Long Infected Poems
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Go away, Today,
You have overstayed your stay.
You think you're tough,
We've had enough it's been rough,
It's time to go.
Go now,
We can't allow
This bedlam to last,
You've had your day,
Just vanish, we say
Be a memory of our past.
Shove off!!
Oh! you've acquired a cough,
From someone you infected.
How do you feel?
Do you feel ill?
Has Human breath been detected,
A virus in you,
That is new?
Caught, from a human being,
It's our breath that causes your death,
We can't believe what we are seeing,
A vicious virus,
Is not desirous,
To anyone on Earth.
We've invented a puffer,
A virus snuffer,
That will kill and stop future births.
As we wave goodbye,
We all breathe a sigh,
All feeling very chuffed,
Who would have thought we'd kill the virus,
Who was so desirous,
With a Super Sniffer Puff.
A long time passes and I am still here
Silently insulting, brutally weeping
But then I lift my head from the ground
To see him standing there
Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude
Was he there the entire time?
I feel his eyes but see only his stare
I am dreaming again
Has he returned to guide me?
To frighten me back into reality?
Who are you, entity of fear?
I know death draws me near—
But why, oh mystery, do you linger here?
He never answers me, though still I try
Why are you here?
Must you hate me too?
He pulls me up staring me down
His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow
Empty features burning my vision
As he bends facing me
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I hide. . .
Why, I ask, my voice croaking
Tell me why. . .
He takes my hand as I cringe
Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way
I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn
A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him
To believe all of this. . .is right
How though, can I trust his blank sincerity?
I am the only. . .the lonely
But there he is beside me
His long fingers intermingling in mine
The sense of fear and confusion
Sticking to me like grime
I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend
And for once I let him embrace me
I cannot bear to flee
He tenses and tightens his grip
Dreading I may slip away in panic
Please stay. . .please stay
Soon it will all just go away. . .
He is warm against me—alive
Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart
Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind
Tingles shoot down my spine
As I stand there, so close to him
We watch a sagging sunset
As tears flow down my infected eyes
I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies
Squeezing my hand he holds me close
As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time
Only to sink from its post
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I lie
Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils
Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment
Whispering comforting falsehood
I gaze beyond the wasteland
Beyond myself. . .
But there I find nothing
Hand in hand we walk over the edge
Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet
Nothingness
The demons watch us disappear
Grinning from ear to ear
I cannot see them now. . .
But I can smell their fear
-January 26, 2013-
The hardships of my life
Are like a clump of maggots digging through my skin
They are deep within...
How do I inspect them? Where do I begin
When I am in profound distress and sin?
I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all illnesses
I’m defected…but yet You cleanse me from any blemishes or messes
I’m dejected…but You certainly lift up my spirits
But I’m far from being resurrected…I’m ruefully neglected
Jaded by the nightmares…striking me with discord
Like a released sheep roaming in the plains of fate
How do I encounter with my shepherd?
Are we ever going to integrate?
When I’m a lost, stray animal…trampled down by a frown,
Worn-out by my regret and knowing my demise is my royal crown
I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all diseases
I’m defected…but yet You purified me from any filth or squalidness
I’m dejected…but You certainly lift up my spirits
I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all wretches
I’m defected…but yet You cleanse me from any blemishes or messes
I’m dejected…but You certainly pumped up my heart
But, Lord I’m far from being resurrected…I’m contritely mistreated
I’m infected…but yet You dealt with all of my despair
I’m defected…but yet You cured me with blessings you address
I’m dejected…but You definitely rely on my faith that I kindly share
But I’m aching recklessly…but I’m still in progress!
The tribulations of my life
Are like a cluster of wasps, stinging me with vigor in my shin
They puncture me deep within…
How do I infect their nests? Where do I begin
When I am in profound melancholy and cave in
Tell me, Almighty Lord, why do the demons ensnare me with their curses?
They won’t break the tension…in these godforsaken verses!
We keep covering our faces with masks because we dont want to risk getting infected by inhalation
But we keep contaminating our lungs daily by inhaling that tobacco smoke from cigarettes
We wash our hands with sanitizer carefully to kill the germs and bacteria present
But we keep drinking alcohol every weekend intoxicating ourselves and killing our liver
We keep paying that tithe to the church every sunday while they live in mansions and drive luxury vehicles
But they do nothing about the hundreds of homeless, hungry and poor people living right in the heart of their cities
We keep our families close to our heart because that's where we learned how to love
But sometimes it is your brother who is preventing your success with a knife stuck in your back
Night awakens in the chaos of infernos imploding beneath the darkened sky,
It stretches, casting its tangled locks over the deep silences,
Shedding the seraphic blankets of the winter moon, golden and silent,
And dances barefoot on the icy floors that crackle beneath its steps.
It stumbles over the remnants of dawn, torn like shattered thoughts,
Like shards of sharp hail scratching windows emptied of meaning,
The night trembles under hungry fangs that shake the bells of eternity,
As gusts of darkness devour forgotten lullabies.
It chews on torn dreams, running through loops of unfulfilled obsession,
Night gathers in storms of dead-end roads, full of fixations,
Where grotesque graffiti covers the walls of despair masked by tornadoes,
Storms of mania that seem like solutions in the unknown labyrinth of the mind.
Whispers of wind born from worms of thought step before the sky,
Cutting the divine heart with blades of storms infected by darkness,
While the blood of angels stains the wings of doves that lose their flight,
Anxiety spills in torrents as the litanies of hours break into noise.
