Long Epidemic Poems
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There's a whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Whenever I walk down the street
People all stop and stare at me
But I'm no longer considered a freak
The percentage of overweight people
Is increasing in leaps and bounds
It's surely an epidemic the experts say
We really need to slow it down
I'm certainly not alone in my plight
The numbers are quite disarming
Studies show more than sixty per cent
Are overweight, that's really alarming
Put on some comfy old walking shoes
Walk a few times round the block
Better than watching the telly all day
And drinking beer around the clock
It's a dangerous path to oblivion
That we, as a society are travelling
Our whole way of life is in jeopardy
It's in danger and quickly unravelling
There will be a time of reckoning soon
The life we once knew will be gone
We'll all become a bunch of inert blobs
Lacking the will to carry on
©Jack Ellison 2012
This world is changing so very rapidly
Even though these troubling times are grave,
may we not fear, and may God make us brave.
Presently, I'm not quite sure what to make of it,
But I'm certain that God's got this, and He's got that.
In fact, God's got you and me, and He loves us dearly.
Today is very different, but by no means is it a mystery.
This day, March 15, 2020, I shall record for church history.
It was a rainy Sunday morning,
so different than any I have known.
It was not the gently falling rain
that spoke of so much change.
There was something very unsual
about that morning, such that I had
not experienced in all my 70 years.
Oh, it was not new nor strange to history,
But just to me and others in this modern age.
Nor is it strange to many Christians in other lands
who are persecuted and forced to worship in secret.
The doors of our own church facility are shuttered today
due to decisions surrounding the coronavirus epidemic.
Not all church doors are thus, which may be a matter to discuss.
Many believers of distant lands have always met in their homes,
and many meet in hidding places away from local authorities.
Indeed, a rainy Sunday morning, so different than any I have known.
031520PoSp
Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart,
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced.
It beats,
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried.
But the brain.
The brain is swarmed
by a scream of consciousness,
the amount of work that lands on its desk
swollen by an epidemic of incoming data
as body-wide receptors caffeinated by intimations of love
report frequent sightings of
unexampled beauty followed by euphoric contacts.
Every signal, real or illusory, is taken into custody and interrogated
to determine its authenticity or duplicity.
Every word is a code that needs to be deciphered with a
clear-eyed detachment it can no longer muster.
Every look is transferred to the left side
for facial-contextual-inferential analysis but often hijacked by the right
for the purpose of aesthetic appreciation.
Every scent is identified and catalogued with
a perfumer's olfactory precision.
There are hints to catch,
spats to be postmortemed,
crucial dates to be inoculated against amnesia,
preferences to be recorded, compared, grafted,
model answers to catch-22 questions drafted,
declarations of adoring allegiance crafted.
The subject’s mind is apparently required to be read,
two sets of past, present, future to be crossbred,
blindness to other females pled.
There are virtues to exaggerate to divine proportions,
flaws to modify to virtues with willful distortions,
desires to mollify by counseling patience,
thoughts to be felt,
feelings to be thought,
vertigo to be fought.
Still the to-do list grows,
the repairing of an attention that no longer spans,
the mistaking of what happens to millions of others daily
as a unique personal miracle,
the confusing of being loved with being special,
the projecting of an untested passion into an eternity,
the steadying of feet that has taken to walking on air,
the murdering of ballads meant to be trilled,
and the admonishing
of that nonchalantly speeding heart
to be still.
Is your mind no longer serving you?
Is the method, the plan, not working?
Endless jobs, endless goals achieved... You have the answers but aren't full.
Did you know there is and always was a plan that was bigger than our minds could ever comprehend?
How deeply can you hear without your ears, dear Brother and Sister...?
How loudly can you hear your gut and the whispers from the wind?
Strength does not only lie in logic, nor in only empathy/intuition.
An epidemic of extremely intelligent minds... Lost in the loop.
Aging and Achieving, also emptying not filling.
Your mind isn't the one who knows your childhood self is waiting for you.
Start your life again... Do we continue attempting to control a divine and magical world ? Or flow with it and begin to plan how we actually want life to look...
Which includes time and space to hear yourself and your bodies whispers... Before it screams.
We build our later in life plan by not listening now.
God bless.
It’s a problem that I see time and time again,
An issue that’s so rampant throughout lots of schools.
Although some (culprits) victims may be children of your friends,
You should not encourage them to think that they’re cool.
This epidemic is not only in school halls.
It has become an issue out in the world.
The problem has spilled over into public malls
Where there are lots of innocent boys and girls.
Young children should never have to see such a thing.
We can’t continue to let them fight this alone.
Children aren’t aware of the shame that they may bring
To the very parents that provide them a home.
