when we were
little
They put it there because junkies were using pacifiers to shoot heroin, cocaine and speed
Junkies required a lot of things back then and an old fashioned pacifier was definitely a need
When we were growing up and you had a really bad cough there was syrup for you to drink
And now each time I take something for a cold it makes me stop and think
No one did this because they hated addicts or because they were just plain mean
But I remember, back in the days of old when cough medicine came with codeine
And as the nation grew bigger so did the problem at hand
Things were going down only us addicts could understand
We’ve changed these things and if I had more time I’d tell you the rest
Oh yes, us junkies are also responsible for the random piss test
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
YO! D. My infinite pal…..good huh….then how come ain’t no one but you
And a handful (if they were Mr. Travis Ian’s size) of people
Are reading me?……from America to your town in Heaven!
I dreamt of a washing machine,
In colours so obscene,
Of shades of caffeine,
It washed everything that was clean,
To a shiny muddy unclean,
It was part of it's routine,
It was never to fond of hygiene,
I found an old tureen,
In gross shades of lime-green,
With a three feet sardine,
And I counted one of sixteen,
Tiny little soybean,
I found something murine,
Frosting sunscreen,
Between,
A pair of nankeen,
And jeans that were lean,
With a 10 pound bean,
Covered in fleshy dentine,
As well crushed strychnine,
Mixed in with liquid morphine,
With a hint of codeine,
To create a used vaccine,
I excavated further into the drum,
My left shoe stepped into gum,
My hands found bottles of rum,
As well a skull of a pilgrim,
A sock with a 44 magnum,
Guarding the used sock kingdom,
Hear muses singing like a threesome,
The kingdom’s national anthem,
I saw a shadowy possum,
Come out of a rectum,
And I became bum,
When it proposed a threesome
Between it ,me and my right thumb,
I started to have a symptom,
That began to blossom
And needed a valium,
Or a serum,
To rid of this irksome,
Three things made up an outcome,
I had a possum,
Who thinks is handsome,
My thumb,
Excess sucking of sheer gruesome,
Melting feelings to a num,
And pressing against my sternum
And now I feel really dumb,
Stuck inside a drum
“If you don’t understand the purpose of a thing, then abuse is inevitable”
Many learners are going down the wrong road
There is a new song they are singing
All they need is a bottle of cough syrup mixed with soda
A dangerous cocktail is part of their arsenal
Learners during the week are telling tales of the crypt
They erupt with energy but are fatigued in the classroom!
The mixture of cough syrup and soda is alive and well
Taking soda (Jive) and cough syrup will make you unwell!
Learners think they have arrived to face their problems and
As a result, learners abuse over-the-counter cough syrup!
Learners enjoy the codeine
But in the end, they can never win
The sugar in the soda affects their brain and
So they train their body to be addicted to reaching a ‘high’
Because too many want to fly away from their problems
And enter a state of euphoria!
Many learners are going down the wrong road
There is a new song they are singing
All they need is a bottle of cough syrup mixed with soda
A dangerous cocktail is part of their arsenal
Learners during the week are telling tales of the crypt
They erupt with energy but are fatigued in the classroom!
Their brain shrinks and
One link to this dilemma is the mixture of Soda and Cough Syrup!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I went ghetto gold .......
I was told that when I flip this,
I'm come sicker than syphilis,
My verses come in 3's like triplets,
I drop ebonic type scriptures,
That keep your eardrumbs numb,
when my psalms roll off my tongue,
my adversaries hide & run,
as the oxygen escapes from my lungs,
I lace my poetic sermons with codeine
the mo' feinds means the mo' green I separate,
I'm a cheese head like in Green Bay
so I stay in a chedda' state[money state],
of mind frame & 1 of my prophecies,
I will rise at a high velocity,
and my thoughts'll be,
sprinkled[spoken ] far from sloppily,
when my voice is transmitted,
the pathetic get netted & shredded,
by my unsweetened poetic antidotes
see i'm sugarfree like diabetics,
Strong Faith,Family&Love's a good trinity,
and my deliveries,
during my performances or soliloquies,
will let all know this should be,
broadcasted throughout history,
I'm the vocabulary minister,
If your poetry soul's empty I'll replenish ya',
and when I'm finished
I'll stamp your inner thoughts
with the Rhyme Pedllaz signature,
And my mouthpiece unleashes verbal hand grenades,
from the block to the stage,
and the weak gets quarantined
when I deliver 1 of my spoken word plagues,
You can wipe your ears off now.
Disasters have plagued our planet since the dawn of time,
When primitive creatures rose from primordial slime,
And a comet came down to hit a dinosaur’s head,
Causing a headache so bad, he was better off dead.
So, he asked the plain question, “to be or not to be?”
And invented Tylenol with codeine, number three.
Before you know it, Mount Vesuvius exploded,
And many kilometers of magma unloaded.
Thousands were inundated - a woeful loss of life,
One man frozen stiff forever with his neighbor’s wife.
The Chicago Fire was equally terrible.
To be cooked alive is certainly unbearable.
As disasters go, this undoubtedly qualifies.
Mrs. O’Leary’s cow did publicly apologize.
When the South Fork Dam breached, to people’s worst fears,
The Johnstown Flood immersed folks here and there to their ears.
If you happened to be shorter than five foot-seven,
You saw a few fish, and then you went up to heaven.
This holiday season, some fun you may wish to poke
At me, as you might Scrooge or Grinch, but this ain’t no joke.
Prepare for a worse catastrophe, never seen before,
One you can’t ignore, which will knock you right to the floor,
Let me underscore, get ready, there’s food to store…for
The Great California Quake of Twenty-Twenty Four.
Half my time is spent bruising my own ego,
as I literally try to command every cell in my body to forget you entirely.
To forget your stupid face, your name, and all the things I can't stand about you.
Or worse.. all those things I'm ashamed to admit I love about you.
In the end, pretending your nonexistence only antagonizes me more.
The absence of you is louder than the endless supply of smart ass remarks you never seem to run out of.
You take the joy out of every day, you rob me of the fun in getting high,
You steal the very colour from my sight!
Forcing me to star in this silent black and white film with horrible lighting.
The other half of my time consumes all the rest of my energy.
As I will the fibers of the Universe into energy that does my simple bidding-
Overdosing your every single thought or impulse with only one yearning desire:
Visions of me, covered in only green lace and liquid codeine.
Oh the things I would do to you!
I would go to such lengths to pretend to please you..
I want to give you the world just so I can take it from you later.
And because you are the fire of my soul, my one and only..
I promise you I will.