The wild night roams through the core of darkness, gripped by tornadoes,
Eagerly awaiting the first glimmer of light of a new rebirth.
Contemplations For Joanna
Propulsion forward through the entropy toward the finish line
Expulsion toward nothingness from a population in decline
Repulsion formed at courts of corruption by the degradation of mankind
Convulsions inward turning as we strive for the refine
Emblematic overtures containing muse inspired compositions
Hippocratic underscores as medics train the next physician
Beaurocratic paper wars that only perpetuate division
Problematic pain forewarned as they complicate decisions
Bereft alone defiant and cold am I a mirror of the times?
The heft of clones insurgent and bold shimmer and blur the lines
Of scientific ethics and progress’s path toward whatever is redefined
I can’t bemoan the young or old of their right to choose not to heed the signs
Retrospective consideration for what cannot now be changed
Circumspective commiseration for the broken, poor and maimed
Introspective observation for those left out in the philosophical rain
Irrespective of their willingness to endure the tough topographical terrain
Mandatory monuments erected in effigy’s of history’s celebrated men
Placatory compliments detected as they try to mass converge and then defend
Allegory statements rejected as he crucifies his friend
Laboratory engagements infected by the genomes final end
Abrasive conversation that hurts the sensitive of soul and sound
Pervasive consternations that work their way through the mind then come back around
Evasive rules of aberration as they put me in the ground
Invasive tools of interrogation remove the wise from the profound
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
The Virus
An island called Tacloban
Is ravaged by Haiyan
This fateful day of November
The weather is not tender
Wind whispers destruction
Rain writes annihilation.
But that is not the good news!
Rather, it is the virus!
The altruism virus!
Everyone is infected!
Good vibes is injected!
This virus is contagious!
People are courageous!
To get out of their way
To help others be ok.
The symptoms of this virus are these:
Concern for others seize them
Restlessness is also shown
They go out and brave the harsh wind and rain
So they can bring to safety other men
Fatigue, headaches, muscle aches they feel soon after
But they do not mind and just dismiss it with laughter
Intense emotional state of joy they harbor
For they come to help their neighbor.
Facebook posting is an addiction
Not for “selfie-ing” satisfaction
But to urge people to help
And give information about relief
Self-emptying is their mantra
While folding clothes of various genres
To be delivered to relief centers
That soon will reach the shelters
All these happen when the virus is within.
Yes, the virus is one-of-a-kind!
It is not seasonal; it does not go with the wind
It is like a mining in the heart
Gripped with it increases care chart
We can even say this has become chronic
For until now people are altruistic.
Note: Haiyan caused immeasurable damage to Leyte & Samar islands in the Philippines last November 8, 2013. However, the world showed compassion for the victims in grand and little ways. In the islands, though they were victims themselves, lots of stories of generosity and altruism were told. The rest of the Filipino people were moved out of their comfort zones and did their part. Indeed, people are innately good!
11/16/14
What is the meaning of isolation?
the process or fact of isolating or being isolated.
"the isolation of older people"
* denoting a hospital or ward for patients with contagious or infectious
diseases.
What is the meaning of insanity?
* the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness.
This small virus that is infected millions of lives has left us in unwanted isolation, driving us in madness and insanity.
Lord give us patience to understand and forgive. A solution for the outbreak so it will come to an end.
Like the squirrel in “Ice Age,” a 2002 American computer-animated comedy film. It is trying so hard to keep the last pinecone left on earth, but seem to elude him. Has it come to that?
Quote:
Proverbs 17:22
A joyful mind maketh age flourishing: a sorrowful spirit drieth up the bones.
*New International Version
*Oxford Dictionaries
One day we were living our normal lives
Everyone going about their business
Then all of a sudden things just changed
And we have to keep our social distance
Wash your hands and sanitize
Wear your masks and gloves too
So that this sudden thing called Covid-19
Does not get to you
Long queues of panic shoppers
People going around
Loaded trolleys full of groceries
As they prepared for the national lockdown
Stay in quarantine
Is what the lockdown is all about
We need to abide by the rules
Because we need to wipe this virus out
It is all for a good cause
To try and keep us safe
To keep the numbers from growing
To survive this crazy wave
God please be with the poor
May they have a plate to eat
As they are unable to work
And in utmost desperate need
And please be with our old people
Let them all be fine
Because they are most fragile
In this trying time
Be with all of the infected
Heal them Father one by one
I trust in You to safe our world
In the Name of the Father the Holy Spirit and Son
Bless our health and essential workers
Give them strength and extra powers
They are risking their lives
To safe all of ours
Dear fellow citizens
This is your time to help our world heal
Abide by the rules
And please remain in Quarantine
News Flash! News Flash! An epidemic of dumb,
A vaccine is yet to be found,
It’s covered the U.S., the U.K. and Japan,
A dumb virus is hitting the ground.
First diagnosed in the White House in the States,
When dumb raised its ugly head,
Now dumb is sweeping all over England,
The scourge of dumb has insidiously spread,
Emergency Help Lines for the dumb have been set up,
For our first line of defence,
Treating those infected with a dose of reason,
A fresh dose of old common sense,
So please, if you suspect someone is coming over all dumb,
Give them this number to call,
Else they’ll continue to be dumb, believing what’s said,
And then we can do bugger all.
Written 20th Feb 2018, entered into Robert Haighs "make me laugh contest" Ranked 9th