Many of these kids are too young to know better.
So, as adults, we have to step in and show them
That, as a family, if we stand together
Their addiction can ultimately be condemned.
If you’re willing to give them the shirt off your back,
Why not make an investment that’s much more heartfelt?
Let’s help to finally rid the world of crack
And give every kid in America a belt.
The Epidemic
2 Chronicals 7:14 *
The greatest impact of the century
Unlike any seen before
Referred to, as a silent enemy
It rapidly spread from shore to shore
At first, some appeared nonchalant
To the magnitude it did present
They chose to ignore, - - facts
And deem it just another event
Issues involved more than "things"
It was about death and life
Drastic measures were exercised
Most everyone felt the strife
Everyday activities were curtailed
Authorities implemented control
All but basic essentials
Were temporarily put on hold
The epidemic touched rich and poor
A virus does not choose it's prey
The medical world frantically sought
For a way to make it go away
Did it ever occur that mankind
Has drifted away from God
In Eden, when they disobeyed
They were met with a chastening rod
A promise in God's Word declared *
A solution for people in that day
Perhaps this, - - we should consider
Lest we become a castaway
Colan L Hiatt = 05-02-20
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You can foretell the future of our destination,
simply by asking yourself the following question;
"Have I taken any personal action,
to make aware all of those innocent ignorants,
who are blatantly not protecting themselves or their children,
from this outbreak that can reach epidemic proportions,
and who are also encouraging strongly to government,
that martial law is now necessary for this viral containment?"
Martial Law is our future if your answer was NO.
If you answered YES, it may behove you to know,
that we may prevent Martial Law establishment although,
we will not at all be in any way successful,
if they who answered NO don't choose to join us also.
" Human sex trafficking is now an epidemic that many seem to ignore." by poet
She was a sweet girl, kindhearted and innocent
She’s feeling anxious about starting High School soon
She has very few friends, and desires to be in the popular crowd
Her family is old-fashioned, doesn’t let her date or go out much
She started going to the local gym and made some new friends
Friends from the popular group, she is elated and happy, finally
They invite her to a party and tell her to lie to her parents
She can tell them it’s a slumber party and can sleep over
She lies to her parents and tells them she is going to a slumber party
She leaves in her conservative, preppy clothes, only to change later
She borrows a mini skirt, heels and a low-cut trendy blouse
She feels beautiful, popular and happy, accepted by the group
At the party she tries a drink, she likes the taste and how she feels
It’s a fun escape from the boring and strict home life she knows
She then hears her name being called, she turns around and sees him
He’s dark and dangerous, drives a fancy sports car and is gorgeous
He takes her for a ride, promises her a job modeling, she believes him
She drinks more and flirts with him, he tells her she needs to try something
She snorts some coke, her life just changed for the worse, she is hooked
She leaves with him, he tells her he has a huge mansion, she believes him
She wakes up in a daze, not sure where she is, it’s a small one room place
There is a couch, a mattress on the floor and the windows are blacked out
She hears the gorgeous man talking to another man, discussing money
A strange man enters the room, starts to undress, now naked, she's terrified
He gives her more drugs so she can escape, then he rapes and beats her
She doesn’t know where she is, she is confused, time has lapsed, she is lost
Her family has not seen her for months, no one has, she is now a missing teen
She is not sure how to leave, not sure she wants to, as she takes another hit
All around us
It’s an epidemic
Man-induced plague
It’s a conspiracy
To hook people
To non food foods
Eats that should be
Technically inedible
Anything to grease the wheel
Of factories and consumerism
Nothing grown naturally
Nothing from a farm
Heavens no
Promoting foods whipped up
From powders and chemicals
None of those
Vegetables or fruits
Or other live stuff
Let the population thrive
On plastic derivatives
Deceitfully charming
Taste buds everywhere
Inducing dependency
Decomposing corpses wandering
Like loose time bombs
Waiting to explode
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
I am fed up with being an angry mom
I'm fit to be tied and their doing it wrong
I didn't ask for much, just some time alone
But 4 busy hands are tagging along
Oh how I love them. Let me count the ways
But this different person, this new phase
This figet spinner, epidemic craze
I feel like they hate me, most days
Each day they grow more wise
I see it in their intentional eyes
Manipulating mom provides a rise
With repetitive, horrific sounding cries
Go outside! I can't deal
Yes, my child, I'm for real
I need a moment of quiet and still
It's time to take my happy pill
I'd be long gone if looks could kill
But I'm still alive against my will
There must be a bucket you could fill
Just keep it outside so it can spill
Give me a break and I'll prepare a meal
It's truly a shame to feel this way
It's hard to feel and worse to say
My fried nerves have gone astray
But this is only every other day